Part I
Black Hole Sun
3:30 a.m.
A faint click was all
that was heard as Alex Krycek broke into Fox Mulder's apartment. Krycek, gun
drawn, entered the apartment, his ears attuned to catch any sound he may
hear...nothing. He shut the door silently behind him. He knew Mulder was not
home and was not expected back until tomorrow, but he couldn't take the chance
that he might return early. Krycek surveyed the dining room, living room,
kitchen and bathroom—still nothing. Carefully he entered the bedroom.
Mulder usually slept on the couch but sometimes used the bed, especially after
a long trip. Bed made, looks like no one has slept in it since Krycek
visited Mulder's apartment 2 weeks ago. Krycek relaxed, holstered his gun
and went back to the living room. "He cleaned up" Krycek mused as he took off
his backpack.
Alex Krycek had been breaking into Fox Mulder's apartment for
about a year now. It started when Krycek needed a place to hide for a few
hours and he knew Mulder was out of town. Krycek broke in and sat on the floor
in the dark until the coast was clear. He started doing it more and more, one
time sleeping on Mulder's hardwood floor for 2 days while a gunshot wound
healed. The bullet just grazed his calf but it was painful and he had to make
sure it did not get infected. Before he left, Krycek painstakingly ensured
every single object, every speck of dust was in the same place Mulder had left
it so as not to arouse suspicion. Well except the fish. The poor little guys
would have been dead had it not been for him.
Krycek removed a small
electronic device from his backpack. He turned it on and lights began to blink
on and off as he swept it over the walls, phone, computer, television,
videotape collection. It took him about 45 minutes to do the entire apartment.
"Bug free" he said aloud. If Mulder had only known he had saved him from
surveillance three times in the past year. He didn't only provide this service
for Mulder's sake, if anyone found out what Krycek had been doing he was a dead
man for sure. Krycek heard about the video camera in the apartment above
Mulder's apartment and the death of the man who was up there—that was before
his little visits started. He was glad Mulder killed that guy—he was an
asshole anyway. Krycek learned later that he used to bring tapes of Mulder
jerking off to those bastards and show them off. Those Bastards—Krycek's
pet name for those men who ruined his life. If Mulder hadn't shot that man
with the video camera, Krycek would have surely snapped his neck if he would
have found him first. There was something to be said about killing someone
with your bare hands, it was faintly erotic.
Krycek flopped down in a chair
and made himself comfortable. He was not in the mood to sleep and did not dare
turn on the television. The flickering light could be seen from the outside.
Mulder had to invest in some new blinds. He shouldn't have come so early.
Mulder was out of town until tomorrow ...but he needed to talk to him. He also
needed the time to think of what he was going to say and how he was going to
say it. Now that the well manicured man was dead, Krycek was surely one of the
next on the list. Hell when wasn't he next on the list? That fucking
smoking bastard, he will probably want me to kiss his ass now. Fuck that
smoking bastard, at least with the other man all he had to do was drive him
around and look dangerous to people. Now with him dead, Mulder's faith
restored in search for aliens and the X-Files re-opened that cigarette smoking
shit was on the rampage. He asked for Krycek to come by and talk but Krycek
was making himself unavailable. He had that little Spender boy to do his dirty
work now. That shit Spender, see if he can snap someone's femur with one
kick, see if he could survive a gulag, see if he could procure enough
armaments in a 2 hour period to wipe out a small town. Little fuck, he won't
last more than a month.
Krycek thought of Mulder and how mad he would be if
he knew he used his apartment as a safe house. It wasn't really that safe but
it was the last place people would be looking for him. He sighed. If Mulder
only knew he wanted to protect him, not hurt him. He was told to kill Mulder a
long time ago but never went through with it. The well manicured man, he knew
why Krycek did not want to kill Mulder. At least the well manicured man liked
Krycek and helped him. He would always persuade the smoking man not to pull
the trigger and end Mulder's life.
From that first day at Quantico seeing
Mulder's graduate picture, Krycek ached for him. He already had an interest in
the unexplained and knew Mulder's work well. He studied his cases, idolized
him, wanted to be him. Some of the other trainees thought Krycek had a
thing for Spooky. He did, he had a hot crush on Mulder. He would fantasize
about them together, at night, in his bed. He would think of how his voice
would sound, how he would smell. To see those hazel eyes in person gazing into
his own. That's what kept him going sometimes on that obstacle course. When
he thought he wouldn't make it he pushed himself harder because he knew that he
would be in the same league as Mulder if he could only finish.
Krycek's heart
gave a little flutter as he thought of the first day he saw Mulder live and in
the flesh. It was a bright, sunny March day in DC. Krycek was waiting outside
the J. Edgar Hoover building, his fresh picture on his shiny new pass dangling
from his lapel. He was there for one day for a seminar with his class and
wanted more than anything to meet Mulder. His stomach was in knots waiting for
him to appear. 45 agonizing minutes later, and nearly his whole lunch break,
there he was in all his glory strutting out the front doors. Krycek watched
him walk across the front courtyard, then turn the corner and disappear.
Krycek was bolted to the spot. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. This
magnificent creature had paralyzed him. He stood there another full five
minutes before going back inside the building to the conference room. Krycek
remembered every detail like it was yesterday, not years ago. How Mulder
squinted in the spring sunlight, how his overcoat flapped behind him, those
strong strides. He pictured muscular, well defined legs under those wool
pants. His tie—that tie! Palm trees! Krycek chuckled to himself at the
thought. Mulder had sure come along way in neckwear.
Krycek was starting to
get teased more and more about his fixation with Spooky Mulder. Hey,
Krycek, gotta date with Spooky tonight?, Hey Krycek, gonna dream about Mulder
tonight? To think they were supposed to be professionals and give their
lives for their country and protect people. The only thing Krycek could do
was make sure he dated a few of the female trainees and fuck them. The sex
wasn't that great. They would go out for dinner, maybe a movie. Then they
would head to this out of the way motel and have sex. These women weren't the
best in bed, they would just lie there and not make a sound the whole time.
The only way he could get through it was to think of Mulder beneath him. At
least it got the guys of his back.
Then came his first assignment as an agent
in New York in Research as they called it—help catalogue International
Monetary Fund payments going to drug lords that were being filtered through the
various governments the grants were going to. This amounted to him and two
other young, green agents looking at page after page of numbers a day,
photocopying, making deliveries and running errands. The days were long and
tiring but Krycek knew this was just to break them in. He knew how to play the
hurry up and wait game. He didn't mind the research so much, he was always
good with numbers. That's where he met Marita Covarrubias. Marita was working
her way up on the fast-track at the UN as one of the overseers and monitoring
agents of the IMF. He had to make a delivery of IMF contribution statistics
from Rwanda to her office at the UN and that day changed his life forever. The
blonde with the piercing ice blue eyes that locked on his as soon as he entered
the room took his breath away. Never before, well before Mulder, had he seen a
living being more beautiful. His hand actually shook when he handed her the
envelope.
"Mr. Krycek I assume?" she breathed in her husky voice. "I am
Marita Covarrubias, nice to finally meet you." She stuck out her hand.
Alex
was silent for a millisecond before he realized his mouth was open, he shook
her hand. "Yes, nice to meet you, it's Alex actually"
"Well Alex, this could
be your lucky day. You see, I need these statistics analyzed and broken down
by category and I hear you are a whiz with numbers." Marita was looking him
over, scanning his body in his new suit and crisp collar. She licked her
lips.
"I do all right" Alex's cock stirred from the look she gave him.
She
picked up the phone and dialed, not taking her eyes away from Alex. "Louis,
it's Marita Covarrubias...yes...fine thank you...well I'm actually calling
about your young Mr. Krycek, I'd like to borrow him for awhile to help me get
these Rwanda numbers straight...Yes Louis, I promise I will return him in one
piece". She hung up the phone. "Done. Report here, to me tomorrow, 8:00
sharp."
For the first week it was nothing but work—statistics, numbers,
formulas complicated enough to make his head spin. Then Friday it happened -
they worked until 8:00 p.m.—Marita suggested a drink after work—what he
didn't know was that she meant at her place. They had one drink then they went
at each other like dogs in heat. They fucked all weekend, that's what it was,
not making love but fucking like two animals going at it for the sheer pleasure
of going at it. That continued every night for a week then Alex went back to
the FBI office. There was no breakup, no strings, just two people using each
other for the pleasure of mind-blowing sex. Three weeks later Marita invited
him out for dinner and introduced him to that cigarette smoking bastard and his
whole life fell apart.
Krycek sighed and shifted in the chair. He reached
over to his backpack and grabbed a flask of vodka. H e took a large drink then
put his feet on the coffee table.
Yeah, he was young and stupid and believed
everything that asshole told him. He smoked cigarette after cigarette
promising him the moon. You'll move up quickly, you'll gain respect, your
career will take off, you'll rule the world! Krycek fell right into their
hands. Krycek asked about the FBI and was told he would still be working for
the FBI but would be answering directly to them and no one else. He accepted
their deal like a fool and that led him on a roller-coaster ride of near death
experiences and things he would rather forget. He remembered the training
they sent him on which was more of a terrorist school. Palestine followed by
Turkey and Afghanistan then a stint with the IRA. By the time he got back to
the United States he was a trained mercenary, a killer, a cold-hearted bastard,
a man aged beyond his years. Gone was the young, happy, energetic man full of
life with the laughing green eyes. His first mission for those bastards had
been a simple one—kill a man. Alex did it without thinking and ensured to
take his wallet and his watch to make it look like a robbery. One quick shot
to the head and that was that. Just another senseless New York mugging that
ended badly.
Krycek did what he was told to do, was a good little bad boy and
was rewarded for his efforts. When he was told he was going to be moving back
to DC and working with Fox Mulder he could barely contain himself. He took his
orders and left the building on East 46th Street in New York. He was supposed
to get a cab right to the airport but he was on too much of a high and walked
20 blocks. Finally something to make him smile, to make him happy again. On
the plane back to DC he flirted with the stewardess, chatted with people, he
felt like his old-self again. He didn't sleep the night before he was due to
start. Besides checking the consortium-rented apartment for surveillance
devices, he tried on at least a dozen suit combinations. The sound of Krycek's
heart filled his ears and he thought his chest would explode when he stuck his
hand out to Mulder. When Mulder wouldn't shake his hand his heart sank. Here
was his idol, his mentor, his secret crush and he was treating Alex like shit.
Mulder ditched him, disrespected him, probably even hated him. The one person
he wanted to get close to in the world thought he was a nuisance and a pain in
the ass. Same thing with Scully, no wonder why they called her the
Ice-Queen, what a bitch. She could have at least attempted to be civil to
him instead of whispering everything to Mulder, trying to block him out.
Krycek knew from the moment he saw them together that there was something
there, some chemistry between them. He knew that breaking them up would be a
hard thing to do for those bastards. There was an underlying love and respect
that he craved.
Krycek took another gulp from the flask.
Yeah, it was a
sorry-ass-heart-broken Alex that killed that tram operator and Duane Barry. He
also knew exactly what was going to happen to Scully but he didn't care. When
Mulder asked him for the keys to his car he almost ran for it. He knew those
cigarette butts were in there, those fucking butts! He threw him the keys
knowing that the jig was up and he had better high-tail it out of there and
back to New York. He was crushed, Mulder would hate his fucking guts now and
would probably never speak to him again. Mulder would hate him even more when
he thought Krycek killed his father, which he didn't—his dickhead of a
partner did. His partner ALSO killed Melissa. Mulder and Scully don't believe
him though, they never will. Any kind of happiness Krycek had drummed up
during that week, any facade of normalcy that he projected was gone. Back was
the mean motherfucker doing the dirty work of those bastards. Beating people,
stealing, killing for them, digging himself deeper in a hole he could not get
out of. Then he got a hold of that DAT and knew this was his trump card—too
bad it backfired on him. He made it look like he found out too much trying to
help them but they didn't fall for it. He knew those fuckers would try to
kill him but he didn't figure they would try to blow him up in broad daylight.
That cigarette-smoking fuck, he should have splattered his brains on the wall
instead of calling in idle threats.
Krycek got up out of the chair and moved
silently in the dark to the bathroom. He pulled out his small MAG light and
shone it in the toilet—he didn't want to miss. He flushed the toilet—he
used to piss in a bottle and take it with him to dispose of later but one night
he didn't bring his bottle and had to use the toilet. No one ever noticed. He
went back into Mulder's bedroom and opened the closet door. His flashlight
shone upon the row of suits and shirts. He turned off his flashlight and
leaned in close taking in Mulder's smell. He hoped to taste that wonderful
muskiness on his tongue very soon. He closed his eyes and stood there for a
few moments, breathing it in before closing the closet door and going back to
the chair in the living room. If Mulder only knew how many things had in
common, insomnia being one of them. How many nights had Krycek, unable to
sleep, come over to check on Mulder finding him on the couch at 3 in the
morning watching TV. He wished he could tap on his door and Mulder would let
him in and they would share a pizza and a beer and maybe even a bit more.
Wishful thinking.
When Krycek saw Mulder in Hong Kong he couldn't believe his
eyes, there he was in all his stubbled glory. That little jostle by the
phones sent his heart racing and his cock growling. Any body contact with
Mulder was good. How he wanted to take him right then and there in the
airport. With an obvious erection, Krycek went into the bathroom but that's
all he remembers until waking up in that fucking missile silo with a goddamn
UFO! Not until those revolutionary nuts came bursting through that door 2 days
later did he realize how close to death he had come.
Mulder wasn't really
thrilled with going to Kazakstan with Krycek for obvious reasons. The whole
way there Mulder snarled at him. Thank god he wasn't the one who had to deal
with Marita, if Mulder knew their history, he might not have been so keen to go
there. The only time he ever felt close to Mulder that whole trip was when
they were in the same cell. It was cold and damp and no matter how much you
hate someone, when you're freezing to death you hold on to them. Who would
figure Fox Mulder would be holding onto Alex Krycek for dear life in a cell in
Tunguska. Krycek didn't try anything there because he knew they were being
watched but he wanted to very much. He wanted to kiss him and make love to him
on that cold concrete floor. Unfortunately he had to settle for holding him in
his arms until Mulder fell into a fitful sleep. He felt bad that Mulder had to
go through the black oil experiment but what was he to do? They would have
surely killed both of them if Krycek hadn't played the heavy. Thank god he
escaped those stupid hillbillies just in time before they chopped his arm
completely off. They did cut through quite deep and it healed kind of funny
but he still had both arms. That year took a decade off his life. Living like
animals, stealing food, weapons, whatever they could. Finally Krycek had had
enough, he just needed an excuse to get out. Stealing from the army was like
stealing from homeless people. Those guys had it rough—the Russian Army was
now broke and run by the mob. A few soldiers left to join them at Tunguska as
life was better there—they didn't resort to eating dog food with stew
labels on the tins. That whole time in Russia was crazy, it was like the wild
west over there.
Then those people were burned and he knew the war had begun.
He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the charred bodies lying there—he
knew right away what had happened and the boy Dmitri just confirmed his
suspicions. He was scared shitless—the DAT was right! He knew he had to act
fast to get the vaccine out there or there would be hell to pay. Then he saw
her across the field, her blonde hair glowing like a halo in the sunlight.
He could have taken her right then and there in that field with those dead
bodies. They played it cool though, not letting on that they knew each other.
He meant it when he said they could kiss his ass—he now had the bargaining
tool he was looking for. All he had to do was contain the black oil in someone
until they got to New York where he could prove the vaccine worked. There was
the added bonus of knowing who was responsible for the fires and the bodies.
He knew Marita would play up the boy and he didn't care—as long as they gave
him what he wanted—his life. He stole the boy and the vaccine and tried to
save his skin. Then that fucking Marita double crossed him. Krycek smirked -
god she was as good as ever, even in his small bunk on the ship. He was
celibate for a long time and she just made him miss sex more. Then that other
man showed up and demanded the vaccine, handcuffed Krycek, his dick still wet
from Marita. He only gave it to him because he knew that Marita would come
down with the black oil sooner or later. Krycek did have some morals. He
bargained the vaccine for his life and that's what Krycek got. He was allowed
to live as long as he would provide some services for the other man from time
to time. Such as driving his fucking car around hells half acre, bringing that
smoking bastard back from Quebec. He really wanted to blow his fucking head
off in the snow that day. He had his chance but owed that other man, and as
much as it pained him to do so he followed his orders.
Krycek went to
Mulder's apartment that night in March thinking that if he warned Mulder, let
him know what was going down he would see that Krycek wanted to help him.
Mulder just laughed at him. That hurt alot. That beating off remark hurt
too. Krycek knew Mulder would never listen to his tale of love from afar that
night and resolved to leave it for another time. At the last minute he decided
what the hell and kissed him, on the cheek mind you, but it was a kiss.
Krycek's cock jumped at the memory. The only thing Krycek was shy and awkward
about was revealing his true feelings for Mulder. Tonight, however was the
night, no more bullshit, no more waiting, tonight Mulder would know just how
Krycek felt about him whether he liked it or not.
10:07 a.m.
"Scully, I think I
had these exact same eggs on the way to Florida."
"Mulder, they're
perfectly fine." Scully said as she put a forkful in her mouth. "What's the
matter are you not hungry? Are you sick?"
Mulder put his fork down and
looked at her. "Well, Scully, I kind of had breakfast already."
"What do you
mean?" Scully's eyes narrowed.
Mulder looked away "I don't know if I should
tell you Scully. You're always giving me grief about my diet."
"You went to
McDonald's didn't you?"
Mulder looked up at her "Yes, Scully, I had 2 sausage
McMuffins, a large coffee and 4 hashbrowns, and you know what—I enjoyed every
minute of it." Mulder grinned at her.
"And you think this food is of poor
quality? Ugh! Honestly Mulder, you'll eat anything greasy and bad for
you."
"Scully, you have to live a little once in a while. Besides, I'll work
it off in the pool when we get back"
"It's not the calories I'm worried
about. Do you know how much saturated fat and cholesterol is in fast
food?"
He gave her one of her dead-pan looks, regretting he said anything to
her. "Yes mom, I promise I will try to eat better in the future"
Scully gave
him a dead-pan look back, "I'm only telling you this because I care...son."
They both looked at each other for a moment and laughed.
Mulder pulled out
his walkman and motioned to her "Do you mind? I'd like to tune out for
awhile."
"Go ahead."
A few seconds later she tapped him on the shoulder.
"Mulder, can I have your biscuits?"
"Sure, have whatever you want, I'm not
eating it."
He put on his headphones, leaned back and looked out the window.
He was glad they were laughing at things now. Two months ago they wouldn't
have been laughing at anything. The tension was so thick for weeks after that
little boy was kidnapped. Nevermind that whole Diana incident and the
moodiness that plagued Scully. He was scared they would never be friends
again.
He stole a look at Scully. Her face was clear now. After they got
home from that horrendous experience in Antarctica, Skinner made them both take
a week off. Only after the Office of Professional Review had interrogated them
for a few days mind you. Almost 3 weeks it took for the cuprous that developed
from the frostbite she suffered to disappear. She still had a tiny bit of
scarring up by her ear but that was it. Scully was lucky, they might have had
to cut off an appendage or two. She couldn't keep anything down and lost her
appetite as well. Scully attributed the loss of appetite to the virus still
being in her system. God, look at her now, she was ravenous. In fact, she had
devoured both of their breakfasts already. Mulder shivered They almost didn't
make it. They almost really died this time. Thank god for those nosy
scientists and their sensitive seismic equipment jumping off the scale. Had
they not detected the earthquake made by the ship leaving they would be
penguin popsicles by now. THAT SHIP! That had to be one of the most beautiful
sights he ever witnessed. Mulder smiled to himself.
The past 9 months had
been a roller coaster of emotions, one of the hardest in his life. All his
beliefs, all his convictions shattered by a few well placed lies. He was not
sure what to think about anything during that time. He was not his usual self
either. Snippy, moody, brooding, well brooding more than usual. Most of all
he was depressed. How could everything he believed be a lie? Now he realized
that they fed him a lie to make him believe in the lie. Sometimes his life was
way too complicated. He should have never listened to any of those people and
stuck to his beliefs all along. He hated himself for acting the way he did.
He was a total sarcastic asshole. Laughing at people, tormenting people like
Spender, Krycek.
Spender! Now he had yet another person he has to watch out
for. So much for making friends and influencing people.
Krycek! Now that is
someone that he had been thinking about a lot lately. Holy shit, Ratboy was
telling the truth, imagine that! The whole thing about the alien war, the tip
about Wiekamp Air Force Base, everything. He damn well knew what he saw in
that truck confirmed everything Krycek said. Mulder did not want to convince
himself it was real after not believing for so long. It took him a good two
months to realize Krycek told him the truth. Mulder thought he was a dead man
for sure in his apartment that March night. He was not expecting Krycek to
attack him. Spender maybe, but not Krycek. Mulder was waiting for Krycek to
pull the trigger, or at least rough him up a bit. He got the surprise of his
life when Krycek kissed him! Mulder closed his eyes and relived that moment,
Krycek's lips pressed against his cheek leaving a trail of electric fire as he
pulled away, then he was gone. Mulder sat on the floor of his apartment for
awhile after that totally blown away, not just at the kiss, but at the way his
body reacted to it. Mulder had a hard-on that wouldn't go down until he
satisfied himself. Thank god it didn't take long as Scully came through his
door a few minutes later. How the hell did that happen? He wasn't gay, he
liked women—didn't he? He masturbated to them all the time. Most of the
time. Of course he liked women. He was married once for Christ sakes! There
was something about that Krycek that was appealing to him subconsciously and it
was driving him crazy. A normal, heterosexual man couldn't go around
fantasizing about Krycek's mouth on his cock. It wasn't normal, but god damn
it sure got him off. "I have to stop thinking about him!" Mulder said to
himself, "...but...I can't." Mulder let out a loud sigh.
"You ok
Mulder?"
"Yeah, just a little stiff from that damn motel."
"Are you sure?
You look like there's something on your mind."
"No, no more than usual,
conspiracy plots, alien abductions, assassinations, normal things."
Scully
rolled her eyes "Yes, Mulder, very normal."
End of Part II
7:22
p.m.
Alex Krycek had been sitting next to Mulder's door
waiting for him to come home for over three hours now. He was good at waiting,
but was growing impatient. His thoughts about Mulder ran over and over a
million times since last night. He was also agonizing about how to greet
Mulder when he did finally walk through that door. He could attack him, get
Mulder's weapons. That would reduce his chances of getting shot—maybe. He
could sit in the chair and say "Hi Mulder, miss me?" and hope that Mulder
wouldn't shoot him. He could leave and come back and hope Mulder wouldn't
shoot him when he knocked on his door. Any way you looked at it the getting
shot factor was up there. He opted for attack mode. It was better to be on
the offense than the defense. He put a pencil on the floor where Mulder would
bend down and pick it up, then whammo, he'd have him. Krycek would make sure
he didn't hurt him though. He would try not to hurt him. He heard heavy
footsteps in the hall and pressed closer to the wall. A key went into the lock
and the door swung open. There was Mulder 2 feet away from him. Krycek's
heart was pounding. Mulder kicked the door shut with his foot, dropped his
briefcase on the floor and flung his coat on the chair. He noticed the pencil.
Mulder bent down to pick it up. Now was the time for Krycek to make his move.
Krycek had him pinned and on the floor in seconds. He found his SIG in his
holster and his backup on his ankle.
"What the fuck? Krycek?! Get the fuck
off me!"
"Hang on Mulder, I just..."
"I don't care what the fuck you
just! I'm going to kill you! What the fuck are you doing in my
apartment?"
"Mulder, I..."
He didn't have time to finish the sentence as
Mulder used all his strength to roll him and Krycek over. Mulder used too much
force and rolled over too far. A loud crunch was heard as Mulder's face went
into the leg of the coffee table.
"Awww shit, shit, shit!"
"Mulder are you
ok?"
"I think I broke my nose."
"Let me look at it."
Krycek helped Mulder
sit up, but made sure to hold the gun on him. He shone his MAG light in
Mulder's face.
"Well it doesn't look broken but it's bleeding, do you have
some ice?"
"Yes I have some fucking ice, in the fucking freezer where it
usually fucking is, Krycek!"
"Mulder, I want you to calm down and then I'll
get you some ice and a towel for your nose."
"I AM calm for someone who has
just been attacked in his own apartment."
Krycek sighed, "Look Mulder, I
just came here to talk to you but I had to disarm you or you would've shot
me."
"Is that your excuse these days? You're just visiting?"
"Come on,
just....just stay here and I'll get something for your face ok."
Mulder
grumbled something as Krycek stood up and went into the kitchen. He dampened a
tea-towel and put some ice in a plastic bag. When he got back to the living
room he was surprised to find Mulder was still sitting there waiting for him.
Krycek sat on the floor next to him.
"Here, let's wipe that blood off you" as
he reached out to Mulder to wipe his face.
Mulder grabbed the towel from him.
"I can do that myself." Krycek handed Mulder the bag of ice.
"I think it's
mostly my cheek, not my nose. It's going to bruise—a lot like
yours."
"What?"
Mulder cracked his fist up against Krycek's jaw. Krycek
saw stars and fell back, hitting his head on the hardwood floor. He wasn't
knocked out but that was a powerful blow. He had to lay there for a minute
until the room stopped spinning.
"Now we're even" said Mulder as he threw him
the bag of ice. "Here, you'll need this more than I will."
Krycek sat up.
"Fine." The two men regarded each other, sitting on the floor in the faint
light from the street. Bruises starting to form on their faces.
"Now
Krycek, will you please tell me why you are here in my apartment on a Friday
evening?"
"I told you, I wanted to talk to you." Speaking was becoming
painful for Krycek. He held the bag of ice to his face again.
"You know,
normal people, they pick up the phone, they write a letter, they e-mail. You,
you just break into my apartment and attack me and expect me to listen to
you."
"Mulder, I'm not normal" Mulder laughed at him. "No, I don't mean it
like that." Krycek continued, "my life, it's not normal. Do you really think
you would read an e-mail message from me?"
"You're right." Mulder chuckled
then began roaring out loud at how totally ridiculous the idea was. It took
Mulder a few minutes to regain his composure. By that time Krycek was laughing
as well but it hurt so much he was trying not to.
"Ok, what's this all about.
You're obviously not here to kill me or I would be dead already."
"I told
you, I just want to talk to you."
"You keep saying that. Fine, I'm here,
talk."
"Well, first things first." Krycek gave him his guns back. "I
promise not to kill you if you promise not to kill me."
"If you think you are
going to pull one fucking stunt you're a dead man Krycek"
"I promise, I keep
telling you I'm not going to hurt you..." Mulder looked up at him
"...anymore."
Mulder reached up and turned on his lamp, which made a small
pool of light on the floor. He saw Krycek's face and could see the outline of
his knuckles along his cheek. He looked down at his stained white shirt then
he looked back at Krycek who put the ice back to his face. He noticed how his
piercing eyes had gained the slightest hint of a wrinkle. His hair was cropped
short but fashionable. Mulder's eyes traveled up Krycek' body from his black
boots to his worn black jeans to that tight black T-shirt. He also noticed an
erection in those worn Levi's. Mulder closed his eyes and leaned back so his
head was resting against the desk chair. He could feel his body stirring to
the sight of Krycek and tried to will it away.
"Krycek, please say what you
have to say and go."
"First of all, could you call me Alex?" Mulder opened
his eyes and looked into those deep, dark pools.
"ok, Alex, say what you
have to say and go."
"Mulder, we've known each other for years now. Our
relationship, if you may call it that, has been one of violence." Alex took a
deep breath, "Personally, I want it to stop. I know I came here tonight and
attacked you but I don't want to do that anymore. I want you to know how I
feel about you, how you are on my mind all the time."
Mulder raised his
eyebrows but kept his expression calm.
"Mulder, I want you to know three
things. One, I didn't kill your father, my partner did, he is also the same
man who killed Scully's sister Melissa." Mulder's face was turning red and
Alex knew he didn't have much time before Mulder's temper went over the
edge.
"I also want you to know that from the second I knew about you I
respected you and wanted to work with you. I've always wanted to get close to
you. Lately, I've just plain loved you."
"What?"
"Mulder, I...from the day
I met you the only thing I've ever wanted from you is to be your friend.
Unfortunately deals were made and things were done that have given you reason
to hate me..."
"You're fucking right on that point!"
"Hear me out Mulder.
I was trying to protect you, not kill you when they sent me to be your partner.
They wanted you dead and the only reason you lived was because I wouldn't let
it happen. How could I kill the man I loved?"
"Krycek...Alex...let's review
for a second and tell me who the fuck killed my father if it wasn't you?"
"It
was my partner, Lois. We were going to warn your father not to tell you
anything or he would be killed. That idiot pulled the trigger anyway. Same
thing with Melissa—he was all trigger happy and could not control himself.
We weren't supposed to kill anyone."
Mulder put his fists up to his eyes and
rubbed them.
"So what you're telling me is that you weren't going to kill
them then, just later?"
"That's what they wanted us to do but I was not
going to let that happen. Don't you see Mulder, I was trying not to kill you
or anyone else around you. I would have deliberately botched things up if it
had come down to that, let them get away."
"Well, if this Lois guy did kill
my father and Melissa then what happened to him?" Mulder said
sarcastically.
"I killed him" Alex looked Mulder straight in the eyes. "I
put five bullets through his skull."
Mulder blinked. "You're serious, aren't
you?"
"Of course I'm fucking serious! I've never been more serious in my
life!" Alex moved closer to Mulder. "Can't you see that I wanted you to live?
Can't you see that I care about you? That's why I came to warn you that night
about the war that was starting between the Aliens. I was trying to make you
see what was really happening and you laughed at me! I was trying to help you
be a solution to a problem and you fucking laughed at me!" Tears sprang to
Krycek's eyes. "Well fuck you Fox Mulder! You now know what the hell I was
trying to do all these years. I come here to confide in you and you punch me
out. Then I tell you I love you and you ignore me! Why the hell do I put up
with all of this shit?"
"Hey, Alex, what was I supposed to think? The minute
I start to like you I find out you were a spy for that cigarette smoking man.
I was told you killed my father and Melissa. Then I see you in Hong Kong and
when I try to arrest you, you get all freaky on me. You leave me in Russia
where I get my ass kicked. Then you come in here with this doomsday speech and
fucking kiss me! What the hell am I supposed to think? And, let me remind
you, you attacked me tonight Alex. You deserved that punch."
Krycek was
shouting now, the pain in his jaw ignored. "I was locked in a missile silo for
3 days and when I wake up I find myself covered in oily shit next to a fucking
UFO! You left me handcuffed to a balcony overnight in winter! You and Skinner
beat the crap out of me! I almost got my fucking arm cut off in Russia, thank
you very much! I was trying to create a diversion so you could get your ass
out of there! I nearly lost my life trying to bring peace to this world! AND
you still ignored me when I said I loved you!"
"YOU bring peace to this
world?" Mulder laughed. "Who the hell do you think you are, Santa
Claus?"
"Where do you think you got the vaccine against the black oil for
Scully? The same vaccine that made those Aliens high tail their ass to
wherever they came from."
Mulder's face lost all it's color.
"Who do you
think developed that vaccine Mulder? The Russians did in Tunguska. I took it
because I knew it would be wasted there. I knew that the war had begun and I
had to stop it. Then those bastards stole it from me. Thank god you
unwittingly used it to fuck up their plans with the alien
colonization."
Mulder closed his eyes "How do you know about
Antarctica?"
"What do you mean how do I know?" Mulder looked at him. "They
did record your meeting with the Office of Professional Review. I just made
sure I eavesdropped a little."
Mulder ran his hands through his hair. "What
do you mean you love me?"
Krycek was taken aback, convinced Mulder would just
keep ignoring that remark. He sighed and looked in Mulder's eyes. "I love you
Mulder, I have always loved you, from the first time I set eyes on you." He
moved his hand and put it on Mulder's ankle. "I know you feel for me too, I
can tell." His eyes shifted from Mulder's face to his crotch where his cock
was straining against the material of his pants.
"I'm not sure what I feel
right now Alex."
Krycek looked into Mulder's hazel eyes.. He moved his hand
higher up his leg from his ankle to his calf.
The touch of Krycek's hand sent
shivers up Mulder's spine. He closed his eyes and let out a moan as Krycek ran
his hand up to his thigh and gripped the hard muscle there.
"Don't fight it
Mulder, just let it happen." Krycek moved in and barely brushed his lips with
his own.
"I....I'm not gay." Mulder breathed back.
"You don't have to be
Mulder, you just have to enjoy yourself." Krycek licked Mulder's lips.
"I
don't know."
"Mulder, let it go, just be with me."
Krycek kissed Mulder,
softly at first, testing the waters. Mulder kissed back. Krycek slipped his
tongue into Mulder's mouth and felt no resistance. Mulder put his hands on
Krycek's arms, bringing him closer until he was leaning against Mulder's
chest.
Krycek kissed him harder now, his breath growing ragged, his cock
aching in his jeans. He moved down to Mulder's throat feeling his stubble
grate against his own. Krycek finally tasted that sweet muskiness of Mulder he
craved so much for so long. Krycek pushed the pain in his face to the back of
his mind. Nothing was going to prevent him from making love to Fox
Mulder.
Krycek reached up and undid Mulder's tie, pulling it free from his
neck. He then undid the buttons on Mulder's shirt, moving his mouth down as he
did so.
Mulder leaned his head back and licked his lips. Mulder's body was
on fire, never before had he wanted something so badly as he wanted Alex Krycek
right now. He drew in his breath as Krycek sucked and nibbled on one of his
nipples. Krycek slowly moved his mouth up to Mulder's neck again while his
hands explored Mulder's muscular torso.
"See Mulder, you just have to enjoy
yourself." Alex exhaled as he sucked on an earlobe.
Mulder suddenly pushed
him back and stood up. He grabbed Krycek's hand and led him into the
bedroom.
"If we're going to do this Krycek, I want to do it right."
"Nice
and slow, hey Mulder?"
"Nice and slow Alex."
Mulder thrust his tongue down
Krycek's throat, wanting to devour him. His hands moved up Krycek's back and
down to caress his ass. Mulder pressed against Krycek, feeling their erections
rub against each other through the layers of fabric. He grabbed the hem of
Krycek's t-shirt and brought it up over his head, running his hands over his
chest, feeling the sparse hair there. He tweaked a nipple between his thumb
and his index finger feeling Krycek react with delight. He pulled away and
bent his head to suck on that nipple. He traced a path to the other one with
his tongue, nipping at his skin with his teeth as he went. Krycek
moaned.
Krycek slid Mulder's shirt off his broad shoulders and ran his hands
over that muscular body one more time, not believing his wish had come true.
He unbuttoned, then unzipped Mulder's pants leaving them to fall to the floor
around his ankles. Mulder's cock was pushing at the boxer shorts underneath.
Krycek bent down and removed Mulder's pants and socks. Then came the part he
knew he would like the best—the boxers. Krycek slowly pulled them down
Mulder's legs, flinging them aside. Mulder's hot member bobbed in the air.
Krycek had never been so hard and his jeans were making it uncomfortable.
There was no way he was taking them off—that was Mulder's job.
"Mulder,
you're one fabulous specimen." Krycek's tongue circled the head and ran along
the top, teasing the opening.
"Ohhhhhh God", whimpered Mulder.
He licked
the moisture that had formed on the tip, savoring the taste of Mulder again
that drove him crazy. He took Mulder half way into his mouth, swirling his
tongue over and around, teasing the tender spots. He lapped the underside of
the head following along the curves of Mulder's cock.
"Yesssss, Alex, oh
yessssss."
Krycek relaxed his throat and took the entire length of Mulder
into his mouth.
Mulder grabbed Krycek's hair with one hand and the dresser
with the other, lest he fall over from ecstasy. This was the finest blow-job
he had ever received in his life and it just started. Krycek pulled back
letting almost the whole length fall out of his mouth before sucking him back
again.
Mulder could only moan, language forgotten for a moment.
Krycek
quickened his pace, reaching around to grab that ass. "Oh that ass, how long
have I wanted to squeeze that ass" Krycek thought to himself. Mulder was
moving against him now, thrusting deeper into Krycek's mouth. Krycek teased
the opening to Mulder's ass with a finger. He found it very tight and only
managed to get up to the second knuckle inside.
Mulder groaned again and
looked down at what Krycek was doing to him. It was almost too much to bear.
The feeling of Krycek's mouth on his cock, the feeling of his finger in his
ass. Krycek brought one hand around to caress Mulder's balls. It was sensory
overload, he could not hold on much longer.
Mulder let out a cry and his
fingernails gripped into the wood of the dresser as he went over the edge. His
balls tightened in Krycek's hand and he spilled himself into Krycek's mouth.
Krycek swallowed every drop.
Krycek licked his way up Mulder's body and
kissed him on the mouth. Mulder's head was spinning, the taste of his own cum
in Krycek's mouth made him want so much more.
"I think you have mastered the
art of letting go." Krycek kissed Mulder again.
"Thank you, that was
wonderful."
"You're welcome." Krycek peppered Mulder's face with
kisses.
"I do, however, think you are overdressed Alex." His hands moved
down to the jeans, unbuttoning the buttons on the fly one by one. Krycek's
large member springing forth.
"No underwear Alex? Didn't your mom ever tell
you to always have a clean pair of underwear on in case you get abducted by the
FBI and taken to Russia?"
"I don't own any underwear so how could
I?"
Mulder looked up at Krycek "everyone has underwear, don't they?"
"Not
me."
Mulder pulled off Krycek's boots, jeans and socks. He stood up and
kissed Krycek probing his tongue with his mouth.
"Come here." Mulder said as
he pulled Krycek to the bed. They lay down, caressing each other, exploring
the newness of each other's bodies. Mulder's hand moved down and gripped
Krycek's large erection. He was surprised by the size of it. He stroked it
gently. Feeling another man, this man, for the first time felt so
right.
Krycek's chest was heaving up and down in tune with his sharp breaths,
he could barely whisper "Mulder".
Mulder rolled over onto Krycek, delighting
in the hardness of the body beneath him. This was so different from a woman.
Women were soft and round. Krycek was soft, yet hard at the same time. He
moved down to Krycek's chest, using his tongue to trace a pattern down to his
navel. He stopped. He wasn't sure what to do next.
"Are you ok ?"
"Alex,
I've never done this before."
"Nice and slow Mulder. Nice and slow."
"I
just want to make sure I do it right."
"Mulder, you don't have to do anything
you don't want to do."
"I want to do this Alex."
Mulder hovered over
Krycek's erection for a second then licked the head. Krycek let out a growl.
Mulder licked the head again, tasting the pre-cum that had gathered at the tip.
The taste of Krycek drove him wild. He licked along the underside of the head,
flicking his tongue along the back. He put the head in his mouth swirling his
tongue around like what had been done to him so many times before. He could
not get more than the head and a bit in his mouth. He used his hand to grip
the rest of Krycek's throbbing, hard penis.
"Mulder, that feels so good."
Krycek gripped the sheets, twisting them in his hands.
Mulder went down
another inch and stopped, bringing his lips tightly around Krycek while sucking
in. He then relaxed and was able to get another two inches. That was as far
as he could go. With his fist around the base of Krycek's cock he drew his
mouth up and down, slowly. He wanted to make this new experience last. Mulder
was hard again and the more he sucked on Krycek the harder he became.
Krycek,
was in heaven. How he fantasized about this moment over and over in his
dreams. He did, however, have one more thing that he wanted to experience with
Fox Mulder.
"Mulder, do you want to fuck me?" Krycek gasped.
Mulder
brought his mouth off of Krycek.
"I would like that very much Alex," swirling
his tongue across the head one more time. Krycek gave a little jump.
"Come
here, lover." Krycek brought Mulder up to him and gave him a deep kiss. "You
stay here, I'll be right back." Krycek ran to his knapsack and got the condoms
and the tube of astroglide he made sure were easy to find.
"Aren't you the
little Boy Scout." Mulder teased.
Krycek put the condoms on the bedside
table. "Give me your hand." Krycek took three of Mulder's fingers in his
mouth. Mulder gasped. Krycek sucked on them, looking straight into Mulder's
eyes. Mulder bit his lower lip in anticipation. Krycek released the fingers
one by one. He took Mulder's hand in his and then covered the three moist
fingers with the lube.
"Here you go, lover." Krycek rolled onto his stomach
and spread his legs.
Mulder parted Krycek's ass cheeks and entered one
finger, teasing the tight muscle at the opening. The heat and tightness of
Krycek's ass was tantalizing. He entered another finger and felt Krycek jump.
He moved his fingers in and out feeling Krycek loosen under his teasing. How
Mulder wanted to be in there, his cock was aching for it.
"Oh yeah, baby, one
more, one more."
Mulder spread some more lube on his fingers and entered the
third finger. He was amazed at how Krycek's ass relented to this. God he
wanted to be inside there. Mulder grabbed a condom off the table and quickly
put it on. He covered his penis with a generous amount of lube and started to
enter Krycek.
Krycek brought his hips up to Mulder who was kneeling behind
him. "Go slow, yes, that's it."
Mulder could not believe how tight and hot
Krycek's ass was. Slowly he entered, the pressure on his cock was amazing.
Finally he was all the way in. The feeling of being inside this man was
driving him wild. Mulder began rocking his hips, barely pulling out. Sweat
trickled down Mulder's brow and on to Krycek's back. He should go slow, make
this last.
"Fuck me Mulder, god, fuck me." Krycek growled.
Mulder started
to thrust into Krycek harder with each stroke. Mulder leaned over that
muscular back before him and grabbed Krycek's stiff cock. Mulder matched every
thrust of his hips to the motion of his hand. Krycek was so tight, the feeling
was extraordinary, he never wanted to leave.
"Ohhhhhhh yeah, oooh Mulder,
yeah." Krycek was enjoying this. His fantasy came true and it was all he
could do to hang on and not come just yet.
Both men were moaning, resembling
dogs growling at each other.
It didn't take Krycek long to start bucking
under Mulder. He came into Mulder's hand with a great force.
"Mulder!"
Krycek shouted.
When Krycek was stripped of every last drop Mulder kneeled
upright and increased his pace. Using his hands to grip Krycek's hips, he
thrust back and forth, meeting him with every stroke, bringing himself to the
edge. Mulder saw stars when he came, letting out a loud cry. He collapsed on
top of Krycek.
They lay there for awhile until Mulder finally pulled out. He
discarded the condom and lay next to Krycek. Krycek wrapped his arms around
Mulder, kissing him gently. Holding onto each other's sweat covered bodies the
two men dozed off
10:32 p.m.
Alex Krycek awoke to a throbbing
pain in his face and a dull ache in his ass. It was dark now. Light from the
street streamed in the window throwing a broken pattern across the bed. He
tried to smile as he remembered what happened just hours ago. The pain in his
cheek where Mulder punched him was unbearable. He rolled over to see the other
side of the bed empty. He sat up with a start, wondering where Mulder was
until he noticed the shower running. Krycek lay down again and put his head on
Mulder's pillow which held his scent. Krycek pressed his face to the pillow
and breathed it in. How he loved the smell of Mulder. He wished he could
bottle it. He heard the shower stop and Mulder came in a few minutes later
wearing a bathrobe. Mulder turned on the bedside lamp and sat beside Krycek.
Droplets of water on Mulder's exposed chest glittered in the light.
"You're
awake." Mulder reached out and put his hand on Krycek's thigh.
"I woke up 10
minutes ago." Krycek winced at the motion of his mouth moving.
Mulder's eyes
grew wide. "Alex, your face!" He ran the backs of his fingers gently across
the bruise. "Oh my god, look what I did to you." Mulder kissed the bruise
softly. "I'm very sorry I hurt you."
Krycek sat up. "That's ok Mulder, I've
been worse. Besides, your nose looks a little larger than it did a few hours
ago."
"Yeah, it's a little puffy" Mulder smirked.
Krycek put his hand to
Mulder's face, bringing him in for a kiss. Mulder broke free.
"Alex, I think
we should talk."
"That's a switch, you asking me to talk."
"I think we
should let each other know where we stand."
"Sure." Krycek said
hesitantly.
"Look, I'm starving. I'm going to order in something for us and
then we can talk okay?" He looked into Krycek's eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not
going to hit you again. Tell you what. Take a shower and when you come out
the food will be here."
"Alright."
Krycek padded naked to the bathroom and
took his shower. When he got back to the bedroom he found shorts and a t-shirt
laid out for him. He got dressed then went out to the living room where Mulder
was watching TV.
"Chinese will be here in a minute. I got you a cold one out
of the fridge" Mulder said not taking his eyes off of the TV but motioning to
the beer spilling condensation on the table.
"Thanks."
Krycek sat down
beside Mulder who was flipping around the channels. He finally threw the
remote down on the coffee table after settling on Headline News.
"Alex,
I..."
There was a knock on the door. Mulder looked at Krycek and pursed his
lips together. He then got up and went to the door. He paid the man and
brought everything over to the coffee table.
"I hope you like lo-mein, I
thought it would be nice and soft for you to chew."
"Good idea." Krycek
smirked. His face hurt like hell. He was going to have to get some pain
killers soon if it didn't subside.
Krycek picked up the chopsticks that came
with the meal and dug into one of the cartons. The left side of his face had
stiffened while he slept and had to chew on the right side. They ate in
silence and watched the news for 10 agonizing minutes
"Is it ok?" Mulder
asked breaking the silence.
"It's great, I never usually stray from meat and
potatoes."
"My Dad was like that, he had to have a big slab of meat every
night." Mulder winced as soon as the words came out of his mouth.
"Yeah,
mine too."
They fell into silence again.
"I'll get us a few more beer."
Mulder stood up and went to the kitchen.
Krycek put his now empty carton on
the table. He put his head in his hands then ran them through his still damp
hair. This is really starting to sour bad. He didn't want a commitment. He
just wanted to leave.
"Alex, do you ever see your family?" Said Mulder with
two fresh beer in his hand. He gave one to Krycek who took a sip.
"They
think I'm dead."
"What?" Mulder's face showed concern.
"They think I was
killed in the line of duty."
"Oh my god."
"About 4 years ago after all the
shit with the smoking man and me having to suddenly leave the country. They
told my family I was killed protecting something very important and they
should be proud. It was a beautiful ceremony, full honors. I should be lucky
enough to have a service like that when I really die"
"How can you be so
nonchalant about all this?"
"I've developed a thick skin. Look at all the
crap I've been through in the past 6 years. Nothing fazes me anymore." Krycek
took another sip of his beer.
"You've had a hard life, haven't you
Alex?"
"I had a pretty normal childhood. I was like anyone else. I went to
school, played hockey with my brother, blew stuff up with M-80's and cherry
bombs in my backyard." Krycek looked through Mulder as if he wasn't there. "I
go sometimes to see them, in my hometown. My mom is a grandmother now. My
brother has married and they have 3 kids. They don't know I'm watching them
and I see the birthday parties and all the stuff I'm missing. They even named
their oldest boy Alex".
Mulder was speechless.
"So I sit there, in my
car, or in the woods and point a high-power camera at the house with a
microphone and watch and listen for hours. It really sucks not being able to
let them know I'm still alive." Krycek suddenly realized he was telling Mulder
more than he wanted him to know right now. "It's for the best though."
"How
can it be for the best Alex? You have a family, they should know you are still
on this earth."
"Why, so those bastards can come and do something to them?
No way! I'd rather die then have them do to my family what they did to yours."
Krycek regretted those words as soon as they came out of his mouth but it was
too late. He expected fury from Mulder who remained surprisingly calm, sipping
his beer.
"Yeah, well it comes with the territory. If my old man hadn't been
who he was then things would have been different." He turned and looked at
Krycek. "I'm going to get those fuckers one day Alex, I promise."
"You just
name the day and the place and I'll be there."
Mulder smiled. He poked at
his noodles which had since gone cold.
"Mulder, why don't you tell me what's
really on your mind." Krycek said, anxious to change the subject.
"I.." He
looked at Krycek. "I'm just going to say it. Alex, I'm not looking for a
relationship. I'm not good at relationships. I suck at relationships. The
only person who tolerates me is Scully and that's only because she gets paid to
do it."
Krycek started giggling.
"What? What the hell is so damn
funny?"
Krycek was laughing now, putting his hand to his face, the pain was
unbearable.
"What? Dammit Krycek, tell me what the fuck you're laughing
at!"
"You, Mulder. You looked so serious, I thought you were going to
propose or something."
"Sure, turn it into a joke, I was trying not to hurt
your feelings."
"Believe me, you can't hurt me anymore than you have
already." Tears were streaming out of Krycek's eyes now.
Mulder sat back and
waited for Krycek to get himself together. He started giggling too. He had
never heard Krycek laugh before and it was contagious. It was nice to see this
side of him. He had such a nice smile, his whole face lit up. Those sexy eyes
had sparks in them. God he wanted him. Mulder took a deep breath and shifted
position to make himself more comfortable in his shorts.
"Mulder, I didn't
come here looking for a relationship either. I really do have feelings for
you. Feelings that have been pent up for so long that I just had to tell you.
I didn't say I loved you to make you feel obligated to love me back."
"So
what is it then, a one night stand? A conquest?"
"No."
"What
then?"
"Lovers."
"Lovers?"
"No strings attached."
"Just sex?"
"Not
just sex, we can enjoy each other's company but no baggage."
"So essentially
friends?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right, friends."
"Is that something you're
game for?"
Mulder downed the last of his beer. "I'm game."
"I'm glad,
really I am." Krycek leaned over and kissed Mulder on the lips tasting the
beer.
"Aren't you supposed to give me a pin or something?"
"Ha ha." Krycek
mocked. "It does mean that you have to come to a Capitals game with me this
season."
"Hockey?" Mulder leaned back.
"What's wrong with hockey?"
"Well
nothing if you like hockey."
"Hockey is a man's game Mulder. Bodychecking,
cross-checking, hitting, blood. Tie Domi and Stu Grimson duking it out, gloves
flying. Jersey's pulled over the head, punches in the breadbasket. How can
you not like hockey?"
"What about the grace of basketball? Patrick Ewing
flying through the air, slam-dunking the ball with 2 seconds left on the clock.
It's awesome, the adrenaline rush is unreal."
"Basketball? Mulder, half of
the Secret Service have season tickets."
"So, they're nice guys. They have a
hard job, protecting all those congressmen and VIP's."
"Yeah and we're going
to show up together and watch a Wizards..."
"Knicks"
"...Knicks game
courtside."
"Well what do you suggest we do?"
"Drive to Philly and see a
Flyers game."
"I ain't setting foot in 76ers territory."
"Mulder, why are
you such a hardass?"
"Because I can be." He leaned over and kissed Krycek's
bruise again.
Mulder stood up, went to the kitchen and got 2 more beer out of
the fridge. He was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, a sluggish,
happy feeling. He got back to the living room and found Krycek taking a sip
from a flask.
"What's that?"
"Vodka."
"That's fitting," Mulder smirked as
he handed him the beer. "You planning on getting drunk tonight?"
"No, just a
shot. A chaser. You want some?"
"Sure, I'll take a little snort."
Mulder
put the flask to his lips and took a healthy sip. The liquid immediately
started burning his mouth, his throat, all the way down to his stomach. Mulder
gasped and handed the flask back to Krycek.
"What the fuck is that
shit?"
"It's only about 95 proof." Krycek grinned. "Oh it's not that bad."
He looked over at Mulder who was gasping for breath. He took another sip and
put the flask away.
"I got a taste for it in Russia."
"That's not Vodka
Alex, it's fucking moonshine."
"It's a local delicacy." Krycek was still
grinning.
"I'm going to feel that all night?"
They sat there for a minute
while Mulder tried to wash the burning away with his beer.
"So tell me—why
don't you own any underwear?"
"It's uncomfortable. It makes my balls feel
funny."
"It makes your balls feel funny?"
"Yeah, I like them to move
around."
"I see" said Mulder trying to restrain himself from attacking Krycek
and fucking his brains out.
Krycek moved over, his thigh pressing against
Mulder's.
"Don't you hate it when your balls..." Krycek placed his hand on
Mulder's crotch. "...are confined..." Krycek gave Mulder's balls a gentle
squeeze. He could feel Mulder harden beneath his grip. "...and can't move?"
He squeezed Mulder harder.
Mulder whimpered.
He leaned in and whispered "I
just hate that feeling of constriction."
Mulder leaned his head back, closed
his eyes and moaned. Krycek tightened his grip and ran his thumb along
Mulder's throbbing cock.
"That's why I don't wear underwear." Krycek licked
the side of Mulder's face then leaned back over to his side of the couch and
picked up his beer again.
Mulder sat there for a second waiting for Krycek to
do more. When nothing happened his eyes snapped open and he turned to face
Krycek. "Wipe that shit-eating grin off of your face and finish the
job!"
"Do you really want it Mulder?"
"You can't leave me like this Alex!"
Mulder's eyes were now pools of black, his head swimming.
"Do you really want
to fuck me again?"
Mulder attacked Krycek, knocking the now empty beer bottle
out of his hand. He kissed him fiercely and pulled back.
"Yes I want to fuck
you, right here and now."
Mulder ripped the t-shirt off of Krycek's body,
devouring his nipples with his tongue.
"Mulder, wait, wait, hang on a 'sec."
Krycek got up and disappeared for a minute. He came back with the condoms and
the lube.
"Don't you ever do that to me again. Don't you ever leave me here
with a raging hard-on."
He grabbed Krycek who was still standing and pulled
his shorts down revealing his hardness. Mulder ran his tongue down the hard
shaft pausing to tease the sensitive place under the head. Krycek
moaned.
"Mmmmmmm, Mulder."
Mulder nipped along the tender skin with his
teeth bringing a squeal from Krycek.
"Hey, watch it!"
"Promise."
"Promise
what?"
Mulder nipped at the skin again watching Krycek's cock jump.
"God
Mulder."
"Promise me you'll never leave me with a raging hard-on again." He
took a tiny piece of Krycek's scrotum between his teeth and gently bit
down.
"Oh fuck. Yes, I promise not to leave you...you..." Mulder resumed
his torture on Krycek's balls, licking and nipping at them.
"With a raging
hard-on again."
"With...a...raging...ohmygod...hard-on again." Mulder took
Krycek's balls in his mouth, using his tongue to caress underneath.
Krycek's
breathing had become erratic, sweat beaded on his brow.
Mulder slowly stood
up, kissing Krycek's body as he went. He consumed Krycek's mouth with his own,
forcing his tongue down his throat. Krycek pulled off Mulder's shorts and
t-shirt.
Krycek moaned into Mulder's mouth. He was almost ready to come and
the sensation of their hot erections rubbing against each other was almost than
he could bear. His balls were till tingling from the onslaught of Mulder's
teeth.
Mulder gathered the pre-cum from both of them, coating two of his
fingers. Mulder's hand went down to Krycek's ass. He now knew what he had to
do to get his lover ready for him. He found the opening and teased it until it
relented for one finger.
"Oh Mulder, yeah" groaned Krycek. His own hand
gently stroking from Mulder's ready cock to his own.
Mulder inserted another
finger, moving them in, deeper and deeper until they seemed like they were part
of him. Suddenly Krycek's whole body shuddered and he let out a cry.
"Oh
fuck, Mulder, touch....touch that spot again."
Mulder did as asked. Krycek's
head went back and his eyes rolled back in his head. He swallowed, licked his
lips and brought his head down to look at Mulder
"I'm ready lover, let's
go."
Mulder sat on the couch and ripped the condom package open with his
teeth. He carefully placed it on his head of his penis. Krycek pushed
Mulder's hands out of the way and rolled the condom down with his mouth. He
brought his mouth up slowly, dragging his tongue along the vein of Mulder's
cock. Mulder let out a sigh as Krycek took his mouth away from him. Krycek
looked up with a grin and liberally lubed the throbbing member before him.
Krycek then kneeled on the couch, facing Mulder, and slowly brought himself
down. As soon as Mulder's cock felt the heat of Krycek he broke out in a
sweat.
"Ohhhhh, Alex, you feel so tight, so hot." Inch by inch Krycek
lowered himself onto Mulder, burying him deeper inside. Finally Mulder was
fully inside Krycek.
Krycek leaned forward and pressed his hardness into
Mulder's abdomen.
"Mulder, you feel so good. Alex kissed Mulder, his lips
swollen and full of lust. Finally after what seemed an eternity he began
rocking back and forth.
Mulder grabbed Krycek's cock and started moving his
hand up and down. He discovered the wetness at the tip and gathered it on his
finger. He brought it to his mouth and sucked all the wetness down. Krycek
leaned in and hungrily kissed Mulder, tasting himself on his tongue.
The
rocking was getting faster, Mulder keeping tempo on Krycek's cock with his
hand. They were looking into each other's eyes, turning each other on even
more with their gaze.
Krycek used his hands to feel every part of Mulder he
could get ahold of. He needed to feel every inch of Mulder's body, be part of
Mulder.
"Mulder, you turn me on so much."
"I want to come Alex. Faster,
faster."
"You want to come, I'll make you come."
Krycek started moving his
hips up and down, pounding on Mulder's thighs. Mulder gripped Krycek's large
shaft with both hands and started moving up and down at a rapid pace. The
sound of skin slapping against skin and the moaning of the two men was all that
could be heard. Bodies drenched in sweat moved together as one, mouths
embraced each other, tongues licked the sweat off of skin, teeth grazed at
skin.
Krycek thought his head was going to explode, he could not hold on, He
cried out "Mulder" His hot come shot up to coat each of the men's chest with
it's sticky fluid
Mulder licked some of the creamy fluid that had hit
Krycek's chin, lapping it up. His head then went back as he was overcome by
his own orgasm. "Nuuuh, Alex". Mulder's hips bucked and his whole body shook.
He was gasping for air and squeezing Krycek so tight to his chest he thought he
would break the man.
Krycek put his head on Mulder's shoulder. They stayed
like that for awhile caressing each other. Finally Krycek lifted himself up
off of Mulder, the keen feeling of Mulder's now flaccid cock coming out of him
made him suck in his breath.
Mulder gave a whimper.
"God, that was great."
Krycek took a look at Mulder who was sitting there with his eyes closed.
"Mulder, you ok?"
"Um, yeah, I....fuck that was awesome." Mulder opened his
eyes and looked at Krycek, he gave a chuckle.
"What?"
Krycek's hair was
askew, he had cum and sweat all over him, his face was a mass of bruise on one
side and flushed on the other. He also had a bite mark on one shoulder that
Mulder didn't remember giving him.
"You look like you've been through the
wringer Alex."
"You should see yourself."
Mulder looked down at his own
body that was also covered in sweat and cum. He swallowed.
"We're pretty
messed up, hey?"
Krycek sat down beside Mulder. He bent his head over and
licked a spot of cum off his nipple.
"Let's take a shower Alex."
"Another
shower?" Krycek groaned "What's the matter, can't I lick you clean?"
"Jesus
Christ, how many rounds can you go?"
"As many as you like."
"Well, it's
late and you didn't have to work today." Mulder stood up and reached for
Krycek's hand. "Come on, let's go get cleaned up and go to sleep."
"You want
me to stay the night?"
"I'm not going to turn you out at 1:00 in the
morning."
"You want me to sleep out here?"
"No, I want you next to me, in
my bed."
Krycek grabbed Mulder's hand and stood up. They made their way to
the bathroom where Mulder turned on the shower. They both got in.
"Too hot?
Too cold?"
"Just right."
They let the water all over their bodies for a
minute, rinsing the sweat and cum away.
Krycek grabbed the soap out of the
holder. "Arms up."
Mulder groaned "I can do this myself you know."
"Like
hell you will. Now put up those arms or do I have to get my gun?"
Mulder put
his arms up for Krycek who soaped him liberally. He ran the soap up Mulder's
torso pausing to circle around his nipples. He then moved in closer and
embraced Mulder kissing him gently. He ran the soap down his back and his ass.
Krycek moved in front and delicately washed Mulder's cock and his balls. He
could feel a faded stirring down there but knew it was not going to go far.
Krycek broke away and bent down to run the soap down Mulder's legs. He stood
up again and looked at Mulder. His eyes looked tired and his face showed signs
of fatigue.
"My turn. Unless you're too tired. I'll...."
"No, I'd be
happy too." Mulder grabbed the soap from Krycek. He followed the contours of
Krycek's body from his neck to his feet. He noticed Krycek's half erection and
placed a kiss on the tip as he went by. Mulder stood back up and rinsed Krycek
under the spray of the water. He leaned in and kissed Krycek. These kisses
were gentle kisses, his tongue running along Krycek's lips. His hand moved
down to Krycek's now full erection.
"You don't quit do you?"
"I'm
insatiable."
"Yes, yes, you are." Mulder stroked Krycek harder. He moved in
to kiss him again.
Krycek wrapped his arms around Mulder, bringing him close.
He could not get enough of this man. His cock jumped in Mulder's hand. The
touch of Mulder's lips on his own almost enough to bring him to orgasm.
It
did not take long for Krycek to start moaning into Mulder's mouth. Mulder
increased his pace, stroking harder and harder until Krycek came into Mulder's
hand.
Krycek's orgasm was not as intense as the other ones he had that night
but that didn't make it any less of an event.
"I made you dirty
again."
"Come on stud, clean up." Mulder grabbed the soap and washed Krycek
down again. When they were rinsed clean he turned off the tap.
Mulder got
out first and handed Krycek a towel. He let out a yawn that almost cracked his
head open.
"You look tired."
Alex started to dry himself off.
"I am
tired. Except for that little nap I've only had about 3 hours sleep in the
past 2 days."
"Come on then, let's get you to bed."
Mulder wrapped his
towel around his waist. "Yeah, let's get some sleep."
They walked down to
the bedroom, Mulder shutting off the lights and making sure the door was locked
along the way.
"What side do you sleep on?"
"Same as before, I get the
right side."
Krycek flopped down on the left. Mulder got in and pulled up
the blankets.
"Do you know that I've never had a lover in this
bed."
"Never?"
"Never."
"That's pretty sad Mulder."
"Yeah well I hope
that will change."
Mulder moved on his side and cuddled up to Krycek's back.
He put his arms around him and kissed the back of his neck. Mulder then fell
asleep.
8:32 a.m.
Mulder awoke to the sound of his front door closing. He
sat up. Krycek was gone. he jumped out of bed and put on his sweats that were
on the floor. He grabbed his keys and ran out of the apartment, down the
stairs and out to the front door. Frantically he looked up and down the
street. Krycek was nowhere to be seen.
"Shit!" Mulder turned and went back
inside. How could he just leave? He hardly got to know him. He was going to
attempt to make pancakes for the first time in his life this morning. Ah,
shit. Mulder knew Krycek wouldn't stay around forever.
4:50 p.m.
Mulder
was finishing up the last of his report on the Florida case. He rubbed the
bridge of his nose. It had taken him twice as long as usual to type this damn
report. He kept thinking of last night and reliving the moments with Krycek.
He had to take a break and relieve himself about 2:00. He saved his work and
went into his ISP. 3 new messages. One from Scully. One from a place that
sold movies. One from AX2890. Mulder smirked as he read the message.
Had to
go. See you courtside. :)
He replied: Call me.
Mulder got up from his
computer and went over to the couch. He flopped down and turned on the TV. "I
hope Alex comes back soon." He reached into the waistband of his shorts he was
wearing and started stroking himself. "I hope he comes back real soon" he
whispered.
"Stuttering, cold and
damp
steal the warm wind tired friend
times are gone for honest
men
and sometimes far too long for snakes
in my shoes a walking
sleep
and my youth I pray to keep
heaven send hell away
no one sings
like you anymore
hang my head, drown my fear
till you all just
disappear
black hole sun, won't you come
and wash away the rain
black
hole sun, won't you come, won't you come"
—>Black Hole Sun by
Soundgarden
July 24, 1998
July
24, 1998
Flight 322 from Tampa FL to Washington DC
Washington DC
