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Ratings:NC-17; slash;M/K. If you are under 18, don't read this.
Spoilers: About every Krycek-episode, Small Potatoes, Fight the
several conspiration episodes.
Plot Summary: At the end of the world Mulder has to realize his
Thanks to my beta-readers
I haven't seen season six yet, so if anything I've written is
contradiction with the events of the actual season, I don't care.
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DAY OF THE LOCUST
They knew they had lost.
Time was running out. Weeks, days, hours... they didn't even know
how much -
how little - time was left, until it began. Until the aliens would
the world, and there was no way to stop them. No matter what they
they had always failed. And not even the Bounties would help them
And the invaders didn't want to share the world with the natives.
Sometimes Mulder thought it was a law of nature that the strong
the weak. The Europeans, his own ancestors, had almost wiped out
taken their land, forced them to live only in the waste areas,
whenever they dared to rebel against the injustice. Just the same
happened to the Aboriginies in Australia. Now another force was
colonize, spread out on earth. Now all humans were the natives
who had to
make room for the colonists. Which meant to die.
Mulder gazed over the table at Scully. Why was she telling him
stories about her family, about her brother Bill? About his and
plan for another baby? It would never see the light of day, Scully
as well as he. In the end, even she had to see it.
Was that her way to handle the fear, acting as if everything was
was she trying to take regard to him, trying to take his mind
unavoidable? Since he knew her she had always taken regard on
been the strong one, even when she had been dying.
Mulder watched her talking without listening to her words, viewing
her eyes... she was avoiding to meet his gaze, as if she didn't
want him to
see how she really felt.
Mulder paid the bill for the dinner, the first time she had accepted
invitation to go out. Today she had not answered that she had
to work on a
few files. The world was dying, why wasting their time for overtime?
Of course they would live on as always until it began. They didn't
else to do; and the population did not know yet about the coming
Weeks ago, Mulder would have said that the public in any case
would have to
be informed, but now... he had not yet decided wether to tell
the press. When
he looked at the people in the restaurant, laughing groups of
couples in love, he doubted wether it was really right to tell
them what was
going to happen. They would panic, none of them would be able
to enjoy their
last days anymore.
They took on their coats and left, Mulder driving Scully home.
chatting about nothings during the ride, never allowing silence
to part them.
Or to unite them?
They also stayed in front of Scully's flat for awhile, talking
to each other,
never reaching each other.
"See you tomorrow at work?" Scully finally asked.
"Yes, of course." Mulder replied. //Please, sleep with
"Well, then." Scully said just to say something.
Small and perfect she stood at the door, and Mulder hoped she'd
let him in
for a cup of coffee and more, not daring to ask a person so perfect
anything intimate. But she just wished him goodnight and hugged
him like a
friend. Like the friend she was, his best, his only friend. Better
change settings, 'cause if they were lovers, would they still
Mulder watched her vanishing in the house, wishing to hold her
Damn! Maybe this had been his last chance to show her how much
loved her. Eddie van Blundt had been right - he was a loser, a
loser who had
chosen to be a loser.
Or was it that he really didn't want to change their platonic
even if the world was going to crumble?
A dark figure picked the lock of Mulder's apartment, slipped inside
in the shadows, waiting.
Mulder returned into his apartment, feeling empty. He dropped
the couch, grabbed the remote control and switched on the TV,
zapping through the channels. Beside soap operas there were lots
about war, pollution, crime. With a sardonic smile Mulder thought
exterminate themselves anyway even without the aliens' "help".
at a porno movie, but watching the bodies moving didn't make him
He recognized the sound of someone moving behind him too late.
closed around his right wrist and chained him to the armrest of
"What the hell...!" Mulder cursed.
"Just to make sure you listen to me - and don't beat me."
a voice Mulder
would have been able to pick out of thousands answered. Alex Krycek.
He appeared out of the dark that seemed to be a part of his soul.
he walked around the couch to stand in front of Mulder. The FBI-agent
gloomily at the young man. Fate seemed to be determined not to
let the world
end without him being confronted with that rat bastard again.
"You've been careless, Mulder." Krycek said switching
off the TV.
"Careless?" Mulder repeated flatly.
"Yes, I could creep up to you in your own apartment."
Krycek replied. "And
you claim to be a Special Agent?"
Mulder wished nothing more than to wipe that arrogant smile off
Too bad, that the handcuffs kept him on the couch.
"What do you want, Krycek?" he spat out.
A vulnerality Mulder wasn't used to associate with Krycek fell
on his face
like a shadow, before he turned away and stepped to the window.
With his back
to Mulder he said: " The world is dying, Mulder. You tried
to prevent it,
God knows, I tried, too. We failed. It's just a question of time
come." Krycek fell silent.
"That's no answer to my question." Mulder remarked.
Krycek turned around to face him. In the dim moonlight he could
"I want you." Krycek said quietly.
Mulder felt his stomach cramp.
"And you want me, too." Krycek claimed. When Mulder
snorted in disgust,
Krycek added. "In the evening when I told you about the invasion,
"Don't remind me of that!" Mulder interrupted. //Please,
Krycek's voice was low, merely more than a whisper, when he added:
didn't flinch, you didn't turn away your head. You didn't jump
at me to beat
the crap out of me, and when I gave you my gun, you didn't shoot
me or tried
to arrest me. You just stared at me."
Mulder had wondered about that, too. And of course found an explanation.
After all, he was a psychologist. But he had never been good at
"You surprised me." Mulder said. "I didn't expect
that you , my enemy...
you stunned me out of action."
"Would you have been stunned out of action if Cancerman kissed
Against his will Mulder had to laugh. "I would have puked."
Krycek squatted down in front of the couch, inches away from Mulder's
"Did you puke after I left?"
"I sat there, brooding." Mulder replied. Brooding about
relations that are neither accidental nor somehow in our control.
They were both silent for a moment, then Krycek stated: "I
am not going to
die before I slept with you."
After a heartbeat, Mulder replied: "Then you're going to
Krycek stared at him for a few seconds. With an increasing heartbeat
remembered that it was the same way Krycek had stared at him before
kissed him on the cheek. So it didn't come as a surprise when
forward to kiss him again. Nevertheless he didn't flinch back
lips gently brushed his own. And when Krycek's tongue found ist
way into his
mouth for a careful exploration Mulder was tempted to give in
and just let
it happen. But no! Krycek was his enemy. He had betrayed his trust
again in the last six years, he had helped to abduct Scully -
only true friend, the only person he could rely on -, he'd murdered
father, killed Scully's sister, hurt about everyone he knew. He
wouldn't give in into his dark charms.
Mulder pushed Krycek away, slapping his pretty face hard with
"Didn't you already hurt me enough?" He shouted. Krycek
tumbled back, holding
his bleeding nose. "Do you have to destroy everything? My
father, my partner,
me..." Krycek looked at him in concern.Yes, the young man
was a hell of an
actor, but this time Mulder wouldn't fall for him. How could he
him when he had never even kissed Scully, not even in that hallway
Whatever Krycek wanted he had to take it forcibly or leave without
Mulder wouldn't voluntarily sleep with him."Go on, Krycek!"
between clenched teeth. "Take me, break me, if you have to
add one more crime
to your list! But you won't get me without getting some bruises!"
Shit! When Krycek had come here, he had been determined to sleep
before their time ran out, if neccessary even without Mulder's
hadn't gone through all this shit to die alone in the dirt, without
getting a piece of his hearts desire. And anyway he hardly could
any more than he already had, or could he? Yes, he could. And
that was the
last thing he wanted.
Krycek started to chuckle. His life was a joke. All the time he
everything to survive just to die during the Apocalypse. At the
FBI he didn't
tell Mulder that the Consortium was going to abduct Scully out
of fear of
what Cancerman would do to him if he didn't follow his orders.
He had tried
to convince himself that he had shot Mulder's father because he'd
when he found out about the years of abuse, but the truth was,
he had been
afraid that Cancerman would kill him if he didn't do as he was
fear was not unfounded; that Cigarette Smoking Bastard tried to
kill him a
short time later because he knew too much.
Selling government secrets to survive. Mulder despised him for
Dmitri - if Mulder knew about Dmitri, he would hate him even more.
wanting to kill the boy but in need to make sure he didn't tell
he had seen, he had infected him with the black cancer and sewed
body openings, which was probably worse than killing him. He died
new pact with the Consortium, at least this time not with Cancerman.
One way or the other, whatever he had done to survive, took him
away from the only one he had ever loved, farer away from the
chance to be
happy, at least for once in a lifetime. And now there was no hope
survive the next month.
Krycek glanced one more time at Mulder, taking in every detail
of the man he
loved, before he fished the handcuff-keys out of his pocket. He
disturb Mulder anymore.
Mulder speechlessly watched Krycek as he broke out into laughter.
almost silent chuckle, growing louder and louder, then a barking
and all of it without the slightest trace of humor. He seemed
completely out of his mind. Eventually Krycek fell silent, staring
at Mulder. Mulder looked defiantly back into huge dark eyes, framed
thick lashes. You could lose yourself in those eyes.
Mulder was slightly disappointed when Krycek broke the eye-contact,
something out of his pockets and threw it to Mulder. Keys. For
"Twas nice to see you one more time." Krycek said flatly.
"Bye then. Have a
With those words he turned to the door. Mulder watched his graceful
Lean, yet muscular, just like a cat. It was probably the last
time he had
He would never again look into his eyes, never again press his
a wall... no, he couldn't let him go like that!
Mulder tried to stand up, but realized that he was still chained
to the couch.
Cursing out loudly, he hastily opened the lock and jumped up,
Krycek. He reached the younger man when he was already in the
the flat, about to open the door and vanish in the dark of night.
Mulder grasped Krycek's slim waist and pulled him back, back to
gasped as Mulder pressed his whole body against Krycek's, his
Krycek's back, his arms folded around Krycek's middle, his groin
against Krycek's butts.
"You won't go anywhere!" Mulder said, nuzzling his neck,
enjoying the scent
that was unmistakeably Krycek's. And his body was warm and firm
and this was the last chance they had...
Krycek was more than surprised at Mulder's sudden change of mind
certainly wouldn't complain. So he held still and let Mulder take
Krycek moaned in sheer pleasure as Mulder's hands moved greedily
ribcage, then the FBI-agent flipped him around and pushed him
wall, pressing his body against Krycek, kissing him with all the
desperation he had bottled up in the last few years. Krycek virtually
into the kiss. He couldn't believe this happened, but if he was
it was the best delusion he could imagine. Mulder broke the kiss
Alex's face into his hands and frantically started to kiss, nibble
inch for inch of Krycek's face. He slightly bit into the top of
moved his lips along his cheeks, nipped his jaw, kissed his eyelids,
inch of his forehead, tongued his ears... Krycek moaned helplessly,
knees felt like butter and his groin was a blazing inferno sending
through his whole body.
Mulder had always loved Krycek's face. And his long legs, and
his ass, and
his slim waist, and ... anything. Mulder moved back, just for
look at Krycek's face. He was panting, just as he himself. So
Krycek winced as Mulder grabbed his leather jacket and shoved
it down his
shoulders, and soon he also saw the reason why. The prothesis.
God, what had
they done to him?
Mulder must have looked disturbed, because Krycek huskily said:
"If this is
a problem for you, I go and you can forget what we almost did."
//No, don't leave me!//
"I don't care about the arm." Mulder answered. Hastily
he corrected: "No, I
do care. But it doesn't matter; I want you the same."
Krycek nodded his head in understanding and they went on. Krycek's
ended up on the floor, followed by his prothesis, joined by Mulder's
Mulder's hands explored with enthusiasm Krycek's muscular chest
kissed his long throat. Slowly, almost shyly Krycek's hand moved
Mulder's back, down his spine, to his still dressed ass, squeezing
slightly. Mulder gasped, rubbing their groins together.
"Krycek" he said, lying his cheek onto Krycek's "Do
you have some lube with
"Of course," Krycek purred. "In the back-pocket
of of my jeans."
Glad to hear that, Mulder flipped him around and fished the tube
out of his
pocket. Grasping around his hip he opened Krycek's jeans and tore
until they were hanging at his knees. After making Alex moan by
the perfect half-rounds he put a blob of lube onto his fingers
and put them
in to prepare him hastily, yearning to free his aching cock and
Krycek's divine ass onto it.
Krycek was shivering with anticipation. Mulder's fingers definitively
enough, he wanted more. Greedily, impatiently he moved his hips
intruding fingers until they vanished and Mulder's erect cock
Alex's ass, then, slowly, entered him.
Krycek moaned; he felt so filled, so complete, so... . Then Mulder
move. Relatively slowly at first, but soon he speeded up, desperately
for him for a long long time, never before admitting his feelings
Mulder moaned, Krycek cried, his hand grasped the wardrobe for
hold while he
unawarely moved his hips in unison with Mulder. They couldn't
keep the speed
for long and soon Mulder came with a loud scream.
Sweating Mulder tumbled back and leaned against the opposite wall.
still clenched his fist around the wardrobe for hold, glittering
Panting, Krycek turned around and glanced at Mulder. His lover
against the wall, his trousers open, the upper part of his slender
uncovered, his eyes clouded with lust. God, he was so beautiful.
Krycek wanted to step to Mulder to touch him, to feel him, but
forgotten that his jeans were still hanging at his knees. He tumbled
fell, half caught by Mulder, half pulling him down, landing hard
"I told you you won't get me without some bruises."
Mulder teased playfully.
Krycek spared an answer and climbed onto Mulder. Straddling his
bent down and kissed his long throat, something he had wanted
to do since....
seemingly since the beginning of the world.
Krycek worked his way down over Mulder's chest, cheered by the
of his skin, reaching his nipples and sucked one of them in, pleased
Mulder's tiny moans. He crawled further down, tongueing Mulder's
flat abdomen and reached his groin, burying his face in Mulder's
licking along the shaft. Mulder was already erect again, and so
was he. He
had been stone-hard since Mulder had enfolded his waist and pulled
into the apartment. Krycek crawled back upwards and kissed Mulder
before he whispered: "I want you, Mulder! May I..."
Mulder's eyes were dazed as he answered: "Whatever you want,
Krycek reached for the tube of lube lying somewhere on the floor,
Mulder had let it drop. He shoved Mulder's pants completely down,
until he wantonly spread his legs, and applied two or three blobs
he didn't count them. As his lover started to whimper in impatience,
eventually entered the hot, tight, slick channel.
Krycek felt somehow sheltered by the warmth surrounding him and
at the same
time moved by the trust Mulder set in him to open himself up for
way. Then he started to thrust in and out in a passionate, deep
grasping Mulder's cock and stroking it in the same rhythm.
Mulder pulled his lover down for a deep kiss and decided to keep
while their hips were moving in unison faster and faster. Krycek
with one last primitive thrust. The feeling of his sperms disperging
him brought Mulder over the edge and he too ejaculated into Krycek's
For a few minutes they both lay pantingly on the floor in the
between shoes and heaps of paper. The haze of lust that had clouded
thoughts for the last few minutes of exploding passion cleared,
remembered all the reasons why he should hate the man beside him;
somehow they didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was that
finally together now. And that they didn't know how much time
they had left.
He gazed at Krycek, saying: "I think my bedroom will be more
Krycek gave a short laughter: "You do have a bedroom?"
"Yes, I just don't sleep in it." With a smirk Mulder
added: "But sleeping is
not what I have in mind."
Krycek smiled, shaking his head: "Do you never get enough?"
"Not where you are concerned." Mulder answered, seeing
with pleasure the
unbelieving, but happy look on Krycek's face.
What followed was not the same wild, desperate detonation of bottled
emotion that had overwhelmed them in the corridor, but a gentle,
exploration of their bodies; stroking, caressing, learning, memorizing,
knowing but sensing that this was their last night.
Somewhen, entwined with Alex, slowly moving his hand down his
kissing softly his left shoulder, sad about the loss of his arm,
started to cry. To cry that the world did have to end when they
found each other, crying for the hard times Alex had gone through,
for all he had endured, weeping for Scully, his one and only friend,
Skinner, for his mother, for never finding out what happened to
crying for the dead, for his father, Mellissa, Pendrell, Deep
weeping for the end of this cruel world. Why had they gone through
pain when there was nothing they could do to safe the earth?
Krycek held his weeping lover in his arm, wishing he'd still have
arm to close them both around Mulder. He said nothing, because
know what to say, how to comfort Mulder. His shoulder was wetted
tears, a lump of uncried tears in his own throat, yearning to
break free. But
he had forgotten how to cry long ago.
Not even back in the silo had he cried; he had shouted, screamed,
desperation, but he really hadn't been able to cry, to let it
all out. He
just kept any feeling hidden deep inside, except the ones that
played. Maybe he didn't want to admit that he could be hurt, not
himself. So he had built up a protective wall around himself,
that people could only hurt his body, but never his soul. He was
could be hurt. Mulder had shaken his protective wall long ago;
but never torn
"Oh shit, Alex!" Mulder sobbed wih teardrowned voice.
"Why couldn't ... why
couldn't I realize earlier how much I love you?"
His protective wall shattered and crumbled.
He loved Mulder and Mulder... Mulder loved him, too, God only
Hours, days, at best one more month... when they were lucky.
He tried to tell himself that it didn't matter that they had no
more time to
extend their relationship, that all that mattered was that they
now, that lots of people never found their love, but it didn't
thruth was, he wanted to stay with Mulder, to watch him grow old.
Krycek felt a burning in his eyes and the lump in his throat grew.It
when tears poured out of the corners of his eyes, flew down his
and wet. He tasted one of them on his tongue, surprised that they
Then it was Mulder who held Krycek while he cried, shaken by heavy
that felt surprisingly like laughter, all his pain washed out
by his tears.
Soothing Krycek's grief, Mulder felt better, too. He had never
and Alex would ever find solace in each other, that they would
hurting each other. At least, they found it out before they died.
"Better now?" Mulder asked when Krycek hesitatingly
solved himself out of
"Yes" Krycek answered somewhat surprised. "I...feel
Mulder smiled knowingly. For a brief moment he wondered if, when
enough time, he could change Alex, lead him back to the right
path. But he
didn't really want him any different.
Mulder pulled the blanket over them both and they fell asleep,
curled up in
The alien shapeshifter formed a tentakel to push something similar
button on something similar to an instrument panel. Then it transcended
something similar to a chair and watched something similar to
Everything was prepared, the seed was planted. In fifteen time
black beasts would be activated, and in hundred more time units
have erased the human species. All they would have to do then
was to put
away the rubbish.
Some of them, the humans called them bounties, had wanted only
the humans, but that had been a stupid idea. The humans were no
black beasts they'd found on planet 473, yes, they were useful
as a kind of
pest controller who freed the new planets they were about to colonize
all disturbing creatures, like the humans now. Easily to transport,
their larva state they were just black oil, easily to plant and
effective in erasing carbon based species like humans. Since they
the black beast would also be easily to wipe out as soon as they
Earth had been easy to conquer. Some old humans had even been
to help them to plant the seed. But what could be expected from
a species as
primitive as the humans?
The alien shifted its mass and waited.