Disclaimer: Even though they never will be mine, I abduct them
I'll put them back soon, I promise, and nobody pays me for this.
Preamble....It was Orithain's birthday, and she gets all moody
don't feed her. This is for her in celebration of the birthday.
the unending source of commas, babe!
Rated:NC17 because there's male-male sex in here. Stay away
if it will
offend. I have warned you.
Plot: Yep, this time there is a plot, and You will be mad
at me if I spoil
it, so I won't.
Spoilers: Terma, Sleepless, SR319 0r whatever the darned number
Fathers, One Son...hell, probably all of them!
Thank you to Frankie-goddess for always making the right suggestions,
for the detail work, and Rowanne for beta above and beyond
the call of
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by Dr. Ruthless **********************************************************
The lightning flashed in the plate glass and the reflection tore
a hole in
the back of his eyes, ruining his night vision and allowing the
after images to riot across his visual field. He was so tired
it would have
been easy to relax into the fireworks display and just allow the
of nerve endings to seduce him into sleep.
He could not afford it. He was on the short strokes as it were.
So close, he
was so close to the payoff it was a living breathing entity. Drawing
breath, he opened his eyes wider and waited for his night vision
He moved from his car to a vantage point up on the hillside and
vision returned, he could begin to make out the shapes of the
were milling about down there, scrambling and scuttling in the
were so depressing. He would not allow them to take his planet.
He would do
what it took.
Sounds in the distance, and a car drew close. He saw the riot
headlamps burst over the horizon, and then the car drew closer
Another, and they were coming now, more and more cars coming to
line up in
the muddy field.
He shook his head, applied his eyes to the field glasses and began
off the familiar faces as they emerged from their chrysalis vehicles.
suddenly began to bloom, and the brightness coruscated around
the glass and
steel structure. He saw the men and women as they moved towards
and mentally checked each of them off as they advanced. They were
No, wait, they were not all there. Not all there at all.
Where was the cigarette smoking bastard? Alex could not see him
Then, finally a last car came straggling up, and as he turned
to look, he
heard screams. Screaming and smoke,
With the scent of cooking pork. He vomited on the grass as he
last car turned around and took off, and he watched it out of
climbing, shivering, back into his vehicle. He knew what he had
to do now.
He was the only one left.
Allowing the car to roll silently down the hillside, he started
as it reached the bottom and took off as fast as he could. Once
horizon. he clicked on the lights and put his foot down. There
was no time.
No time left now.
Arriving at the facility, he used his hard won security clearance
through the checkpoints. Nobody there would know he had not been
Nobody would ever be there again. It dawned on him that he and
were the only two left, and if he could just get what he had come
would be in charge. He was not averse to being in charge.
He dressed in the quarantine suit as quickly as he could and scurried
through the corridors, feeling like the rat he had been called.
cold room, he moved quickly to open the container and take out
samples that would mean salvation for the world, redemption for
life out of the shadows.
It was empty. The cupboard was bare. There was nothing there and
screamed. He had been so close, so very fucking close.
Stripping off the protective clothing, he turned and left the
His belly was flip-flopping as he went. Where to go? What to do
now? How to
regain the upper hand? The answer oozed unbidden into his mind,
black oil, and just as welcome.
His ace in the hole. His secret hybrid. He didn't want to go back
He had resisted seeing him. Mulder had never forgiven him for
what he had
seen as betrayal, way back when he was a junior agent. Mulder
had spent the
last few years pounding on him whenever he had the chance, and
not see a day coming when they would ever reconcile. He had avoided
successfully at the hospital, when Mulder had seen him and chased
he was going to have to go back to him, and then who knew what
He felt sick. The dreadful smell of burning was still in his nostrils
the even more awful prospect of returning to Mulder hung over
him. What else
could possibly happen to him today? He rounded the corner and
then he knew.
Spender. He could see Spender with a scarecrow in tow. A scarecrow
incredulously, as Marita. Dyed-in-the-wool double-crossing perfidious
and just look at her now. He stared at her, bemused. Knowledge
that he had
no need to seek revenge on her now hit him in his belly with a
clunk. He gasped slightly, and Spender, poor, dear, woolly-lamb
talking to him. He didn't process the words, but knew they were
help. What a great day for the Krycek family. Amazing. He shook
"It's all going to hell." He seemed to be saying that
a lot lately, but it
was true, and they should know. He allowed himself a further brief
examination of Marita's discomfort, before turning like Moses
to lead his
pathetic followers to the Promised Land. Amazing how they followed
Amazing how Spender trusted him even now. Totally amazing that
place herself in his hands. He shook his head at the sheer stupidity
two of them.
Then, he led them to safety.
Dropping them off at Spender's place, Alex allowed himself another
Marita was still wearing her green hospital robe. He wondered
was going to deal with her. He did not care, although on another
would have been rewarding to watch. He snickered briefly, and
turned to face
his immediate problem.
God, Mulder! He had spent so much time screwing with Mulder's
thought that he needed to go to him now, cap in hand as a supplicant,
the least appetizing thing he had been faced with in a very long
knew that if he got out of this with merely bodily bruises he
would be doing
very well indeed. He knew that his treatment of Mulder in the
past would not
earn him any favors.
No use to put it off 'til later. Best face it now while he was
heartsick to feel any pain. Starting his car again, he drove off.
The gloom of the dark streets suited his mood. God, he was so
wanted to pull over and get a couple of minute's sleep, but there
no time. He had to catch Mulder before he woke. The only way he
able to control the encounter would be if he found the other man
took charge of the conversation.
He arrived at Mulder's apartment block and parked in what he had
to think of as his parking space. The old woman that lived on
floor had no car and Alex was used now to slipping into the space
been allocated. He let his mind drift back in time to a short
period when he
had been Mulder's lover, before the betrayal he had been unable
to avoid. He
remembered Mulder going down on him in the swimming pool changing
even now, that memory was right, was necessary to him. He felt
the cuts from
his memory. Lashing pain that made him wince as he readied himself
Fox Mulder again, knowing that he had once been his lover, and
Black in the shadows, he ghosted up to the door, and used a pick
to open the
way forward. He spurned the elevator, not wanting to risk waking
might remember him later. Silently he climbed the concrete stairs
fourth floor, moving noiselessly as an owl through the building.
Keds on his
feet, black jeans and T-shirt worn under an old black jacket,
he was merely
another pool of shadow as he worked his way up to open the door
He moved quickly, surely, making his way to the door of number
42 and using
his lock-pick again to open it. Sliding inside, he carefully closed
behind him, listening for the double snick of the lock as it latched.
he turned to the couch. He was so used to seeing Mulder asleep
on his couch
that it jarred him to see that it was empty. He stood baffled
for a minute.
What to do? He wasn't home. Mulder was never not home. He didn't
life. He had no significant other he might be visiting.
An idea came to him and he padded on his panther feet to check
out the other
rooms. He knew that there must be a bedroom in this place although
never seen it. Ordinarily Mulder slept on the couch. What the
happened? He realized that his memories of Mulder's habits came
years ago and that so many changes had taken place since then
of them were the people they had been.
The first room he checked out was the kitchen. Surprisingly clean
it was obvious that Mulder spent very little of his time in the
Alex closed the door and moved on to the next. The door was almost
but not quite, and as he approached it, he knew he had hit paydirt.
hear the deep breathing that signaled a sleeping Mulder.
As he stole into the bedroom, he could see the outline of the
man, and a
thrill ran through him as he paused to plan out his attack. He
knew that if
it were not executed perfectly it would not work. He knew too
that he would
not get a second chance at this. He drew his gun.
The man he was stalking lay sleeping on his back, arms flung wide
lolling backwards. He was bare-chested, and the whiteness of his
gleamed in the faint light from outside the open curtains. Long
tangled with the sheets, and Alex could see the rise and fall
of his breast
as he dreamed.
He grinned wryly to himself, recalling the last time they had
each other in this apartment. He had been in charge that time
his message of alien rebellion with a healthy dose of mindfuckery.
had beaten Mulder, not severely, just sufficiently to demonstrate
how if he
wanted to, he could. He had held Mulder captive at the point of
his own gun,
and then, to demonstrate his sheer devilry, he had planted a kiss
Mulder's cheek. Then he had handed him back his gun, turned his
sauntered away. As he went, apparently relaxed, his muscles clenched
case, just in case Mulder got it together enough to pull that
blast him to kingdom come.
He hadn't. He had sat, stunned to silence, watching after him
as he went.
Alex had not seen him again, other than at the hospital when Mulder
chased him through the hospital and out the door into the parking
Now, it was time to bite the bullet...a rather unfortunate phrase,
said it himself. He moved over the carpet towards the man on the
thought crossed his mind and it made him smile. Stooping, his
his gun, he placed his lips over Mulder's, and delicately applied
pressure and suction that would turn the gesture into a lover's
slid his tongue out to pass between the sleeper's lips, and tasted
sleep-drugged mouth as his memory leaped out to choke him.
The man on the bed responded for the flash of a moment. Alex felt
reciprocation, warmth of lips moving under his as the tongue probed
outwards, seeking his own, just for a second, and then it was
"What the fuck?" The sleeper started up, and Alex, creature
of the night,
moved backwards to remain out of arms reach of the very man he
in the world would hold him. By the time Mulder had woken enough
his scattered wits about him, Alex Krycek was standing at the
foot of his
bed, gun waving negligently at him, angelic smile wreathing his
It took Mulder a few seconds to process the changes in his room,
he had pulled himself to sitting, peering through the gloom at
the man who
appeared to have designated himself his nemesis.
"What now, Krycek? Can't it wait 'til morning? I was sleeping."
His tone was
flat, emotionless, and Alex would have believed him to be relaxed
little bit fuddled if he had not seen the tension in the other
and the slight tremor that telegraphed his intention of movement.
leveled his gun.
"Come on Mulder, put your hands on the back of your head,
you know the
drill." He motioned with his gun, and Mulder, glaring, obliged
him. Alex saw
him relax, and knew that the threat of confrontation had been
overcome for a
few more minutes. "You are sleeping through one of the most
of your life. I'd have thought that you would be out there tonight,
the battle for your planet. Instead, here I find you in swinish
coin a phrase. You really can't afford to be sleeping." Krycek
himself carefully on the end of the waterbed, and gestured with
"Things have changed a lot since I was last in here."
"Krycek, what exactly is it that you want? What are you doing
suppose there's no point in asking how you got in?" Mulder
aggrieved, and Krycek laughed.
"As I was going up the stair, I met a man who wasn't there,
he wasn't there
again today, I think he's from the CIA. Come on Mulder. You're
time, and we need to get you out of here to a safe place before
that are left come looking for you. You might not be too happy
to see me,
but tomorrow you'll be very dead if the rebels get to you first.
For once in
your life, do as someone suggests and get your ass in gear."
He pulled open
a drawer and began flinging underwear at Mulder. "Get dressed,
little or no time left."
Mulder continued to stare at Krycek in bewilderment, but after
a second or
two he climbed out of bed and began to pull on his underwear.
He kept a wary
eye on Alex as he found blue jeans and a sweater, pulling them
"Why should I trust you after everything you've done to me?"
was conversational, but the eyes that Mulder turned on Krycek
windows through which Krycek could see a sea of regrets.
"Because I've got the gun?" Alex gestured once again.
"Come on, we have to
go now. Now!" He turned and made for the door, hoping and
Mulder would follow. "Hate me and distrust me all you want,
but your life is
in danger tonight, Mulder, and if you don't come with me now,
will be a crispy critter by morning, and the Earth will be colonized
the year is out. Think about it. Is a fist fight with me worth
race?" His voice was quiet, but something in it rang true,
in his tracks and making him catch the urgency. Together they
apartment. Mulder made for the elevator, and the two of them heard
its ascent to the fourth floor before Mulder had the chance to
button that would summon it.
Alex grabbed Mulder by the arm and virtually dragged him to the
Hustling him into the quiet beyond the fire door, Alex gestured
from the other man as they stood in the poorly lit area. They
elevator doors open and then there was a pause before rattling
that something was happening outside.
"They've come for you, Mulder. I have to get you out of here.
Come on, but
quietly." Alex began descending the stairs, quietly moving
from shadow to
shadow. After a second or two, Mulder shrugged to himself and
Arriving on the ground floor, Alex cautiously cracked open the
fire door. He
could clearly see the shapes of men, or reasonable facsimiles
loitering around the lobby of the building. Allowing the door
to close as
quietly as he had opened it, he turned to Mulder.
"What's in the basement?" Mulder thought for a minute.
"Laundry facilities, the janitor's cupboard, there's a door
out to the
garbage disposal facility " Alex said nothing, he merely
grabbed his arm
once again and hustled him downstairs. "But it's kept locked
Mulder finished as they arrived at the door in question.
Alex gave him a sideways glance that raised blisters where it
stuffed his gun into the waistband of his jeans so that he could
pull a tool
out of his pocket.
"Watch carefully, FBI man, this is the first lesson in "Treachery
There will be a test." He inserted the lock pick into the
door and juggled
it for what felt like forever, finally grunting in satisfaction
as the door
Once again, Krycek grabbed the arm, and together they moved though
Krycek turned and bolted it behind him before clicking on his
Together they crept towards the back of the basement.
The two men paused at the door out of the basement, listening
disturbance outside the door. They knew that they had to escape
they would lose the element of surprise. Krycek was aware of the
awaited Mulder if he were taken. He knew also that his own fate
be similar. He knew too much. Hell, he knew everything. He might
even be the
only one left alive who did.
//No! The Smoker was still around. Don't lose sight of that.//
There seemed to be no sound, although the door was very heavy
and it would
be inclined to muffle sounds.
"What do you think? Shall we risk it?" Mulder's voice
was quiet, and he
showed no signs of sleepiness now.
"We have to. If we don't get out of here, we'll be roasted
like bugs in a
trap. Let's just take it nice and slow and easy, and go for it."
voice was low and husky. Mulder found that he had to strain to
hear it, and
ended up so close to the other man's lips that he could feel their
on his ear. He shivered unaccountably.
Krycek drew back the bolts and attacked the door lock with his
tool, grinning over his shoulder at Mulder as he did so. "I
getting this. You never know when you're going to be called upon
out of a basement...or into an apartment."
The lock snicked quietly once, and then gradually the door slid
Krycek peered carefully into the gloom of the garbage area. The
quite powerful, and Krycek held his nose briefly as the two of
forward into the shadow of the dumpsters.
Careful listening gave them no clue. They could hear nothing breaking
silence of the night, but fear roiled in Krycek's stomach. He
had a fear
that the rebels were concealed just beyond the doorway, and yet
revealed no cover, anywhere that they could conceal themselves
as they left
the vicinity of the apartment block. He gestured, and as Mulder
he approximated his lips to Mulder's ear once again.
"There's no cover. We're just going to have to run for it
and hope for the
best. When I say the word, get going and I'll cover you. Go for
buildings over there, and for God's sake wait for me. I'm probably
person in the whole goddamn world who can save your sorry ass
now." He spoke very quietly, but the sincerity in his voice
unmistakable. Mulder could feel his skin start to creep as the
that he was now a hunted man seized hold of him.
Krycek's body was taut and alert. Every sense seemed heightened
as he drew
his gun. Silently he gestured, a quick sideways flick of the head,
Mulder was gone, running as fast as he could over the moonlit
Krycek watched him reach the shadows, and breathed a sigh of relief
froze as he saw a hunter/seeker round the angle of the building.
creature hadn't seen Mulder, that was obvious, but his presence
the success of their mission. He could not join Mulder without
its attention, and if he lost Mulder...no, he couldn't lose Mulder.
to go there.
He tucked his gun away again and reached into his pocket to pull
cylindrical metal object. Pressing a switch on the side caused
a long wicked
looking needle to spring out of the end.
He pulled back into the darkness behind the further dumpster and
was rewarded a couple of minutes later by the bulky figure of
lumbering past him towards the door into the basement. Noiselessly,
slid from his hiding place to position himself behind the unsuspecting
alien. Raising his needle-like device, he stabbed viciously into
the back of
the alien's neck, and it fell without any further commotion.
As the green, poisonous vapor began to ooze from the body at his
turned quickly and, pulling his gun once more, he took off across
pavement, running as fast as he could.
As he reached the welcoming shadows of the building where he had
vanish, he pressed himself up against the wall and tried to see
had gone. There was no sign of him, and Alex bit back a bitter
near, he was so near to achieving his purpose. It would be just
to screw things up for him at the last minute. Fuck!
He snaked around the building and out of sight of the apartment
movements were subtle in the darkness, and his senses were tuned
towards the place from where he expected the aliens to appear.
He was not,
when it came, prepared for the hand which seized his ankle as
he crept along
the wall, and he virtually jumped out of his skin, banging his
head on the
wall as he spooked. His curse at this point was far more explicit
last, and extremely fluent. Mulder's voice came to him from the
which he had climbed.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? How unsavory."
down and scrambled into the small, low wooden hatchway from which
ambushed him. A quick survey told him that it was as good a hiding
they would find, and he quickly climbed down into the small, dark,
space next to Mulder.
Closing the wooden hatchway behind him, he pulled out his flashlight
quickly illuminated the room in which they were hidden. It was
and the ceiling was so low that neither he nor Mulder could stand
Mulder was now sitting on the floor hugging his knees. Krycek
could see the
tension in his ex-partner and dropped down to sit by his side,
flinch as he did so.
"Okay, Krycek." The whisper was faint, but fierce. Alex
light and leaned his head back against the rough bricks of the
least it was dry down here. They were going to have to stay there
little while before they could get out of the area. God, he was
closed his eyes and allowed the dizziness of sheer exhaustion
to take him.
Mulder was not going to let him get away with that, however, and
in a moment
of sheer irritation he realized that his companion was shaking
him, none too
gently. "Come on Krycek, so far I've done what you asked,
but I'm not going
to do anything else until you tell me what's going on."
Wearily, Alex turned to Mulder. "I told you. The invasion
Tonight I watched a whole bunch of people being fried to a crisp,
them was Cassandra Spender. She was the result of many years of
experimentation. She was an alien/human hybrid, and she was supposed
the means of developing the vaccine that would save the human
takeover and eventual slavery. Most of the consortium has gone
grave tonight, and I think I may be the only one in the world
left alive who
knows the truth. She was not the only hybrid. Another exists,
existed in anonymity for many years, waiting for the day when
could be synthesized from his tissues." Alex's voice tailed
off into gentle
breathing, and he felt himself drifting off into sleep again.
him by the shoulder and shook him again, savagely.
"Come on you rat bastard. What are you implying?" The
beginnings of panic
were evident in Mulder's voice, but Alex had no time for kindness
If the fucker wouldn't let him rest, he saw no obligation to break
it to him
gently. He gave a sigh.
"I'm not implying anything, I'm merely stating facts. Mulder,
was involved in this for years, along with that lousy cigarette
shit. As was my father. This is not hypothetical. This is the
real deal I'm
giving you here. You and your sister were carefully bred hybrids.
kept in strict secrecy. Only four people knew of your existence.
One of them
told the aliens that a child existed and they took the child they
about. That was Samantha. You were saved. You were kept secret.
Now, as far
as I know, you are the only thing that stands between the survival
humankind and total servitude. You'll forgive me if I'm being
brutal, but it's been a long day, and if I don't get just a little
gonna start making mistakes." Alex's rusty voice was still
low, but the
intensity of his feelings was unmistakable. As Mulder listened
to the man
beside him, he began to ask himself questions, and Alex could
feel from the
tension in him that he did not like the answers he was getting.
Alex could not care less at this point. Closing his eyes again,
almost instantly into sleep, and his head lolled down onto Mulder's
as he went out like a light. Mulder remained still. He had been
given a lot
of information to digest. He didn't know how he felt about this
man who had
been his partner, and for a short time his lover, but he could
not deny that
tonight, the rat bastard had saved his life. Shrugging metaphorically,
closed his own eyes once more, and his head drooped to lie against
He dozed off.
A crash from outside brought the two men awake instantly. Krycek
had no idea
what time it was or how long he had been asleep, but he was aware
eyes, and a mouth that tasted like the bottom of a birdcage. He
pee really badly. Another crash from somewhere distant made him
discomfort as he tried to see through the cracks in the planking
shutter without opening it.
Weak, watery daylight had dawned, and the wind had risen. After
nervously for several moments, Alex was rewarded by the sight
unlatched window in the building opposite. It was loose in the
wind, and was
banging against its frame. He relaxed, letting out the breath
he had no idea
he had been holding, and went to slide down alongside Mulder once
pressing up to the side of him as the chill of the early morning
through his bones.
He had checked his watch and found that the time was 7am. He sneaked
at Mulder. The man seemed pensive. Alex turned to face him.
"We're going to have to get out of here sometime soon. I
don't know about
you, but I need to find a bathroom and a coffee. A wash would
be nice too."
A faint nod from Mulder signified assent. Dragging himself up
to his feet,
Alex cautiously opened the hatch, expecting at any minute for
flame to burst
in on him. All was quiet, and he emerged cautiously, followed
by Mulder who
was uncharacteristically subdued.
Together they stole their way around the building, and arranged
site on the road. Alex turned and retraced his steps back to the
that held his car. He could see no one, but he was aware of the
that he would be noticed and killed, or worse, followed back to
was awaiting him. He tried to walk nonchalantly and approached
checking surreptitiously as he did so.
Reaching his car, he did a speedy evaluation of the area and then
door. He had no reason to suppose that the rebels were aware of
in the vicinity, or that he even knew Mulder existed. He had lived
however by taking no chances. It now paid off for him. Slamming
decisively, he moved away, pulling out his all purpose lock pick
into a likely looking Ford that he could see parked a little way
away. As he
went toward the other car, there was a dull rumble, and his own
exploded, raining debris onto the surrounding area and laying
open a gash in
his cheek as he was struck by a piece of flying metal.
//Fuck! There went his no-claims discount.//
Speed had suddenly become incredibly important. He swiftly got
the door of
the Ford open, and after a few minutes fumbling, he heard the
into life. He pulled away from the parking stall quickly, turning
vehicle towards the place where Mulder would be lurking. Gunning
he took off like a rocket. As he approached the small group of
had selected, he slowed to a crawl and popped the central locking
Mulder appeared at a run and made a dash for the car, yanking
the door open
as he made a dive for the passenger seat.
Without further ado Alex floored the pedal, and the car leaped
"Now what?" Mulder was leaning back against the
door, watching his
ex-partner as he negotiated the early morning streets of Washington.
"We're going to find a safe place for 24 hours or
so. Then, first thing
on Monday, we're going to get you into the Hoover building
everything we've got between us to Skinner. The time
for secrecy is past
and gone. We have to get as much of your tissue as we possibly
can out to
inoculate as many people as we can. I'd suggest that
we start now, but
first off they'd be watching for us. Second, we both
need to catch up on
sleep or we are going to make mistakes. Then, we'll
be toast." Alex
Damn his unfortunate turn of phrase. Mulder had no
clue just how much
like toast they were gong to be.
He turned into the parking lot of a small restaurant that
Breakfasts" advertised in the window. Wordlessly, they
emerged from the car
and filed into the dining room. Taking a seat, Alex ordered
food for the two of them and then excused himself to head for
Mulder followed him.
The coffee, when it finally came, was hot and black.
Alex did not try to
drink it at first, he merely held it to his face, allowing
the steam to
sink into his tired skin, and inhaled the fragrance. He
had only gotten an
hour and a half's sleep and he was still feeling extremely
Mulder returned from the bathroom, Alex could see that
he was not in much
Mulder sat down opposite and wrinkled his nose at the cholesterol-laden
plate that had been set down in front of his companion.
As Mulder began
eating the fruit and yogurt he had ordered, Alex finally allowed
drink the coffee his hands had been cradling. He
sighed in sheer
enjoyment as he felt the bite of the hot liquid on his
"We're going to have to leave the car here."
He spoke around a mouthful
of eggs, and Mulder, who was just beginning an assault
on his fruit and
yogurt, raised his eyebrow in a query. "Yeah...didn't
have time to tell
you. I stole this one. That bang you heard was my
car going boom.
There's no point in leading them to us if we can avoid it, so
take a bus. There's a stop about a block and a half from
here. Once we
get where we're going, I've got another car we can use."
Mulder said nothing, and continued to munch his way methodically
his breakfast. Alex paused in his attack on the plate in
front of him to
watch the man eating. He had loved Mulder so much once.
Since then he had
been beaten and mutilated because of him, and he had thought
he was over
him. The emotion roiling in his belly was suggesting to
him that he was
not only still in love with him, but that the feelings he had
for him were
stronger now than they ever had been. As he watched Mulder
food in front of him, Alex felt as if his entire -section had
fallen away. His breathing quickened and something, maybe
strength of the emotions emanating from him, made Mulder look
up and meet
"What, Krycek? You look as if you've had a revelation."
himself. Better by far not to go there. He bent his
head again and began
Breakfast done, Alex tossed money onto the table
and the two of them
emerged into the blustery morning. There was a gloomy, leaden
over them, and Mulder shivered once. The two of them
made their way over
to the bus stop in silence.
As the bus drew up, Alex tossed coins into the fare collection
passed inside the bus. Mulder followed, and his face appeared
to be as
stormy as the morning outside.
"Fuck this, Krycek. I'm not a girl, and I'm
not on a date. You can tell
me where we're going right now, or I can get off this bus
and go somewhere
on my own. Give!" Alex eyed him nervously.
"Trust me, Mulder. We're going to a safe house
that I set up a long time
ago. I'm not about to sell you into slavery or turn
you over to the
aliens for experimentation. All I'm doing is taking
us somewhere where we
can catch a little sleep and hide out for a few hours.
You are safer with
me at this moment than you would be with anyone else in
the world." Alex
turned the full beam of his remarkable eyes onto Mulder.
him sardonically for a few more seconds, and then gave
a grunt and
appeared to relax.
"You know, the one thing about repeating your mistakes
over and over again
is that at least you know exactly when to cringe."
Mulder spoke on his
usual flat voice, but when Alex's eyes flew to his face, he detected
small smile, rapidly fading. "You betrayed me and mine
so badly, I wanted
to kill you, you know that?"
"I know. I've had to live with it for a long
time now. You paid me out
though, don't you think? There in Tunguska?"
Alex was speaking quietly,
picking his words with care. "It may not look like
it, but all I've done
has been to protect you. One day I'll be able to prove it
to you. I was
placed with you right at the beginning to make sure you came through
safely, and that, so far, is what I've done. You didn't
make it easy for
me. Seducing me was the worst thing you could have done.
It clouded my
feelings. It made me vulnerable and I made mistakes.
Damn you, it made me
love you. I never understood why you did it.
Did you feel something for
me or was it just because I was there?" There
was hurt in his voice now
and he knew it. The raw pain he thought had gone was back
that he still felt this after the years that intervened.
"Krycek, Alex, what do you want me to say? I
forgive you? I can't do
that. I still recall you, all eyes and a bad haircut, following
in your polyester suit. I can see you now, leaning against
the door of the
changing room just begging me to fuck you, and practically
with your need. You were so needy. How could
I resist you? I can
remember clearly how you put me to bed that day after Scully
It was wonderful and I thought you loved me. I really
thought you loved
me. I didn't know you'd already betrayed me.
I would have done anything
for you then. When I found out that your innocent
act was just that, an
act, I wanted to kill you." Mulder was looking
at something far away, his
grey eyes unfocused as he stared into the beyond.
Alex took a deep
"I did what I had to. I didn't need to
fall in love with you. I wish
to God I hadn't. I've never been able to get you
out of my mind, and
after Tunguska I should have hunted you down and killed
you. Look at me.
You did this to me. What more punishment do you think
I deserve?" Mulder
focused on Alex, and his face clouded over in confusion.
"What are you talking about, Krycek? What punishment?
You were living it
up with a bunch of Russian prison guards while I froze
in that cell last
time I looked. I don't know where you went after I broke
us out, but you
sure didn't seem to be attracting any punishment as far as I could
Alex's face had slowly changed throughout this speech,
and he was now as
amazed as Mulder had ever seen him. Slowly, he drew the
leather glove off
his left hand.
"You mean you really don't know what you did to me?
I could have got us
out of that cell, and away from there unscathed, but no!
You had to go off
half-cocked as usual. Look. Look at this.
This is what happened after
you threw me into the back of that fucking pick-up."
His words were still
quiet, but the intensity was so strong that the air seemed charged.
spoke, Alex grabbed Mulder's hand and placed it on his own, ungloved
hand. Mulder froze, and then his face appeared to crumple.
Mulder's wrist and leaned back in his seat, but Mulder's hand
the artificial limb, and Alex could see that there were emotions
within him. "They just hacked it off me. They
woke me in the middle of
the night and hacked it off with a red hot blade. Wouldn't
you call that
There was a pause, and then Mulder turned to him as if
to say something.
As he opened his mouth, Alex pointed.
"Our stop. Come on, we're nearly there."
Abruptly, he rose to his feet
and made his way to the door of the bus. He could feel the
following on his heels as he stepped down and off the bus, into
morning. It had now begun to rain, savage needles of fine
cold water that
were lashed across his face by the gusts of wind. He turned,
Mulder, and then moved off at a brisk trot.
The two of them approached a small, dilapidated looking
windows were boarded over, and the paint had peeled so
badly from the
siding that it was difficult to assign a color to the structure.
thought it might once have been green, but that might just
have been the
sheen of moss on the old wood.
Alex removed a key from his pocket and opened the door,
standing aside to
permit Mulder's passage into the musty smelling place.
"You want to stay here, Krycek? Are you out
of your mind?" The question
was indignant, and Alex grinned at him, impishly.
"Don't judge a book by its cover, Mulder. Follow
me." He secured the
door behind him, and led the way across the empty room towards
the back of
the house. Opening a tall cupboard, he shoved a bunch of
out of the way and revealed another door behind them. He
drew another key
from his pocket and unlocked it swiftly. Drawing the door
indicated a flight of stairs that descended into the basement.
on a light switch and gestured for Mulder to precede him down
Once again, Alex ensured that the door behind him
was locked, and then
followed Mulder down into the basement. Mulder was standing,
around him at the facilities of the place in which he had found
There was a small office alcove with a computer and a phone.
partially closed, showed that there were bathroom facilities
the main area was given over to a bed, armchairs and several
Krycek made an elaborate gesture.
"Welcome to my humble abode."
Mulder looked at him in disbelief. You live here, Krycek?"
Alex grinned nastily at him."From time to time I do, yeah."
contained ill-suppressed amusement as Mulder shook his head in
"There are occasions when I don't want to be discovered by
and it's never been discovered yet. You should be honored
revealing it to you. It's not often I feel this generous."
Alex made his way over to the bed, and sitting down, began
to pull off his
shoes and socks, sighing with relief as he did so.
Mulder gaped at him as
he stood and began to shed his clothing, unbuttoning his
jeans and pulling
his sweater and T-shirt off over his head.
"What are you doing?" Mulder appeared completely
baffled by the other
man's actions. Alex gazed at him fondly, a malicious smile
his features as he did so.
"I'm getting ready to go to bed. That's what
I'm doing right now. I hate
sleeping in my clothes. I'm going to have a shower,
and then I'm going to
get into this bed and try for a full eight hours sleep.
I've had maybe an
hour and a half in the past 36, and I am completely wiped
out. You can do
whatever you like. You can sleep here in this bed
with me, or in a chair
if you prefer. Hell, if you want, you can stay awake.
Feel free to hack
into all my files. There's no reason for secrecy any more.
I'm sorry if
you are embarrassed by my nudity, but it's not as if there's anything
haven't seen before, is there?" The last words were
flung at him like a
challenge, and his words were punctuated by the rustle and slide
clothing as he removed it, allowing it to fall where it would.
Finally, he removed his artificial limb, disengaging it
from his torso and
tossing it over into an armchair, and stood naked in front
of his guest.
His expression was a mix of defiance and regret. Mulder
studied the body
before him. He had wanted Krycek from the first moment he
has seen him,
and was aware that he had hustled the younger man into a sexual
relationship he had not wanted. He had been in perfect control
partnership at that time, and Krycek's weakness had been a turn-on
Time had written many changes on the slate, and now
he was no longer in
control. The body before him was almost the same.
He could not bring himself to look at the injury Krycek
had sustained. He
took in the long, slightly bowed, well-muscled legs, the
tight curve of
his buttocks, and his flat stomach. His eyes wandered
over the man's
chest, taking in the depth and strength of it, and up to his face.
was even more beautiful now. Mulder could see that
suffering had changed
him, and the maturity of his face was the result of this.
suddenly aware that the sight of Alex had literally taken
away. Alex turned away and padded off towards the
Mulder alone with his thoughts.
In what seemed like seconds, Krycek was back, towel
around his waist, droplets of water glistening in his short
hair, and off
his eyelashes. Mulder had remained standing in the
thoughts racing through his head as he tried to readjust
Krycek favored him with a further level stare as he began
to towel himself
dry. Mulder watched him for a moment or two, and then began
himself off to go for his own shower.
Krycek watched him go, and then turned his attention to
the bed. He was
more than ready for it. Giving a deep groan of satisfaction,
he threw back
the comforter and climbed into it. Within a few moments,
he was asleep.
Alex awoke gradually for once. He was warm, comfortable,
and had a
feeling of well being that he had not experienced for as
long as he could
He stretched luxuriously, and suddenly became aware
of the warmth of a
body beside him in the bed. He was suddenly wide-awake,
a shock flashing
through his system as he recalled the previous 24 hours.
Rolling over to
face his companion, he opened his eyes cautiously, and found that
looking straight into a pair of hazel eyes, regarding him with
His heart stuttered as he regarded Mulder, and the knowledge
that he had
slept along side him for the past little while made him shiver
warmth. He lay, unmoving, wondering what the other man was
He closed his eyes once more and sighed, his voice
signaling comfort as
he stretched again, feeling the sensual snap and pop of
muscle. He yawned again and began to think of coffee.
Mulder was still submitting him to that disconcerting inspection,
a few more minutes occasionally peeping through his lashes, Alex
feel a little uncomfortable.
"What?" His voice was husky with sleep and he felt muzzy.
respond immediately, and Alex opened his eyes cautiously to see
hell was going on with his bedfellow. He was just in time to see
hand reach out to him. He flinched, not ready to deal with violence
moment, but the palm of Mulder's hand came to rest on his cheek,
froze, not quite believing what was happening.
"You looked so young. I was remembering you before"
Mulder didn't have to
finish his sentence. Alex lay, captured beneath the palm that
touched him so
gently. He felt unable to move. Strange, forlorn hopes ran crazily
his mind and he greatly feared that he was about to lose not only
advantage, but also his credibility as he felt his genitals start
and fill up. The nudity with which he had maliciously taunted
Mulder was now
to be a liability as memories of the feel of him crawled on Alex's
uttered a strange little sigh and nestled his cheek into Mulder's
hand. If he was going to be reduced to begging, he might as well
get it over
and have done with it.
"Mulder, you know how I feltfeel about you?" Alex spoke
very fast, as if
somehow he would only be able to discuss this if he articulated
it all right
now. He still had not moved and he was trying not to shiver under
of the other man's touch. Mulder had not as yet done anything
except lay his
hand on Alex. Now, as Alex lay still, the pit of his stomach somehow
lurched, earthquake and aftershock. There was a warm, queer feeling
him as if he were melting over the bed. Mulder deliberately moved
across Alex's sleep swollen lips, smoothing them delicately.
Alex gave his little choked sob sound once again and turned his
that hand of Mulder's, placing a moist little kiss into the palm
of it. He
felt all at once afraid and excited as he suddenly realized what
happening to him. He closed his eyes, feeling the stab of excitement
his body from navel to knees, and put his hand up to cover Mulder's.
the hand under his tense slightly, and then, soft as a whisper,
brushed his and he cried out as his belly melted and flowed into
The man beside him laughed harshly, and his hand slid around to
cup the back
of Alex's head, drawing him closer and then Alex was lost in sensation
Mulder fixed his mouth over his, kissing him with an intensity
that made him
catch his breath.
Alex felt as if he were drowning in sensation. His heart began
to thud and
the blood pounded briskly in his ears. He reached out for Mulder
him in close, feeling the smooth skin of his back as he slid his
to embrace him. He parted his lips and felt Mulder move to take
it, tasting the sweetness of the other man's mouth. It had been
so long, so
damn long since he had felt like this. His heart fluttered, and
all of a
sudden his stomach was filled with butterflies. He growled.
He bent forward to insert his tongue between Mulder's lips, mouth
to browse avidly on the other man's sensitive spots until he heard
Pulling back, he looked down at him again and thrills passed through
//He loves this, look at him, he loves it.//
He was going to make Mulder scream. He was going to make him remember.
would make him sorry for every day, every night they had let go
love. He prepared to put everything he had into making love to
hoping, praying that it would be enough to make up for the actions
committed in the past. Knowing it probably wouldn't be, but willing
everything, so dearly did he want this.
All the love and desperate longing he had ever felt for the man
holding surged through him and he shivered, sinking himself into
the feel of
tongue teasing tongue and lip working against soft lip.
"Oh, God, Fox, it's been so long." Alex's whisky voice,
soulful and jaded,
stroked fine echoes of vibration that hung over Mulder. Alex saw
shudder. Looking at Mulder, his eyes were pools of obsidian and
was an open question. He slid his hand into Mulder's thick hair,
playfully, and then pulled the hair in his hand forward until
collided, silken saliva and moist skin, while Mulder burrowed
trying to get ever closer, hands clutching and arms tightening
in spasm as
Alex was, for this moment, feeling good. He felt, at least right
total control and he knew that he could do anything he wanted
to do to the
man in his arms. He slid his hand around under Mulder's ass, and
lowering him down to lie beneath him. His breathing was harsh
as he rained
kisses down on his eyes, his hairline, his jaw, and from there
down to his
throat. Mulder had clasped his hands behind Alex's head, and he
to him, pulling his mouth back to meet his lips, teeth nibbling,
stroking and tasting. The warmth of his mouth was making Alex's
and the two of them groaned, and then began to chuckle as they
they had done so simultaneously.
Alex reared up over the helplessly giggling Mulder, his lips twitching
tried not to laugh, and dove down to trace a line with his tongue
throat to navel. Pausing to dip his tongue into the quaking man's
he did so he heard with satisfaction the sudden hiss that finally
his laughter. Looking up at Mulder, he encountered cloudy eyes,
with desire as he licked the tracery of fur that arrowed down
to his groin.
The sight made him catch his breath.
He bent his head to lap at angry, engorged flesh, relishing the
making every lick, every slide of his tongue over the length of
it, last as
long as he could, and rejoicing in the whimpers his actions elicited
Mulder put hands to his head, and Alex pulled off, snarling, growling.
Hastily, the hands flew back from him, to clutch the pillow, and
at his lover, white teeth shining in the half-light, before swooping
engulf him in his warm, wet mouth. Mulder had reached the stage
where he was
powerless to do anything except groan. The lost, whimpering sounds
just made Alex feel more powerful, somehow stronger.
He gave Mulder one last, hard suck, swirling his tongue around
the crown of
his cock before pulling off to look for something he could use
Mulder moaned as he did so, almost putting out a hand to pull
him back, but
the hissing snarl Alex turned his way caused him to reconsider
and he bit
the back of his hand instead.
Alex was pleased, fiercely pleased. He had checked the drawers
nothing that would conceivably work for them, and was beginning
himself to the fact that he and Mulder would not be able to do
this. Not wanting to lose the momentum, he grabbed Mulder under
and deep throated him, gurgling as he felt the silk covered hardness
touching the back of his throat. Mulder arched and cried out again,
bowing and straining into the all consuming furnace of Alex's
was by now sucking so hard that it was only a matter of seconds
Mulder couldn't hold it back and the fluid that poured from him
and fine into Alex's sucking mouth and swirling tongue.
Alex could feel Mulder trembling and jerking. He had not felt
so happy for a
long time. Aliens at the front door and the world well lost for
knowing how irresponsible he was being, he could not stop the
seething around his system. It had been so fucking long since
he and Mulder
had been lovers. He thought he had been able to get over his lost
now he knew that he would never be able to cut Mulder out of his
slowly retreated from his position with Mulder sucked deep in
until he was just resting on the limp man's thigh, lightly breathing
reddened cock, watching it as it slowly subsided. Slowly then
he slid up to
cover the man, fixing his lips over Mulder's mouth to share the
taste of his
come with him. Mulder had no choice, he had caught fire and was
burn as Alex slid his arm under him, threading under his armpit
to cup the
back of his head and draw him to his insistent kiss. Even though
he had just
come, he was starting to harden again, pressed up against Alex's
cock. He began to moan again, somewhere deep in his throat, and
resonance of it made Mulder's pulse leap. He sustained the kiss,
deep, deep inside, finding all the warmth and the sweetness he
for so long and tearing it from him while Mulder moaned and held
This was it for Alex. He had everything he wanted in the whole,
world. Everything. He pulled back at last, looking at the man
in his arms.
His lips were puffy and swollen from his attention, and he had
closed. Alex bent to suckle on his throat, and was rewarded with
moan. He left a red mark as his mouth came away from Mulder's
"I could rip out your throat." He laughed as Mulder
spasmodically. "You're mine now. Mine. I've missed you so
much." His voice,
hoarse with desire, sounded like frayed velvet ribbons, coiling
in the air
Mulder opened dazed eyes to stare blindly into his. "I never
you, you know. Even when I hated you, I wanted you more."
Alex could only
shake his head from side to side and move to fasten their mouths
Lacking any kind of lube, he spat on his fingers and slid his
hand down to
feel his way over the temptingly displayed playthings Mulder had
He stroked the writhing man's penis, and dropped down to fondle
beneath, feeling the ridges rise, corduroy and fuzz. His hand
strayed to the
cleft below where he located the dip and pucker that told him
he had found
Mulder's tight little asshole. Concentrating, he spat again, semen
saliva mixed onto his fingers, stroking it around the hole there.
really started to feel his own cock begging him for action and
had to pause
for a second while he got himself under control, feeling the ripples
sensation flickering around his balls as he hung on. He slid an
into Mulder, hooking it just so, and surprising a small yelp out
of him as
his finger found the hard little gland inside.
"You like that, eh? Want me to do it again?" He suited
action to words as he
stroked that finger over him again and again. Mulder started moaning
and Alex added another finger to stroke, twist, and stroke in
an easy rhythm
that caused droplets to start oozing from the head of Mulder's
Finally, he sat up, took back his fingers and spat to lube up
his cock. He
was gasping now he was so close and he wanted more than anything
Hooking Mulder's legs up over his shoulder, he positioned himself,
his head back, biting his lip. He felt the heat of his lover and
was no longer sure if he could do this. He thought maybe it would
over before he got inside. He waited, panting, and Mulder reached
up to pull
his head down, opening his lips to him and distracting him for
seconds he needed to calm down, then he pushed.
//Tight, silken heat. Want to sink in and drown forever//
Into Mulder, past the tightness of his ring and into the passageway
where he lay, cradled snugly, held tight in that rippling furnace,
sucking on him as he slid in, in.
He moaned and Mulder cried out his name, sending thrills through
and making him drive deeper, deeper into him. Then they were making
fucking music that had Alex reeling as he pushed in hard. He was
right inside that heat and he didn't know if he was going to be
able to last
long enough because the feelings were so intense. He pushed again
further in, gasping and shuddering.
Mulder was chewing on his lower lip as Alex pushed in, and he
himself again, had to stop and think remote thoughts before he
shoved his tongue down Mulder's throat as he finally sank in as
far as he
could possibly go. He was encased, possessed, totally surrounded
by Fox and
it was everything he wanted or needed. He pulled back an inch
or two and
Thrust. He shoved as hard as he could, straining against the rippling
of the tight velvet sheath that was Mulder. He began to grunt,
deep, and unable to stop himself.
"Do it to me. Do it hard, Alex, hard." The voice was
harsh and strained.
Alex looked down at him, but he couldn't talk. Couldn't say a
word if he
wanted to. If words were necessary. Alex pulled back again and
and stroke, and the whole world became only this.
He was sure that he was going to die. Mulder still had his hand
back of his head and now he pulled him down again to fix his mouth
Alex's throat while his other hand went down to find and pump
his own cock
as Alex pounded into him.
Alex could feel it gathering. He was strung out tight as a bowstring,
the tickling flashes gathered first in the small of his back as
gulping the air and hanging on, hanging on for dear life to Mulder's
shoulders. The build up of tension was still making him grunt,
sounds that Mulder echoed back as he approached his own climax.
Finally, Alex knew that he couldn't stop it. No turning back now
Pumped! Rigid, straining, tingles flash-flooding through him as
//Oh God good, so good I can't stand it//
And spurted deep into Mulder. Then as he was coming down, ready
and lie limp over Mulder's chest, Mulder came too, rolling his
side to side as he spurted onto himself, and onto Alex.
Falling forward to bury his face into the hollow of Mulder's shoulder,
could feel his long looked for arms tighten around him, and muzzily
what was happening. This was wonderful. This was coming home.
He tried to
process what was happening, what had happened just, but he was
too full of
emotion to think straight. Vaguely, he knew that loving someone
would be bad. He could get hurt so easily, but the thoughts just
solidify. He had to sleep again, had to, and at the same time
as he slipped
out of his lover, he slipped out of conscious thought.
He didn't feel Mulder stroking his neck, but he was safe, warm
held by the man he loved and that was enough for him just then.
Later, he woke up, still lying over Mulder, who was trying to
from under him a little.
"You get heavy after a while, man. Can't breathe properly."
The voice was
gentle, and there was a smile to go with it that warmed him up
as he rolled
to one side and opened his arms for the other man to crawl into.
exchanged warm kisses, and then they drifted off to sleep. He
would be there
when he woke up and for Alex, that was enough.
Waking up was wonderful. He didn't know what time it was or even
but he was feeling wonderful if a little stiff. He was starving,
on the light to check his watch. It was six in the evening, and
really ready for something to eat, and coffee, he really needed
Sliding out of bed, he left his still sleeping lover, and crept
the kitchen to put on coffee, and then to the bathroom where he
aching bladder, brushed his teeth and studied himself critically
mirror. He was trying to see what changes had occurred in the
years. He gazed at himself, recalling his appearance the day he
Mulder home. He'd been so stupid, so fucking young. How could
thought he would be able to hold onto Mulder?
The thought of the other man sleeping in his bed, and the lovemaking
had enjoyed earlier made him tingle. He washed his face and went
the bedroom to find that Mulder had woken and was sitting up in
watching the door.
"Coffee? I'd say good morning, but it isn't." Alex smiled
a greeting at
Mulder as he passed the bed.
"Come here." The laconic voice brushed over his ears,
sending shivers down
his spine with the intimacy of it. Alex allowed the voice to draw
to the bed. Coming to rest on the edge of the bed beside Mulder,
he raised a
quizzical eyebrow at him. Mulder leaned forward to snag him around
shoulders, pulling him forward into a crushing embrace. Their
and for a moment there was only sensation and warmth, then Mulder
away, holding him out at arm's length to study him.
"God, you're so much more beautiful now than you were then.
you, Alex." Mulder was smiling a little, and Alex leaned
forward to nip his
lower lip, pulling it in between his teeth.
"Don't you be thinking to make me beautiful by cutting anything
else off me,
Fox. I grow more beautiful with care and attention too!"
Alex was still
nibbling that lower lip, and his words were a little muffled.
his arms around Alex and laid his head on Alex's shoulder, deepening
"Can I smell coffee?" Mulder's voice was plaintive.
"You bet, baby. There is no way I would hide out without
filtering right now." Mulder was still holding him tightly,
snuggled there, grinning wider than a Cheshire cat as he soaked
up the love
he could feel.
Tomorrow they would have to face the music, and get Fox in to
and Kersh, but tonight was theirs, and after four lonely years
was at long last, happy.
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