X-Files M/K An AU in another time
Title: Interrogation IV: Testing the Limits
Author: Orithain and Nicole S.
Rating: NC-17 for bad language, violence and m/m sex.

Archive to Allslash, Archive X, TER/MA, All Things Rat Series/Sequel: Sequelto Interrogation I, II, IIa and III

Feedback please! Orithain may be reached at orithain@aol.com Nicole at oscar204@aol.com

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: They don't belong to us, they belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productionsand Fox. Please don't sue us.

Summary: Krycek decides to help Mulder, while helping himself as well.

****Warning: Violence, along with general Nazi nastiness.****

Comments: If you like our usual schmoop, you're not going to find it inthis series. This is pretty heavy stuff, don't say we didn't warn you.

Happy birthday, Aries. This one's for you.


Commandant Krycek was entering his fourth week of walking down this corridorto Lt. Mulder's cell. He was sick of this prison, sick of the people, sickof this war. He wanted Lt. Mulder out of here and in his quarters so hecould see him, touch him, whenever he wanted, not just for an hour a day.He had a plan, but it had taken a week of dropping hints to get the wheelsslowly turning. It would not be easy. Now it was all a matter of convincinghis superiors that Mulder should be released. He had to convince them thatit would be easier to keep an eye on Mulder and try to extract informationfrom him if he was working for Krycek directly in his house.

Krycek reached the door and waited for the guard to open it for him beforestepping through. It shut behind him with the familiar clang.

Mulder was crying when Krycek entered his cell. Sobbing, actually. Krycek'seyes narrowed //What have those idiots done to him now?// He thought ofthe guards and their incompetence of late. //Maybe they will like the EasternFront better than here.//

He sat down beside Mulder who was shackled to his cot. "What is it?What is the matter?" Before he could stop himself, his gloved handreached out and stroked Mulder's hair.

"It hurts. It hurts so much."

"What hurts?"

"My ankle. They shackled my ankle."

Krycek pulled the blanket back revealing Mulder's swollen, almost purpleankle. They had really done a job on it, possibly re-broken it. Krycek'sface grew red. //Those stupid guards! Eastern Front - they're going to fuckingSiberia!// He stood up, ready to go out the door and scream at them, whena thought crossed his mind. He sat back down beside Mulder, his anger subsidingfor a second as he leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Lt. Mulder, I want to take you out of this place. How would you likethat?"

Mulder nodded, the tears still flowing.

"I need you to endure that shackle for another hour or so, do you thinkyou can do that?"

"It hurts so much," Mulder sobbed.

"I am going to bring two men back with me. I need you to be quiet,not say one word no matter what happens or what I say. After they come here,then we will be able to leave if you do exactly as I've told you."He turned Mulder's head so his gaze met his own. "Not one word. Theywill shoot you if you speak. But if you trust me and remain silent, I willbe able to take you out of here and bring you to live in my home."

"I'll be quiet."

"Good. Now, stop crying and I will see you soon."

Krycek rearranged the blanket over Mulder again before leaving the cell.He strode past the guards, who stood at attention and saluted as he wentby. He returned their salute then went out the door. //Idioten. You'd betterpray you get shot before the cold kills you. Siberia can be a very hardplace to tolerate.//


An hour later, Krycek returned to Mulder's cell with two other men, justas he said. A wave of fear washed over him as he saw their faces, the hatredburning in their eyes. One of them was a short man with a pointy nose anddark hair. The other was tall and broad, with glasses. The man with theglasses licked his lips as he looked at him. Mulder stopped a shiver thatwas about to run up his spine. He wanted out of here and would do anythingto help Krycek. He kept his promise and said nothing as Krycek started speakingabout him.

"This is Lt. Mulder, United States Air Force. He has been with us fora month now, enjoying our usual 'hospitality'. Still, he refuses to giveus any information. It is clear that by the time he speaks, anything heknows will be long out of date. It is pointless to keep him here any longer.I would say he's ready to be transferred immediately."

The man with the pointy nose spoke. "He has given nothing, Krycek?Your reputation has suffered a blow with this one." He grabbed thecorner of the blanket and tossed it aside. "He still has a lot of meaton his bones. He will work out fine at one of the Stalags; he looks strong."

"Those idiots!" Krycek bellowed.

"What? What is the problem?" the man with the glasses asked.

"His ankle. He twisted it over a week ago. I told those stupid guardsnot to shackle it so he could heal properly and be sent to a camp. Lookat it! Gangrene will set in soon, it will probably have to be amputated.He is useless now."

"I agree." The pointy-nosed man took out his gun and held it toMulder's head. "We do not need him anymore."

Panic washed through Mulder as he felt the barrel of the gun press intohis skin. He didn't want to die this way, chained, helpless. He startedbreathing heavily, only the memory of Krycek telling him to trust him keepinghim silent.

"Put the gun down, Spender," Krycek said, remaining calm. "Imeant he is useless in a camp. I will take him."

Spender looked at Krycek suspiciously before putting his gun away.

"What do you mean *you* will take him?" the man in the glassessaid.

"As I have been telling you for the past week, I need a new servant.Lt. Mulder can still hobble around and serve me." He took the men asideand lowered his voice. "I have surely broken this man, yet he remainsmute. If I can get him to trust me, perhaps he will reveal his secrets.If he opens up to me, it will seem like he is talking to a friend, not anenemy."

The man with the glasses smiled. "Very clever, Krycek, I can see yourpoint. If he does not open up, then you can just shoot him, like you didyour other servants."

Spender laughed, "Krycek, you have to learn to be more patient withyour staff; you cannot keep killing them when they displease you. Insteadof sending the Jewish vermin to the camps, we should just give them to youas servants. They would die just as quickly." He and the tall man laughedat the joke.

"How many groundspeople have you been through? Six, or seven?"The man in the glasses grinned.

"Three. This fourth one is not any better."

"Are you sure you want this American dog, Krycek? We can send him toone of the KZ camps and dispose of him quickly and quietly. No one willknow if he is American, Jew, Pole or Czech."

"No. I can use him. I am sure that he will tell me his secrets soonenough. If not me, then one of my other staff. You know how servants gossip."

"Very well, you may take this Mulder to your house. I would keep aneye on him though; don't let him out of your sight for too long." Theman in the glasses took another look at Mulder before turning away.

Mulder watched as the three men left the cell together. He breathed a sighof relief, thanking god they were gone and he was still alive. A momentlater, Krycek returned with a bundle of clothes and a crutch.

"Lt. Mulder, you will come to live with me now," Krycek said ashe unshackled him from the cot. "Here, put these on quickly so we canget out of here." He laid the bundle of clothes on the cot beside Mulder.

Mulder's ankle was throbbing so badly he didn't know how he was going towalk. Quickly, he put on the garments Krycek gave him. They were thin cottonpants and a shirt, not unlike pajamas. Only one boot fit; the other couldnot fit over the swelling in his foot, so he covered it with the
sock only.

Krycek gave him the crutch to put under his armpit since he wouldn't beable to help Mulder at all when anyone else could see them. He glanced atthe blanket but left it lying on the cot, saying "I'm sorry I can'tlet you take the blanket to keep warm. It's very cold out, but it wouldbe noticed if I allowed you that." Then Krycek put his hands on Mulder'sshoulders and met his gaze. "Lt. Mulder, you are still my prisoner,and I must treat you as such. Do not say one word until we get to my house,do you understand? Your life depends on it."

"Yes," Mulder barely whispered.

Krycek smiled, "Good. Let's go."


They managed to get to Krycek's house with limited trouble from the checkpoints.When the young guards at the roadblocks saw who Krycek was, they immediatelywaved him through, ignoring the passenger beside him.

They turned into a driveway of a sprawling house, where a flag bearing theswastika hung over the front door and flapped in the wind. Snow was piledhigh around the house, but the driveway and stairs leading up to the housewere clear. A maid, bundled against the cold, came out of the house to greetKrycek.

"Ingrid, this is Mulder. He is going to be working here as my new assistant.Please help him up to the master bathroom. He is quite dirty. His anklehas been injured, so make allowances for his slowness."

"I can see that, Herr Oberst. Come with me, let's get you cleaned up."Mulder kept his mouth shut as he was led away by the burly maid.

Krycek went in the front door and practically flew up the stairs to hisstudy. It worked, it fucking worked! He had waited almost two weeks to gethim here, now finally they could be alone. He took his leather coat andhat off and hung them up before going over to his desk to check what hadcome in the post. There was a knock on the door.


"Sturmbahnfuehrer Krycek, the American is in the bath. I have leftsome clothes for him."

"Thank you, Ingrid. I would like everyone to leave us alone for a fewhours. I need to go over a few things with Mulder, tell him the rules ofthe house, what his duties will be and how he will be punished if he doesnot perform properly. I would like to have supper in here about seven. Forboth of us. I do not want to stop his training for a meal. We shall talkand eat at the same time."

"Yes, sir." Ingrid turned and left.

Krycek read the one piece of correspondence, then decided to check in onhis new servant. A smile passed over Krycek's lips as he walked down thehall to his bedroom. There was a door leading to the master bath off ofthe bedroom, so he would not be seen. He locked the door to the bedroombefore going towards the door leading to the bath. Slowly he opened thedoor and looked inside. Mulder was lounging in the bathtub, a look of contentmenton his face. //He is beautiful, even more so when he is relaxed.// Krycektook a step into the room.

Mulder sat up with a start and looked fearfully at the person who enteredthe room. Had they come to take him back to prison? He knew this was toogood to be true.

"Calm down, Mulder," Krycek said. He walked over to the door leadingto the hallway and locked it from the inside. He also did the same to thedoor leading to the bedroom, which he then leaned back against. "Areyou enjoying your bath?"

"Yes," Mulder barely whispered.

"It's all right, you can talk. You are in my home now."

"I didn't realize how dirty I was." Mulder said as he looked downin embarrassment at the dark gray water in the tub. How had Krycek beenable to stand to touch him?

"Yes, well it has been awhile, hasn't it? Why don't you drain the tuband wash again. The water has surely cooled by now."

Mulder looked at the man standing before him. Such a change from the prison.The riding crop was gone, and although the fierceness in his eyes was stillthere, so was a gentleness. He pulled the plug, watching as the dirty waterswirled out and down the drain.

He turned the tap on to refill the tub, but Krycek reached over and turnedit off. "Here, soap yourself up first." Krycek handed Mulder abar of sweet-smelling soap which he used to lather his body and hair. Krycekthen filled a large pitcher with water and poured it over Mulder's head,rinsing the soap away. He did this until the water rinsed clean. Then Krycekput the plug back in the tub and filled it again with hot water.

Krycek removed his clothes, draping them over a chair that was in the cornerof the large bathroom. The window in the bathroom was covered by a heavyblack curtain, so the only light was a warm glow that came from the lightfixture above. He got in behind Mulder and ran his legs down the lengthof the large tub. He pulled Mulder back against him and wrapped his armsaround him.

"I have waited a long time for this," Krycek said as he kissedMulder's shoulder. The warmth of the water and closeness of the other manset his cock in motion, his erection starting to jut into Mulder's buttocks.He held Mulder tighter, relishing the sensation of their wet, naked skinagainst each other.

Mulder leaned back against Krycek and closed his eyes. He had also missedthis, human contact without guards or shackles or cold cement floors. Hesettled in for a few minutes, his head against Krycek's shoulder.

"I want you to wash me," Krycek said with kiss to the top of Mulder'shead.

Mulder opened his eyes and sat up, then turned himself around to face Krycek.

"There is a sponge in a basin behind you; use it to wash me."Krycek's eyes were burning a bright green, full of lust.

Mulder took the sponge and held it in the water to wet and soften it beforeleaning forward and gently running it down Krycek's chest and belly, downto the hardness visible below the water. His heart was starting to pound,and his own cock was growing erect. He ran the sponge down the strong legsand back up again to where he started on his chest. He paid particular attentionto the stiff nipples, stroking them with the nubby sponge until Krycek gaspedin pleasure, then moved on. While Mulder was washing Krycek's arms, he noticedhe was shaking.

Krycek knelt in the tub, eye to eye with Mulder. He reached out and smoothedthe lock of hair back that had fallen onto his forehead. He then leanedin and kissed him, tenderly. Mulder's lips were soft and full, his tongueslid past them easily, tasting the other man. He brought an arm around Mulder'swaist, the other going around his back, his hand pushing the two of themcloser together.

Mulder gasped as Krycek pulled away and started kissing down his neck. Hewas still shaking; the feel of this man being gentle with him was almosttoo much to bear.

"Yes, I've been waiting a long time to get you alone," Krycekwhispered before latching onto one of Mulder's nipples. He nibbled aroundthe areola before licking and sucking on the hardening nub. Slowly he movedacross to Mulder's other nipple and proceeded to bring that one to hardnessas well.

Mulder moaned and leaned back in the tub, Krycek leaning with him. He hadn'tfelt tenderness in so long, he'd almost forgotten how good it was.

"Sit on the edge of the tub," Krycek commanded, softly.

Mulder slowly maneuvered himself up to sit on the thin ledge of the tub.He put his hands down beside his buttocks to steady himself.

Krycek knelt in the cooling water of the bath and spread Mulder's legs toreveal his dripping, throbbing erection. He looked up at Mulder's eyes,where the pupils were dilated so much that a thin rim of blue-green wasthe only thing that could be seen.

Mulder was breathing hard, the anticipation of knowing what was coming nextshooting another load of precum to glisten at the top of his cock. His nailsdug into the side of the tub as Krycek's tongue slowly licked around thehead of his cock. A moan escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes.

Krycek ran his tongue down the length of Mulder's cock to his balls. Hepressed his face between Mulder's legs, sucking the drops of water drippingfrom the heavy sac.

Mulder whimpered and gripped the tub harder, his knuckles showing white.

Krycek took Mulder's cock in his mouth, something he hadn't done since thefirst time they were together in Mulder's cell. The day he first raped him.This was not rape. Not now. Now it was a need for someone to be close to,to touch, for simple human contact in the midst of all the suffering thatthis war brought everyone.

Mulder tried in vain to hold on, but after a few minutes of Krycek lickingand sucking him, he came with a cry into his mouth. His knees felt weakas Krycek lapped up the last of the cum, sitting back to stare at Mulderwith a grin on his face. Mulder slid down into the water again before leaningover to kiss the German on the mouth.

"You liked that, hmmm? Too bad we do not have time for more right now."

"What do you mean?"

"We have been in here for a long time. We have turned into prunes!"Krycek held up his hand and showed Mulder his wrinkled fingers, then smiled."Come, all things must come to an end."

Krycek stood, then got out of the bath. He dried himself off before donninga dressing gown. He then turned to Mulder and extended his hand to helphim out of the tub. He gave Mulder a towel and watched him dry himself offbefore offering him a dressing gown of his own.

Mulder put it on. It was silk and so soft, the softest thing he had everfelt in his life.

Krycek unlocked the door to the bedroom and came back to help Mulder withhis crutch. Together they moved Mulder to a large, overstuffed chair inthe bedroom.

"Let's take a look at your ankle, shall we?" Krycek knelt beforeMulder and took the battered limb into his hands. He probed the injuredjoint carefully, pleased that it was healing well despite the acts of thosefools at the prison. The shackle had not disturbed the setting bones. Helooked up into the American's eyes before he started to wrap the ankle ina thick bandage. "This will help it heal straight, so you will nothave a permanent limp."

Mulder was silent as he watched the bandage being wrapped around his footand ankle then half way up his calf. Krycek knew what he was doing; Mulderhad learned that same procedure in his training as well. Wasn't it funnyhow they were on opposite sides of a war, yet their training was so similar?

Krycek finished, stood up and went over to a table in the corner. He returnedwith a small tablet and glass of water. He held them out to Mulder.

"Here, take this."

"What is it?"

"It's called penicillin. For your ankle, to fight infection."

Mulder took the small white pill and looked at it for a second before lookingback at Krycek.

"It's all right, take it. It's medicine. You have to take them fora week until I am sure your ankle is not infected." He reached outand stroked Mulder's cheek. "It's medicine, please take it. I wouldnot give you anything that would hurt you."

Mulder popped the pill in his mouth before washing it down with a sip ofwater.

"Why are you being so nice to me? Why didn't you let your friend killme today?"

Krycek looked at Mulder for a few seconds before answering. "I neededa servant and you needed someone to serve."

Mulder gave a small laugh but said nothing.

Krycek looked at Mulder. He knew he could see right through him. Dependentor not, Mulder was not a stupid man. "Are you thirsty?"


"Are you hungry?"


"Mulder, even though you are technically my prisoner, this is my home.If you want something, ask."

"I'm hungry and I'm tired."

"You will have a proper supper tonight, with me. I do not want youto fraternize too much with the other servants right away until they getused to you. A lot of them do not like Americans and would be tempted todo you harm. You will stay here, on this floor, with me, to work with me,until I tell you otherwise. Is that clear?"


"Good. Now, I need to get dressed and attend to some matters beforesupper. There are clothes for you on the chair in the washroom. There isalso a razor for you to shave with, unless you want to keep the beard."

Mulder reached up and touched the hair on his face. He hadn't realized thathe had grew one, but after a month of not shaving, it was obvious. "No,I should get rid of it."

"It does not really suit you, I am sorry to say. There is a jar ofsalve in there for you as well, to put on your wounds from the shackles.It is Ingrid's grandmother's secret cream. It smells awful, but it works."

Mulder shrugged and pulled the robe around him a little closer. "Thankyou."

"You're welcome. Now hurry, supper will be in my study very soon. Itis just down the hallway, I will leave the door open for you." ThenKrycek turned to get dressed.

Mulder hobbled on his crutch to the bathroom and up to the mirror. Thiswas the first time he had seen himself in a month. His eyes were still hazel,his hair longer, a little grayer. His face sported a beard which, as Kryceksaid, did not suit him at all. It was so overwhelming, looking at this strangerin the mirror. How did he get here, to this place, to this house on theoutskirts of Berlin? He shook his head, then lathered up his face with thebrush and soap that were left for him.

After Mulder was done shaving, he rubbed the soothing salve into his wounds.It didn't smell that bad. Then he got dressed and followed the way Krycekhad gone, through the bedroom and down the hallway. His ankle was feelingmuch better now from the medicine and bandage. He could hobble a littlefaster. He found the open door and walked through it. Here was a libraryfull of books, a large desk and table with six chairs around it. The tablehad been set for dinner for two.

Krycek was sitting behind the heavy desk, speaking into the telephone. Hisvoice was low and his brow furrowed. He looked up at Mulder for a second,watching him inspect the books in the bookcases that lined the wall. Kryceksoftly put the telephone handset into the cradle and rubbed his forehead.He got out of his chair and walked over to Mulder. "There are someEnglish books there as well, if you are interested."

"Most of them are in German."

Krycek laughed, "We are still in Germany, Lt. Mulder. You had betterget used to this place, you will be spending a lot of time here."

Mulder looked up at Krycek, a question in his eyes.

"You are my assistant, this is my office. I need you to make sure thisplace is kept clean and in order. Seeing as though you cannot read German,the filing will have to be done by myself. I do, however, want you to makesure my correspondence is ready for me when I get home. The desk shouldbe neat, the ink in my pen refilled, paper always ready. Is that clear?"


Krycek smiled. "Good."

Mulder heard someone come in and turned quickly, his heart pounding. Itwas only Ingrid and another girl with supper.

Silently, the women began to unload their trays onto the large table. Roastchicken, potatoes, pickled beets, cabbage and turnips. Mulder closed hismouth and swallowed. The smell of the food was heavenly.

"Come, Mulder, sit and eat." Krycek motioned to the table.

Mulder sat across from Krycek, who was motioning him to fill his plate.

"Would you like some wine?"


"Yes, it is Italian. There is quite a well stocked wine cellar in thishouse."

"Sure." Mulder watched as the dark burgundy liquid filled thecrystal glass before him.

"It is good. Come, eat, you said you were hungry." Krycek lookedover at Mulder who seemed bewildered by the bounty laid before them.

"Where did you get all this food?"

Krycek finished pouring the wine and began filling his own plate beforehe spoke. "My rank affords me some luxuries. One of them being goodfood. The other being this house, the servants, the car. Just as in yourmilitary, rank decrees worth."

Mulder put a piece of chicken in his mouth. It was heavenly. Moist and tender,seasoned with rosemary. He closed his eyes and savored the taste.

When he opened them, he was looking directly at Krycek, his own eyes sparklingin the dim light.

"I am glad you like it. Ingrid is an accomplished cook."

They ate in silence, drinking the wine. Mulder relished every bite, everysip, he hadn't had food like this in a long time. It was almost sexual,certainly sensual, his cock stirred and started pressing against the wooltrousers he was wearing.

Ingrid came back with coffee and cleared their plates. She left two platescontaining a piece of cake each in front of them.

"Eat the Streuselkuchen, it's quite wonderful." Krycek handedMulder a china cup filled with strong coffee.

"Whose house is this?" Mulder asked as Krycek put a forkful ofcake in his mouth.

Krycek swallowed before answering. "It is my house."

"Who had it before you did? Who owned it? Before the war?"

"I do not know, it was seized property. When I came to Berlin lastyear it was given to me. The Reich owns it, the Reich owns everything."Krycek continued to eat his cake.

"You stole it. You probably stole it from a Jewish family and killedthem, right? None of this is yours, it's someone else's. They probably workedvery hard to acquire this wealth, and you stole it from them. What do youhave against them, anyway? They're just people who happen to have a differentreligion."

"I did not steal anything." Krycek put his fork down and glaredat Mulder. "You are treading on very thin ice, Lt. Mulder. Need I remindyou that you are still a prisoner of the Third Reich? I can have you backin that jail, or worse a camp, with one telephone call. I'm sure your commentswould be extremely popular with the guards."

Mulder's eyes grew wide; his respiration and pulse quickened. Then his eyesdropped to the table. //Please, don't let him send me away, let me stayhere with him.//

Kryek's voice remained low, yet hard as steel. "You do not understand,Lt. Mulder. My country is at war. Depending on what side you are on, youeither lose or gain. If this war was in your United States, you would dothe same thing. Now. I do not want you to talk of this again. It is foolishand dangerous; I could and should shoot you for just saying the words youdid."

Krycek reached across the table and put his fingers under Mulder's chin.He tilted the other man's head up, seeing the tears in his eyes. "DoI make myself clear? Never speak to *anyone* about this subject again."

Mulder nodded his head. Silently they finished their cake and coffee, thetaste now bitter in Mulder's mouth.

Krycek looked across the table at the American. He certainly looked miserable.Krycek would never send him back to prison, but he should not be askingsuch questions. Questions no one dared to ask.

"You are tired. I will show you to your room."

Together they walked down the hallway to a door, not far from the door leadingto Krycek's room. Mulder limped along beside Krycek on his crutch. Thiswas a small bedroom with a small bed, chest of drawers and wardrobe to makeit cozy and warm. A small rug was on the wooden floor beside the bed. Anight table stood beside the bed with a small lamp and a ticking alarm clockupon it.

Krycek motioned to the chest of drawers and wardrobe. "There are clothesfor you in here to wear. This door, here," Krycek opened a narrow doorto the right, "leads to your own WC. You may bathe in my bathroom,but only when I tell you to. Do not go in there on your own, is that clear?"

"Yes." Mulder peered into the small room that contained a toiletand sink. The razor, shaving brush, soap and jar of salve had been movedfrom the other bathroom to here and rested on a shelf above the sink. Asmall mirror was above the shelf.

"Good. Now what else? Ah yes, please leave the curtains drawn at alltimes. You do not want to get bombed by your own colleagues, do you, Lieutenant?"Krycek gave a short laugh before opening another door, this time to theleft.

"This leads to my room. You are my assistant, my valet, that is whyyou have the small room off of mine. In the morning, you shall wake first,shave and get dressed, then come wake me. I must be up at precisely 6 a.m.While I shave, you are to lay my clothes out for me to wear." Krycekopened a huge wardrobe at the side of the room. "It's pretty straight-forward.The uniform never changes. I do, however, want them cleaned and pressedthe day before."

Mulder nodded at Krycek when he looked over at him. The contents of thewardrobe were nearly pure black. Black uniforms, black coats, black boots,black everywhere, offset by silver medals and decorations. This was highlightedby the harsh contrast of the stark white shirts, crisp and clean. The redof the swastika armband was the only color in the sea of black and white.

"Now. You must polish my boots every day. I have three pairs, and theymust be immaculate."

Mulder shuddered at the words, remembering the duties he performed in prison.

Krycek came over to Mulder, put a hand on his shoulder and met his gaze."There is a polishing kit in the bottom drawer of your wardrobe. Thereare also other items to help you with your job there. Do not worry, Lt.Mulder, you are here to work."

Krycek took his hand away, went back to the wardrobe and closed the door.

"Now. You said you were tired, go to sleep, and I will see you in themorning."

Mulder turned to limp through the door to his little room. He shut the doorbehind him and breathed out. His knees were shaking. He sat on the bed,calming himself before getting undressed. He found a pair of soft, cottonpajamas in one of the drawers. He climbed into bed, relishing the soft sheetsand soft quilt that was upon it. Such luxury from a cot with a scratchywool blanket. Ensuring his alarm was set, he turned off the light and wentto sleep.


The next morning, Mulder did what he was told, and got Krycek ready. Silently,he dressed him, then Krycek left, leaving Mulder feeling empty and alone.Throughout the day, Mulder busied himself by making minor repairs to Krycek'suniforms and shuffling some papers in the study. Ingrid brought breakfastand lunch up to his little room. She did not reply when Mulder said, "Thankyou."

Krycek did not have such a good day. He sighed to himself as he sat in theback of his car, the driver taking him home. Things were not going wellat all. The Americans were advancing from the west, the Russians from theeast. Italy was a lost cause. It was going to be over, and over soon. Krycekdidn't want to be caught when either side rolled into town. Especially theRussians. His name was notorious throughout their ranks for his exploitsthrough Poland and the Czech Republic. How many Russians had he killed withhis own hands? That wasn't important right now. Getting out of Germany,that was important. He had met a man today who could get him on a boat toSouth America. It would cost an enormous amount of money, but that was notimportant either. He had to leave. He had nothing to stay for anyway. Germanywas his home, but he could learn to love another country just as much. Beingalive would help.

Suddenly, his door swung open, and he realized he was home. He got out ofthe car and walked in the house, where he was met by Ingrid.

"Have supper in my study for us in an hour."

"Yes, sir."

"How was he today? What did he do?"

"He mended your uniforms, polished your boots. He has been in the studyfor most of the afternoon."

"Good. I want the other staff, particularly Georg to stay away fromhim. Lt. Mulder is a special case; he needs special care."

"Yes, sir."

Krycek turned and went up the stairs to the study where he found Mulderreading a book.

"Ah, you have found something you like, then?"

Mulder jumped out of his seat, the book falling to the floor. "I, Iwas waiting for...I didn't know what to do next."

Krycek smiled at Mulder. "You can take my hat and my coat when I comehome."

Mulder picked up his crutch and hobbled over to take the heavy, leathercoat and black hat from Krycek, hanging the coat in the wardrobe. He tooka small brush and brushed the wool of the hat, removing any lint that wasthere.

Krycek beamed. "You learn quickly, I like that. Now tell me, what wereyou reading?"

"Dickens. Great Expectations."

"Hmmmm. That book is verboten, but it is in my library." Kryceklaughed. "It's a good thing you and I are the only ones who read Englishin this house."

Krycek settled down in his chair behind the desk and began opening his mail.He noticed how organized everything was. Mulder had done a good job. "Youmay continue to read your book, Lt. Mulder. There is about an hour or sobefore supper."

"Thank you." Mulder eased himself into the chair again and pickedthe book up off the floor.

Silently, both men read, Krycek making a few phone calls. He kept his voicelow, knowing the American could not understand German anyway.

Supper was uneventful. They ate, then Krycek put a record on the player,which they listened to until it was time to go to bed.

They walked down the hall together, Mulder leaned on his crutch as theystopped at his door. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Lt. Mulder."

Mulder shut the door of his little room behind him and got undressed. Thepajamas were folded on top of his pillow, where he left them this morning.Everything was neat and tidy. All he did all day was tidy, //I'm nothingmore than a glorified chamber maid.// Then there was a knock on the doorthat connected his room to Krycek's.

Mulder opened the door to reveal Krycek in his dressing gown. Mulder's heartstarted to pound as Krycek brushed past him and put a key in the lock tothe door leading to the hallway.

Krycek locked the door and gave Mulder the key. "This is your key.Keep it on you at all times. Make sure your door, my door, and the doorfrom the bathroom leading to the hallway are locked every night. We do notwant unnecessary disturbances." He then motioned for Mulder to getto work.

Mulder nodded and grabbed his crutch, moving into the rooms, locking thedoors. When he got back to the bedroom, he found Krycek waiting for himon the bed, clad in only his robe. Mulder could feel his cock stiffen ashe moved tentatively towards the bed.

"Come, Mulder. Join me, here." Krycek patted the mattress besidehim.

Mulder climbed up beside the German, noticing his erection tenting the robe.

Krycek reached out and caressed Mulder's face. "I want to make loveto you, Lt. Mulder..."


"Fox?" Krycek smiled. "That is your name, I forgot. Mineis Alexander. You may call me Alex, but only here, only when you are inbed with me. It will be Sturmbahnfuehrer Krycek the rest of the time."

Mulder just nodded. He could feel his cock weeping pre-cum onto the fabricof his pajamas.

Krycek brought Mulder in for a kiss, tender lips pressed against his own.He lay Mulder down on the bed, not breaking the kiss, not wanting to losecontact. Finally, he broke away and undid Mulder's pajama top. He removedit quickly then undid the drawstring on the bottoms. He smiled as Muldergasped when Krycek slowly pulled them down and off. Mulder's cock stoodat attention, and a spot of pre-cum glistened at the tip. Krycek could notresist and bent down to lap the fluid up with the tip of his tongue. Hishand reached up to caress Mulder's chest.

Mulder arched his back into Krycek's touch and moaned. Once again the tendernessoverwhelmed him. Suddenly, the tongue and hand left him. Mulder opened hiseyes to see Krycek removing his robe, his cock jutting out before him.

Krycek lay down beside Mulder and caressed his face again before bringingtheir lips together. Krycek's tongue slid past Mulder's lips, tasting thewarm interior before leaving and snaking a trail down his jaw to his neck.

Mulder sighed as Krycek licked a trail down Mulder's neck and stopped athis collarbone.

Krycek positioned himself so their erections rubbed together, the smoothskin sliding across each other. He bent his head down and sucked on oneof Mulder's nipples, biting and nipping at the perimeter. His hand wentup to tease the other, bringing it to hardness.

Mulder moved his hands across Krycek's back, feeling the taut muscles underneath.He gasped for breath when Krycek bit down gently on his left nipple. Thisfelt so good, so good. Nothing else mattered but them right now, not thewar, nothing.

Krycek's mouth kissed and licked down the remainder of Mulder's body, pausingto tease his navel for a minute. He pressed his face into Mulder's belly,the fine hairs like silk under his cheek. He continued his journey untilhe reached the brown curls at Mulder's groin. They smelled of his musk andarousal. Krycek nuzzled Mulder's erection with his chin before licking upand down the shaft.

Mulder was shaking again. He had never felt this good before, so protected.He twisted the sheets in his hands as he felt Krycek's mouth engulf hiscock.

Krycek sucked on Mulder's cock for a minute before pulling back, teasingthe slit in the top with his tongue. The other man shivered under him ashe swirled his tongue around and over the head again and again. He thensnaked his tongue down to Mulder's balls, taking them in his mouth, suckingon the fragile skin.

"Oh, yes, yes, oh Alex," Mulder whispered.

Mulder was quaking with emotion. No one had ever done this to him before.He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, or both at the same time.

He felt Krycek pull off his balls and instinctively brought his knees upso Krycek could gain better access for what he knew would happen next. Amoan of pure ecstasy left Mulder's lips as Krycek's tongue teased the openingto his ass. He nearly shrieked when the tongue pushed inside.

Laughing, Krycek sat up and looked down at his lover. "You liked that?There is more to come, my beautiful Fox."

Krycek reached over to the tin of lubricant that he had placed on the nighttable beforehand. He scooped a small amount up with his fingers and placedthem against Mulder's puckered opening.

Mulder sighed and spread his legs wider. The fingers slid in easily, caressinghis prostate, bringing him harder, making him moan again and again.

Krycek removed his fingers, gaining a whimper from the man writhing on thebed. He coated his cock liberally with the thick petroleum jelly beforemoving between Mulder's legs. Slowly he entered into Mulder, gently imbeddinghimself into the hot channel. Once he was fully inside Mulder, he leanedover and captured a long kiss from him.

Mulder watched as Krycek pulled back from the kiss. Desire showed in hiseyes, not hate and hurt. He closed his eyes as Krycek wrapped his arms aroundhim and started moving in and out of him. Mulder wrapped his legs aroundAlex, joining them together in a double embrace.

Krycek slowly pumped in and out of Mulder. He never knew this would feelso good, so different. He felt something for this other man, this American.It was not quite love, but a need.

Mulder peppered Krycek's shoulders with kisses as he felt him slide in andout of him with ease. This was not rough sex, this was gentle lovemaking.

Krycek started to pump faster, he unwound himself from Mulder, stealinga kiss before he sat back on his knees. He gathered Mulder's hips in hishands and started thrusting into the other man, his eyes closed, head back,moans escaping his lips.

"My Fox. You belong to me, mein schoener Fox."

Mulder also closed his eyes as Krycek slammed into him, he opened them whenhe felt one of Krycek's hands close around his cock. It didn't take longbefore Mulder shot long streams of cum out and onto his own chest.

Krycek opened his mouth and let out a long moan as he came, thrusting afew more times to milk his cock. He collapsed on top of Mulder, his chestheaving. He then rolled to the side and looked at his companion. "Whydon't you get something to clean us up?"

Mulder froze. Did he want him to lick them clean? Panic swept through Mulderbut subsided as Krycek spoke again.

"There should be towels in the bathroom."

Mulder let out a sigh of relief as he rolled off the bed and went into thebathroom. A minute later, he came back with a damp towel and wiped themboth off, paying special attention to removing the lubricant.. When he wasfinished, he climbed back into bed and into Krycek's arms, where he dozedfor awhile. Suddenly, a hand was shaking him awake.

"Come, Mulder wake up. They cannot find you here. You have to go toyour own bed."

Mulder propped himself up on an elbow and looked at Krycek. "The doorsare locked."

Krycek shook his head. "If I get an urgent call in the middle of thenight, I do not want them to find us like this." He reached out andstroked Mulder's chin. "I am sorry."

Mulder got out of Krycek's bed and put his pajamas back on before returningto his own room, shutting the door behind him. He got into his own bed,checked the clock, then fell asleep.


He could hear screaming...screaming, he was screaming. No, he wasn't screaming,but someone else was screaming. Mulder sat bolt upright in bed. It was Krycek.Mulder's heart pounded as he opened the adjoining door and turned on oneof the lamps. Krycek was thrashing about on the bed.

Mulder reached over and shook Krycek's shoulder. "Wake up, you're havinga nightmare."

"Trudi! No, not my Trudi!" Suddenly Krycek was awake and realizedwhere he was. Sobs wracked his body and tears started to flow from his eyesas he remembered the dream.

Mulder bit his lower lip then sat on the bed beside Krycek. He reached overand stroked his short, dark hair "What is it?"

Krycek grabbed onto Mulder and held him tight, the only sounds coming fromhis mouth at that moment were sobs of pain.

Mulder brought his legs up on the bed and wrapped his arms around Krycek.He began rocking him, kissing the top of his head. He had never seen himso vulnerable, so scared. Krycek was always the man to be feared, the manin charge. Finally, Krycek's sobs subsided, and he began to calm down.

Krycek felt Mulder's strong arms around him and held on to him tighter.Whenever he had this nightmare alone, he would shake for hours, his kneesdrawn up to his chest, shivering under a mountain of blankets.

Mulder kissed the top of Krycek's head again and continued to stroke hishair. "Who's Trudi?"

Krycek took a deep breath and let it out shakily, then sat up. Tear tracksstained his cheeks, his nose was red and his cheeks puffy.

Mulder leaned back against the pillows and motioned for Krycek to come intohis embrace. Krycek laid his head on Mulder's chest, feeling the warmthof the other man's body beneath him.

"Trudi is...was my daughter." Krycek took another breath beforecontinuing. "At the start of the war, I lived in a small town on theborder with Poland called Danzig. I was running the family business thatmy father had left me the year before. I had gone to University to learnbusiness, graduating five years before. I was married and had a daughter.I went to Berlin on business for a week and while I was there, heard ofthe fighting along the Polish border. I got the first train out of Berlinand rushed home as fast as I could..."

Krycek started to cry again. Mulder rocked him in his arms and caressedhim until he calmed down again.

"When I got home, I found it was gone. Everything was gone. The Polishcavalry had swept in and destroyed most of the town. By the time I arrived,the German army had come in to push the Poles back. There were bodies everywhere.I ran to where my home was and saw it burnt to the ground. Everything Gretchenand I had worked for was destroyed. And my Trudi...my little Trudi...hersmall body was under there, somewhere. When we finally found her, she wasso battered, so..." Krycek broke away again and sobbed into Mulder'schest. "She was only four years old."

A tear slid down Mulder's cheek as he listened to Krycek tell his story.He remembered how his own father had been killed a few years ago, his shipsunk by a German U-Boat. His mother had gone mad soon after that, retreatinginto her own world where no one could reach her, the death of his fatherbringing back all the pain from his sister's death when he was eleven, frompolio. He closed his eyes and held Krycek tighter, both men lost in theirgrief.

Krycek had calmed down enough to resume his story. "I buried them together,Mother and Daughter, at peace with each other. Then I joined the army. Iwanted to get even, to show them that they could not stop me. I wanted revengeand I got it, over and over again. Now it's..." Krycek bit his tongue,no, he could not tell this American everything, it was too dangerous. Hesighed, it was if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, to confesshis feelings to someone. Krycek felt warm and aroused; Mulder was kissinghis shoulder. Krycek moved up to face him and kissed him on the lips.

Mulder returned the kiss and rolled them over so Krycek was underneath him.He moved down the other man's body, for the first time realizing he wasnaked. He licked the flat, brown nipples, gaining a sigh from Krycek.

Down he went, further until he reached his hard erection. Gently, Mulderpulled the foreskin back and put his mouth on the soft skin, moving down,engulfing him with his mouth. He sucked hard and strong, bringing Krycekoff quickly, ensuring to lap up the last drops of cum.

He moved up and kissed Krycek on the mouth, his tongue entering, sharingthe taste. He smiled at the German and caressed his face once more. "Ihave to go."

Krycek swallowed. "Yes, you should go," he whispered. He wantedMulder to stay the night with him and hold him in his arms, but he knewthe dangers of such things. Reluctantly, he let him go, watching as Mulderwent out the adjoining door which closed behind him.


The next few weeks were spent in much the same way. Mulder would take careof the small details while Krycek ran his prison. That's what it lookedlike to Mulder anyway. In fact, Krycek spent most of the time trying toorganize passage for himself to South America. He had to wait until Februaryto actually leave, which did not sit well with him, but he accepted it.He told no one and carried his secret in the pit of his stomach, where itwould cause him much painful grief and the inability to eat Ingrid's Sauerbraten.

At night, Krycek would take Mulder to his bed, sweetly exploring his body,bringing him to a higher plain of passion each time they met. Although hesometimes missed the taste of Mulder's blood in his mouth, this tendernesswas pleasurable in its own way too. He ached to hold Mulder all night inhis arms, to wake with him at his side. //It is foolish to think this way//,he told himself. They would never be left completely alone.

After the bombing of Berlin, Krycek knew he had to leave Germany and leavevery soon. The Allies were everywhere, advancing, yet the Reich was in denial.Things went on as usual despite destruction everywhere. Meetings were held,parties were planned. The Fuehrer held elaborate dinners and receptionsin his bunker, as if the Americans or Russians did not exist. Krycek knewHitler was crazy but didn't say a word. He went along with their stupidideas to keep himself alive.

When the bombs were falling on Berlin, he and his household staff ran downto the bomb shelter and waited. It was if an earthquake was shaking them.They sat together in the dark room, waiting for the tremors to stop.

The young maid was crying, Ingrid praying to Jesus Christ to save them all.Krycek himself trembled, grateful for the pitch blackness of the shelterso his staff would not see that he was scared. How he wanted to reach overand hold Mulder, caress him, tell him it would be all right. It must havebeen strange for him, hiding from his own Air Force, his friends, hopinghe would not get killed by one of his own bombs. He felt Mulder's fingersclose over his in the darkness, secure in the knowledge that no one couldsee them. Krycek knew he should not allow it, but he needed the comfortof Mulder's touch as much as the other man did. He had never liked totaldarkness. He turned his hand over to clasp Mulder's.

They sat like that until the all-clear was signaled.

Now he was on his way home from a day at Headquarters. His prison had beencompletely destroyed by a bomb, killing most of the prisoners. The onlyconsolation was that the idiot guards were killed as well. A shudder wentthrough him as he thought of Mulder and how if he had still been there,he would have been killed.

Krycek watched as his driver picked his way through the rubble that stillremained from the raid over a week ago, turning up roads that were no longerthere. He had gotten the word that tonight was the night to leave Berlinfor his journey to the coast. A few more hours and it would all be over.He would start a new life, somewhere else.

That afternoon, Mulder was in the study, dusting books when a young mancame in. He was stocky, with blonde hair and brown eyes. Mulder had notseen any other staff besides Ingrid and the maid, save for that franticrun to the bomb shelter last week. He didn't know who this was.

"Can I help you?" Mulder said, turning to look at him. His anklewas better now, enough so that he could put shoes on and walk. He did stillneed the crutch from time to time though when the pain flared up. He alsokept the bandage on for support.

"Amerikaner." That was the only word he said. The young man crossedhis arms in front of him and glared at Mulder.

Mulder stiffened and watched with fear as the man approached him. Mulderwondered if this was one of the guards that were posted outside the gatesto the house. He was certainly old enough to be in the army. Maybe he wasa prisoner as well?

"Can I help you?" Mulder said again. The young man was standingright in front of him.

"Amerikaner," the young man said then spat on his shoes. Thenhe swung and hit Mulder square in the mouth, splitting his lip.

Mulder fell back against the bookcase, his ankle twisting but held in placeby the thick bandage. He looked at the other man advancing on him again.Mulder was afraid of what would happen to him if he injured a German, butthe blonde seemed determined to hurt him. He was left with no choice andswung at him and caught him on the side of the jaw.

The blonde shook it off and came at him again. Mulder moved out of the way,the blow coming in contact with his shoulder.

"Wait, what are you doing? Who are you?" Mulder looked at themindless hatred in the young man's eyes. This scared him. It wasn't evenreally directed at him since the German didn't know him, but that wouldn'tstop the young man from killing him. He could see the desire to kill inhis eyes. "Who are you?" Mulder asked again.

Another punch came, this time in the kidneys. Mulder slumped to the floorin pain. The man kept punching and kicking Mulder, screaming in German.Mulder put his hands up to try to shield himself from blows, without muchsuccess. He had to get out of there, had to defend himself. He clawed atthe floor, dragging himself a few inches, trying to get away.

The punches and kicks made him groan in pain.

"Please stop, I don't even know you. Stop, I'm begging you." Mulder'spleas fell on deaf ears.

Finally, Mulder's grasping hand came upon something - the crutch. Usingall of his strength, he swung the crutch up and hit the young man in thebelly, knocking the wind out of him. He smacked him again with the crutch,this time in the head. Adrenaline shot through his veins as Mulder usedall his strength to stand and hop out of the room on his good foot.

In a panic, Mulder hopped down the corridor to his room, not daring to lookback. His ankle was sore, his sides ached, blood was dripping into his eye.He slammed the door behind him and locked it, then locked the doors to Krycek'sroom and the bathroom. He cowered in the corner, ready for the younger manto break down his door and continue beating him. Sweat prickled all overhis body, and he was shaking. An hour later, when the young man still hadnot come, Mulder crawled onto his bed, brought his knees up to his chestand started sobbing.


Krycek got home late. He should have just walked; it would have taken thesame amount of time. It was nearly dark when he walked into the front door,to be met by a frantic Ingrid.

"Sturmbahnfuehrer Krycek, there has been an incident."

"What do you mean?"

"Georg got in the house. I saw him coming down the back stairs withblood dripping from a cut in his head. He must have confronted the American.I went up to see if he was well, but his door was locked."

The vein in Krycek's forehead began to throb. He knew he should have nevertaken that fucking psycho in. Georg had been deemed unfit for the military;he was too violent, even for the Third Reich.. The guards were supposedto keep the back door locked, keep Georg out of the house. He was to doyard maintenance only.

"Where is Georg now?"

"He is in his quarters, behind the house."

"He did not run?"

"Georg is proud of whatever he did to the American."

Krycek took a deep breath, using every ounce of will he had to keep calm,and looked at Ingrid. "I will deal with Georg after I see what hashappened to Mulder. In the mean time, prepare supper for us. We will takeit in my room."

Ingrid looked at the floor then back up at Krycek. "Herr Oberst, therewas no meat today. No milk either. The delivery man said that the supplylines have been cut off and the Americans are advancing. Is this true?"

Krycek smiled, "Ingrid, you know better than to ask questions likethat. The Reich will win this war, I promise you." He put his handon her shoulder. "As for supper, any food will be good." Ingridgave him a weak smile then walked away. Krycek sighed, he knew she was right,but he could not have his staff in a panic, thinking they were losing thewar. He shook his head, now he had to find Mulder and see what that idiotGeorg had done.

He ran up the stairs to the study. The crutch lay broken on the floor, anda trail of blood led from the room down the hall to the back stairs. Hisheart began to race. Quickly, he strode down to Mulder's room, franticallydug out his key and unlocked the door. He flung it open to reveal a shiveringMulder, curled up on his bed. He carefully walked over to the tremblingman and turned the lamp on. He sucked in his breath when he saw the largecut above his eye, which had bled onto the pillow. Krycek gently untucked,then lifted Mulder's shirt to reveal the bruises that he knew were there.

"Georg," he whispered before taking a deep breath. "Mulder,who did this to you? Who touched you?"

"I don't know. He was a young man with blonde hair and brown eyes...hewas wearing a blue shirt..."

//It *was* Georg.// "Stay here, do not move."

Krycek stomped out of Mulder's room and down the hallway to the staircase,his leather coat flapping behind him. He flew down the stairs and out theback door to the servant's quarters. He found Georg, in his room, smokinga cigarette. The young man jumped as Krycek kicked the door open. Just asIngrid said, he had a large cut on the side of his head. His blonde hairwas stained red and brown from the drying blood.

Georg stood to greet Krycek when a slap nearly took his head off.

"You are a dead man." Krycek said, his low voice like molten leadcoming out of his mouth. "You have touched *my* property. You have*damaged* my property."

He grabbed Georg by the hair and dragged him down the hallway and outsideto the snow in the back garden.

"But, Sturmbahnfuehrer Krycek, he is just an American. Just a littleHund."

Krycek smacked Georg again, and the young man fell to his knees. Krycekloomed over him, wishing he had his riding crop with him. No, he was gladhe did not. He would not touch this offal with the crop that he had usedon Mulder. It was too good for him. Instead, he kicked Georg in the side,watching as pain washed over his face.

"He is mine! He belongs to me! No one else is allowed to..." //touch//"...beat..." //love// "...him but me! He is my property!"//friend// Krycek punctuated each word with another kick, drawing breathlessgroans of pain from the man on the ground.

"He is an American Hund! He is schwein!"

Krycek kicked Georg in the side again, watching him writhe in pain. Krycek'sface was red, sweat pouring off of him, despite the bitter cold. In a blindrage, he kicked and beat the other man before pulling his pistol and finishinghim off. He looked down at the blood darkening the snow in the faint twilight.Had this been daytime, a bright red stain would have been seen spreadingout from where the bullet entered George's skull. He stood there for a minutebefore he realized what he had done. He had killed people before, but itwas different now. It had no meaning anymore; it wasn't for a cause, orfor the war, it was all for nothing. Georg hadn't even felt his death; Krycekhad long since beaten him into unconsciousness. He stared at the body withflat, emotionless eyes. //What have I become?// Krycek slowly turned andwent into the house.

No one was waiting for him inside the house as he shut the heavy door behindhim. The staff knew better. When Krycek was in one of his moods, anyonecould fall victim to a bullet. He remembered the housekeeper he and hisfamily had had in Danzig. She had teased him when he was too serious andmade him cocoa when he came home from a trip. She had been part of theirfamily. How had he gone from that man, one who brought little gifts homefrom business trips for his housekeeper, to one who killed without feelinganything? Slowly, he made his way upstairs and to his room, throwing hisleather coat and hat on a chair before going back to Mulder. He noticedIngrid had left a tray of various cold foods on his side table. There wasa bottle of wine as well.

Mulder was still on his bed, curled up in a little ball. The cut above hiseye had stopped bleeding but would bruise and be sore for awhile.

Krycek sat on the edge of Mulder's bed and started caressing his hair. Noticinghe still had his gloves on, he took them off. He wanted to touch him withhis bare hands. He lay down on the bed beside Mulder and held him close,dry-eyed despite his horror at himself. He wished he could cry; at leastthen he would know that he was still human, not some kind of monster. //Thisis going to be over soon, no more hurting, no more pain. When I get on thatship, this will all be over.//

Mulder turned to face Krycek, his split lip throbbing. He saw the sadnessin his companion's eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sick of this. Sick of war, sick of violence and hate."

Mulder just nodded and snuggled into Krycek's shoulder. They lay there,trembling in each other's arms for a long time before Krycek got up.

"Come, let's have a bath. It will help you feel better."

Mulder swung his legs over the sides of the bed. He could stand on bothfeet, his ankle only hurting a little bit, the bandage having saved himfrom breaking or spraining it again. He followed Krycek to the bathroom,ensuring to lock all the doors along the way. He stood before him, seeingthat his eyes still looked so sad. Mulder reached out and caressed his face,down the stubbled cheeks and to his jaw. He began taking off the iron crosswhen Krycek's hand came up and ripped it off of his neck, flinging it ina corner, where it landed with a thud and a metallic clang. Mulder did notquestion his action, instead he kept undressing Krycek, unbuttoning hisjacket, then his shirt, removing his tie, taking off his boots and trousers,until he was completely naked.

Mulder stood back and looked at Krycek. He was beautiful. His frame waslarger than his own but just as muscular. His thick cock was growing witharousal.

Krycek watched with anticipation as Mulder undressed himself. He neededhim, needed to feel him, to touch him. Large bruises covered his torso andbuttocks, making Krycek turn away for a second. Tears of rage sprang tohis eyes as he saw what Georg had done to his lover. He wished he couldkill the bastard again for this. He'd died too quickly, too easily. WhenMulder was naked, he reached out and embraced him gently, running his handsover the purple blotched skin.

"I am so sorry. I should have got rid of him a long time ago."Krycek kissed Mulder who winced at the pain in his lip.

"How were you to know?"

"I knew Georg hated Americans; I should have gotten rid of him beforeI brought you here. I am sorry you were hurt because I did not take adequateprecautions. He was unfit for the army, so the Reich sent him to work here."Krycek shook his head in regret. "He must have been watching to seea breach in the guard watch. One of them was killed last week, and his replacementis unreliable, he leaves his post on a regular basis. Georg saw his chanceand took it."

Mulder frowned. He didn't like how people hated him because he was American.Couldn't they see that they wanted to help end the war? Although he supposedit was understandable since to do that, they would have to defeat Germany.If someone was trying to beat his country down, he'd probably hate themtoo.

"Let's not worry about that now. Let's have our bath." Krycektilted Mulder's head up to meet his gaze then smiled before planting a kisson his forehead. Despite his headache from the injuries Georg had inflictedon him, Mulder leaned into the kiss, enjoying the comfort of a touch thatwasn't intended to hurt him.

Krycek turned the taps on to fill the tub with water. He motioned for Mulderto sit on the chair while he looked at his ankle. Slowly Krycek unwrappedthe limb, revealing no new swelling or bruising.

"It looks fine." Krycek took advantage of his position and kissedthe inside Mulder's thighs, bringing a sigh from above. Smiling, Krycekstood and turned the taps off above the nearly full tub.

They eased themselves into the water, both men letting out a groan as thehot water enveloped their bodies. As their ritual, one after another theywashed each other, the sponge caressing their skin, teasing the sensitiveparts. After they were clean, Krycek held Mulder in his arms, nuzzling theback of his head, kissing his shoulders until the water grew cold.

Krycek got out of the tub first, dried himself, put on his robe, then helpedMulder out of the bath. Gently, Krycek dried Mulder, placing kisses on thebruises and scars that marked his body. While the bruises placed there byGeorg enraged him, he felt a certain sense of pride that he himself wasresponsible for all the scars. They showed his ownership of this man, andno one, Mulder included, would ever be able to deny it. When he was satisfied,he led Mulder to the chair in the corner and wrapped his ankle again beforebundling him up in a robe of his own.

"Are you hungry?" Krycek smoothed Mulder's hair back.


"Come, let's eat."

They sat at the small table, and Krycek poured the wine while Mulder triedto take a bite of bread. His mouth hurt too much. He put the bread downand settled for a sip of wine instead.

"You have to take small bites, like this." Krycek broke off asmall piece of cheese and put it up to Mulder's lips. Mulder's tongue snakedout to take the morsel of food from Krycek's fingers. Krycek grinned andtook a tiny piece of bread and dipped it in some blueberry preserves, beforeholding it up to Mulder's mouth.

Mulder reached out with his tongue and took the sweet tidbit from Krycek'sfingers, licking them as he did so.

Bit after bit of food was fed to Mulder this way, Krycek making sure hehad a full belly before starting to eat himself. He looked at his lover,who was sitting back in his chair, robe open to his thighs, drinking a glassof wine.

Krycek's cock was tenting his robe, throbbing, wanting the other man. Heknew, however, that he had better eat something now because it would probablybe a long time before he ate again. After he was full, he moved to the bed,motioning for Mulder to join him. They lay there, Mulder's head on his chest,caressing each other until he could stand it no longer.

Very gently, he kissed Mulder on the mouth, not wanting to reopen the woundplaced there by another man, then down his chin and neck. He wrapped hisarms around his lover and held on to him, sucking and licking the skin.

Slowly, he moved down to Mulder's nipples. The hardened buds stretched ashe pulled on them with his lips and his teeth.

Mulder wove his fingers through Krycek's short hair and let out a moan ashis nipples were played with. His cock was aching for this man.

Krycek moved down to Mulder's hardness, lapping up the spot of pre cum onthe tip. He then lay his head down on Mulder's thigh and closed his eyes.Mulder's smell was intoxicating; it was the smell of pure man and sex. Heopened his eyes and kissed the tip of Mulder's penis before moving upwards.

"Love me, Fox." Krycek said as he kissed up Mulder's body to hislips. "I want you to make love to me." Krycek gently kissed Mulder,careful of his cut. If this might be the last time they were together, Krycekwanted to experience everything.

Mulder was pleasantly shocked. The only time he had ever penetrated theGerman was that day...that horrible day when he had turned the tables andraped him. He couldn't believe that Krycek would allow him to take him afterthat. But he was thrilled and eager to comply.

Krycek rolled over on his back and caressed Mulder's swollen jaw with thetip of his fingers. "Please, Fox."

Mulder rolled over on top of Krycek and held him for a moment before movingdown between his legs. He brought his knees up and moved them apart to gethis lover ready. Mulder reached over to the familiar tin of petroleum jellyon the table. He coated two fingers and gently entered them into Krycek,gaining a sigh from him. He worked the fingers around, stretching the holewider until Krycek was thrusting against them.

"Please Fox, my beautiful Fox, love me."

Mulder slicked up his cock with the jelly and began to enter Krycek veryslowly. The tightness of his ass was incredible. Krycek tried to push himselfonto Mulder's cock, but Mulder put his hand on his partner's chest to stophim.

"Patience, Alex. I don't want this to be over too soon." Mulderbent down and planted a breath of a kiss on the soft hairs that coveredhis belly.

Krycek stopped pushing against Mulder's cock. He was right, he wanted thisto last forever. Slowly, Mulder entered him, one agonizing inch at a timeuntil he was finally buried inside. Krycek sighed with pleasure at the feelingof fullness. Although he had experimented with other male lovers when hewas young, before he married, Mulder was the only man he'd ever allowedinside him. Something about this man just made him want him like he'd neverwanted anyone before.

Mulder leaned over and kissed Krycek's belly again before starting to moveback and forth inside the hot, tight channel. He leaned over and wrappedKrycek in his arms, while Krycek's legs came around his lower back. So manytimes they had been in this position, but in reverse.

Krycek kissed Mulder's neck and shoulders, wanting to kiss his mouth, buthe knew that he would hurt his lip if he did.

It was as if time had stopped. Mulder thrust into Krycek, moving his hipsfrom side to side, gaining groans and sighs. Krycek's cock was trapped betweenthem, the hardness leaking fluid out of the tip onto both of their bellies.Mulder started to pump faster, his cock hitting Krycek's prostate, makinghim whimper and mew like a kitten.

Krycek gasped as Mulder leaned up then reached down to grab his cock. Hecame immediately with a shout, his hands clutching and grasping at Mulder'sshoulders, digging his fingers into the fresh bruises.

The pleasure and pain sent Mulder flying over the edge into oblivion. Hepumped hard, letting out a cry of joy, milking his cock of his seed. Whenhe could go no further, he collapsed on top of Krycek, moaning again ashis cock still shot fluid into his lover.

They stayed joined until Mulder fell out of Krycek with a whimper. Mulderreached over for the towel and cleaned them both up, Krycek peppering whateverflesh he could reach with kisses.

Finally, they came to hold each other in their arms, nuzzling each other,spreading light kisses over shoulders and chests before they dozed off.

Krycek feigned sleep as he felt Mulder brush his lips against his cheekand return to sleep the rest of the night in his own bed. Again he wishedthat just once they could have spent the entire night together in his bed,holding each other against the bad dreams. But it wasn't to be. When thedoor was closed between their rooms, Krycek waited a few minutes, then silentlygot out of bed and got dressed. Civilian clothes under his uniform, leathercoat and hat. From behind a hidden panel inside his wardrobe, he pulledout a small bag, packed, ready and waiting for this moment. He checked hispistol and made sure he had plenty of extra bullets along with a spare andthe knives he had been so proficient with in his youth. Then he collectedthe leftover food from the tray and put that in a handkerchief, stuffingit in a side compartment of the bag . It was actually fortunate that they'dhad a cold supper. It would travel better and last longer.

He went into Mulder's small room, the pale light from the doorway showinghim to be sleeping. Quietly, Krycek walked over and stood over his sleepinglover, watching his chest rise and fall with his breaths. It was time togo. He breathed in deeply then out again before bending over and kissingMulder on the forehead. A tear slid down his cheek as he turned and leftthe room for good.

To be continued.