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Mulder in the Middle I
Disclaimer: They all belong to CC, 1013 Productions and Fox.
Spoilers: Genderbender, slight ones for The End, Fight the Future,
The Beginning, Drive
Note: This one's been floating around in the back of my head for
a few months now and finally demanded to be written despite all
the other series I have going. As ever, thanks to Nicole and Aries
for "encouragement," beta and just being yourselves!
And as always, *my* Krycek has two arms, and Mulder sees red and
green (especially green eyes) very clearly.
Story Summary: Mulder visits some people while trying to reconstruct
the X- files case files, with some unexpected results.
Special Agent Fox Mulder was tired, irritable and wishing he had
chosen to become a mailman or garbageman or anything except what
he was. Even though he was officially off the X-files and forbidden
to have anything to do with them, no one had asked him to return
the boxes of burnt papers he had salvaged from the fire. But even
with the help of the Lone Gunmen, it was a long and painstaking
process to reconstruct the files from the scraps he had. Every
weekend that he wasn't away grilling farmers about manure, he
was travelling around the country trying to fill in the blanks
by interviewing witnesses a second time. Despite his eidetic memory,
he didn't have all the information.
So here he was on a Saturday morning, after spending the entire
week tramping through fertilized fields, knocking on the door
of Michael Flanigan's home. Michael was the only person to survive
an encounter with one of the sex- changing aliens who called themselves
the Kindred. Mulder only had a vague recollection of the young
man's appearance from their meeting in his hospital room, having
been far more intent on what seemed like proof of an X-file than
on paying attention to the swinging single. Thus it was something
of a shock when the door swung open and he found himself staring
at Alex Krycek.
Mulder's eyes widened, then narrowed, his fists clenched, and
he snarled Krycek's name before punching the younger man. The
stunned man staggered back, allowing Mulder to follow him inside
the house, leaving the door open behind him. He grabbed Krycek's
shirt in both fists, shaking him like the rat he was.
Krycek finally managed to bring his arms up between them, shoving
Mulder away. As soon as he was free, he moved to put the sofa
between them, grabbing a statuette off one of the end tables and
brandishing it at Mulder. "Look, pal, I don't know who the
fuck you are, but you better get out of here now!"
Mulder sneered at him. "Sure, Krycek, now I'm supposed to
believe you have amnesia or something? Or that you suddenly miraculously
forgot who I am, that you killed my father, kidnapped my partner,
murdered her sister, betrayed at least two countries that I know
about, had me experimented on, betrayed me..."
"How many times do I have to tell you that I did not kill
your father?" an exasperated voice demanded from behind him.
"And how did you know I was here?"
Mulder spun around at the sound of the voice, staring at what
was obviously Krycek, down to the black jeans and leather jacket
and gun pointing at him. His movement shifted him to the side,
and he had a perfect view of Krycek's face when he saw his twin
behind Mulder. Krycek displayed absolute shock, so complete it
couldn't be anything but real. In fact, he almost dropped his
The other man *did* drop the statuette he still had raised over
his head, fortunately, not *on* his head. Identical pairs of green
eyes stared into each other, both men seemingly frozen.
Mulder stared from one to the other, noting minor differences.
Flanigan, for so he assumed the second Krycek to be, had slightly
longer hair and looked a bit younger, though that could simply
be an effect of the life Krycek led. Krycek looked harder, more
dangerous, and radiated an aura of tension that was absent in
the other man. Thinking back to the night that he met Michael
Flanigan, Mulder realized that he did look like Krycek then. If
he had paid more attention to him, he would have assumed Krycek
to be him when they met months later. It seemed that Krycek had
longer ties with the Consortium that he had known or than Krycek
himself had known, judging by his shock.
"Why should I believe you didn't kill my father?" Mulder
returned to his familiar theme, drawing Krycek's stupefied gaze
away from his double.
Krycek blinked several times before the familiar sharp gaze focused
completely on Mulder. "Maybe because I wasn't even there!
Why the hell would I want to kill your father? He worked for the
Consortium. It would have been more than my life was worth to
touch him. As far as I know, one of the shapeshifters killed him,
something to do with how the factions were starting to split apart
then. As for Scully, the only thing I did was slow you down to
prevent you from being taken too. I only found out about the plan
to take both of you that morning; there was nothing I could do
for her, but I could save you. I knew they couldn't wait too long
for you to show up. And her sister, well, I didn't pull the trigger;
Cardinale did." Krycek shrugged, wondering why he bothered
to explain. Mulder wasn't going to listen to him; he never did.
But both men had forgotten that they had an audience. Although
shocked speechless at first by Krycek's words, Michael had listened
to him and more importantly, had watched both men's reactions
as they interacted. "Jesus, why don't both of you stop talking
since you obviously don't listen to each other and just find a
Mulder and Krycek turned on Michael at his words, neither of them
prepared to admit to any attraction, at least not where the other
could hear. But as soon as they looked at him, the shock of his
similarity to Krycek hit them again, and they both froze, staring
at him. Michael shifted uncomfortably under their gaze.
"And who are you, and what the hell are you doing here?"
Mulder blinked in surprise. "Yeah, what *are* you doing here,
"You first, Mulder, after all, you got here first."
Krycek smiled smugly, knowing that it would infuriate Mulder.
And it did, earning him Mulder's fist clenched in his shirt. Krycek
lived for these little moments of physical contact, doing his
best to antagonize Mulder whenever possible to get them.
"Hello!" Michael was starting to get annoyed about the
weird courting ritual the two men were conducting in his living
"Sorry," Mulder muttered perfunctorily, reluctantly
releasing Krycek, although neither man took the opportunity to
move apart. "I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder of the FBI. I interviewed
you, along with my partner Agent Scully, after your encounter
with the sex changer several years ago. Several of our files were
damaged in a recent fire, and I was hoping you would be willing
to answer some questions again to help recreate this particular
Michael looked extremely uncomfortable. "Look, Agent Mulder,
I do remember you now, but I've tried very hard to forget that
that night ever happened. I really don't want to talk about it."
"I realize it was a very disturbing occurrence, Mr. Flanigan,
but it would be most helpful if you would agree to let me interview
Michael sighed and nodded. He supposed it wouldn't kill him. Then
he turned his attention on his twin, who still stood close to
the federal agent's side. "And you? Who are you?"
Mulder turned back toward Krycek. "Yeah, Krycek, how'd you
Krycek glanced at his twin, introducing himself before returning
his attention to Mulder. "The Englishman left some things
that were to be released to me in the event of his death. As I
think you may have noticed, he died a few months ago, and I received
the information, money and instructions he wanted me to have.
Among them was this address and the instruction to come here.
I also got a key to a safety deposit box at a bank here in town.
Hopefully, it will shed some light on my disturbing similarity
to our host here."
"I hope you don't think that I'm going to just let you go
Krycek lowered his gaze to hide a grin. It seemed that he was
going to have Mulder's company until they solved the mystery of
his newfound twin. He hoped that whatever information the safe
deposit box contained would be enough to make Mulder want to look
into it. Not to mention that he wanted an explanation himself.
"Is this information you're talking about likely to explain
why we look alike?" Michael wanted to know.
"Probably," Krycek shrugged, focused on Mulder and wondering
if the other man was going to handcuff him again.
Mulder stared back, absently noting that Krycek's hair was getting
longer again, long enough to get a good grip on.
Michael watched the two of them. The sexual tension between them
was almost visible, and he wondered if he might not be able to
get in on some of that. Ever since his encounter with that sex
changing weirdo, he freaked whenever he tried to start anything
with a woman. He just kept expecting her to change into a man
and kill him somehow. It would have been an awfully long dry spell
if one of his friends hadn't coaxed him into bed one time when
they were both drunk. Much to his surprise, Michael had found
that he liked men. Not better than women, but he did like them.
He'd had several male lovers since then, and he wouldn't mind
adding the two in front of him to the list. He figured he had
a good shot if they stuck around for a while. Mulder obviously
liked his looks, judging by the way he was mooning over Krycek,
and Krycek would probably be as intrigued as Michael was at the
idea of making out with "himself."
"Well then, if you don't mind, I think I'd like to tag along,"
Michael said in response to Krycek's last statement.
Both Mulder and Krycek started slightly, tearing their eyes apart
to turn to Michael. They had forgotten he was there. "Sure,
that's probably a good idea," Krycek said.
Half an hour later the three men were squeezed inside one of the
bank's privacy booths with the safety deposit box. They had ignored
the looks garnered by Krycek and Flanigan, simply sparing a moment
to be grateful that this was not Michael's own bank and that the
town was big enough that not everyone knew him.
Since the box belonged to him, Krycek had claimed the only chair,
and Mulder squeezed in behind him. Krycek couldn't resist letting
his head lean against Mulder when he tilted it back to look up
at the agent while talking to him. "So, what do you think
the odds are that this is going to explode when we open it?"
Mulder glared down at Krycek, but he didn't move away. In fact,
he leaned into the contact. "Just open it, Krycek."
Michael had to turn away to hide his grin. He'd already decided
that even if he didn't manage to get one or both of them as lovers,
just watching them was sufficiently entertaining. They both tried
so hard to pretend they were indifferent to each other, but they
spent all their time getting closer to each other. He wondered
how many people watched them in amusement, not knowing that no
one had ever had the opportunity to notice. They almost never
spent any time together without violence. Somehow, having Michael
with them was letting them interact more normally, start to retrieve
the ease they'd begun to achieve during their short time as partners.
Krycek smirked up at Mulder, rubbing his head lightly against
his former partner before sitting up and turning his attention
to the safety deposit box. He opened it gingerly, not entirely
convinced that it wouldn't be booby- trapped in some way, but
it opened without incident.
Inside were a video cassette, a file, and some medical charts,
one bearing Krycek's name, another with Flanigan's and several
marked with names of other people they didn't know. Yet.
Glancing through the files quickly, Krycek was relieved to discover
that he was the original. The others were clones of him, some
of them only hours younger than he was. His cells had been harvested
from almost the moment of conception, as soon as they were sure
he would still develop normally, not because they were concerned
about him but because they wanted a continuing source of easily
cloned cells. He shuddered at some of the descriptions in the
files, and Mulder placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. He
had been reading over Krycek's shoulder.
Krycek twisted around to look up at Mulder, an expression of abject
misery in his eyes, and Mulder couldn't resist leaning down to
kiss him gently. They stared at each other, unable to believe
that they had finally taken that step, and neither noticed when
Michael picked up a file and began to read. They did notice when
he dropped the file with a gasp.
Seeing the pain on the face so like Krycek's, Mulder reached out
to him, drawing Michael into his embrace. Krycek stood up, wrapping
his arms around both men so they were all caught up in a three-way
hug. Mulder found himself with a head on either shoulder, and
looking down, he couldn't tell which was which without looking
at their clothes. If someone had told him that morning that he'd
end the day with Krycek in his arms, his head tucked under his
chin, he'd have had that person committed. But here he was. With
*two* Kryceks. And he was...happy.
Krycek was finally where he'd wanted to be for the last several
years, in Mulder's arms. He didn't quite know how it'd happened,
but he wasn't going to argue with the results. This was the first
time Mulder had ever touched him where he didn't sense violence
just beneath the surface, at least since the day Mulder discovered
he was working for the Consortium. He snuggled closer, trying
to remember the last time someone had just held him. He couldn't.
Michael was still in shock from finding out that he was a clone
of the man beside him. The idea had gone from being something
in a science fiction novel to being his life in a matter of seconds.
He was still trying to grasp it. The warmth of the two men wrapped
around him was slowly cutting through the chill of his shock,
and like Krycek, he snuggled closer to Mulder, tightening his
grip on the other man's waist.
Mulder held the two men protectively, wondering how it happened
that he was the strong, nurturing one all of a sudden. Scully
would kill herself laughing at the very idea. Scully. He looked
down at Krycek again, the man he had wanted to kill earlier today,
and he knew there was no way he could make his partner understand
his change of heart. Not to mention that taking Krycek, and probably
Michael for that matter, back to Washington would be the equivalent
of painting a target on him.
He sighed and freed one arm to pull out his cell phone, ignoring
the murmur of protest from the man it had been around. He dialed
a familiar number and waited until it was picked up. "AD
Kersh? This is Agent Mulder, sir. . . . . I don't think it matters
where I am, sir, since I'm on my own time right now. What I called
to tell you was that I'm taking some time off. I have 18 weeks
accumulated vacation time, and I'm taking them, effective immediately."
He pulled the phone away from his ear at the bellow of rage. "I'm
sorry you feel that way, sir. However, the fact remains that I
do have the time coming to me, and I am taking it. If you are
still of the same opinion when I return, you can have my resignation
then. As of this instant, I am on vacation." Not giving Kersh
a chance to respond, Mulder broke the connection.
"Mulder, are you sure you know what you're doing?" Krycek
was stunned by his former partner's actions. He'd have sworn that
nothing was more important to Mulder than his job, yet here he
was, endangering it, and for what? For Krycek? He couldn't let
himself start to believe that. The tiniest of moans escaped him,
and he started to pull away from Mulder.
But now that Mulder had finally admitted to himself that he wanted
Krycek, he was damned if he was going to let him get away. He
twisted to follow Krycek's move, not even noticing when Michael
dropped into the chair to watch them avidly. He pushed Krycek
up against the wall of the cubicle, pinning him there with his
own body. Staring into Alex's eyes, he rubbed their groins together,
gasping in pleasure at the sensation.
Alex decided that he must have been drugged somehow and everything
that had happened since he walked through that door and found
Mulder and himself was a drug-induced hallucination. So he might
as well relax and enjoy the fantasy. It wasn't as if he would
ever have a chance with the real Mulder.
Mulder had no idea why Alex had suddenly relaxed and was kissing
him back, but he wasn't complaining. He loved the results. He
opened his mouth wider, letting Alex in, feeling him explore every
inch of his mouth before he probed the interior of Alex's mouth
with his own tongue, tasting Alex for the first time. He tasted
of the coffee he'd drunk in the car and mints and something that
was uniquely Alex. Mulder thought he might grow to crave that
Alex moaned into Mulder's mouth. If this was a dream, he never
wanted to wake up. Mulder tasted just the way he thought he would,
sweet and a little salty from the sunflower seeds he was always
eating. And his tongue. God, his tongue! It was everywhere, driving
Alex finally had to pull away, gasping for air, and Mulder started
mapping his features with that luscious mouth and tongue. He traced
the bridge of Alex's nose with the tip of his tongue, then along
the mobile eyebrows to his temple. Alex luxuriated in the sheer
joy of Mulder's touch, yelping in surprise when Mulder nipped
his jaw before lapping away the slight hurt. Mulder traced the
jawline up to Alex's ear and nibbling on the soft lobe. His tongue
flicked along the whorls, making Alex shiver with pleasure. His
hands fluttered shakily over Mulder's back, seeking something
to grasp on to. Finally they settled on Mulder's buttocks, tracing
their shape, cupping them, pulling Mulder into the cradle of his
Mulder reached up and ripped Alex's T-shirt in half, sliding his
hands inside the flaps to caress the pale flesh beneath. He noticed
Alex's pallor and vowed to make sure he got out in the sun more
often. Then his hands reached the already hard nipples and all
other thoughts flew out of his head. He pushed the remnants of
the T-shirt out of the way so he could see what he was finally
touching. He stroked the nipples lightly, ignoring the pleading
sounds Alex was making. He gently traced around one with the tip
of his finger, gradually circling closer until he was rubbing
the aching nipple.
"God, Mulder, please!" Alex was willing to beg.
Mulder grinned at him, pinching both nipples unexpectedly, making
Alex cry out and arch into the touch, pressing their hard cocks
even closer together. He lowered his head to take one nipple between
his lips, lightly flicking the tip of his tongue over it while
making sure not to touch it with his teeth.
Alex's fingers, now on Mulder's shoulders, dug in as he whimpered
Mulder finally bit down on the nipple, making Alex cry out with
the pleasure. He sucked the nipple hard for a little while, finally
releasing it to nip his way down Alex's torso to his navel. He
licked around it, probed gently with the tip of his tongue, drawing
a giggle from Alex, then tugged on the hairs below with his teeth.
Alex drew in his breath in a gasp as Mulder continued ever lower.
Reaching the waistband of Alex's jeans, Mulder leaned back on
his haunches where he was now kneeling in front of Alex and unfastened
his belt and jeans. Staring into Alex's eyes, he pushed them down,
grinning slightly when he realized that Alex wasn't wearing any
Once the clothing was around Alex's ankles, Mulder leaned back
in, nuzzling against the hardened flesh that was begging for his
touch. He pressed closer, burying his nose in the crinkly hairs
of Alex's groin, inhaling his scent, while Alex quivered above
him. He let out the barest tip of his tongue to touch the balls
before him, and Alex groaned loudly. He liked the sound. He drew
one ball into his mouth, sucking lightly, then switched to the
other. He kept that up for a while, going back and forth while
Alex moaned and whimpered above him. Finally he tired of that
game and traced the large vein on the underside of Alex's penis
up to the head.
Mulder considered his next move carefully, lapping once at the
beads of pre- cum covering the head of Alex's cock. He sucked
Alex's erection into his mouth, stroking it with his tongue because
he had to taste it, but he released him quickly, prompting Alex
to grab at his head.
"Hang on, Alex. I have something you'll like even better,"
Mulder murmured, pushing to his feet and unfastening his own pants.
His erection sprang free as soon as he lowered his boxers, and
Alex stared hungrily, licking his lips. "I want to be inside
you, Alex. I've wanted that ever since the first moment I saw
you. All big green eyes and long lashes and that godawful suit.
But I wanted you then, and I want you now. Will you let me take
"God!" Alex whimpered. "Yes, anything, whatever
you want, just fuck me! Now! Please."
Mulder turned Alex toward the table, bending him forward over
it so he was positioned for Mulder's entry. Mulder scooped up
as much of Alex's pre-cum as he could and applied it to his ass,
trying to ease his entry. His own cock was slick from the copious
amounts of pre-cum dripping down it. He placed the head of his
cock at Alex's entrance and pressed forward, trying to ease past
the resistance. He kept pushing, and Alex suddenly shoved back,
forcing Mulder deep inside him, tearing a groan from each of them.
Alex gripped the far edge of the table, pressing back into Mulder's
thrusts. He started to cry out with each stroke, gradually getting
Not wanting them to be interrupted, Michael knew he had to muffle
Krycek's cries. And since he was hard as a rock from watching
them, he used his own cock to quiet Alex.
Alex's eyes flew open when a cock suddenly slid inside his mouth.
He stared at Michael in surprise, having forgotten he was there.
Then he started to suck on the cock in his mouth. He was beyond
any refinements just then, but the suction and warm wetness of
his mouth were enough to pleasure Michael while he watched Mulder
fuck Alex. He started to fuck Alex's throat, going deep while
Alex relaxed his throat muscles to take him even deeper.
Mulder watched the two identical men, turned on to see Michael
sliding in and out of Alex's mouth. The sight was too much for
him, and he slammed deep inside Alex, once, twice more, muffling
his cry as he came by biting down on Alex's shoulder. That set
Alex off, his come shooting out over the hand Mulder was stroking
him with, and the vibrations of his cries made Michael come as
Michael eased out of Alex's mouth before collapsing back into
the chair to watch Mulder grab Alex by the hair, twisting his
head around to claim a deep, possessive kiss. Mulder stayed inside
Alex for a while longer, loving the feeling, and Alex was happy
to have him there. He couldn't hold back a faint whimper when
Mulder finally withdrew, and Mulder pulled him up into his arms.
Staring into his eyes, Mulder whispered, "Now that I have
you, I'm never going to let you go. You're mine now."
Alex searched Mulder's eyes, finally seeing that he meant what
he said. A singularly sweet smile passed over his face, and he
hugged Mulder, feeling the older man's arms tighten around him
Michael watched the two men somewhat sadly. Whatever their problem
had been, they'd obviously gotten over it. They sure didn't need
him tagging along after them like some fifth wheel. He arranged
his clothing and turned toward the door, intending to slip away.
He thought he'd just try to forget about what he'd learned from
the files. He seemed to be good at wiping away bad experiences.
As he reached for the door handle, he was startled to feel an
arm snake around his waist and pull him back into Mulder and Krycek's
"Where do you think you're going?" Mulder wanted to
Michael looked confused. "I was going to let you be alone.
You don't need me here." He shrugged unhappily. "You
can come back for that interview whenever you want."
"What do you mean, we don't need you?" Alex was understandably
startled by this statement only moments after having Michael come
in his mouth. "You're part of this. Don't you want to find
the others, see if we really are all clones?"
"Not we," Michael replied a little bitterly. "You're
the original model, Krycek. The rest of us, if there are others,
are just copies of you. Unnecessary."
"That's like saying that in every set of twins, one is less
real than the other. Each of you - and I happen to believe that
these others do exist - is as real as Alex is," Mulder stated.
"But that's beside the point. Don't you *want* to come with
us?" He pouted slightly, intentionally. He'd noticed when
they were partners that Alex could be distracted by his mouth
and figured that it might work on Michael too.
Michael had to swallow hard before he could speak. "Sure,
I'd love to follow you two around while you're developing the
great romance. Let me guess, you need a driver?" he sneered,
trying to cover how much he did want to go with them.
Mulder blinked in surprise. "I know you kind of got the short
end of the stick that time, Mike, but I thought you'd give us
a chance to make it up to you. Give us a chance to get to know
"But, . . . but, . . . I thought . . . the two of you...."
he trailed off in confusion.
Mulder sighed, slid one long-fingered hand around the back of
his skull, and pulled him into a kiss that wiped all thoughts
of leaving from his mind. When Mulder finally released him, Michael
stared up at him in bewilderment, blinking.
"You want *me*?"
Alex shook his head. "We both do. But hell, we only met a
couple of hours ago. Can't you let us have a little time to get
to know you? Right now I keep expecting you to react to things
like I do, and I imagine it's even worse for Mulder. Let us get
past the surface."
"And yes, there probably will be times when we'll ignore
you to concentrate on each other. I'm sorry about that, but we
have several years of catching up to do." Seeing the question
in Michael's eyes, Mulder shook his head. "We'll explain
some other time. It's a little too close right now." He didn't
want to take the chance of falling back into their usual pattern
of violence and denial. "So, are you coming with us?"
Michael nodded slowly.
They all rearranged their clothes, smoothed their hair and gathered
up the contents of the safety deposit box. As they left, Alex
glanced back fondly at the cubicle and met the gaze of a young
woman sitting at a desk nearby who was staring after them with
a slightly glazed look in her eyes. She blushed when their eyes
met, and Alex realized that she had heard them. He grinned and
bowed slightly, getting a smile from her as he left.
Back in the car, the three men looked at the files again. "So
which one do we go looking for first?" Michael asked.
Alex held up a picture. "How about this one? He's a cop in
Canada. How hard can he be to find? By the way, remind me never
to grow a mustache."
Staring at the picture of another Krycek-lookalike, this one sporting
a cheesy-looking mustache, Mulder vowed, "You can bet on
it! So, we're all agreed?" When the others nodded, he looked
back at the picture. "Okay, you'd better get the guest room
ready, Victor Mansfield. We're on our way."