Chisli V - 911
by Nicole S.
Rating: NC-17 for bad language and m/m sex.
Series/Sequel: Sequel to 7002, 7243, 1015 and 7-11
I crave feedback like Mulder craves Krycek! email@example.com
Spoilers: Set somewhere in Season Six. Spoilers for all Krycek
Anasazi, Herrenvolk, Gethsemane, Redux, The Movie, The Beginning
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, they belong to Chris Carter,
Productions and Fox. Please don't sue me, I'm unemployed.
Summary: Krycek pays Mulder a visit with surprising and not so
Comments: Thanks to Aries and Orithain for awesome beta and being
gave me the idea for this one - thanks babe. Aries inspired me
It was cold on Mulder's fire escape where Alex Krycek was perched,
in the bedroom window through the open slats in the blinds. He
and still, watching Mulder undress after a long day at work. Alex's
green eyes were the only thing moving as he saw Mulder put his
suit and tie
away in the closet, wadding up the rest of the clothes and stuffing
a laundry bag.
Mulder had cleaned up his act, the usual piles of junk in the
been tidied, or at least moved to another location. Alex noticed
on the bed were different, clean, pillows fluffed as if it were
someone to sleep in it; Mulder rarely did. //Maybe they're for
mused. //I'll have to make a point of thanking him for doing laundry.//
smirked to himself as he thought of the many ways they could dirty
sheets. A shiver ran through him, not so much from the cold, but
of Mulder's naked form padding to the bathroom.
Alex waited for a few minutes before cracking the window, listening
shower. Satisfied that Mulder was occupied , he slid the window
climbed inside the bedroom. He slid the window closed behind him
listened again to the running water before silently tiptoeing
to the dark
living room. He stood in the shadows, waiting for Mulder to finish
Mulder looked tired when he saw him through the blinds a few minutes
Alex knew that Mulder hadn't gotten much sleep in the past three
their tryst in his motel room. Alex had been watching him closely
to figure out why Mulder had come looking for him in Philly, why
he was in
denial that they wanted each other.
He knew Mulder and Scully were working on some sort of punishment
assignment, which involved manually checking many boxes of what
computer printouts. Holed up in Scully's apartment, they checked
after figure, comparing and analyzing. It was hard for Alex to
asleep after listening to them drone on for hours.
The shower stopped running, Alex froze on his spot, not moving
or making a
noise. His breathing deepened, slowing in concentration. A few
he heard the bathroom door open and Mulder pad back down to his
sweet essence of Ivory soap and shampoo floated down to greet
making him close his eyes and inhale. This smell would always
remind him of
Mulder, sweet, clean. His dick began to swell as he thought of
the naked man
down the hallway. //Maintain control, Alex, don't blow it.// Unconsciously,
he shifted his weight, making the floor creak. //Shit!//. His
heart sped up
as he heard Mulder come out of the bedroom.
Alex moved back further into the living room, grateful for the
saw Mulder's gun was drawn and moved to pull his own firearm.
Mulder saw the movement out of the corner of his eye and turned
"Freeze, FBI." He pulled the trigger, muzzle flashing
bright in the darkened
room, the loud bang of the discharge making his ears ring.
Alex swore he heard the bullet whiz by his head as he dove to
toppling the coffee table for protection. All the magazines, videotapes,
water glasses and newspapers scattered about the room. One of
broke and the coffee table landed with a loud thud.
"Mulder, what the hell are you doing?"
"Krycek? What the hell are *you* doing here?"
"I need to borrow a cup of sugar for a cake I'm baking for
Mulder snorted. "Likely story. What do you want?"
"I want you to put the gun down for one thing."
"Hmph. Stand up."
"You're not going to shoot me, are you?"
"I'd probably be doing the world a favor if I did."
"Aww, if you shot me, you'd never get your cake."
"Stand up, Krycek."
"Are you going to shoot me or not?"
"I'm still deciding. Do you feel lucky today?"
"Are you quoting Dirty Harry or is that a rhetorical question?"
Mulder sighed, "Just stand up, Krycek."
Alex stood, warily watching Mulder who still had his gun drawn.
jumped when he saw the state of him. Mulder had been wearing a
had fallen on the floor to pool around his ankles, leaving him
light from the bedroom bathed his naked form in a yellow glow;
body slightly glistened with moisture from the shower; his hair
and out of control from the rub of the towel; his cock and balls
heavily from the patch of tawny curls.
Alex deliberately looked at Mulder's groin and licked his lips,
as he saw the cock grow larger before his eyes.
"Stop it," Mulder said, gripping the gun tighter. "I'll
shoot you again, and
this time, I won't miss."
Alex looked at his groin again, this time just staring at it.
"Stop it," Mulder said, weaker this time. He bit his
lip, trying to keep his
cock from growing hard but felt it stiffen as Krycek licked his
//Bastard! I can't believe one of my own body parts is betraying
Mulder breathed in and let out a shaky sigh, //Might as well get
"What do you want, Krycek?"
He was cut off by a pounding on the door.
Mulder ignored whoever was outside. "Well?"
Alex smirked, then the pounding started again.
"Police, open up."
Mulder closed his eyes, //This can't be happening to me.// "Just
"Open the door NOW."
"Shit." When Mulder opened his eyes, Alex was gone.
He put his gun on the
floor by the overturned coffee table, grabbed his towel and opened
as he wrapped it around his waist. Two of Alexandria's finest
for him on the other side.
"Can I help you, gentlemen?"
"Sir..." the first cop began, raising his eyebrows as
Mulder crossed his
legs trying to hide his erection. The officer unsuccessfully tried
conceal his smirk and continued. "Sir, we're answering a
call of shots
Mulder furrowed his brow, "Shots fired, really?"
"Yes, your neighbour, Mrs. Hamstead, said that she heard
a shot fired, a
scuffle, then some yelling."
Mulder furrowed his brow some more //nosy bitch//. "Um, well,
I got out of
the shower and the phone was ringing. It was dark when I ran into
room to get it, and I knocked over my coffee table. My gun fell
on the floor
and discharged...when it, when it hit the floor." Mulder
continued, "When I knocked over the table, I stubbed my toe
that's what she must've heard." Mulder grinned again, //Aw
shit, if they buy
that, then I've got some swampland to sell them.//
The second officer looked at Mulder disapprovingly. "Do you
have a permit
for this gun, sir?"
"Um, yeah, I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder, FBI. I can get my
badge if you
Mulder turned around, shook his head and went into the bedroom
his badge. He left the door open as he put on a pair of sweats
and went back
to the cops in the dining room, his erection subsiding considerably.
turned on the light then handed his badge to one of the officers.
The officer looked at it, then looked back at Mulder. He furrowed
then widened his eyes. "I remember you," he said. "Mulder,
you're the fibbi
that works with all that weird shit, right? The X-Files or something?
always got strange stuff happening to you."
Mulder tried hard not to roll his eyes and continued to grin at
"What do you mean?" the other cop asked.
This time Mulder did roll his eyes and turned his grin into a
The police officers turned to one another as the first cop continued
his story. "Remember, that guy who got shot in the hallway,
the door? The black guy? He wrote those initials on the floor
in his own
blood when he was dying? Then we found that body in this apartment
supposed to be Agent Mulder but turned out to be another guy.
Oh yeah, one
day the whole building went nuts, people killing each other, beating
other up. Then this past summer, we find Agent Mulder here, outside
ground, unconscious after some mystery ambulance driver shot him
window to keep him from saving his partner."
"Yeah, Agent Mulder here has got a file this thick."
The officer made a
gesture showing his fingers about three inches apart.
Mulder knit his brows together and pinched the bridge of his nose.
crossed his arms across his chest and frowned at the officers
One of the cops handed his badge back then went over to inspect
the mess in
the living room. Both officers looked at the overturned coffee
table and the
gun on the floor. They conferred with each other for a minute
back to Mulder.
"Okay, Agent Mulder, we're going to chalk this up as accidental.
on, I suggest that you maybe turn on a light so you won't be crashing
your furniture. Also, please keep your safety on when you're not
"I will, thank you," Mulder mumbled.
The cops turned and left, Mulder shutting the door behind them.
hear them talking in the hallway, "...don't know why they
even bother to
call anymore, should be used to all the weird shit by now."
Mulder leaned his forehead against the door and locked it; he
whether to laugh or cry. He turned around, went back to the living
put the coffee table upright, placing the items scattered on the
top of it. //Great. Spender's probably going to get a call to
X-File on apartment 42, if he hasn't already.//
He flopped on the couch and put his face in his hands before raking
fingers through his hair. //Now Alex is gone, how do I tell him
back? Wait, when the hell did I start calling him that?//
As if he heard Mulder's thoughts, Alex came around the corner
against the doorframe to the living room.
"I can't believe they bought that story, Mulder. They're
getting lazier and
lazier the closer they get to pension."
"I thought you left, Krycek."
"But you're back?"
"Looks that way, doesn't it?"
"Why? Why do you come here to antagonize me on a regular
basis? What do you
"I want you."
"You want me?"
"That's what I just said."
Mulder swallowed, his throat dry, "I don't want you."
"Bullshit." Alex moved over and sat beside Mulder, noticing
quicken. "You want me," Alex purred into his ear. "You
want me so bad you
can taste me."
Mulder closed his eyes and swallowed again, every fiber in his
screaming for him to get up and walk away. He couldn't, he was
could feel Alex move closer, his breath tickling his ear, his
his insides to jelly and sending all his blood to his cock.
"You want me so bad that a dull ache begins in the pit of
your stomach when
you think of me, when you fantasize about me."
"You wonder whether if things had been different, would my
head be nestled
in your lap, sucking you off on a nightly basis?"
Mulder gasped again as he felt Alex's finger move up and down
chest, lightly skimming the hair.
"You can't deny it, Mulder, you want me."
"Shut up, Krycek," Mulder whispered.
"No, because it's true. You'll touch me any way you can,
whether it be
gentle kisses or fierce punches. As long as it's contact, you
A shiver ran up Mulder's spine as Alex caressed one of his nipples.
of here," he protested weakly.
"You don't want me to leave."
Mulder stifled a whimper as Alex nuzzled his cheek. He found his
clenching and unclenching, not wanting to want Alex so bad. "Yes,
I do. Get
"You're lying," Alex said as he kissed Mulder's earlobe.
Mulder bit his lip; this time his whimper was audible. "I
hate you," he
"I hate you too." Alex covered Mulder's mouth with his
own, kissing him
gently, at first, growing stronger and stronger with each breath.
reached up and cradled Mulder's face, his thumb caressing his
Mulder melted into Krycek's touch, as he had done time and time
brought his hand up to caress the strong back, still clad in the
jacket. Slowly, he undid the jacket and pulled it off.
Pulling back, Alex smiled down at Mulder, his pupils dilated,
a silly grin
on his face. He ran his fingers down Mulder's chest again, delighting
little jump he gave.
Mulder's fingers moved up to touch Alex's chin, the stubble rough
fingers. He brought their mouths together for a lingering kiss,
dancing with each other. He broke away first, eyes opening to
bright green eyes staring back at him. Impossibly dark, thick
them, fluttering with every breath.
Mulder ran his hands under Alex's sweater, feeling the hot skin
fingertips. Slowly, he dragged the sweater up and over Alex's
to be careful of the prosthesis. Immediately, Mulder latched on
to one of
his nipples, nibbling along the edge, sucking on the hardened
Alex threw his head back and crushed the agent's head to his chest,
as teeth grazed his nipple. Then Mulder was nibbling along the
and across his chest to the straps of his fake arm, tongue and
and kissed the skin between the straps. Alex closed his eyes and
as he felt the new velcro straps being undone. He expected Mulder
on the maintenance to the prosthetic, but he remained silent.
Finally, Mulder released the shoulder and short stump from its
massaging it as he had done on earlier occasions.
Another whimper escaped Alex's lips as he felt Mulder run his
hands down to
his crotch, trading the massage of his stump for the bulge in
Alex moved his own hand down to the sweats Mulder wore, dipping
it inside to
grasp the hardness there.
Quickly they stood and removed their remaining clothing. Now naked
each other, they embraced, kissing each other tenderly, grinding
erections together, relishing the feel of flesh against flesh.
"I have to have you, Mulder," Alex said as he dragged
him over to the dining
room table, pushing him gently face down over the wood surface.
retrieved his leather jacket off the floor and got the tube of
of the pocket. He then wadded up the jacket and placed it under
Mulder was trembling; he felt open and exposed as Alex gently
legs apart, the cool air swirling around his anus. Inhaling deeply,
pressed his face into the leather jacket, taking in Alex's musky
visibly shook as he felt Alex squeeze a blob of lube on one of
cheeks. //Why do I want him so bad? Why can't I just tell him
to leave?// A
finger entered him and started gently lubricating his ass, stroking
smooth channel, caressing his prostate. //Oh, god, that's why.//
Alex smiled as Mulder moaned, ass thrust outward. When he was
Mulder was ready, Alex moved behind him and traded his fingers
for his slick
cock. He guided his member inside Mulder with his hand, then placed
on Mulder's hip to help him thrust in and out.
Mulder winced at the intrusion of the initial penetration, but
His mind was swimming with emotion as it always did with Alex,
feeling of this so much, yet not wanting to give himself completely
Thrusting with a steady rhythm, Alex knew he wasn't going to last
Leaning over Mulder, putting his weight on his back, he reached
grasped his cock, pumping it until Mulder whimpered and moaned
then shot his
cum all over his hand. Alex wasn't far behind; a few more thrusts
spent himself into Mulder's ass, milking his cock until he was
to do anything but collapse.
For a few minutes, time stopped as both men leaned over the dining
table, breathing heavily. Finally, Alex pulled out of Mulder,
up with some fast food napkins that lay nearby.
Mulder stood to meet Alex's gaze, sated and smirking. He grabbed
and led him to bed, where they both lay for a long time, arms
other, dozing on and off.
Finally, Mulder broke the silence. "I don't love you."
"That's okay, I don't love you either."
A slight shock ran through him at these words. //What did you
Mulder? A pledge of undying love until the end of time? A plea
to love him
Alex could sense that wasn't exactly what Mulder was expecting.
let's not analyze this; let's just enjoy it, okay? It can be whatever
want it to be."
Mulder silently agreed, holding Alex tighter, before planting
a kiss on his
Alex looked up into Mulder's eyes; he could see contentment, almost
in them. He gave a little smile before moving in and kissing him,
probing inside. Mulder rolled on top of him, taking him in his
him back, caressing his shoulders. Alex arched into Mulder's touch
mouth ran down to his chest, nipping and licking.
Mulder slowly moved down to a nipple, teasing it for a second,
hands explored further. Alex was hard, oh so hard, precum coating
Silently, Mulder sat and directed Alex to roll over on his stomach,
As Mulder reached over for the lube, Alex raised himself up on
his knees and
thrust his ass in the air. He propped his head up with the pillows,
ready for what was to come.
Mulder liberally spread the lube in and around Alex's anus, caressing
with his finger, as was done to him earlier. He could hear Alex
let out a
moan as another finger joined the first, caressing the magic spot
ass, making him buck his hips with pleasure.
He withdrew his fingers and prepared to enter him with his cock.
pushed into Alex, one hand on his hip to guide him. This was so
sweet. How could he have lived this long without this? Inching
inside Alex's ass, he let his hands wander down over Alex's back,
his nipples and down to his balls, which he held in his hand,
caressing the skin, making him whimper and moan.
Mulder was now fully embedded in Alex, just resting for a second.
different from any other time he had the younger man. On the train
pure lust; the other times it was to just satisfy an animalistic
this was quite different; this was tender and with purpose, to
He knelt up and started to move in and out of Alex, holding on
gently moving his hips from side to side.
Slowly, he sped up his pace, leaning over Alex's back, caressing
again. From the moans he was making, Mulder knew the other man
His hand reached down and grasped Alex's cock, pumping in time
thrust of his hips, faster and faster, until it was as if their
melted together. Mulder was first to come, crying out and filling
man with his fluid. Alex was not far behind; a few strong strokes
Mulder was all it took before he let a muffled moan into the pillow
his face and spurted his cream onto the sheets below.
Mulder fell on top of Alex, who in turn collapsed from his position,
lying flat on his stomach. Mulder embraced him, kissing the back
neck, not wanting to let go. Breathing heavily and feeling the
throughout his body, he just lay there. He could feel his eyelids
and barely pulled up the covers before drifting off.
Alex was right about the sheets; they smelled clean and looked
sighed as Mulder's weight pushed down on him, arms around him,
embedded in him. Alex felt relaxed and safe, letting himself sleep
Mulder opened his eyes, blinking the sleep out of them. It was
still dark outside, the light from the street filtering through
He sat up, not remembering pulling out of Alex, but he must have,
weren't joined anymore. He looked over at the sleeping man beside
face angelic in his slumber. Alex was facing him, knees curled
up to his
chest, clutching his pillow as if it were a life preserver. //He
five years old.// A warmth ran through Mulder as he looked at
knowing exactly what it meant.
Here was this man, his enemy, in his bed, after a night of lovemaking.
could kill him if he wanted to, slit his throat, blow his head
off, but he
didn't want to. For the moment, nothing mattered but this feeling
and calmness that had overcome him.
Alex sighed and rolled over, one strong leg over another, blankets
off to reveal his tight buttocks. Mulder noticed Alex had a patch
hair down at the base of his spine, blonde, or at least light
wanted to touch it, to press his cheek to it then kiss it. Mulder
settled for the hair on Alex's head instead, smoothing it for
a second. Alex
moaned in his sleep then settled, still clutching the pillow.
Mulder smirked, arranging the blankets over Alex before snuggling
him. For now he didn't care about anything but this, waking up
doing it all over again.