by Dr Ruthless
This story is my response to a challenge. Why does Krycek behave
as he does
at Tunguska. Why did he not run away when Mulder went under the
not for the faint hearted. No schmoop here.
Spoilers:Duane Barry, Tunguska
Beta by Ori, who is now officially my Goddess and made me justify
I wrote, Rowanne who is up there too, and Frankie, who puts up
whining all the time.
Rated NC17 for bad things, including non-consensual male to male
is a rape story and you should not read it if this will offend
Feedback: Please...I'll grovel, I'll beg, I'll roll over and play
*Oh, the smell of him!* Fox Mulder could not think straight. He
staking out a warehouse, expecting any moment that the low-life
come out with his guns blazing, and all he could think about was
of the man lying next to him.
He smelled faintly of some spicy cologne with undertones of spearmint
chewing gum and a hint of tobacco. There was also the slight muskiness
the man himself.... Mulder's head swam and he took a couple of
trying hard to get back on track. Alex Krycek, the man in question
his head towards Mulder, and whispered in his ear, making Mulder
jump out of
"I think I saw something moving over that way." The
junior agent gestured
briefly with his head in the direction of the side of the building.
want me to call for backup?"
Mulder rolled his eyes to heaven. "What, and have them all
with their sirens wailing? No thank you! I've put in altogether
time and energy to have it all go to hell now. We can do it if
we just hang
tough." He turned his head towards Alex, and once more caught
a whiff of the
intoxicating smell that had been preoccupying him. The temptation
over and kiss his partner was immense. Mulder turned away again
Krycek looked at him quizzically, but Mulder ignored him, once
training the field glasses onto the area where Krycek had reported
They had arrived here at this stakeout as a result of several
through strings of evidence. Krycek was a good, thorough and methodical
researcher, and had pursued the tiniest of leads, uncovering the
had led to this current situation. His attention to detail had
Mulder, who at first had written off the youngster as a lightweight
would hold him back. Mulder missed Scully, who was currently banished
Quantico, where she was teaching students there about the esoteric
of bullets on flesh. He wanted the X-Files back. It nagged at
consciousness like a broken tooth. He was however beginning to
as a partner, appreciating the young man's warped sense of humor.
often, Krycek would come out with a dry witticism that was all
for the fact that he did not seem to care whether or not people
joke. So, Mulder was not too unhappy about having Alex along for
He wondered if he could possibly keep both Krycek and Scully.
He was also
beginning to wonder more and more what it would be like to rip
off the young
man's hideous suit, rumple his hideous hairstyle and jump his
With a sigh, he peered through the glasses into the gloom, trying
distinguish any movement within the shadows. The flickering of
from the trees around the perimeter of the lot seriously interfered
ability to see what was happening. Krycek suddenly nudged him
again and with
a small movement of his finger, indicated a shadow, darker than
slowly creeping along the side wall.
The two of them were lying on a garage rooftop, some yards away
warehouse, and there was not a lot of space free from the junk
that had been
piled high on it. This was all to the good as it made their vantagepoint
less conspicuous, but it meant that Alex was far too close for
comfort. Mulder leaned to whisper to Krycek, feeling the other
as they lay along side each other on their bellies.
"It looks as if their contact is on his way. Let him get
in before we move."
Krycek nodded in acquiescence and exhaled sharply through his
put his hand up to reassure him.
"Let me go first. We should be able to take them both without
effort as long as we don't blow it on the way in. All you need
to do is
follow my lead. If you cover me we'll be fine."
Again Krycek nodded, the hand on his shoulder gave him a final
being withdrawn once more. The shadow silently worked its way
around to the
front of the building as they observed it, and finally, with a
fuss, slipped into the building through the partially open door.
Mulder put a restraining hand on his partner's arm, and together
for several minutes before quietly getting to their feet and dropping
ground behind the garage. Mulder, dressed like his partner in
adjusted his kevlar vest and put the field glasses down on the
beside the garage they had been hiding on. He surveyed Alex as
noiselessly down from the roof, admiring his powerful shoulders
out the tight buttocks and the strong legs in their well fitting
jeans. He really needed to concentrate on the job in hand. He
had no idea
what Alex did in his free time but had yet to see any signs that
Mulder's interest in him. Alex jumped the last couple of feet
from the top
of the wall, staggering a little as he landed, and Mulder automatically
out a steadying hand. The other man was quick to recover, gently
Mulder in the shoulder as he nodded his thanks. Together, they
creep around to the doorway into which they had seen their prey
As the two men reached the entrance, they could hear low voices
the building itself. Straining to hear what was being said, Mulder
cautiously slid through the doorway, with Krycek on his heels.
were louder now, and they made their way on cat-like feet towards
of the sounds. As they came to the end of the short corridor,
see that there were at least two men in the warehouse, and on
there was a long shape. He gestured to Krycek who began to work
around the stacked boxes to come at them from the opposite side.
on the floor moved, and Mulder heard a moan. This was definitely
They had found the kidnap victim, and it was not too late...yet.
He inspected his watch, giving Alex the agreed time to get into
Peering through the gloom and debris, he could not make out where
agent had gone but knew he must be somewhere on the opposite side
warehouse. As his watch finally reached the appointed time, Mulder
his gun and stepped forward into the flickering circle of light.
"Freeze! FBI!" The two men whirled as one to face him,
and he finally made
out Krycek in the gloom behind them, moving in steadily to back
him up. The
men he had surprised were wearing stocking masks, and as Mulder
with his gun, they raised their hands. It came as a complete surprise
when something struck him on the back of the head, and his lights
"Mulder!" He heard the voice down a very long tunnel.
"Mulder, come on man!"
His head hurt, and he could smell burning. He wasn't sure where
he was, but
he wouldn't be coming back here for his holiday, that was certain.
opening his eyes, but there seemed to be a lot of smoke all of
a sudden, and
it stung his eyes, making them smart.
"Mulder! Come on, I need you to help me." This time
the voice got through.
He opened his eyes and tried to roll over into a sitting position.
couldn't. Something was stopping him. He was aware of a heavy
his hips. Lifting his head he peered around, looking for Alex.
The other man
was frantically lifting pieces of debris, trying to free up whatever
dropped on him. A red glow indicated that there was fire somewhere
and he suddenly became aware of the danger he was in.
Alex had seen he was conscious and quickly made his way over to
"Mulder, this building is going to be a mass of flames in
about two minutes
time. I've got to get you out of here. Help me if you can."
himself beside the beam that lay across Mulder's back and grunted
I give the word, give it everything you've got. It's your only
As Alex gave the signal, Mulder heaved himself upwards, and as
the beam shifted a tiny bit. Scrambling forward, Mulder managed
to get out
of the way as the whole lot dropped out of Alex's hands and crashed
down where Mulder's back had been scant seconds before.
"Come on!" Alex was shoving him madly as he stumbled
towards the exit.
"We're gonna fry if you don't hurry!"
Mulder, who did not like fire at the best of times, choked back
of sickness as he pushed for the doorway. Alex grabbed him, and
with his arm
supporting him, the two of them staggered out into the night.
reached the perimeter, Mulder sank to the ground and Alex threw
his knees next to him.
"Where are they?" Mulder croaked as he lay on the cement.
setting in, and his legs were feeling strangely numb. Behind them,
a crash, and then a roar as the roof of the warehouse collapsed,
flames burst free to complete their work of destruction.
Alex gestured to the fence beside him, "I got the girl out
first, then came
back for you." Mulder could make out the still blanketed
figure now. It was
squirming, and he could hear soft grunts.
"What about the low-life scum who abducted her?" Mulder
could feel reality
surging and fading as he spoke, but he had to know.
"Umm. They're dead. I shot them." Krycek looked sheepish
as he confessed.
"There really wasn't time to do anything else. The other
man came up behind
you. He must have followed us in, and when I saw him cold cock
figured it was time to do something fast. I hit them, but the
guy behind you
had some kind of flare gun, and he fired the whole building. I
my shots actually killed them, but they are still in there, so
my guess is,
Mulder heard the confession, but as he did so, his attention fluttered
faded. He lost consciousness. He did not hear Alex calling for
relaying that there was an agent down. He was not awake to see
arrive and take the rescued hostage and Mulder himself off to
The darkness into which he fell was warm and painless. Mulder
sank and was
Several weeks had gone by since the ill-fated stakeout that had
and Krycek rescuing the missing heiress. Mulder had needed extensive
to his back and was now recuperating. He hated physical therapy.
weakened legs following the surgery was painful and reminded him
that he had
been fit a few short weeks before. He wanted to go running and
debilitated state in which he found himself. Scully had been several
to visit him while he was still in the hospital, but Mulder had
not seen her
since his discharge earlier on in the week. Of Alex, he had seen
all, and he wondered where his new partner had gone. There was
a knock on
his door, and he rolled to his feet from where he had been lying,
weights off his ankles and limped to check who was there.
He opened the door on Alex, who was standing holding a carrier
"Hi! I heard you were home at last. I just dropped by to
see how you were
feeling and to bring you this." Alex thrust the bag at Mulder,
who took it
"Ummm..thanks! Won't you come in? I was just doing my torture....
I mean my
physical therapy exercises. I'd be really glad of an opportunity
He stood aside to allow the younger man to enter the apartment.
dressed casually for once, wearing slacks and a white turtle neck
under a dark V-neck. Mulder surveyed him, mentally shuddering.
He wished he
could dress his junior partner. He would make him look so good.
back to the night of the stakeout. Alex had been in jeans and
a plain dark
sweater that night and had looked very good. Jeans suited him.
showed off his tight ass and long legs. Mulder wondered how he
the subject of his dress sense to him without hurting his feelings.
He opened his gift, which proved to be a bottle of rum and a bottle
and went into the kitchen looking for glasses and ice. When he
Krycek was sitting on the couch, reading through the physical
program he had been given on his discharge from the hospital Handing
a glass, and taking a swig of his own drink, he sat down opposite
"I never had the chance to say thank you for saving my life,
I probably would have fried if it hadn't been for you." Mulder
glass to Alex, who actually blushed at his words.
"Listen, Mulder, it was nothing. I did what you would have
done for me,
that's all." He shifted uneasily in his seat, obviously feeling
uncomfortable about the topic. "The forensics team confirmed
kidnappers died in the fire. They are still investigating the
reason why the
whole warehouse went up in flames so quickly. There's some mystery
but it's out of my hands now until their investigation is completed."
leaned forward, speaking earnestly, and his expression was intense.
"Have they given you anything that might lead you to believe
holding her for passing on to a UFO?" Mulder frowned. Alex
baffled at his question. "Do you think she's an alien abductee,
Those perps we saw in the warehouse were as human as you or I.
I didn't see
any signs of extra-terrestrial involvement while I was in the
makes you think...." He tailed off as Mulder rose from his
seat to limp up
and down in an agitated manner.
"Krycek, listen to me, the place she was being held was leaked
to me by my
source, the only source I have ever trusted. Furthermore the kidnappers
names were on a document that I found where he told me it would
names were among those included on a list of infiltrators and
are colluding with a plot to supply subjects for experimentation."
repeatedly jabbed his finger at Krycek as he spoke, and the other
back, well out of Mulder's way as he listened to him expound.
"Mulder, sometimes the simplest explanation is the real one,
you know? What
did Freud say? Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar! Well, sometimes,
kidnapping is just a ransom demand." Krycek smiled up at
the pacing man.
Mulder stopped short and looked at his visitor.
"Do you know, Krycek, that's probably the dumbest thing you've
ever said to
me?" Alex's grin widened, and he took a pull at his drink
"Hey, I come over to cheer you up, and all I get is abuse.
Aliens aren't to
blame for the kidnapping of that girl, real, flesh and blood type
men are. I
saw them, none of them were little or green." He put down
his empty glass
and leaned back into the couch, stretching out his long legs in
front of him
and hooking his thumbs into his pockets as he did so. Mulder was
between getting into an argument with Alex about his views on
abduction, or attempting to get him to re-vamp his wardrobe. He
elegant lines of the other man's body and put aside thoughts of
invasion, focusing instead on trying to determine whether or not
welcome Mulder's advances.
Krycek's eager-puppy expression faltered under the close scrutiny
"What?" He was still smiling, but a little uncertainly.
"Do I have spinach
on my teeth? Is my zipper undone? What?" He shifted uneasily,
feeling slightly foolish, turned away, collecting his glass for
"Nothing, Krycek! I was just wondering if you'd want to watch
a movie or
something." *and by the way, I want to tear off your clothes
and dress you
in something that clings to your butt* Alex took the offered drink,
grin returned to his features.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Did you want me to go over your exercises
with you? I
know they can be really daunting when you have to do them alone.
on!" He flung himself to the floor and began to go through
the program of
leg raises and back strengthening exercises Mulder had been given
hospital. After a minute or two of watching him, Mulder shrugged
shoulders and joined him on the floor.
"I work out five times a week. I'm trying to get my body
fat ratio down,
it's a little high, but hey, I like to eat too." Krycek prattled
seemingly unconscious of the way that Mulder was looking at him.
now more than ever wanted to see his partner in well fitting clothes,
even better, no clothes at all, was trying to think of a way to
tell him he
was going to spend the night.
"Better get the aerobic content of your exercise program
up a little."
Mulder volunteered. *Shit! Where did that come from? What a dumb
say!* "I mean, You look fine to me...why do you think you
have too much
"No, Mulder, you misunderstand me. If I'm going to go in
for competitions as
a body builder, I need to get the body fat percentage down. I'm
that I'm overweight or anything." Krycek beamed at Mulder
and continued to
do the crunches that were supposed to be strengthening up Mulder's
"Krycek, are you seriously telling me that you're a competition
builder? You don't look to have the bulk for it. Of course I've
you in your suits and stuff, and they're loose fitting, but I'd
you were far too slim." *Bingo!* Mulder gazed at Krycek and
now had a
legitimate reason for doing so. The shapeless clothes he was dressed
didn't give much of a clue to what kind of body Alex might have.
hoped he was going too be able to check him out in more depth.
As he spoke,
Alex, whose grin had widened considerably during this speech,
sat up and
removed his sweater in one fluid movement.
He was very nicely built, but to Mulder's untutored eye, not a
super-stud. Mulder took a deep breath and put out his hand to
Krycek's chest. There was a moment's stunned surprise, and then
backwards, revulsion on his face.
"What the fuck are you doing, Mulder? Are you coming on to
me?" Alex was
putting on his sweater as he spoke. His voice was cold.
"UmmI thought" Mulder wasn't quite sure what to say.
It seemed as if he
had made a mistake. Alex hadn't been egging him on with his little
after all. How wrong could he be? He thought for a minute, maybe
weren't totally unsalvageable.
"Krycek, I don't quite know how to phrase things. We're just
get to know each other. I figure we could go one of two ways.
We can have a
purely business relationship, or we can think about, you know,
stuff together. I mean, not for sure, but we could leave the possibility
open since you don't appear to be involved with anyone right about
know what I mean?" Mulder, aware that he was babbling, got
to his knees
preparing to stand up. Alex looked at him, his expression unreadable.
"No, I don't think I understood the last sentence at all...it
complicated." Listening to Alex, Mulder was not sure at this
he was being made fun of, but he continued.
"I'm saying that I was tempted to come on to you a little
bit." He attempted
a smile but found that smiling was next to impossible with his
dry mouth. He
gave up, contenting himself with a sickly grimace.
"A little bit tempted, or a little bit come on?" Krycek
was beginning to
worry him. His husky voice was flat, and Mulder, so good at reading
language of others, could get no sense of where he stood from
"A lot tempted to come on a little bit." The words sounded
lame, even to
him, but he was locked into this conversation now and didn't know
how to get
out of it.
"OK, I'm with you." Krycek appeared to be giving it
"But if there's no point, I'll forget it. Give up. On the
other hand if
there is a point, I'll continue to be tolerant and charming and
shit, in my own special, casual way." Mulder stood and faced
he tried a smile, with a little more success this time. He wished
get an inkling of what the other man was thinking about.
"So, is there a point or...." Mulder flinched backwards
as the punch caught
him and knocked him sideways. He tripped over the coffee table,
his length on the floor. Alex stood, hair tousled, indignation
every line of his posture.
"How dare you? I came over to try and cheer you up, and you
start to feel me
up as if I was some kind of...of slut! You're sick, Mulder, totally
don't need it, and I don't need you!"
He turned on his heel and left the apartment. Mulder lay looking
all the things he had intended to say still bubbling on his lips.
"Shit!" He had blown it. He had been clumsy, and now
the chance was lost. He
wouldn't get the opportunity again to win Alex over. Feeling his
he rolled over and climbed laboriously to his feet. Picking up
weights, he prepared to resume his interrupted exercises.
Two weeks later, Mulder was doing lengths in the large pool at
powerful shoulders and arms churning the water, his legs, much
propelling him along the pool. Suddenly the door opened, and a
figure came rushing in carrying a file.
"Agent Mulder!" The familiar voice broke through Mulder's
he smoothly worked his way to the ladder, pulling himself up to
beside the waiting junior agent. Krycek eyed him uneasily but
telling him about the situation that he had been ordered to bring
The dice were tumbling now, and the pieces were all falling into
events that would transpire from this moment would ensure that
Krycek would never again be able to co-exist peacefully.
Time passed by. Krycek became a memory for Mulder. He occasionally
into Mulder's thoughts as a memory of something he had wanted
Mulder learned not to think of him.
The sound of trucks pulling in broke into his reverie. There was
large number of people yelling, guns firing and general disorder
the quiet night. Rapidly, the group they had ambushed was rounded
taken away. Mulder noticed another truck and ran to intercept
by Scully who was apparently having the time of her life.
"Get out of the truck." The truck came to a standstill.
Eventually the door
opened, and a shadowy figure emerged. Mulder knew instantly who
purely from the smell of him. He was suddenly back on a garage
staking out a warehouse, with this man by his side. The man crouched
feet was trying to remain unrecognizable, his head lowered, hat
firmly down over his face. He needn't have bothered. Mulder's
lurched, and he felt the waves of irrational anger rising as he
gazed at the
apparently submissive Krycek. He could smell that scent, the one
first been drawn to. It was not just cologne, though there were
of that. He detected a hint of tobacco, a touch of mint, and the
clean animal smell of the man himself, all mixed in. It made him
momentarily, while lust, peeled, diced and recycled as fury, surged
"Krycek!" He raised his fist....
They had caught a plane, then another. Mulder and Krycek, jaunting
continents together, Mulder belligerent, Krycek challenging from
time, but somehow only paying lip service to the struggle between
the two of
them. Mulder looked at his nemesis, taking in the apparent exhaustion
flowed from him in waves. Wherever his life had taken this man,
had not been easy or pleasant. He was sleeping now, crammed between
and the window, head lolling back and mouth open, green eyes veiled
translucent lids, thickly fringed with spiky lashes. Mulder saw
gauntness in his face. The hair was cropped brutally short and
pleasing lines of the other man's head, the high cheekbones, the
skull and the determined, mutinous jawline. He was clad in utilitarian
denim, jeans worn and frayed in places, clinging to his thighs,
at the neck, revealing his bared throat as he slept. His leather
rolled up and stowed in the overhead compartment, but Mulder added
mentally to the inventory along with the high-tops of plain black
wore on his feet. Krycek's body had filled out a little in the
time since he
and Mulder had been partners. There was new depth to his chest
shoulders, and nothing left of the child-like young man Mulder
This Alex had lines of strain on his face, new creases at the
corner of his
eyes, and there were purpling bruises at cheek and chin, bruises
had put there. Mulder knew that there would be others too, although
were hidden under the denim. Inhaling the scent of him, Mulder
felt a fresh
wave of need overtake him. He gritted his teeth, ignoring the
in his groin, and lay back himself, trying to catch a little sleep.
Sleep, when it came, was not restful. In his dream he pursued
trees and mud, never quite catching him, wanting him, while the
occasionally turned to mock him, constantly eluding him by a hairsbreadth.
The dream Mulder called for Alex, and the other man's response
was to wait,
then turn and spit as Mulder drew close. Standing stunned, spittle
down his cheek, Mulder knew a white blaze of fury. His dream deteriorated
into a muddle of blows, screams and sobs of anguish as he caught
tormentor and beat him, beat him bloody, smashed him senseless,
his fists, and then his penis into him again and again, the one
giving way seamlessly to the other. The hated face cleansed of
expression by naked violence, he bit, kissed and bit again, sobbing
tore at Krycek, who remained aloof, face calm and bloodied throughout.
When he came, thrusting mindlessly into a hot, dark, dream-Krycek
past him like an alabaster saint and did not blame him, he woke
whose head had somehow come to rest on his shoulder, was in the
struggling towards wakefulness. Mulder had called his name, and
returning from his own dark corridor of dreamland to face his
angrily shoved his captive's head off him, feeling with growing
the sticky interior of his jeans, the memory of his orgasm shaming
knew that he had somehow been marked by Krycek but didn't understand
Refusing to meet Krycek's eyes, he stumbled off to the safety
of the toilet cubicle, there to clean himself up as much as he
his face in his hands, and sob.
They had arrived at Frankfurt airport in the early afternoon of
day. They were both tired and enervated. Krycek was edgy and sarcastic,
while Mulder glowered sullenly in an almost classic role reversal
usual interactions. Krycek prowled along in front of Mulder, his
gait and unconscious sensuality affecting Mulder like so many
crawling on his skin. Krycek, aware in some way that he held the
continually needled Mulder, who reacted with very rewarding snarls
Their onward flight into Russia was due to leave early the following
and they were both jet-lagged and irritable. Leaving the airport
keys to a rental car in his hand, Mulder yanked Krycek along by
handcuffs, taking savage pleasure in the bruising of the other
as he did so. When Krycek maliciously inquired whether he'd like
to put a
collar and leash on him, Mulder merely growled and yanked all
They checked into a small hotel on the edge of Frankfurt and made
to the room that had been allocated to them. Mulder called Scully,
overtly calm on the phone but who sent vibes of serious anxiety
line, making Mulder's already queasy stomach roil. He had released
from his own hand, passing it around the heating pipes that ran
skirting board to feed the radiator and snapping it onto Krycek's
hand. The man himself lay patiently waiting for whatever might
"Mulder, I'd like something to eat and drink please. A visit
to the bathroom
might be nice too." Mulder apparently didn't hear him and
continued to sit
on the bed, staring vacantly at his hands. "Mulder, I'm talking
Mulder turned towards Krycek very slowly, his face a mask, his
glittering strangely. Alex suddenly realized that there was something
wrong, and scooted up to sit with his back to the wall, as far
corner of the room as he could go with the handcuffs on him.
"OK, Mulder, that's OK. You can go back to sleep, I'm fine,
really I am." A
smile distorted Mulder's features. It was not a pleasant smile.
swallowed nervously. Mulder leaned forward to grab the other man's
hair on the top of his head. Yanking his head up by the hair,
brought his face down to kiss Krycek.
Krycek winced and attempted to avoid the kiss, shaking his head
his face away. Mulder, who had his fingers buried in the man's
hard, pulling the captive's face towards him and causing him to
was nowhere to go. The kiss landed, hard and brutal, on Alex's
had his hands on Krycek's head, his thumbs digging into Krycek's
painfully, forcing his mouth open. Krycek shook his head again,
shake Mulder free, but could not dislodge his attacker. He finally
his head trapped in Mulder's hands, pressed tight against the
tongue pushed into his mouth, darting everywhere, and waited patiently
it to end.
Mulder was panting. His kiss gave him a taste of the man he had
so long, and as he finally drew away, just one kind word would
things right there and then. Mulder would have been recalled to
left Alex be, merely adding fuel to the guilt he already carried
Alex however, did not know or did not care. As Mulder pulled back,
his jaw, and freeing his mouth at last, Alex spat, hard and accurately,
moisture hitting Mulder on the cheek, mirroring his dream. Then
"You fucking fairy."
It seemed for a moment as if the room darkened. The wetness on
cheek seared like acid, and the words echoed like cannon shots,
reverberating inside Mulder's mind, blasting through reason, laying
savage he carried within him.
Krycek suddenly realized that he had miscalculated. He turned
huddled closer to the wall, unable to move because of the chain
him to the sturdy steel pipes. Mulder, who, without analyzing
it, knew that
he had at last frightened the man on the floor, noted his slight
Deliberately, he raised his hand, slapping Krycek's face. The
glared back at him, eyes as hard as glass, and Mulder slapped
him again. His
skull rocked back and smacked the wall, and he grunted giving
quick sideways toss of the head that was purely Krycek. This assertion
his individuality in the face of all that Mulder was submitting
him to was
what finally tipped Mulder over the edge, out of reason and into
blind, vicious insanity. Grabbing the chained man by the throat,
began to choke him. Green eyes glazed, and eyelids fluttered and
Mulder crouched over his victim. As Alex lost consciousness, Mulder
his head again and kissed him, biting his lips, invading his mouth
thrusting tongue, allowing the taste of Krycek to flow through
Laying him down on the floor, he unlocked the cuffs, refastening
that Krycek now lay with his arms stretched above his head, the
around the solid angle-iron of the heavy bed frame. His fingers
now, he began to unfasten Krycek's shirt, then the jeans, yanking
his legs. Krycek now lay naked but for his shirt, which was open
back to reveal the strong lines of his torso, nipples rosy in
a light dusting of freckles across his chest and shoulders, and
muscle covered with smooth white skin. Beneath the indentation
of his navel
a scattering of soft, dark hairs thickened up as they began to
around his genitals. His penis lay quietly, wrapped in its foreskin,
beneath it lay the two balls, nestling like eggs in a nest. Mulder
own penis lurch. His breath was harsh and his head swam. Uttering
he threw himself down to bury his face in Krycek's groin, licking
biting, inhaling the scent of the man, the scent that had obsessed
all this time.
He stood up and methodically stripped himself, carefully watching
any signs of returning consciousness. As he threw his shirt into
the other man gave a moan, and his head turned slightly, rolling
floor. Mulder's whole body thrilled, and he quickly lay down beside
captive, throwing a leg across his hips, and pressing himself
along his entire length, feeling the pressure of silky skin on
which was now hard, tight and straining. He bent his head to lick
nipple, and then looked up to see Krycek watching, his teeth bared
almost-smile. He made that head movement again, and now Mulder
was mad. He
bit the nipple he had been tonguing, surprising a short yelp out
of Alex. He
laughed sharply at that, and Alex moaned again.
"What's the matter Krycek? I sometimes wonder if you're real
or if you're
only my imagination and someone's fucking with my head. You could
had..." Mulder's voice faltered, and he choked, then bent
to kiss Krycek's
throat again, sucking and biting, leaving a trail of love-bites
red against the whiteness of his skin. His hand had been working
Krycek's cock, and as he pulled and tugged at it, it began to
thickening in Mulder's hand, the tip growing and emerging from
Mulder bent his head down to study it, and Alex closed his eyes
"Hmmm..Not Jewish I see! Maybe we should change that. Let
me see, where's
that knife I took off you yesterday?" Alex's eyes flew open,
and the flash
of horror, quickly masked rewarded Mulder, that he read in the
He laughed without humor, recognizing that he was close to breaking
the other man's icy calm. He bent to chew on a nipple, a reddened
appearing when he withdrew his mouth. Alex made a sound that was
not quite, a cry for help. Turning his head Mulder dropped his
Alex's groin, and as Alex, who was now beginning to panic, writhed
kicked, his tormenter closed his lips around the erect cock, engulfing
the heat of his mouth and sucking it deep into his throat. Alex
hips once in an attempt to dislodge Mulder, but the other agent
teeth harshly around the base of Alex's cock, and he subsided.
was ragged. He closed his eyes, trying to think of nothing, while
traitor cock thrilled and leapt and throbbed and finally spat
juices into Mulder's moist, wet mouth. Alex began to curse steadily
in a low
Mulder had withdrawn from Alex's cock after he had come, and was
fumbling for the knife he had removed from Alex the previous day.
it minutely, he tested the blade, easily slicing a button from
He then proceeded to trail the point down from Alex's throat to
pausing to prick delicately at it, watching the dark blood well
the small cut. The knife wandered over to his armpit, where once
point drew blood. Mulder bent to taste it, and Alex trembled.
"You taste good, Krycek, want some?" He bent to the
abused nipple, sucking
and then covering Alex's mouth with his own, allowing blood to
pass from his
tongue to Krycek's, deepening the kiss, while pressing the knife
Krycek's armpit. The kiss was hard, but Mulder felt the tiniest
from his prisoner. He pulled back and examined Krycek with great
trying to determine what had just happened. Alex tasted his own
semen and knew he had to do something if he was going to get out
"Mulder!" His voice when it came startled Mulder. "Mulder,
do you want to
deal?" Alex was desperate, his calm gone, his pupils dilated
and his chest
heaving. There was blood trickling from the corner of his mouth,
purple bruises that stained his skin made him look very vulnerable.
Mulder stared down at the man below him, trying to decide what
mean. "Krycek, I'd be prepared to believe that you don't
have a single chip
to bargain with at this point." The words were vicious, and
the smile that
accompanied them was feral.
"You're wrong, Mulder." The husky voice was strained,
fraying at the edges,
as if Krycek had spent the night out on the tiles, as if he had
cigarette too many. Mulder's cock leapt, and he returned his hand
other man's, squeezing and pinching it, then sneaking it down
to fondle his
balls, before creeping down between his legs, to seek out his
around it, then plunging a finger into it. There was a gasp, then
spoke quickly, words tumbling out over each other.
"Mulder, what if I let you do this? What if I gave you what
you want?" His
eyes were desperate.
"You know what, Krycek? I don't see how you could possibly
stop me from
taking it." Mulder accented his message with the point of
tracing a line down the flat stomach, small pinpoints of blood
to show its path as it descended towards his crotch.
"M-Mulder, what if I responded, didn't fight? What if I made
love to you
instead?" Mulder thought for a minute.
"What would you want from me, Krycek?" His eyes narrowed.
He wanted this,
God, how he wanted it, but he couldn't see how it was possible.
He had not
forgotten that this man under his knife was a liar, a traitor,
murderer with no conscience. He reflected that they were now two
of a kind
and that if the tables ever turned, he would be in great trouble.
Krycek. His head reeled, imagining Krycek kissing him back, imagining
clever mouth tracing over his chest, slipping down to suck on
"Let me go. I just want you to let me go. I'll do whatever
you want if you
promise to turn me loose after you're done." The panic in
seemed genuine. He had broken out in a sweat, and his skin shone
against the livid bruises Mulder had inflicted. Mulder tilted
"Krycek, I need you with me for this. You speak Russian,
and I don't. I need
you to get to where we're going, but I'll promise you this. You
with me for the next 48 hours. At the end of that time I will
stand back and
let you walk away. If that's a deal, then we're in business. If
tough, you lose, and I'll take you back to Skinner and then justice."
Wordlessly Krycek nodded, then closed his eyes and sank back onto
Mulder lay along him, gazing at him, drinking in the sight of
this man he
had wanted for years, and whom he had come very close to killing
earlier. After a minute, Alex appeared to make up his mind. Opening
eyes, he fixed Mulder with a penetrating gaze.
"It can't be done," he said, flatly. "You wouldn't
keep your end of the
"Don't judge everyone by your own standards, Krycek!"
Mulder felt his anger
rising again. Krycek sneered, and the red haze returned to obscure
vision once more.
Mulder gripped Krycek by the throat again. The captive flinched,
cried out in despair as his head was forced back against the floor.
moved his head down and carefully placed his lips onto Krycek's
Krycek was making a soft sound in the back of his throat, as he
keep his airway open. He struggled as he felt consciousness beginning
fade, and Mulder increased the pressure, until finally, Alex blacked
once more. Checking around the room for something he could use
lubrication, he could find nothing other than his own saliva.
It would be just one more bruise for Krycek. Hardly noticeable
the others he had.
Pulling Krycek's legs upwards and forcing them apart, Mulder wet
the tip of
his penis, and prepared to push it home. Alex lay with his head
loosely to one side. His mouth was open, and blood ran from the
drooling down to run onto the floor. His chest was a mass of cuts
contusions, and his belly bore the marks of punches as well as
tracks he had made previously. He had old scars too, a hole, now
marked where a bullet had hit his shoulder. Another ragged white
crossed his belly from just under his heart down to his groin.
dark lashes fringing them, fluttered as he began to regain consciousness.
Mulder pushed his cock home into Alex, feeling the heat of him
as he got
inside, feeling the tight sphincter muscle suddenly give way as
blood allowed him to slide right to the hilt inside him.
Mulder paused, trembling, for a moment. He felt the sparkling,
tingle begin in his balls and knew that it would not take more
than a minute
to carry him over the edge and into ecstasy.
He waited, trying not to move, trying to let his excitement subside
little. Alex moaned, and Mulder felt his belly quicken. Losing
plunged into Alex, and after a half a dozen thrusts, fell forward,
loose-lipped and helpless, as the biggest orgasm he had ever had
of breath, muscle tone and coherent thought.
Lying on top of Alex, he panted, and slowly became aware that
the other man
had opened his eyes. Mulder lifted his head for a moment and gazed
those eyes. The pupils now were so dark that there was no trace
left in the surrounding iris. He appeared to be in shock, and
his heart was
pounding. His skin had a yellowish cast, with violet circles beneath
eyes. Mulder felt an unpleasant thrill swoop through the pit of
What had he done? What could he do now? Where would he be able
to hide from
his own accusing thoughts?
Mulder withdrew himself and fumbled with toilet paper, cleaning
Alex as best he could, and watched as Alex's eyes rolled upwards
Mulder lay looking at him for a few minutes more, and then wearily
his feet, all passion spent. He could not imagine what had possessed
the past hour or so. He had to get out of that room. Grabbing
he dressed quickly and hurled himself through the door and into
An hour later when Mulder returned, Alex had recovered consciousness.
looked ill. His lips were dry and cracked, and Mulder, feeling
to support his head and give him a little water. Alex was still
and he was bleeding from several places. Mulder unlocked the cuffs,
him to bring his arms down to his side, and Alex gave a cry of
sensation began to return to them. Wadding up the toilet paper,
man dampened it and sponged down the suffering man's face. Then
he rose and
went to the bathroom in search of more water for him. Returning
with a glass
he knelt beside the other man, taking the bruised hands in his.
chafed his wrists for a moment and then held him tight as he cried
"Are you going to kill me? Why don't you get it over with?"
His eyes were
dull, and his voice was flat. He shivered, and Mulder pulled his
"Kill you? No, Krycek, I'm not going to kill you." Mulder's
almost tender. "I'm going to clean you up, and then I'm going
to feed you.
Why do you think I'm going to kill you?"
"Because you hurt me. You've hated me since I was with the
you've got the chance. Why wouldn't you kill me? I'd have killed
closed his eyes again, and lay quietly in Mulder's lap. Somehow,
child-like speech of Alex's brought home anew the enormity of
what he had
just done. Mulder quailed. He knew that he had done something
als knew it was Alex's fault, but he couldn't work out how to
to the creature lying pathetically in his lap.
"Alex, I never hated you. I loved you, but then you betrayed
me, and I've
never been able to forgive you for that. You talk about what I've
you, but what about the things you've done to me? You killed my
Scully to those butchers, you killed Melissa and you seem to be
center of anything that plays with my chances of getting to the
this damned conspiracy. I just can't come to terms with the fact
man could wish me so much harm. I still want to know why? Why
did you do
what you've done? Was it just because I made that pass at you?"
calm now, speaking in his quiet, flat voice. As he finished his
cracked and broke. Alex looked up at him and noted the unshed
tears in his
eyes. He remained quiet for a few more minutes. Then taking in
breath he began to talk.
"Mulder! You of all people should know that it's not as easy
as that. I did
my job. You've got me wrong on a lot of it, but I can't explain
it even now.
It's not my secret. All I'm saying is think about things. Think
about why I
would be feeding you information the way that I have been doing.
yourself how you know I killed your father. While you're at it,
what would have happened to you if you'd gotten up the mountain
in time to
be there when Scully was taken. If you can think of answers to
questions, ask yourself what made you behave the way you just
did to me. Is
that how you usually treat your enemies? Do you rape all your
did you do it this time, Mulder?" Mulder closed his eyes
and threw his head
back. His mind was still reeling with the enormity of what he
had done. He
knew it was Krycek's fault, but he couldn't say why. He took a
decided to go on as if nothing bad had happened. Krycek still
lay in his
lap, and his breathing was calmer now.
"Alex, it's done now. You've done what you had to do, and
so have I. If you
still mean to give me your word that you'll work with me for the
hours, do what I want you to do, I'll let you go after that."
was hoarse. He held his breath waiting for the answer.
"Deal, Mulder! I suppose I can be your whore for a couple
more days. There's
nothing that can happen to me now that would hurt me any worse."
He put his
hand up and took hold of Mulder's, shaking it awkwardly. Mulder
wordlessly helped the other agent to his feet. Krycek swayed a
Mulder kept his arm around him, steadying him. Then, the two of
for the bathroom.
They made their way into the "Gasthaus" and sat down.
Alex appeared to be
much better for a bath and some painkillers, but he winced when
he sat down
on the bench. Mulder waved at the waitress, and when she came
inquired if she spoke English. She shook her head blankly, and
addressed her in flawless German. Mulder gazed with interest as
the two of
them jabbered away for a good couple of minutes, then as the waitress
and left turned to Alex.
"What was all that about, Krycek? You trying to make new
friends or what?"
Mulder followed the waitress with his eyes as she went off, swinging
hips and casting glances back at Alex.
"I ordered for us. That's all. We're gonna have Zigeuner
Schnitzel. Also, I
told her to bring us some beer. Pils they call it. It's really
thought we could have a couple to get our digestion going."
blandly at Mulder and inwardly Mulder quailed. He had not been
able to get
past this calm, bland persona Krycek had adopted since the events
the afternoon, and his heart wept for the loss of any real responses
the man he had abused so badly. Alex had told him he could be
a whore for
him, and that seemed to be just what he was getting.
The beers arrived, the waitress marking them off on a cardboard
wandering off after patting Alex on the head and saying something
that made Alex laugh uproariously.
Dinner followed. Both men had now been without sleep for a long
Alex had not eaten in two days. They fell to and demolished their
rapidly. The beers kept arriving, and Mulder was soon feeling
a little worse
for wear. Alex had been very sparing in his intake and was content
watch his companion become drunk, reasoning that if he were addled
he would not be attacking him or wanting sex in the immediate
really needed time to heal, and this would help a little. He was
to get a fever. Spending the night on Skinner's balcony in freezing
conditions had not helped. He had not slept at all. Then Mulder
him here to this day of Hell. He needed sleep. He needed it really
but he couldn't get out of his mind what had happened to him this
He had come in Mulder's mouth. He hadn't wanted to enjoy it, but
it had been
perversely wonderful. He had not been able to will away the incredible
sensations Mulder's mouth had produced, and he had come. He needed
to erase that moment. The waitress was now sitting in the seat
making coy jokes about "Big Americans" and licking her
lips rather a lot.
Mulder was watching, but his eyes had reached the stage where
track together any more. Alex decided it was time to make his
"I'm going to the bathroom. Be right back." He stood
carefully and lazily
sauntered off in the direction of the rear of the restaurant.
him turn the corner, then he laid his head down on his arms and
eyes. The waitress stood up and dusted her skirt down. Alex prowled
the bar towards the back of the Gasthaus, in search of the gents.
at the door, to glance back into the bar at Mulder, who appeared
snoozing with his head on his arms. His waitress was not immediately
apparent. Alex stood watching Mulder for a moment, his face inscrutable
then turned back down the passageway. He pushed into the bathroom
gratefully unloaded his glass of beer. Washing his hands, he caught
his own face in the mirror. He had dark circles under his eyes,
studied himself intently, looking for the sign on his back that
he felt sure
must be there alerting everyone to the fact that he was a weakling,
sucker, a victim. His body still hurt, but he was beginning to
think that he
would live. He wasn't sure that this was the option that he wanted.
shifting sands of his self esteem had buried his desire to go
on. As of
right now he could no longer see the point in life. He could feel
except rage, and it was this anger that was his only fuel. He
the next 48 hours would bring him. He had considered running,
that he would rather die than confirm Mulder's belief in him as
a liar, who
would not hold to a bargain. He would go through with it, no matter
cost, in order to try and improve his own feelings about himself.
wondered what kind of idiot that made him. He shivered, and turned
Opening the door, he caught sight of his waitress. She had come
to find him,
just as he thought she would. She was small and delicate, with
that peeked enticingly from a white, lacy camisole. She wore a
that was merely a token, barely covering her butt, and beneath
long shapely legs were encased in dark hose. She had dark, short
into a shiny cap that allowed tendrils to frame her face, large
and a red mouth that promised sinful pleasures. She beckoned to
him, and he
moved to her, putting his arm around her waist. She reached up
to pull his
head towards her, planting a quick kiss on his lips, then led
through a door at the end of the corridor.
Inside, she closed the door and Alex could see a linen closet,
full of white towels, sheets and tablecloths. She smiled up at
moving in close to him and lifting her hands to unbutton his shirt.
he grabbed both her hands and raised them to his lips and then
put both his
arms around her and stooped to kiss her. Her kiss was hot, the
her mouth a warm wet reality into which he slipped gratefully.
He put one
hand behind her head, pressing into her with desperate urgency,
rediscover himself as a sexual animal in control of his own destiny,
responses. She answered his need with her own, tongues entwining,
exploring the inside of her mouth. She had flung her arms around
and he lifted her and carried her over to a bale of towels, pushing
against it and running his hands over her breasts, down to her
he reached behind to unfasten the buttons and zipper on her skirt.
sighed and then wriggled, rubbing up against him, and casing him
to wince as
her undulation reminded him of cuts and abrasions he had received
"Wie heisst du?" he whispered, before nibbling at the
corner of her mouth.
She didn't answer immediately, as she busily licked his lips,
way along his jaw and biting behind his ear.
"Ursula. Du?" She returned her attention to his neck
and sucked hard,
leaving a red mark that he could not even think about right now,
he was sure he would have trouble explaining later.
"Alex." He pushed her skirt down, and she stepped out
of it. His hands moved
down to grab her buttocks, before he stuck his thumbs into the
her panties. Moving back to allow him better access, she began
his fly, reaching in to where his penis was beginning to thicken
anticipation. As he pulled her underwear down and then off, she
across the towels, offering herself to him. He ran his hands up
thighs until they reached her centre, before leaning forward and
way across her belly, then applying his mouth to her vulva, tongue
around her clit, one, then two fingers pushing themselves into
groaned and spread her legs wider, putting her hands on his head
him as he licked and sucked busily. He could feel her tightening
fingers, the core of her growing wet and slippery. Alex wanted,
wanted to make her come. He felt that somehow it would allow him
to prove to
himself that he was still the person he had always been. He threw
into his task with total concentration. Her hands clenched in
his hair, and
he wanted to scream because it hurt him so much. She was so close
feel how very near the edge she was, as she uttered little, lost
sounds, and her eyes closed. He stood up straight and pressed
his penis into
her, feeling the heat and warmth in a shiver of delight as he
plunged in as
far as he could.
He began to move inside her, feeling her vaginal walls clamping
cock as he thrust. This was nice! This was worth having! He put
down to where their bodies joined and began to rub her clit and
her insides begin to flutter. She groaned again, muttering incoherently,
then came in earnest, body spasmed, head thrown back and breath
she bit her lip. He threw himself down to cover her and kissed
deeply in genuine gratitude. A couple of minutes later, he felt
orgasm building, and collapsed bonelessly as he felt himself spurt
amid a tide of tingling heat. He lay for a minute recovering before
staggering to his feet. Employing one of the towels on the stack,
her gently before wiping himself down and then refastening his
"Thank you, Uschi, thank you." He smiled at the girl
who still lay in total
disarray, and then quietly left the storeroom.
Returning quickly to the bar, he saw that Mulder had not moved
from where he
lay slumped. Sighing, he shook the other man's shoulder. It was
time to get
the show on the road. He felt better. He would cope whatever came.
The bar had closed, and the landlord had summoned Alex back downstairs
his room. Alex, who had been sleeping very peacefully, was more
little upset when the landlord had demanded that he take Mulder
back to the
room. He had been very content to leave the man who had raped
it off on the table, but the hotel staff had other ideas, and
so Alex was
now attempting to get Mulder back to the room and out of trouble.
It was as
simple as getting a genie back into its bottle.
Fox Mulder was a maudlin drunk. Alex had woken him and was now
get all of him into the elevator, so that he could get him back
up to their
room. He manhandled Mulder into the elevator, not an easy task
sozzled agent's legs had apparently developed independent motion,
trying to go off in opposite directions neither of which was the
Cushioned from the jabs to the kidneys and other small hurts that
tried to inflict on him by several gallons of German beer, Mulder
pain. Sighing, Alex gave up trying to make him uncomfortable and
concentrated on getting him out of the bar. Right now, Mulder
was leaning up
against the corner with Alex leaning against him in an attempt
to keep him
from sliding down the wall and across the floor. Fox was mumbling
incoherently and showed an appalling tendency to keep grabbing
Alex in a
proprietary manner. Alex delivered a punch to his gut that made
neatly in the middle and he finally got the elevator loaded and
pushing the button for the fifth floor with a sigh of relief.
Mulder gave a huge groan, and as the elevator began to ascend,
he began his
descent. The lanky agent buckled at the knees and slowly toppled
over the long suffering Alex until he lost his balance, and the
pair of them
crumpled into a heap of thrashing arms and legs. The elevator
came to a
standstill, and the doors opened on their corridor, but just as
to fight himself out of the tangle, they closed again, and the
began to descend.
Shouting a number of particularly virulent curses in Russian,
impotently on the button as the malevolent elevator came to rest
ground floor once more. He tried to gather Mulder together as
opened, and a pair of elderly ladies entered. Grinning somewhat
Alex bent to put his arms under Mulder's shoulders, in an attempt
Mulder up off the floor. The elevator began to ascend once more,
late, he realized that he had not yet pushed the button for his
Panicking, he attempted to extract his right hand to do so, but
just that moment to open his eyes and throw his arms around Alex,
drunkenly to kiss him. The old ladies moved into the corner of
where they huddled somewhat apprehensively, and Alex gibbered
elevator went sailing past his floor.
The elevator came to rest on the 12th floor, and the two women,
entered the elevator very sedately, shot from its innards as if
demons. Mulder's voice followed them, telling them in slurred
distinctive tones just how beautiful Alex was. Alex heaved a sigh
and pushed the button for the 5th floor. The doors closed on him,
elevator dropped. Mulder threw up.
Alex was by this time beginning to think that he had already died
now in hell. As the elevator opened its doors enticingly onto
the 5th floor,
he shoved out his foot, and tried to peel Mulder off the floor,
only partially as bits of Mulder kept eluding him and slipping
down to rest
once more. The door closed on Alex's leg.
Yelping a little, Alex prepared to get nasty. He grabbed Mulder
by the hair
and yanked. This had some of the desired effect. The other man
get himself together to a certain extent, and rearing up to his
he stalked from the elevator, with Alex scampering in his wake
tugboat following a liner into dock. This dignified procession
when after three disdainful paces Mulder suddenly pitched forward,
flat on his face in front of their door.
Shaking his head, Alex took out his key and opened the door to
After this afternoon, he had thought that he would never again
want to see
this room. He found himself feeling relieved when he finally gathered
unconscious thorn in his flesh by the hair and the back of his
dragged him into the room before slamming the door shut with great
He busied himself, stripping the dead weight that was Mulder down
boxers, bathing his face and finally managing to pour him into
the bed. Alex
was concerned that he would be sick again and reluctant to share
with a vomiting drunkard went in search of a receptacle just in
finally settled on the ice bucket and placed it next to the bed
grabbing a spare blanket and a couple of pillows, he curled up
on the floor
beside the bed and fell instantly asleep.
Krycek awoke in the early hours of the morning. His body hurt.
The only part
that wasn't stiff was his dick, he thought to himself as he rolled
stretched, trying to iron out the kinks in his spine. He sat up
to check on
Mulder, figuring that the other agent had been the reason why
awakened. He did not immediately see Mulder, and with a sigh he
got to his
feet, wondering if he would have to go out in search of him. He
too well that enough booze could bring about sleepwalking, and
certainly been very drunk that evening. He circled the bed, but
man had not merely fallen out on the opposite side. Alex gritted
He was sore, tired and fed up. He wanted to sleep. He actually
sleep in the bed, although if Mulder was going to throw up again
certainly didn't want to have anything to do with that process.
He opened the door of the room and looked up the corridor. The
there, facing him, its doors invitingly open. He noticed that
it had been
cleaned since he last saw it. He shuddered, and when he didn't
he retreated, closing the door behind him.
Next, he went to the bathroom to check if Mulder had found his
When he saw the other man slumped loosely over the toilet, he
sigh of relief.
"Mulder, you OK?"
Mulder groaned, sounding a little as if he were a rusty door.
"Oh God, Krycek! I think I'm gonna die. I feel really bad."
plaintive eyes to Alex, who actually did feel a little sorry for
him as he
studied the usually intelligent face of his current partner. Alex
glass with water, shook a couple of aspirins out of the bottle,
them to the afflicted man. Mulder took them gratefully and downed
"Are you feeling sick?" Alex was anxious and prepared
to back away very
smartly as Mulder struggled to his feet.
"Not now, but I've got a terrible headache." Mulder's
voice held all the
misery of the healthy male unused to the feeling of less than
health. Alex grinned.
"You deserve it. Don't you know any better than to knock
back German beer on
an empty stomach? Dumb fuck!" Mulder looked at him in mute
appeal and Alex
shook his head. "What? What do you want from me? I promised
to stay with you
for a couple of days, not to nurse you in sickness and in health.
sick, I'm not gonna clean it up for you. Live with it!"
Mulder pulled himself to his feet and struggled back to the bed
where he lay
"I'm not going to be sick now, it's OK. Come to bed, I won't
touch you." He
closed his eyes, and after a minute, Alex peeled off his clothes
down to his
T-shirt and boxers and then crawled gratefully into the bed beside
Within a couple of minutes, they were both asleep.
The two men slept on into the morning, and it was around nine
finally opened his eyes, rather blearily, and surveyed the day.
was still present, he had developed a sore throat and a headache
to go with
it. On the pillow to his left he could see the tuft of hair that
only visible part of Mulder. On his right, the window, when he
curtains open a little, revealed a grey, blustery day that certainly
encourage him to leap out of bed.
Forced from his warm cocoon by his bladder, he stumbled off to
where he rinsed his face in cold water and brushed his teeth,
little better as he did so. Shaking a couple of aspirin from the
chewing them, he decided that a shower could wait for a while.
high-tailed it back to the bed where he snuggled down, hoping
to enjoy a few
more minutes of warmth and comfort before he needed get up finally
He was just nestling gratefully into his pillows when his companion
came to. Initially there were a couple of hollow groans, and Alex
*Serve the bastard right!* he thought viciously as he mentally
took stock of
his aches and pains. He felt a whole lot better now that he had
had a little
Mulder moaned again and Alex prepared to be entertained as the
emerged, whimpering, from his bedclothes. Tousled, hollow eyed
he looked anything but the picture of health as he made his own
the bathroom. Alex reached out a lazy arm for the telephone, and
once he had
dialed room service, he ordered breakfast, figuring that Mulder
better with juice and coffee inside him, even if he didn't feel
He personally was starving, and he ordered eggs, ham, toast and
Mulder chose that second to reappear and stumbled back to bed.
comparatively clear eyed and full of energy, informed him that
on its way. It was worth it to hear the moans that followed his
"Alex, I'm sorry, really sorry." Mulder didn't elaborate,
and Alex didn't
ask him to. He merely nodded and left it at that. Mulder rolled
Alex, and lifted a finger to touch a bruise that was showing just
hairline. "You made me so angry. I think I was out of my
mind. I would
never.... Alex, I love you. Really, I do. I always have."
Alex closed his eyes and counted silently under his breath. "Mulder,
told you, you have me for 48 hours, but that's it. I don't see
my future as
your sex toy. I'm not going to hang around after 4pm tomorrow,
I give you
fair warning. Now I'm keeping my side of the bargain. I'm trusting
keep yours." He looked full at Mulder then and saw misery
in the other man's
eyes. He shrugged mentally. Some you win, some you lose. This
Mulder leaned forward then and kissed Alex, first very tenderly,
his lips with gentleness he hadn't shown the day before. Alex
permitting the contact, and then gradually Mulder increased the
his mouth over Krycek's, putting his soul into a kiss that had
responding in spite of himself. He made a soft sound in his throat,
somewhere between a whimper and a sob, and his tongue began to
find its way
into Alex's mouth, his hands coming up to cradle Alex's face gently.
few seconds, Alex gave a sigh, and began to kiss him back. He
put his arms
around Mulder, pulling his body into him and pressing up against
him as hard
as he could. If he was going to do this, he might as well get
from it. He opened his lips further, and his tongue began to duel
Mulder's. The knock on the door when it came made them both jump.
clambered laboriously out of the bed, pulling on jeans over his
erection and moving to answer the door. Room service had arrived,
was food piled onto a cart. Mulder quickly pulled it into the
the bellhop and closed the door again.
They both felt better after several glasses of orange juice, plenty
coffee, and the food that they found under the covered trays.
also taken another couple of aspirin, and he felt almost human.
to Alex where he lounged on the bed in his underwear, munching
on a piece of
toast, he tried again.
"Alex, I want to make things up to you. Show you how I feel
about you. I
want to love you properly." He was obviously in earnest,
and Alex was
amazed. It didn't seem to matter what he said; Mulder would just
trying until he could get away.
*Listen Mulder, I have the flu, I'm sore from what you did to
I don't now, and never will love you, but if that means nothing
to you, go
for it! * Alex said nothing, knowing what would be next, and unable
anything about it in his present weakened state. He had promised,
would keep his promise.
Mulder crept back onto the bed, and Alex finished his toast, licking
finger clean the way a cat might. Mulder lay watching him, and
tracing the lines of muscle in his arms as he did so.
"You make me want to tear you to pieces, Alex," he confided.
"I look at you
and you're so beautiful. You're the most beautiful thing I ever
saw, and I
want you so much, but you aren't mine, and I know that. It feels
as if I've
taken poison. I don't know what to do. I know you don't love me,
but God, I
wish you did." Mulder buried his head in Krycek's shoulder,
and after a
moment or two, Alex gently put his arm around Mulder, and held
him while he
As Mulder quieted, Alex withdrew his arms, pulling away from Mulder
getting out of bed.
"God Mulder, you're such a fucking mess. I won't have to
kill you. You'll do
it for me one of these days."
The plane ride had been a far cry from the sleek, transatlantic
the previous day. They had embarked on a small, propeller driven
looked as if it had seen better days. It did not help that one
passengers had what appeared to be a wire crate full of chickens.
coughing and shivering now, and Mulder was very quiet. They had
dressed, packed and checked out of the hotel two hours before
the flight and
now were deplaning at an airport which was barely more than a
field with a
hut at one end. It was becoming dark already, and Mulder thought
should find somewhere to spend the night before attempting any
investigations. He was a little worried about Alex's coughing.
He had dosed
him with some disgusting tasting cough syrup he had obtained before
departed Frankfurt. Now Alex appeared drowsy, and the air was
At Mulder's prompting, they managed to find a room in a farmhouse
miles from the airport. After signing the guest book, Mulder requested
lunch to be brought to their room and then went off to get Alex
before he became any sicker than he was already.
Alex needed little or no persuasion to get into the bed and lay
coughing from time to time. The landlady arrived with bowls of
black bread. They ate hungrily, and Alex appeared better. Mulder
leave Alex to sleep for a while and went off to see if there was
the area who could speak English, and who would talk to him about
they had come so far to find.
Alex opened his eyes on a brand new day. He felt much better.
seemed less, and his throat no longer ached the same way. He rolled
see that Mulder was awake and watching him.
"Have you been awake for long?" Alex still sounded a
little hoarse, but the
smoky quality of his voice was merely enhanced by his sore throat.
"About an hour. I was watching you sleep. You are so beautiful.
want to wake you until I had to. We'll have to go soon, we've
about an hour's travelling to do, and I need you to translate
for me for a
little while yet." Mulder stroked Alex's cheek softly as
he spoke and rolled
to snuggle against his warmth.
"Mulder, I want you to know." Alex was starting to speak
when Mulder put
his hand over Alex's mouth and stopped him.
"Alex, I don't want you to say anything else. I know this
is the last chance
I'm ever going to have to show you how I feel about you."
Mulder gave a
little choking sound and then pulled Alex to him and kissed him
Alex shuddered at the sensation of Mulder's lean, hard body against
finally relaxing into the embrace with a sigh. Mulder turned his
against Krycek's, working with his lips to open Krycek's mouth,
and when his
lips parted, he gently stroked his tongue between them, moaning
allowed him a little more access, and they lay, exploring each
mouths, holding each other, Mulder's hands running over Krycek's
his ribs and down over his hip to cup his butt.
Mulder had become hard very quickly, and he could feel that Alex
beginning to get excited too. He ground his prick into Alex, rubbing
and forth over Alex's. The sensation was amazing. He felt Alex's
pulsing as it grew, and putting his hand down between them, he
of them together, gasping as the first splintery tingles of pleasure
through him. Alex put a hand up to his cheek, and Mulder's eyes
flew to look
at his face.
"Just one thing, Mulder. I'm gonna be the one today. I'm
gonna do you."
Mulder's cock pulsed wildly at his reluctant lover's words.
"Oh God, Alex, I want you to. Please, hurry." He reached
for a tube of lube
he had bought after the fiasco the day before. Opening the cap,
he began to
spread it into his hand, warming it. Reaching down, he smeared
Alex's cock, and his hand began to slide up and down the shaft,
moan and buck his hips.
"Better not do that for too much longer, Mulder, unless you
want me to shoot
first and ask questions later!" Mulder reluctantly let go
of Alex and began
preparing himself, spreading the lube over his anus, pushing in
then two fingers, stretching himself so that Alex would be able
to get his
cock in without causing him too much discomfort.
Finally, Alex pushed Mulder face down on the bed and made him
draw his knees
up, so that he lay open, waiting for his impalement.
"Oh God! Alex, please hurry! I want you so much." Alex
finally took hold of
his penis and traced around the entrance to Mulder's passageway.
last he put the broad head against Mulder's puckered opening and
home. It slipped in, meeting a little resistance at first, and
in to the hilt, until Alex's belly rested on Mulder's ass cheeks.
his fingers into the skin of Mulder's sides, twisting the flesh
fingers, hurting the other man as he gripped him. Mulder cried
incoherently, and Alex put his hand over the other man's mouth.
"If you make too much noise, I will stop. Be quiet!"
Mulder groaned but
quieted at this, and slowly at first, gradually picking up speed,
to pump in and out of Mulder's ass.
Mulder began to lose it first. He was clutching his cock, frantically
rubbing it as Alex pumped, and his balls tightened. The first
glowing tickling pleasure shot through him, starting in his balls,
spreading like ripples the length of his dick, across his belly
through his thighs.
"Oh! Fuck me, Alex!" he screamed as he came. Alex, felt
flex and tighten around his cock, clamping down and sending slippery
pulsing through it. He grunted and his own orgasm rushed in like
causing him to collapse onto the back of the man he despised..
"Yes! Fuck you, Mulder! Fuck you!"
They lay on the hillside watching the men below them. They had
at the end of their journey, but they were still not sure exactly
was that they were watching.
"We'll be finding out the truth soon enough," Mulder
said with certain
"The truth!" Alex spoke scornfully. "I told you
before, there is no truth.
You only see your own "truth", and that makes you into
a hypocrite. Grow up,
Mulder, and then maybe you'll find a truth that's worth looking
They were in a holding cell. Alex had been a little panicked,
were going to be tortured, but it hadn't happened. Mulder's watch
showing 4pm. Alex had yelled some Russian in answer to a guard,
Mulder became aware that his time was up. He grabbed Alex by the
pushed him up against the wall.
"What did you say to him?"
Alex surveyed him grimly, and the blank stare in his eyes made
a mockery of
intimacy previously given.
"Don't touch me again."
The endfor now