Hit and Run

by Frankie and Lucy Snowe

Disclaimer: We just borrowed them for the evening.

Rated: A for m/m smuttiness

Summary: Mulder and Krycek have a little chat.

Author's Notes: This is chat fluff...not meant to be taken seriously, but to give a little snicker. Hopefully.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[HandyMan] Surfing the web on a Friday night? Do you ever get out?

[FWMldr] Excuse me?

[HandyMan] All work and no play makes Spooky a dull boy, you know.

[FWMldr] Do I know you?

[HandyMan] Well, certainly not in the Biblical sense, but yeah, you know me.

[FWMldr] Langley?

[HandyMan] Nope. I have much better hair.

[FWMldr] Skinner?

[HandyMan] Such wit! You do need to get out more.

[FWMldr] Okay, I'll bite. Who is this?

[HandyMan] And you're famed for your remarkable intuition and spooky knowledge? I'm disappointed.

[FWMldr] Well, I'm not known for being a fucking psychic, so either you tell me who this is or I sign off.

[FWMldr] Besides, there's only one person I can think of and he wouldn't be harassing me online.

[HandyMan] Tsk, tsk. Such language. Well, I'm bigger than a breadbox, smaller than an alien bounty hunter.

[HandyMan] What, you don't think I have the requisite computer skills? I'm hurt.

[FWMldr] What do you want?

[HandyMan] Well, you still haven't positively identified me.

[FWMldr] I know who you are, you bastard. Wait, why the hell am I still talking to you? Go play your games somewhere else.

[HandyMan] Um, because you have no life, and chatting with me is the most interesting thing you could possibly do right now?

[FWMldr] Fine, Mr. Social Life....why the hell are you online on a Friday night? Did your date cancel?

[HandyMan] Nah, too busy to date right now.

[FWMldr] Of course. How long did it take you to come up with that excuse?

[HandyMan] Hey, no one appreciates how much fighting for world domination, not to mention betraying people left and right, cuts into your social life.

[FWMldr] I'll ask one more time. What do you want?

[HandyMan] Well, that world domination thing, another Swiss bank account, a decent blow job. What do you want Fox?

[FWMldr] Krycek, I really don't care about your personal life. Do you have more information for me or is this just the way you waste your valuable time?

[HandyMan] Oh, don't worry, I'm not wasting time. I've time to kill while I wait for this encryption program to do it's magic.

[FWMldr] What are you talking about?

[HandyMan] Nothing you need to worry about. I cracked the FBI database ages ago.

[FWMldr] Okay, Krycek, as much as this has been a blast, I'm going to have to say goodbye.

[HandyMan] Such a slut for information. Okay, here's some. Aliens are trying to take over the world, and you shouldn't trust that chain-smoking bastard. Happy? Can we chat some more now?

[FWMldr] Are you drunk?

[HandyMan] Nah, it's a weak habit. I'm high on life.

[FWMldr] Then why do you want to chat with me? More importantly, what makes you think I'd want to chat with you?

[HandyMan] I'm bored, this little project of mine is taking longer than I thought, and if nothing else, you're always amusing. And you shouldn't discount my charming wit or obvious sex appeal.

[FWMldr] Hah! Okay, you're barking up the wrong tree, Krycek. They have chat rooms for what you're looking for...and quite a few websites, if the rumors are true...

[HandyMan] Methinks you do protest to much. But can you give me the urls anyway?

[FWMldr] You're a smart guy. Do a search.

[HandyMan] I'd love to know what you think is worthy of recommendation though. You being a connoisseur of such things...

[FWMldr] Well...what are you into?

[HandyMan] Stubborn FBI agents with animal names and pouty lower lips.

[FWMldr] Try www.inyourdreams.com Come on, Krycek...even you can't think that would work.

[HandyMan] Ha. Your wit slays me. And, as I've told you before, I do believe in extreme possibilities.

[FWMldr] Well, good, because that would have to be the most extreme thing you've ever believed in.

[HandyMan] You know, I don't think so. I know how you look at me, you can't say the thought's never crossed your mind. And, I could point out a few hard truths about sexual desire masqueraded as violent impulse. But that would be too obvious.

[FWMldr] LOL Wow, Krycek...so you've taken some psych classes at the local community college. Good for you!

[FWMldr] Not to say you're right, of course....but nice try.

[HandyMan] Well, if you can't bear to think I'm your intellectual equal, I could care less. But my educational background was at least true.

[FWMldr] Krycek, I know how intelligent you are....that's why I don't understand what you think you're doing. Your kiss notwithstanding, I think you'd be hard pressed to seduce me...especially online. So, what else are you up to?

[HandyMan] I told you -- I'm hacking into a database you're best not knowing about. And I'm bored. And horny. No need to change the subject.

[FWMldr] Was I changing the subject? I'm sorry. So, you're horny and you thought the best way to relieve this would be to somehow convince me to cyber with you? I have to admire your confidence.

[HandyMan] Confident? Rash? It's a fine line. Indulge me.

[FWMldr] I don't think so. Don't worry, blue balls never killed anyone.

[HandyMan] Well, I'm already working on that -- multi-tasking, you know -- but some additional stimulation from you would be nice.

[FWMldr] Okay....how about thinking about Scully in a teddy? Does that do anything for you?

[HandyMan] Hmmm. Has potential, but I think I'll save it for another time.

[FWMldr] Really? You'd go for Scully?

[HandyMan] Who wouldn't?

[FWMldr] Well, I wouldn't but that's just because I can't see her that way.

[HandyMan] Your loss. But back to you. I can't stop thinking about your mouth tonight. Sometimes it's your hands, other times, that skimpy Speedo, but it's definitely your mouth tonight.

[FWMldr] Oh really? What's so special about my mouth?

[HandyMan] Fishing, are you? Okay, it's shape -- especially that lower lip.

When you're nervous you lick it, I used to imagine the moisture was my precum, staining it right before I filled you with my cock, sliding down your throat, holding you by the hair and fucking you hard.

[FWMldr] okay...that's a visual...

[HandyMan] Here's another... I'm stroking my cock right now, it's aching it's so hard. I'm circling my palm over the tip, spreading the moisture, pretending it's your mouth wetting it, licking it. When I close my eyes I can see you kneeling in front of me.

[FWMldr] Krycek...I'm not going to do this....

[HandyMan] Stop thinking so much. Go with it. You're on your knees, your mouth almost where I want it, but you're teasing me, long slow swipes of your tongue, glancing kisses, your fingers ghosting over my balls, the crack of my ass...

[HandyMan] Tag, Mulder, you're it.

[FWMldr] Tell me, Krycek, how many nights have you jerked off while fantasizing about me? I'd be flattered if you weren't such a scum-sucking son of a bitch.

[HandyMan] Quite a few, really. I'd say you were in my top ten.

[FWMldr] Is that so? That's pretty sad, really. Can't get any real life people to pay you any attention?

[HandyMan] One night stands do get stale. I'm sure you can appreciate that my line of work doesn't exactly lend itself to attachments. What's your excuse?

[FWMldr] I have no interest in forming attachments. They'll just leave me, anyway. At least my right hand is permanently attached.

[HandyMan] Yes, yes, everyone you love leaves or betrays you, I know the drill. But you being needy and self-pitying doesn't really work with the fantasy I've got going.

[FWMldr] It doesn't? You mean, the idea of me being completely vulnerable and trusting never fits into your fantasies?

[HandyMan] No, I'll leave that kink to the pirhanas you call girlfriends and partners.

[FWMldr] Careful, you sound jealous

[HandyMan] Nah, just realistic -- stating the facts, you know. So, why are you still talking to me? I mean considering your frequently expressed lack of interest? I'd hazard a guess, but being the uneducated thug I am, I'm sure I'd be wrong.

[FWMldr] no, please. go right ahead.

[HandyMan] I'd much rather you enlightened me with your delightful, Oxford education. Besides, I'm curious about why you think you haven't logged off yet.

[FWMldr] Well, like you said, I have nothing better to do on a Friday night. It's either be amused by you or look up information on the flesh-eating virus. You're slightly less nauseating, so here I am.

[HandyMan] You sweet flatterer, you.

[FWMldr] I'm known for my charm.

[HandyMan] Well, it's unnecessary. You had me at hello.

[FWMldr] Okay, that made me laugh. Seriously, you don't really expect anything to happen, do you?

[HandyMan] I live in hope.

[FWMldr] so, besides me being on my knees with your cock in my mouth, what else do you hope for?

[HandyMan] World peace?

[FWMldr] really? I was hoping you'd say something about you bent over my desk with my cock up your ass. Oh well. World peace has a certain charm, I suppose.

[HandyMan] You were hoping for that? Progress at last!

[FWMldr] Hey, I'm human. Reading the right words can give me a hard-on like any guy. With that comes fantasies....

[HandyMan] Fantasies? Do tell. I'm intrigued.

[FWMldr] sorry, Krycek. I've said too much. I'll leave the graphic descriptions to you. Besides, I'm not as desperate as you are.

[HandyMan] Not as desperate? I think you're projecting.

[FWMldr] Am I? Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you the one who started coming on to me because you're horny?

[HandyMan] Okay, I'll concede that much, I suppose. So, just to get the record straight -- you're at least admitting to being a willing audience for my desperate fantasies?

[FWMldr] Why not? I can blame it on boredom and not enough blood to the brain.

[HandyMan] Anything as long as you don't admit that you want to hear this, I suppose?

[FWMldr] You got it in one.

[HandyMan] I like a man who can be honest about his own delusions. Charming, really.

[FWMldr] And charming you is high on my list of priorities, Krycek.

[HandyMan] I'm flattered. Well, going back to your comment about the desk... It's not really your cock up my ass that I'm fantasizing about right now. Have you ever been fucked, Fox? I like to imagine you haven't. Maybe you've indulged in a few secret explorations of your own, sweaty nights on your couch, frantically stroking your cock with one hand while you use the other to send greedy fingers exploring, searching for that one spot, the one that makes you tremble and buck, sending semen shooting all over your hand.

[FWMldr] Hmmm....don't tell me, you want to go where no man has gone before....

[HandyMan] Sure, why not? It's my fantasy -- you're just the bored voyeur.

[FWMldr] right....right.... okay, so what's your set up?

[HandyMan] Well, let's see... I'll go back to where I'm fucking your face. I'm lost in your mouth, and I know I'm holding your hair too tightly, slamming too hard into you, but I'm almost to far gone to care. One of my thrusts is too much for you, and I'm brought back to reality when I feel, then hear, you gag. I pull out and stare down at you as you shudder and cough. I almost feel a little bad about it, but then I look down and see how hard you are, how your neglected cock is straining upwards, begging for attention.

[FWMldr] you... you know... if you ever made me gag...I'd have to kick your ass...

[HandyMan] Would you? I'd like to test that sometime.

[FWMldr] Right.

[HandyMan] Well, at least that's not an outright no. Anyway, it's my fantasy, so, you're still coughing a bit, but haven't kicked my ass. I pull you up, and push you back onto your couch (we're in your apartment for this one, I think). I run a hand lightly along your cock and you moan, pushing upward, seeking more. I'm in a generous mood, so I bend over you and take your cock deep, sucking and licking, showing you exactly how it's done.

[FWMldr] oh god....

[FWMldr] sorry, that slipped

[HandyMan] No apologies necessary. So, let's see. I'm still sucking you, but it's just a distraction for you really. I begin caressing your balls with my hand, before stroking behind them, moving carefully upwards. My finger glances against the puckered opening and you buck up into my mouth. (Note, however, that I still don't gag.) On the crest of your moan, I shove the finger inside of you and revel in the feeling of you opening up, taut muscles rippling and grasping my finger as I insinuate a second inside you.

[FWMldr] I push against your finger, only aware of the heat of your mouth on my cock and the pressure of you pushing your finger inside me... I don't know what feels better....

[FWMldr] Um, that slipped too

[HandyMan] You're cracking... at last! Okay, with two fingers inside you now, I angle up and push. You shout and push yourself even further down my throat. I'm suddenly aware of how violently your thighs are trembling, how close to the edge you are. I pull my mouth away and you whimper at the loss, your cock straining helplessly into the air.

[FWMldr] don't get too cocky... I'm taking pity on you. I want to feel your mouth on me again, but when I look in your eyes, I can tell you have something else in mind....

[HandyMan] Ah! The infamous Spooky intuition -- right as usual. My other hand reaches for the surface of the coffee table and scrambles for a bottle of lube (yes, in my fantasies, such necessities are always readily available). Flipping open the cap, I carefully coat my cock with it, my fingers in your ass giving a few last lingering strokes. Pulling them out, I begin pushing my cock against your open, fluttering hole.

[FWMldr] oh god...it's almost too much and I resist at first...but as I adjust, it starts to feel so good... my body relaxes and I hear myself groan as you slide into me...

[HandyMan] I've got such tight rein on myself, holding back, waiting for you to adjust, that it's almost become painful. When I feel you begin to relax, I let out a sigh of relief that turns into a moan. Grabbing your hips, I pull your further onto my lap and begin pounding, wanting, needing, to get deeper, further inside you.

[FWMldr] I've never felt anything like this before...I want more of you inside me and I meet each thrust, wanting as much of you as possible.. My cock is aching and I move my hand down to grasp it.

[HandyMan] Oh good, you've got things in hand then -- which is fortunate, because I've got to go. My encryption program came through, and I'm in. Have a good night, Foxy. I enjoyed it.

~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~

Hit and Run 2: Whiplash

[AlexK] Another Friday night in front of the computer, Mulder? I worry about you.

[FMldr] And why aren't you out tonight? Not too much interest in one-armed killers where you live?

[AlexK] No, no one seems to appreciate cold-blooded killers like they used to... It's my cross to bear, I suppose.

[FMldr] Guess so. So, may I ask why you're bothering me?

[AlexK] Well, bothering you was so much fun last time.

[FMldr] Was it? I don't remember.

[AlexK] Oh, don't tell me you're claiming missing time.

[FMldr] Hardly, though I'm sure being abducted would have been much more stimulating than talking to you.

[AlexK] A palpable hit!! You wound me.

[FMldr] You say that like it's a bad thing.

[AlexK] No, not at all. I'm quite amused, really. You're cute when you're in denial.

[FMldr] Denial? What are you smoking, Krycek?

[AlexK] Straight tobacco -- nothing fun.

[FMldr] Careful, that'll kill you. Oh, wait..go right ahead.

[AlexK] Your concern is touching.

[FMldr] Uh huh. I'm sure it is. Now, unless you have anything interesting to say, I'm afraid I have to say goodnight.

[AlexK] Oh, well, I certainly wouldn't want to bore you. Sweet dreams, Foxy.

[FMldr] Goodnight, Krycek.

[AlexK] You're still logged on Mulder.

[FMldr] I said I was going to say goodnight, not that I was logging off. I still have work to do online.

[AlexK] Work? Or are you just surfing some of those sites you're so fond of?

[FMldr] Who says I can't do both?

[AlexK] Multi-tasking? Or have you finally found your holy grail -- an XFile that's intimately involved in the porn world?

[FMldr] Well, admittedly, that would be the case to end all cases, but if you must know, I'm doing a search for UFO sightings in Brazil. That's it. What are you doing?

[AlexK] Oh, Brazil's a red-herring, Mulder. Don't waste your time. Not much, actually. Still analyzing some of the data I got last time we chatted.

[FMldr] And I'm supposed to take your word about what is and isn't true? Get real. And what data would that be?

[AlexK] Nothing to concern your pretty head about. You just concentrate on the fabricated Brazilian situation.

[FMldr] Well, thank you. Now, if there isn't anything else...

[AlexK] Why so eager to end this? I'd almost think you were angry with me or something...

[FMldr] Krycek, I know you're not a stupid man, so I'm going to chalk that idiotic statement up to you trying to get at something. Why the hell would I want to talk to you?

[AlexK] Tsk. Tsk. So hostile. Why *wouldn't* you want to talk to me?

[FMldr] Let's see. Well, we hate each other, or at least I hate you. Whatever feelings you may have for me will have to remain suppressed, I'm afraid.

[AlexK] Oh please Mulder. Don't make the juvenile mistake of equating healthy lust with *feelings*.

[FMldr] Is that what I was doing? You know, your "healthy lust" notwithstanding, I was actually referring to this need you have to make contact with me for no other reason than to be insulted or beaten by me.

[AlexK] You're forgetting one other reason I might have. You *do* remember the last conversation we had? Despite the liberality of your insults, you were a pretty hot participant toward the end. Once you got past your maidenly protestations and ridiculous inhibitions.

[FMldr] You bought that? Wow, I'm better than I thought.

[AlexK] You think I'd care if you were pretending or humoring me, as long as I got what I wanted? Because, whether you're comfortable admitting it or not, you did give me what I wanted, what I'd been asking for.

[FMldr] Playing along with your game, you mean? I've learned that's sometimes the best way to get rid of an annoyance.

[AlexK] Well, give in again, and I promise to go away once you've satisfied me. Since it would just be you playing along, of course. Not anything you'd mean, or want.

[FMldr] What kind of man would be satisfied with someone, *knowing* that person was faking? But, we are talking about you...I'm sure people fake it with you all the time, so you would be used to it.

[AlexK] Oh, but Mulder -- this is cybering. I'm sure you're much more knowledgeable about the practice than you might claim. You never know what the other person is really doing, actually feeling. It's beside the point. Believe me, if I were with you in person, you wouldn't be faking it. And I'd be sure of it.

[FMldr] I never claimed I wasn't knowledgeable when it comes to cybering. Actually, that's why I was able to tell you what you wanted and have you believe me. Trust me, kid, there's not a damn thing you could do to make me want you.

[AlexK] God, suddenly I feel so used.

[FMldr] LOL! Does anyone actually believe you when you say shit like that to them?

[AlexK] No one believes me when I say anything these days. I can't quite figure it out, but I'm thinking it might have something to do with my line of work.

[FMldr] You know, I think that's the first smart thing you've said all evening. Good for you.

[AlexK] And that's the first nice thing you've said to me. Of course, you're probably just telling me what I want to hear again. Tell me some more things I might want to hear.

[FMldr] What you're not getting is that I don't want to say what you want to hear. I don't want to be nice.

[AlexK] Oh, but Mulder -- nice isn't what I really want from you...

[FMldr] Are we doing this again, Krycek? No sale.

[AlexK] You're just no fun.

[FMldr] Never claimed to be.

[AlexK] Which is even sadder. You might want to work on that. At this rate, you'll definitely be dying alone.

[FMldr] And you'll be dying young. Any other pearls of wisdom you care to share?

[AlexK] Only the good.... And, nah. Throwing pearls before swine is such a waste.

[FMldr] If you have such a high opinion of me, why are you still talking to me?

[AlexK] You do fish for compliments, don't you?? I've told you before -- you amuse me.

[FMldr] Well, I seem to amuse a lot of people. Guess I'll add you to the list.

[AlexK] I'm honored.

[FMldr] Don't be. You're not in good company.

[AlexK] Well, not by your definition anyway. Who else is on the list?

[FMldr] It would be easier to tell you who isn't on it.

[AlexK] Awww! Poor Mulder. So very misunderstood.

[FMldr] Fuck you, Krycek.

[AlexK] If I squint at that, I can almost pretend you're talking dirty to me...

[FMldr] Man, you have *got* to get laid.

[AlexK] You offering?

[FMldr] What do you think?

[AlexK] Ah. Good point.

[FMldr] I thought so.

[AlexK] So, finding anything interesting about the Brazil sighting? I can't believe you're falling for it.

[FMldr] I'm not looking up that stuff anymore.

[AlexK] Good. I figured you'd have to realize it was a set up when the primary witness was a 12 yr old boy who's sister had gone missing. Subtlety is really becoming a loss art. So, what are you looking up now?

[FMldr] None of your damn business.

[AlexK] Oh, now I'm intrigued. C'mon, save me the trouble of hacking into your computer, and just tell me.

[FMldr] Why should I? You can't tell me that finding out what I'm working on is more interesting than anything else you could be doing.

[AlexK] You underestimate yourself. Don't make me beg.

[FMldr] Now you've done it... Do you think I could possible resist the idea of you begging me for something?

[AlexK] Oh really? That sounds promising.

[FMldr] Down, boy. It's not as promising as you think. I just like the idea of you groveling for anything. I bet it suits you.

[AlexK] Yes, down on my knees, groveling before you, begging you to touch me, to let me touch you... that would suit me just fine.

[FMldr] Well, it is easier to kick you when you're down, I guess.

[AlexK] You are kinky.

[FMldr] Who've you been talking to?

[AlexK] Well, at least one of your ex's considers talking about your exploits to be foreplay...

[FMldr] Who would that be?

[AlexK] Oh, unlike her, I just don't kiss and tell.

[FMldr] 'Her'? I wouldn't believe anything she has to say.

[AlexK] Who do you think I'm talking about? To my knowledge, there are at least two women I know who could fit the bill.

[FMldr] Doesn't matter who it is. I don't trust either of them to tell you the truth.

[AlexK] Bright boy. You might stay alive yet.

[FMldr] Gee, is that a compliment, Krycek? Thanks...I've now reached a new low.

[AlexK] Happy to oblige.

[FMldr] I'm sure you are.

[AlexK] You know me too well. This new intimacy between us is great.

[FMldr] LOL Only you would call this intimacy.

[AlexK] Don't wreck my dreamworld. Surely you of all people can appreciate the lure of delusion.

[FMldr] Can I ask you a question?

[AlexK] Of course.

[FMldr] Why are you here? Other than to harass me, I mean. What are you getting out of this?

[AlexK] Oh, is it time to reassure you again already? Okay -- Mulder, you're amusing. A unparalleled wit. The best chat buddy a man could hope for...

[FMldr] I'm being serious.

[AlexK] So am I.

[FMldr] I don't think you are.

[AlexK] Well, perhaps I'm exaggerating a bit. But you do amuse me. And intrigue me. You're one of the few people who can match wits with me, who challenges me. Is that enough?

[FMldr] I'm sure you have friends who would do that...assuming you actually *have* any friends.

[AlexK] No, I really don't have any friends. Again, my line of work doesn't really allow for it.

[FMldr] That's what I thought. Okay, you answered my question.

[AlexK] Glad to. So, can I ask you a question?

[FMldr] I guess.

[AlexK] Why are you chatting with me? I mean, considering all of your claims of hating me, being bored by me, being thoroughly disinterested in me -- you're still here.

[FMldr] Yeah, I know. I've been wondering that myself.

[AlexK] I know you Mulder. You've *got* to have a theory.

[FMldr] I do, actually. It's a little disturbing to me, though.

[AlexK] What is it?

[FMldr] I feel...

[AlexK] Okay, good start.

[FMldr] I feel sorry for you.

[AlexK] Awww. Gee, I'm touched.

[FMldr] You should be.

[AlexK] Well, though I'd hate to disabuse you of the one thing that might keep you chatting with me, Mulder, your pity's wasted on me. I don't need it or want it.

[FMldr] Well, you might not want it, but you really do need it. I mean, I thought I was pathetic, but it's nothing compared to how pathetic you are. As shitty as my life is, yours has got to be far worse. You're reduced to talking to someone who hates you because no one else will give you the time of day. You're a lonely loser who gets his kicks trying to engage in cybersex with someone who'd sooner spit in your face than look at you. ::shakes head:: It's sad, really. I guess I have this thing for lost causes and you're the biggest one I know.

[AlexK] You're making a lot of assumptions there, Fox.

[FMldr] Am I? Why don't you set me straight, then.

[FMldr] And don't call me Fox.

[AlexK] Sorry, *Mulder* -- well, I could come clean, but it's not nearly as dramatic and interesting as your analysis.

[FMldr] I didn't think it was particularly dramatic. Just a few observations.

[AlexK] See, I thought it made us sound like characters out of a melodramatic novel. Me, the pathetic, miserable secret agent -- paying for my sins through my empty, sterile, lonely existence. You, the stalwart hero -- able to keep your white hat firmly in place while still demonstrating compassion and understanding for those you must fight against. It definitely has a better ring to it than the actual truth.

[FMldr] You're right, it does. And that truth would be...

[AlexK] Bugging you is amusing as hell. You see, the thing about you Fox, is that you don't do anything halfway. And your insatiable curiosity is a joy to behold. Yes, you hate me. But you can't leave it at that -- you love having opportunities to prove it to me (to yourself) again and again. And knowing who I am, knowing what I probably know -- you can't quite bring yourself to log off, because you never know what I might slip. So, basically, I just have fun fucking with your mind.

[FMldr] I see. And I assume you were able to type that with a straight face.

[AlexK] ::shrug:: Believe what you have to.

[FMldr] I don't have to believe anything. Truth be told, you don't bug me, and fucking with my mind has been attempted by better people than you. Where they were successful, you're just an amateur. But don't feel too bad about that. If you want to believe you're annoying me, go ahead. I can play along.

[AlexK] Ah! Your compassion for my miserable state even extends to indulging my delusions. You are a prince among men, Fox.

[FMldr] No, I'm not. Like I said, I just feel sorry for you. And, if it makes you feel better, I'll tell you to stop calling me Fox. Because it bugs me.

[AlexK] Sorry. I'll stop. So, enough analysis. I feel so awfully exposed. What are you looking at on the web this evening?

[FMldr] Taking a break right now.

[AlexK] I have your undivided attention?

[FMldr] Not really...I'm checking out some more recreational sites.

[AlexK] Do tell.

[FMldr] http://www.gallerygeorge.holowww.com/hunk3aa

[AlexK] Nice, Mulder. You have unexpected depth. Which one is your favorite?

[FMldr] They all have a certain appeal.

[AlexK] They do, don't they? So, what thoughts do they inspire?

[FMldr] Gee, I don't know, Krycek. Insanely pure ones?

[AlexK] Hmmm. That wasn't my first guess. Try again.

[FMldr] Um, they remind me that I need to work out more?

[AlexK] Oh, you're just fishing again. There isn't a damn thing wrong with your ass.

[FMldr] I know, thanks. I was referring to the upper body, You know, back, shoulders, arms...both of them.

[AlexK] Low blow!! LOL What happened to feeling sorry for me?

[FMldr] I still feel sorry for you. That was a little jab to coincide with your idea about me letting you know how much I hate you.

[AlexK] Ah! Aren't those two impulses awfully contradictory, though?

[FMldr] Not really. My sympathy is forcing me to support your delusion.

[AlexK] Mulder, you're slipping. You're the one claiming the hatred for me.

[FMldr] I claim a lot of things. Doesn't make them true.

[AlexK] Dare I infer then that you *don't* hate me?

[FMldr] After much consideration, I've determined that hate is too strong an emotion to waste on you.

[AlexK] Well, as much as that deeply wounds me -- poor, pathetic creature that I am -- it's refreshing to see you dropping your pretense of pity.

[FMldr] Alex, it's not a pretense. You really do have my sympathy.

[AlexK] Hmmm. So, you pity me, yet enjoy being cruel. Fascinating.

[FMldr] I know. Oh, here's a good site for you. http://members.tripod.com/~Leon1/overcome.html

[AlexK] You're finally seeking help for your problem. Bravo, Mulder -- you've done me proud.

[FMldr] Oh, I don't need help. I'm quite happy with my evil habit.

[AlexK] Oh, you're just being a hypocrite then. How disappointing.

[FMldr] No, I'm not. I thought it was amusing...I am here to amuse you, aren't I?

[AlexK] LOL! Chalk it up to a momentary lapse... This is damn amusing.

[FMldr] I know. Think you'd last a week?

[AlexK] Well, I could. But it wouldn't be much fun.

[FMldr] Really? I can't imagine you going a day!

[AlexK] ::shrug:: It's been known to happen. I do get busy.

[FMldr] Yeah, me too.

[AlexK] Yeah, the circles we both travel in don't always lend themselves to sexual recreation.

[FMldr] True. And that *would* explain your insane need to try and turn me on in our little chats.

[AlexK] Well, my goal is a bit more selfish, really.

[FMldr] What would that be?

[AlexK] My own arousal and pleasure. I could get off on fucking you if you were lying at the ceiling and thinking of England. Now, before you accuse me of all sorts of nasty things, I will say that I'd much prefer you as an enthusiastic partner...

[FMldr] Why do you want to fuck me?

[AlexK] Ummmm. Because you're hot?

[FMldr] Besides that. I'm sure you know plenty of hot men.

[AlexK] I do, and I've enjoyed them. But the unexplored is always more tempting.

[FMldr] Then pick up some stranger. Why waste your time with me?

[AlexK] Because you're not completely unknown and more of a challenge. Not to mention how damn sexy you are. Few men can compare to you, you know. But, then, you don't really know that, do you? You don't really have any idea why I'd want you. Pity is becoming a mutual thing here.

[FMldr] You pity me because I don't know why you'd want me?

[AlexK] Basically. Or anyone for that matter, I suspect.

[FMldr] Oh, please, I think you're the only one who's stupid enough to want me.

[AlexK] Unless you're fishing again, I do pity you. Damn, Mulder, have you looked in a mirror lately?

[FMldr] Yeah, I have. That's my point.

[AlexK] Mulder, you're gorgeous.

[FMldr] Give me a break, Krycek.

[AlexK] No, you really are. I knew you were insecure, but I didn't know it went this deep. For one, you've got the body of a young Greek god. No, really. Your eyes are probably your best feature, though. Their color is so changeable, and they often leave your emotions so raw and exposed. It used to be so hard not to just drown in them. And your mouth. Well, I already told you what I thought about your mouth last time we chatted. Hell, you've even got good hair -- well, at least when you're not chopping it off.

[FMldr] Wow. Add to that my wish for peace on earth and the way high heels make my legs look, and I could be Miss fucking Universe.

[AlexK] LOL I don't think so. I think you'd make one hell of an ugly woman. You're right about having nice legs, though.

[FMldr] Krycek....I know what you're doing.

[AlexK] What's that?

[FMldr] Trying to pull the same shit you did before.

[AlexK] Nah, actually I'm not. I was too shocked by your low self-esteem to be that calculating. I still can't believe you don't see this in yourself.

[FMldr] Oh my god. If you tell me to start saying daily affirmations, I'm outta here.

[AlexK] Well, I'm no Stuart Smalley. But god knows, I'd love to see you in front of mirror saying "Gosh darnit, people like me."

[FMldr] LOL You're crazy.

[AlexK] Pot calling the kettle black?

[FMldr] Of course. BTW, I really hope you don't expect me to reciprocate and tell you how hot you are. I'm sure you already know.

[AlexK] ::shrug:: No need. I know I'm not unattractive. But I'm pleased you think I'm hot.

[FMldr] Well, don't let it go to your head.

[AlexK] Well, I can't promise anything, but I'll do my best.

[FMldr] Can I ask you another question?

[AlexK] Of course.

[FMldr] The last time we...talked. Why did you take off like that?

[AlexK] I told you why. Believe me, I'd rather have continued chatting.

[FMldr] Bullshit.

[AlexK] ::shrug:: I know there's nothing I can say to make you believe me, but that really was why. You've got to know enough about hacking from those friends of yours to know that once I was in, I had a limited window of time to get what I needed. I'd been working on it for days. Surely you understand duty calling. But, if you think that's bullshit, why do *you* think I took off?

[FMldr] How did you put it? You were fucking with my mind....or trying to.

[AlexK] Nah, while fucking with your mind can be fun, cybering with you was much better. I was sorry to leave. Really.

[FMldr] Right. Well, like I said, I don't really care, but I just wondered.

[AlexK] Oh, but I think you do care. Why else would you have brought it up?

[FMldr] Just trying to find out how much of a rat bastard you are.

[AlexK] Well, in this instance anyway, I'm innocent. I think you do care, though. Not so much because of me, but because of that pitifully low self esteem you revealed earlier. You can't believe that I'd want you, that I do want you. You have to believe it was all just a mind fuck.

[FMldr] That's not it at all.

[AlexK] What is it then?

[FMldr] Nothing. So, where are you surfing to, tonight?

[AlexK] Nothing interesting, really. Mostly checking a bunch of bulletin boards, sending some messages. It's been all work and no play for me recently.

[FMldr] too bad

[AlexK] ::shrug:: It pays the bills.

[FMldr] right. look, Krycek, I've got to go. I can't do this anymore.

[AlexK] This is upsetting you?

[FMldr] why do you think that?

[AlexK] Your excuse for leaving is that you can't do this anymore. Not that you need to get to bed, or do the laundry, or paint your toenails. What's wrong?

[FMldr] I can't....

[AlexK] Tell me.

[FMldr] Why do you even care?

[AlexK] I'm not sure. But I do.

[FMldr] Forget it, you don't think I'm going to confide in you, do you?

[AlexK] What would it hurt?

[FMldr] right. like you don't know.

[AlexK] No, seriously. You tell me what's wrong, and what's the worse that could come of it?

[FMldr] let's see....you use it against me. You hold it over my head. You get such a big fucking kick out of it, you don't know what to do with yourself. Forget it.

[AlexK] How would I hold it over your head? ::shrug:: You could care less about my opinion, you hate me. Why would it matter? And, for the record, I'm not getting a big fucking kick out of your pain.

[FMldr] That's just it...I don't hate you.

[AlexK] You don't.

[FMldr] No.

[AlexK] Is this a recent revelation?

[FMldr] No.

[AlexK] I don't know what to make of that. It's a shock. As pathetic as it sounds, your hatred of me has been one of the few sure things in my life.

[FMldr] Sorry

[AlexK] No need to apologize. It's not a bad thing, just requires some readjustment.

[FMldr] well, good luck with that.

[AlexK] Fuck Mulder. So after accusing me of using this kind of shit over your head, *you're* going to be a flippant bastard? Fuck you.

[FMldr] I'm not being flippant.

[AlexK] That's not what it sounds like.

[FMldr] well, what do you want me to say?

[AlexK] I really don't know.

[FMldr] I shouldn't have said anything.

[AlexK] I don't know, Mulder. But maybe this is better than us just constantly sniping at each other.

[FMldr] you think so?

[AlexK] Maybe. So, if you don't hate me, how do you feel?

[FMldr] I don't know.

[AlexK] Any theories? Guesses?

[FMldr] Yeah...plenty.

[AlexK] Well?

[FMldr] It really hurt me when I found out about you, you know.

[AlexK] I'm sorry.

[FMldr] you don't have to say that

[AlexK] I mean it. I don't have many regrets, but that is one.

[FMldr] well.....I can't say it's okay, but thanks, I guess...for making the gesture.

[AlexK] Well, I know it's useless. It can't change anything.

[FMldr] Right.

[AlexK] Well, you said you had plenty of theories.

[FMldr] I do, but I don't know about sharing them with you.

[AlexK] What do either of us have to lose at this point?

[FMldr] I have more to lose than you'd think. You have nothing to lose.

[AlexK] That's not true. You'd be surprised.

[FMldr] Right. So if I tell you how I feel, what the hell do you have to lose?

[AlexK] In case you haven't noticed, you're not the only one exposing himself right now.

[FMldr] Interesting choice of words.

[AlexK] Ha. Well, I suppose double entendres are safer for us both.

[FMldr] you bet.

[AlexK] So, where do you want to go with this, Mulder?

[FMldr] Don't ask...

[AlexK] Too late. I just did.

[FMldr] I...I'd like to...

[AlexK] Then do. Carpe diem, Mulder. God knows we've come far enough tonight.

[FMldr] you're right...

[AlexK] So?

[FMldr] If I said you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?

[AlexK] Hmmm. Let me think about that for a minute....... No. Definitely not.

[FMldr] I'm not sure how to take that....

[AlexK] Just trying to inject some levity into this conversation. What do you like about my body?

[FMldr] where to start?

[AlexK] Wherever you'd like.

[FMldr] your ass is the stuff dreams are made of, for one....god, I loved working out with you so I could see you out of those damn suits.

[AlexK] Those suits were awful. And though yours are gorgeous, I still loved working out with you. There is something about you covered with sweat... What else?

[FMldr] your eyes, your mouth....Alex, I shouldn't do this. I'm sorry.

[AlexK] God, Mulder. Why not?

[FMldr] because...

[AlexK] What could it possibly hurt?

[FMldr] I don't trust you.

[FMldr] Alex? You there?

[AlexK] Yeah, I'm sorry. That just... Of course you don't trust me.

[FMldr] Do you blame me?

[AlexK] No. I don't.

[FMldr] Do you understand?

[AlexK] All too well, I think.

[FMldr] what do you mean?

[AlexK] Why you can't trust me. Why you feel you can't do this. It doesn't make me want it any less, but I suppose that's my problem.

[FMldr] it's not just your problem.

[AlexK] What do you mean by that?

[FMldr] doesn't make me want it any less, either....just makes me unable to do this.

[AlexK] But... Damn, I'm in danger of begging.

[FMldr] Yeah, right...

[AlexK] No, really. I can't tell you....

[FMldr] Fine.

[AlexK] It's that I don't know how to say it. This is confusing the hell out of me.

[FMldr] I understand....trust me.

[AlexK] So, where do we go from here? What do you want to do, Mulder?

[FMldr] I can't say it

[AlexK] Please.

[FMldr] it's too damn....embarrassing doesn't begin to cover it

[AlexK] I can't think it's anything I wouldn't understand. Tell me, Mulder.

[FMldr] I've always had this....fantasy about you.

[AlexK] What is it?

[FMldr] see, if I tell you, I know you're going to use it to hurt me...

[AlexK] I know my word isn't worth much to you, but believe me, I wouldn't. I won't.

[FMldr] Okay. If you do screw me over I guess it'll be my own fault, huh?

[AlexK] I won't.

[FMldr] Do you remember when you broke into my apartment and caught me by surprise? The night you told me about the colonists' plans?

[AlexK] Yes.

[FMldr] you had my gun trained on me and you just looked so....intense and...feral...

[AlexK] I wanted you so badly.

[FMldr] oh god....me too.. When I think about that night, I wanted you to....I imagine you...

[AlexK] What? What do you imagine me doing?

[FMldr] you're not there to give me information...you're there because you want something from me...

[AlexK] I did. The information was just a convenient excuse.

[FMldr] what did you want?

[AlexK] You. God, I wanted you. Why do you think I kissed you? I couldn't help myself, but I wanted so much more.

[FMldr] why didn't you do anything about it? I wanted you to make me....

[AlexK] I didn't think you'd want it. What do you wish I'd done?

[FMldr] I wanted to you to keep the gun in my face, force me to go along with what you really wanted from me....

[AlexK] Oh, damn. Yeah... But I wouldn't have wanted to force you. I'd want you to come to me of your own free will. But I guess that's not what you need.

[FMldr] Free will has nothing to do with my fantasy, true.

[AlexK] What do I do to you?

[FMldr] You kiss me like you did that night, smirking when I try to pull away. Then you press the gun to my cheek and tell me to stay still while you kiss me again, on the mouth this time, forcing my lips apart, thrusting your tongue into my mouth.

[AlexK] I'm forcing you, but the way you open up, the way you meet my tongue, the greediness of your kiss. I know you want this just as much as I do and that the gun is just a necessary prop. A way for you to forgive yourself for what you feel, what you want.

[FMldr] Your mouth is hot and sweet, and I lean into you even as I tell myself I have no choice but to do what you want. I even excuse my groan as a purely physical response and not an indication of how much I want you.

[AlexK] But you do want me. You're not scared, not cold with fright or disgust, but hot, so hot as you strain against me. I can feel your hardness, your yielding. I'm dizzy with wanting you, I can barely breathe.

[FMldr] I pull back, despite the gun. If you want anything else, I'm not giving it to you.

[AlexK] Your mouth is set in a grim, determined line. You're obviously upset, already regretting your loss of control. For a moment, I consider leaving -- stopping this before you hate both of us even more, but then I meet your eyes. They betray you, showing clearly how much you want this, how much you want me. I press the gun a little harder against your face as a tacit warning, and lean in to kiss you again.

[FMldr] I take my chances, turning my head, making you kiss my cheek, again.

[AlexK] I laugh softly, part of me pleased that you still have so much spirit, that it's not so easy to break you. But my amusement only goes so far. I want you too much at this point to let you play these games. "Don't toy with me, Mulder," I hiss and shove the gun firmly under your chin. Your head turns back to face me, and there's a slight sheen of terror overlaying the desire in your eyes. I curse myself for finding that such a turn-on, and lean in again, taking your mouth brutally, unwilling to allow you any more resistance.

[FMldr] I don't kiss back, letting you take what you want, but refusing to let myself respond. I don't want this, I keep telling myself.

[AlexK] Even passive, your mouth is a hot, slick wonder, and I know I'm enjoying this far more than I should allow myself. This game is spinning wildly out of control. It's no longer a game, in fact, but a hot, desperate need. I need you to join me, need to break through your resistance. Still ravaging your open, slack mouth, I trail the gun down, rubbing it across your nipples before heading down to your cock. I brush my knuckles across the hard flesh straining against your pants, and then press the gun down hard, steel meeting steel.

[FMldr] I groan into your mouth, not from pain or fear, but, regrettably, from need...and begin returning your kiss. It's self-preservation, of course, as I get lost in the heat and taste of your mouth. I snap out of it long enough to bite your lower lip. You quickly retreat, swearing as you wipe the blood slowly trickling down your chin.

[AlexK] I take a deep breath, trying to control my anger, trying to ignore the frustration and pain I feel at your rejection. When I meet your eyes, when I see your smug defiance, your patented, infuriating smirk, something snaps. Before I can think, I react, and raise my hand, slamming the gun into the side of your face, reveling in your sharp cry, the sight of blood trickling from your temple. Unable to resist, I find myself licking and sucking at the trail of blood -- the salty-sweet, metallic weight of it exploding on my tongue, mingling with the taste of my own. I begin nibbling at the wound, needing to taste more, moaning with satisfaction at the rising hardness of it. You answer my moan with a guttural cry, and even in my lust-fevered state, I can tell it's only partly due to the pain I'm inflicting.

[FMldr] oh god...the pain is blinding, and I don't know if my heart is racing because of my fear from the unexpected blow, or because of my excitement at your actions. All I know is as you lap at my wound, I'm so hard it hurts....my cock throbbing in time with the pounding of my head. I manage to stop myself from turning toward you, and instead put a hand on your chest, trying to push you away.

[AlexK] I knock your hand away with the gun, and press you to the floor, using the weight of my body to pin you down. Our cocks meet and it takes all my will not to come just from that initial contact. You arch against me, whether to get closer, or to throw me off, and I grind against you, pushing you back down.

[FMldr] I know that you've got the definite advantage now, and I continue to try bucking you off, the contact between us making it so difficult to fight you when all I want to do is to fuck you. I want you so much, but I can't let you know that. I make some smartass comment about how this is the only way you can get a date, but it doesn't come out as harshly as I'd like.

[AlexK] I laugh at your attempt to convince yourself that this isn't what you want, but feel no need to destroy your illusion. I'll participate in any fantasy you need as long as I get what I want. The logistics of keeping a gun on you with only one functioning arm is becoming tricky, so I stand. You lie there, gasping up at me, and I see you bite your tongue to keep from begging me to come back. Pointing the gun at you, I smile. "Give me your handcuffs, Mulder, and take off your clothes."

[FMldr] Your words send another jolt to my already aching cock, and, at this point, I'd do anything you want me to just as long as I can feel you against me again. But, I know you expect some kind of struggle so I shake my head. "I don't think so."

[AlexK] Cocking the gun, I shake my head. "Don't test me, Mulder." You shake your head, still refusing to move, and a wave of anger assaults me again. I reach down and hit you, still with the butt of the gun, but not as hard as the previous blow. Fresh blood wells and trickles down your face, and it occurs to me that you've never seemed more beautiful. You shake your head slowly, but rise shakily to your feet.

[FMldr] I stand in front of you, still feeling a bit uneasy on my feet, and hand you my cuffs.

[AlexK] Taking them from you, I nod. "Now your clothes." You're hands are obviously trembling, but you make short work of undressing. I motion you over to the desk, and have you lie down, your arms in easy reach of the desk. I hand you back the cuffs and make you chain yourself to its leg.

[FMldr] I do as you ask, feeling humiliated and excited and so in need I can't stand it. I stare up at you defiantly, willing you to do your worst. My eyes drift down to the bulge in your jeans and I lick my lips, wondering what you'd feel like in my mouth, what you'd taste like and if it would be anything like what I've imagined.

[AlexK] You're staring at me with such intense hunger and need, and I feel like I could come, from the expression on your face, the sight of you stretched naked before me. I place the gun on the desk, and check briefly that the cuffs are secure before kneeling down next to you. I run a hand down your chest, then grab your cock roughly, giving it a few swift strokes before moving away again.

[FMldr] God, your touch is incredible and I want to feel it all over my body, but you pull away too soon. I wait, impatiently, to see what you're going to do next. I turn slightly, pushing my hips toward you, making sure you know what I want.

[AlexK] Your obvious need destroys whatever restraint I had left, and I unzip my pants, pulling out my cock. You lick your lips again at the sight and it almost shatters me. I move to kneel between your legs, and pull you up onto my lap. I force a finger into your mouth and you bite down hard, then immediately gentle, laving it with your tongue, soothing the wound. Pulling out, I reach down and thrust the wet finger inside you.

[FMldr] I buck at the unexpected intrusion, biting my lip at the sharp stab of pain, but I soon relax and start moving against your finger. My eyes lock with yours and I want to feel more of you inside me, just as much as I need you to touch my straining cock.

[AlexK] As soon as I feel you relax, I insert another finger reaching inside until you're shuddering and bucking uncontrollably. I can't take it anymore, and I remove my hand, spitting onto my palm and coating my cock with saliva. It's probably not enough, but I have to be inside you now.

[FMldr] My body is shaking in anticipation and when I feel the head of your cock pressed to me, I move against you, needing you to fill me. It's so much better than anything I've dreamed about and I know I'm not going to last long, but I squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate on how good you feel, hot and hard inside of me.

[AlexK] I groan helplessly as I sink completely into you. You're impossibly hot, almost painfully tight. I'm almost scared to move, worried that the first stroke will send me over the edge. Impatient, you buck up against me, and I lose all control and begin fucking you mercilessly.

[FMldr] Moaning with every move, I meet your thrusts, bucking my hips against you as best I can. I feel the growing tension of my climax bearing down on me....I'm so close, I don't even need you to touch my dick, but I want you to. "Please..." I'm begging you to touch me, to make me come.

[AlexK] I'm so fucking close, I know I'm not going to be able to draw it out much longer. I want to slow down, to make it last, but if anything I just pound into you harder. Your cries echo around me, but I'm too far gone to respond, to focused on getting *there* -- reaching that moment where I shatter inside you.

[FMldr] It's too much...I...I can't hold back..oh god Alex..I'm coming so hard...need to feel you coming inside me...

[AlexK] God, you're shuddering, convulsing beneath me, ribbons of come landing on your chest, staining my shirt. I'm shaking uncontrollably, and then I'm coming... so deep inside you. God, Mulder.

[FMldr] You collapse against me, and I've never felt so satisfied. I feel your cock slip out of me, almost groaning at the loss. My arms are starting to cramp from their awkward position and I....I want to hold you, kiss you without all the damn pretense. It's all so fucking irrelevant now. I don't care if you ridicule me, I'm sure you will, but I ask you to uncuff me, tell you why...please...

[AlexK] A small part of me tells me it's a bad idea, but I'm too fuck-stupid to listen to it. And the thought of being in your arms, held by you, is too much to resist. Reaching for the key, I unlock the cuffs and then collapse on your chest, nuzzling your sweat-slick skin.

[FMldr] I can't believe it when you let me go, not knowing whether or not to be more wary than I am. I hesitate, then put my arms around you, stroking your back, unable to believe this is real. I move a hand, stroking your hair, the side of your face. "Kiss me." It's a whisper.

[AlexK] I moan and nip at your collarbone before lifting my face to yours. You're still panting, your mouth slightly open, and I cover it with mine.

[FMldr] I kiss you deeply, then pull back slightly, looking into your eyes before bringing my knee up sharply between your legs. You gasp, the pain and shock evident on your face. Pushing you off me, I get up quickly, grabbing the gun from the top of the desk. You're still incapacitated, but when I kneel down next to you and cock the gun, pressing it between your eyes, I have your full attention. "Thanks, Alex." I smile as I pull the trigger... Hmm, nice fantasy, don't you think? Have a good night, Krycek.

~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~

Hit and Run 3: Rubbernecking

[AlexK] Hi Foxy! It's a voice from the grave...

[FMldr] Hey, Krycek. Back for more, huh?

[AlexK] Absolutely. How could I not be? That last chat was amazing, wonderful, and all sorts of other happy adjectives I'm too lazy to type in.

[FMldr] You're sick, but why does that not surprise me?

[AlexK] Ah, but now we know that you are, too.

[FMldr] And that shouldn't surprise *you*. Now, what do you want?

[AlexK] Hmmmm. Let's see -- why don't you bring me off beautifully again, then treat me to another deliciously sick and twisted surprise...

[FMldr] Sorry, it was a one-time only show...no future engagements planned.

[AlexK] How disappointing. Such a waste of your natural talent.

[FMldr] Gee, you flatter me. If I'd known that it would have impressed you so much, I'd have done something else.

[AlexK] You have a degree in behavioral science from Oxford, you're a genius profiler, and you didn't realize that would impress me? I don't believe you.

[FMldr] Believe what you want, Krycek. Pleasing you is not high on my list of priorities.

[AlexK] Not consciously anyway....

[FMldr] Oh, of course, you're right. Secretly, I want you to rescue me, whisk me away from all this madness and let me spend the rest of my days satisfying you. What was I thinking?

[AlexK] Well, that's not exactly what I was thinking. I don't really see us setting up house with a nice picket fence and matching towels. I do think you want me, though, on some level. Some nice, dark, nasty level.

[FMldr] Hmm, dark and nasty....well, that does sound like you. But I'm afraid I'll have to shatter your fragile hopes and let you in on a little secret. I don't like you, Krycek. Oh wait, you've probably heard that one before.

[AlexK] I don't think this has anything to do with something as simple as "like." But for what it's worth, after your last stunt, I think I might be in love....

[FMldr] Well, you've never been that bright, have you? So, besides complimenting me on my fantastic ability to get you off, why are you here? I really don't see us doing it again.

[AlexK] No, I'm quite dark. And, as I've told you before, I do live in hope. I have a question for you, though, Mulder...

[FMldr] Okay. I'm feeling generous. What is it?

[AlexK] If you're so against us doing it again, and dislike me so much, what's that tenting your sweatpants?

[FMldr] That's quite an imagination you've got there.

[AlexK] You know it's not just my imagination.

[FMldr] Fine, so you also have quite an ego.

[AlexK] Never denied it. You're the one with insecurity issues. But I'm still right.

[FMldr] Is this some new attempt at seduction, Krycek?

[AlexK] No, just stating the facts.

[FMldr] Wow, you *are* sure of yourself, aren't you?

[AlexK] Hey, Mulder, video feed doesn't lie.

[AlexK] Mulder?? Ooooh Mulder??

[AlexK] Stop looking for the video feed. It isn't there.

[AlexK] But, I'm thrilled you confirmed my suspicions. So, why are you hard Mulder?

[FMldr] Calm down, Krycek. I just went to get a beer.

[AlexK] Good idea. So, are you going to answer my question?

[FMldr] Your question? Oh...well, I'm doing a little extracurricular surfing.

[AlexK] For someone who claims to be a truth-seeker, you're awfully good at denial. Outright lying, even.

[FMldr] You trying out for psychic friends or something?

[AlexK] Sure. That's it. Dionne Warwick and I are tight these days.

[FMldr] I thought so. Not that I have to prove anything to you, but here's a link:http://www.gaypornpicpost.com/gaytopsites/

[AlexK] Oh, as if you don't have a number of such sites handily bookmarked. You're adorable when you're in denial, you know. But thanks for the rec. I'll be sure to check it out.

[FMldr] Whatever, Krycek. yeah, I'm hard, but it's got nothing to do with you.

[AlexK] Of course it doesn't. ::soothing Mulder:: So, tell me what does have you hot right now. In explicit, prurient detail.

[FMldr] Why do you care? It's not like you're going to get anything out of this.

[AlexK] I'm not so sure of that. You haven't disappointed me yet, after all.

[FMldr] Oh, that'll really get me talking. Look, is there a point to all of this?

[AlexK] Does there need to be?? Relax, Mulder. Drink some more beer. This is just harmless conversation.

[FMldr] There's nothing harmless about anything you're involved in.

[FMldr] But I wouldn't want you to think I couldn't handle whatever you want to talk about.

[AlexK] No worries. I *know* you can handle it.

[FMldr] Good for me, then. I'm yawning, Krycek...better make this interesting.

[AlexK] Yawning?? Or starting to jerk off already?

[AlexK] Oooh, you've gone quiet. I've had another lucky guess, haven't I?

[FMldr] There was someone at the door.

[AlexK] I'm sure. Reign in the paranoia just this once. I already got you to admit you were hard, then you challenge me to make it "interesting" -- it was a simple, logical deduction. So, how interesting do you want me to make it? Any requests?

[FMldr] I'm not being paranoid. Let's see....requests. Besides you sprawled on the hood of my bed after I've hit you?

[FMldr] Car.

[FMldr] Hood of my car.

[AlexK] Yes. Of course. So, I'm sprawled on your *car.* What am I doing?

[AlexK] And the hitting -- dare I hope this is erotic spanking??

[FMldr] Writhing in agony if I'm lucky.

[FMldr] Fuck you, Krycek. It was a slip.

[AlexK] Yes, well, I'm sure they taught you Freud over at Oxford. So, I'm writhing in agony. Naked, I assume. My cock hard and glistening, a couple bruises begin to mar my flesh?

[FMldr] Hold on. Phone.

[AlexK] 'k -- I'll amuse myself in your absence.

[AlexK] I'm thinking they're not bruises, but welts. A few of them with a bit of broken skin, trickling blood. You've been using your belt on me.

[AlexK] Your eyes are glittering. No safe words, and I can't trust you not to go too far.

[AlexK] But I don't even care. You're so gorgeous like this. You're panting from the exertion, your eyes hard and glittering. But best of all, is your cock. Straining against your pants, already leaving a visible wet spot.

[AlexK] I stare at you, licking my lips. I want you to take it out, shove it down my throat, and fuck me with it, so hard that I can't breathe.

[FMldr] wow...you really know how to amuse yourself, Alex.

[AlexK] Thanks! It's a useful talent. So, who was your imaginary caller??

[FMldr] Imaginary?

[AlexK] I'm suspicious. For someone with no friends and fewer acquaintances, you're awfully popular tonight. So many interruptions.

[FMldr] It was Scully.

[AlexK] Oh, of course. She have anything interesting to say?

[FMldr] Just wanted to discuss our latest case.

[AlexK] Ah. Well, you were awfully quick. I appreciate you keeping it short to chat with me.

[FMldr] I didn't cut anything short to chat with you. She had to leave for a belt.

[FMldr] Date.

[AlexK] Hmmmm. I see.

[AlexK] So, you like the idea of the belt, do you?

[FMldr] Krycek, don't start getting excited. I'm exhausted, I've had a few beers, I'm not paying that much attention to what I'm typing. Or to what you're saying.

[AlexK] No, of course not. Mistakenly substituting what I'm saying in your sentences is definitely a sign that you're not paying any attention to me at all.

[FMldr] Haven't you ever looked at something and accidentally said it when you meant something else? I don't even know why I'm trying to defend myself.

[AlexK] Fine, I believe you. ::soothing Mulder again:: So, you've got the belt in your hand. You're staring at me, trying to decide what to do next. What will it be?

[FMldr] I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not into that kind of stuff.

[AlexK] Forgive me if I'm skeptical about that one. C'mon, I've got to be handing you a fantasy on a platter. Me, helpless and wounded before you. Willing to let you do anything you want? Go as far as you need to? It's a perfect chance for revenge.

[FMldr] I didn't think you'd want me to kill you again...

[AlexK] Whatever you want, Mulder. You can kill me this way as many times as you'd like.

[FMldr] Sorry, I just can't get into this.

[AlexK] ::shrug:: No problem. What could you get into, though? You're interest certainly hasn't waned, has it? You're still stroking yourself, still dying to come.

[FMldr] I'm not, actually. In fact, my interest waned a little while ago. You're just boring me, I guess. Lucky for you I don't have anything better to do.

[AlexK] You're lying again, Mulder. Am I that bad of an influence on you?

[FMldr] What the hell makes you think I'm lying? I'd be hurt by your mistrust if I gave a shit about you.

[AlexK] Call it intuition. I think you're just pissed because I'm reading you so easily. We both know you're still hard. That you want this as much as I do. But if you'd like us to pretend otherwise, I'll play along.

[FMldr] Yeah, you're good at playing along, aren't you? It's what you do for a living...following orders like a good little nazi.

[AlexK] You don't know what the fuck you're talking about. But it'd be futile to argue with you, so you just believe whatever you want - whatever reassures you of your hatred for me.

[FMldr] Awww, did I hurt your feelings? Is this not fun for you anymore? You're hard and horny as hell and I'm not giving you what you want, *plus* I'm being mean....bad night for you, I guess. Well, let me make it up to you. Why don't you come over and let's give my little fantasy a run-through. Of course, it would have to be a one-time deal...

[AlexK] LOL!! Mulder, you didn't hurt my feelings. You continue to delight me, actually. And thanks for the generous offer, but I've a healthy instinct for self-preservation. As much fun as your twisted ending to our last chat was, I think it's better if it stays a fantasy.

[FMldr] You sure? I really wouldn't mind.

[AlexK] No, no really. I'm touched, but I have to refuse.

[FMldr] Hmm, I bet a lot of people don't get turned down by someone like you. I'm not sure whether or not I should be insulted.

[AlexK] Hmmm. Abuse me some more, Mulder.

[FMldr] You really want me to? You want me to let you know how much I hate you? Tell you that if you were naked and tied to my bed, and I had a belt in my hand, I'd beat you so hard you wouldn't be able to stand? And then I'd fuck you until you couldn't move...

[AlexK] Um, yes. That's pretty much exactly what I want to hear. More detail, though, please.

[FMldr] Sorry, Krycek. Like I said, I'm not into that kind of thing.

[AlexK] Could have fooled me. And if nothing else, your cock doesn't lie. It's twitching in your hand right now, isn't it? When you were typing that last bit in, I'll bet it was just flooded with precum, wanting you to go further, to imagine more.

[FMldr] You sure there's no video feed?

[AlexK] I'm really beginning to wish there was.

[FMldr] Yeah, I bet...me too

[AlexK] You do?

[FMldr] Well, for me to see you, I mean.

[AlexK] Ah, that makes more sense. What do you imagine seeing?

[FMldr] you sitting there, your pants undone...your hand around your cock, stroking it slowly while you think about me...pretty much run of the mill, but it makes for good material.

[AlexK] Sounds like material worth building on...Why don't you?

[FMldr] yeah, right.

[AlexK] You're such a tease, Mulder.

[FMldr] you're just figuring that out.

[AlexK] No, just stating the obvious. I must be frustrated or something.

[FMldr] I can see why you would be.

[AlexK] Now, who's got the ego?

[FMldr] Well, it's not hard to tell that you're probably feeling pretty desperate by now....no pun intended, of course.

[AlexK] Me desperate, you holding on to your denial by a thread. What a pair we make.

[FMldr] My denial? What am I denying now?

[AlexK] That you don't want this. That you're not just as desperate and needy for this as I am.

[FMldr] I don't remember saying I don't want this. I just happen to like the idea of you needing it more than I do...

[AlexK] Well, it's a nice idea, I'm sure. But it's a delusion.

[FMldr] Really? Who's begging for details here? I don't think I'm the one asking you to share your juvenile fantasies...though, if you wanted to, I couldn't really stop you.

[AlexK] Gee, Mulder, that almost sounds like an invitation.

[FMldr] Does it?

[AlexK] You could stop me easily. Just log off.

[FMldr] And miss out on the chance to see what kind of things go through that head of yours?

[AlexK] Oooh. That *is* an invitation.

[FMldr] If you like...

[AlexK] No, I think you should admit it first. C'mon, the truth shall set you free. Or at least make you come.

[FMldr] Fine, since I'm such a fair man, why don't you share one of your little fantasies with me? It's only right after you let me tell you mine the last time. Oh, I meant to let you know that I thought you were very sweet in our last chat. I didn't know you cared, Krycek.

[AlexK] I was sweet, wasn't I? I worked very hard at it -- glad you appreciated the effort. Okay, I can share a fantasy.

[FMldr] Good. Oh, and for the record, I'm crushed that the things you told me last time weren't sincere. No, really, you should see the tears.

[AlexK] Oh god, the *guilt*!

[FMldr] Yeah, I can tell you're broken up about it. I'll live, I'm sure. So, spill it.

[AlexK] Well, I have a fantasy about that night in your apartment, too. Though it ends a little differently from yours, shockingly enough. I've handed you the gun, but I'm not really worried. I'm assuming you'll be too shocked to react, and despite your capacity for violence against me, I don't think you have it in you to shoot me in the back. Just as I'm about to open the door, though, I realize I'm wrong. I didn't even hear you get up, but when I feel you shove the gun barrel at the base of my skull, I know I've misjudged you.

[FMldr] Wow, Krycek, you surprise me. So, I've got my gun jammed against your neck. What happens now?

[AlexK] Oh, I'm sorry - is it my fantasy too predictable or something? I wouldn't want to bore you.

[FMldr] Did I say you were boring me? I just wanted to know what else you fantasized about me doing to you. Do I merely throw you on the ground and fuck you? Do I make you suck my cock? Do I force you to watch home movies from when I was a kid? What exactly have you spent all this time thinking about? I only ask because I care.

[AlexK] ::wiping a tear from my eye:: You care? I'm so touched, I can't even tell you. Hmmm. All of those possibilities sound equally wonderful - I feel like a kid in a candy store. But where was I? Oh yes, you've got the gun against my head, and I'm terrified. I've been in worst situations, sure, but my guard was down, I didn't anticipate this. I'm frozen, waiting for the shot, but it doesn't come. You move closer behind me, and the heat of you... I can feel the hot rasp of your breath against my neck, in contrast to the cool metal of the gun. You press even closer, and I can feel your hardness nestled against my ass. I moan, unable to decide if I should be relieved or even more fucking terrified at the fact that you're aroused.

[FMldr] I love the fact that you don't know what I'm up to, and the fear coming off you is even more of a turn on than being this close to your body. I know I should just shoot you, just rid the world of your sorry ass, but....I move my hips, grinding my cock against you. There's time for a little something before I decide what to do with you.

[AlexK] I buck at the sensation, then arch backwards into it. My motion presses the gun harder against me, but desire overwhelms my fear. My lips still burn from your stubbled cheek, and I want so much more. Your mouth begins to nuzzle wetly against my skin and I want to turn and capture it with my own. "Put the gun away, Mulder," I rasp, appalled at how desperate I sound. "You don't need it."

[FMldr] I laugh at that. "Sure, I don't." I move my free hand around your waist, sliding it up under your T-shirt, your stomach quivering at my touch. It trails down, slipping inside the waistband of your jeans and the hard heat I find there tells me how much you want this. A quick squeeze and I remove my hand. "Turn around."

[AlexK] I turn around slowly, willing myself to stay still, even though the desire to just jump you is overpowering. Of course, the fact that you're pointing the gun at me helps, too. I lick my lips in anticipation, a thrill coursing through me as I watch your eyes track the gesture. "What do you want me to do?"

[FMldr] I bite back a sarcastic response that involves your untimely demise, and simply stare at you. I can tell you're uncomfortable. There's no telling what I'll do with this gun in my hand. But I can also tell that you're excited, needing to know what it is you'll get out of me before the night's through. I shrug out of my coat and jacket, the gun still trained on you. "Take off your jacket."

[AlexK] Despite the gun in your hand, I can see the desire in your eyes, in the obvious bulge of your crotch, and this reassures me. I cock an eyebrow at you and shrug out of the leather. "Just my jacket, Mulder?"

[FMldr] I smirk back at you. "What's the rush?"

[AlexK] "No rush." I shrug. Deciding to take a risk, I walk slowly toward the couch. You follow me carefully with your eyes and the gun, but make no move to stop me. Sitting down, I pick up the remote and turn on the TV. "So, wanna watch a game or something?"

[FMldr] I set the gun down, and turn to you. "Not quite." I grab the remote from you and turn off the television. Facing you again, I move toward you until I'm standing right in front of you. I see the way you're looking at me, I know what you want. Slowly, I begin to unfasten my pants.

[AlexK] The sound of your zipper seems unnaturally loud in the quiet of the room. You carefully pull your cock out and begin stroking it slowly, and I lose any pretense at composure, moaning softly at the sight. I want to sink down in front of you and guide your cock into my mouth. But even without the gun, you're still in control. And that's how I want it. "What do you want me to do?"

[FMldr] I start to tell you to open your mouth, but pause when I see that you're ready to do whatever I tell you to. I step back, still stroking my cock, loving the way your eyes follow my hand as it moves up and down.. "Take off your jeans and get on your hands and knees."

[AlexK] With embarrassing haste, I get out of my clothes. I know I'm playing into your hands, humiliating myself with my eagerness to give in, but I don't care, it thrills me, makes me want you to control me all the more. By the time I'm down in front of you, I'm shaking, dying for you to touch me, to do something.

[FMldr] I look at you, barely able to contain my laughter. You're so damn eager. It's something I could definitely get used to. I bite back the urge to tell you to bark like a dog, and instead toe your knees a little further apart. I raise my foot and lightly touch your balls with it, rubbing your cock with the tip of my shoe. You start moving against it and I tell you to hold still. I like you this vulnerable. It would be so easy to kick you, but even I'm not that cruel. I lower my foot. "Tell me what you want, Krycek."

[AlexK] I can't answer at first, I'm shaking too hard, trying too hard not to come just from the humiliating caress. And I don't know how to answer you, how to express how desperately I want you to control me, own me, force me. I can't tell you what I want, because I don't want any control or choice in this. "Anything, Mulder," I finally answer. "Anything you want from me."

[FMldr] I kneel down next to you and grab your hair, yanking your head back. "I want a real answer, but since you can't seem to give me one, I guess I won't be getting any help from you." I let go, giving you a push as I do, and stand. All I want to do is fuck you, but there's time for that. First, I have to take full advantage of this situation. Who knows when I'll have the opportunity again? Still, all I can think about is that sweet ass of yours. I sit down on the couch and just watch you kneeling there, waiting for me to say or do something.

[AlexK] When you walk away, I wonder if I've gone to far, disgusted you with my need, my submission. I lift my head and find you sitting on the couch. Not even pausing to wonder if it's a good idea, I crawl over to you and sink my head in your lap, nuzzling, licking, kissing your cock. The taste of your precome floods my mouth and I want more. You haven't pushed me away yet, so I go for it and swallow your cock, desperately sucking it, wanting you to fuck my face.

[FMldr] Oh god...I start moving my hips, thrusting my cock into your throat...but that's not what I want. I barely manage to push you away, suppressing a groan at the loss of heat. "I want to fuck you."

[AlexK] I hardly understand what you say at first. I'm staring too intently at your cock, wondering why it still isn't in my mouth, why you pushed me away. But then I realize what you've said, and I'm desperate to with the need to have you inside me. I lean back onto the floor, pulling my legs up against my chest, opening, exposing myself to you.

[FMldr] I don't move from the couch, just stare at you being so ready and willing. The sight of you like that is almost enough to make me come, but I manage to hold myself in check. "No....not like that."

[AlexK] I bite back a curse. Can't you just fuck me already? I let my legs drop and stare at you. "How, Mulder? Just tell me how."

[FMldr] I ease down a little on the couch, taking my cock in my hand. "Come here."

[AlexK] I knee-walk over to you and place my hands lightly on your thighs, forcing myself to look at your face, not the cock I long to have back down my throat. "Okay, Mulder, now what?"

[FMldr] I smile at you. You look good on your knees like that. It's too bad this can't be a permanent arrangement. "I said I wanted to fuck you." I pause when I see that you still don't understand. "And I'm not planning on moving."

[AlexK] I lick my lips in anticipation stare down at your cock. Your hand is spreading the precum along it, but it's still not going to be enough. I glance around, but don't see anything I could use. I stare at you uncertainly, wondering if I dare get up and look for something.

[FMldr] I know why you're hesitating, can tell what you're looking for. But why should I make this any easier for you...or me? "Give me your hand."

[AlexK] Without hesitating, I comply.

[FMldr] I spit into your palm. "Make do."

[AlexK] I bite back a protest. Surely, you've at least got some hand lotion in this apartment, but I'm afraid that if I anger you, you'll stop. Not wanting to dwell on how pathetic that is, I concentrate on the task at hand, mixing your spit with my precum, and reaching down to roughly prepare myself.

[FMldr] I watch you, amused at the expression on your face. I can't decide if you're pissed off or resigned, but either works for me. I try not to get too distracted by how sexy you look getting ready for me, or by how much I want to be inside you.

[AlexK] I take less time than I probably should -- but god, I've got to have you inside me. I climb up onto your lap, and guide your cock to me. Bracing my hand on your shoulder, I begin to slowly ease myself down. It hurts, the dry burning is almost enough to make me scream, but it still feels so good.

[FMldr] I have to bite my lip to stop from letting you know how good this feels....just painful enough to make it interesting. The heat of your body is incredible as it slowly engulfs my cock, and I have to resist the urge to force you down onto me. I close my eyes, letting myself enjoy this more than I probably should.

[AlexK] I'm halfway there, and suddenly I can't wait anymore, it's going to hurt either way, and I need you. With a harsh cry, I impale myself on the rest of your length, then lean my head on your shoulder, almost sobbing from the exquisite pain of it.

[FMldr] The sudden move takes me by surprise and I can't hold back my groan as I feel myself inside you completely. It's almost too much, and I'm afraid to move, afraid to have this be over too soon. With your head on my shoulder I don't know what to do. I should push you away, just fuck you, but....instead I put my arms around you, my hands roaming over your naked back and down to grasp your ass.

[AlexK] The way you're holding me is almost... tender. Suddenly, that hurts more than my ass, and I can't stand it. Pushing away from you, I lift myself up and begin fucking you in earnest.

[FMldr] oh god....I feel as if I can't do anything but buck my hips helplessly, needing to be as deep inside of you as I can. My hands begin restlessly tracing the contours of your body, sliding greedily over your hips, your stomach, creeping up to your chest. I know that the caresses are disturbing you, so I continue touching you wherever I can. Soon, I'm holding your face between my hands, pulling you forward, forcing you to kiss me.

[AlexK] I react violently, this is too much, too intimate. Kissing you right now will shatter me. My struggles just push me further onto you, you further into me. I can't lose this, but I can only take so much.

[FMldr] Now the struggle, your resistance, is becoming as important to me as fucking you. I grab you by the back of your head and this time you can't pull away from me. Crushing my mouth to yours, bruising your lips with my own. Your mouth opens in protest and I plunge my tongue into your mouth, savoring the taste of your reluctance.....but I know you want this.

[AlexK] For a wild panicked moment, I almost bite your tongue. This kiss is too tender. I feel like you're turning me inside out. But that would end this, and I'm too weak to stop it. With a strangled moan, I give in, sagging against you, returning the kiss with everything I have.

[FMldr] Your reaction startles me for a second, I hadn't expected you to give in....then I'm allowing myself to respond, kissing you as if this is the last time we'll be like this. No, it *is* the last time, I tell myself. I hold you against me, wanting this to last even as I feel my body tensing, desperate for release.

[AlexK] Moans are echoing in my ears, and I'm not sure if they're coming from me or you. You're bucking up underneath me, screwing yourself in as deeply as you can. My thighs are trembling, I'm shaking, almost.... almost *there*...

[FMldr] I let you go, pushing you away from me...and I'm coming...thrusting into you...it's so good...you're so good

[AlexK] Your hand is on my shoulder, pushing me away, but holding me up. Enough that I can reach down and grab myself. It only takes one stroke, and I'm exploding, covering you with my come...

[FMldr] I watch your face as you come...and I'm struck by how much I want to see you look like this again.....but the feeling fades just as quickly. I push you, wanting you as far away from me as possible. "Get off me."

[AlexK] I can barely move, but I obey, rolling off of you to flop gracelessly on the other end of the couch. After shocks are still sparking under my skin, and I feel like I can't get enough breath in my lungs. Away from your body, the air chills the drying stickiness painting my abdomen and groin. I know I should get up, clean and dress myself and get the hell out of here, but I can't move.

[FMldr] I look down at myself, quickly fasten my trousers and then stand. I take off my shirt, needing to get rid of the evidence of what just happened. I turn to look at you. "Get out."

[AlexK] You'd tell me to get out? Not very gentlemanly of you, Mulder.

[FMldr] Hey, I'm not known for my charm. Though, it wouldn't necessarily be what I was thinking.

[AlexK] Well, what would you be thinking? "Stay Alex, be mine, have my babies"???

[FMldr] As tempting as that may be, I was thinking more along the lines of, "Let me know when you're up for another round."

[AlexK] Ah well, it's all in the subtext anyway. Damn, you're beautiful when you come. I'll be rewinding that bit until the tape wears out, I'm sure.

[FMldr] Excuse me?

[AlexK] Oh, and I don't think a crumpled tissue you had lying on your desk is the best thing to clean up the semen on your keyboard. You might even want to try a cleaning product of some sort. That is, if you have such a thing in that rathole you call home.

[FMldr] What the fuck are you doing?

[AlexK] Amusing myself. You never fail to entertain, you know...

[AlexK] And the expression on your face right now is priceless. It really is.

[FMldr] Where the fuck are the goddamn cameras?

[AlexK] Hey, maybe I'm just having psychic visions. I could be an XFile.

[AlexK] Not only are you frantically searching your apartment right now, but you're also thinking of.... the color.... wait, it's coming to me.... Green!

[FMldr] fuck you. where are they?

[AlexK] Oh give it up, Mulder. You're not going to find them. It's all very state of the art, virtually undetectable... You'll have to get your geek friends over to sweep the place, and they still might not find 'em. Depends on how up to date their equipment is.

[AlexK] Was I right about the color, though?

[FMldr] Fuck you.

[FMldr] What do you want?

[AlexK] Awww! Don't be mad.

[FMldr] WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?

[AlexK] Shouting?? Tsk, tsk. How rude. Don't worry -- it's just for my own personal viewing pleasure. No one else knows about them. You, of all people, should be able to appreciate the desire for fine, erotic film.

[FMldr] Fine. Why don't you come over here and bring a camcorder?

[AlexK] Hmmm. Well, there is that fantasy you have of shooting me between the eyes right after we do the deed. What's so wrong with cuddling, anyway? If you're not killing me, you're pushing me away and ordering me out. It's almost enough to give me a complex.

[FMldr] Damn. I was trying to make you feel completely unwanted and undesirable. I must try harder.

[AlexK] Yeah, I feel really undesirable right now. Especially since your cock is already hardening again. Oh yeah, stroke it again... Your stamina amazes me, Mulder. I couldn't believe it when you managed it three times last night during your little porno marathon.

[FMldr] How long have you been watching me?

[AlexK] Just a couple of days. You do have a very active, if solitary, sex life. Does Scully know you keep jerking off when she interrupts you in the middle of it? You sounded so businesslike, if a bit abrupt on that phone call the other night. I gained new respect for you.

[FMldr] You can *hear* me too?

[AlexK] Of course. And I have to ask... Have you always called out my name when you come? Or is this a new development?

[AlexK] C'mon, Mulder. I know you're still there. [g]

[AlexK] Hey, inquiring minds want to know....

[FMldr] What do you expect me to say?

[AlexK] Well, you could always answer the question I just asked.

[FMldr] What makes you think I'd tell you?

[AlexK] Absolutely nothing. But I am really curious about it. You sound so desperate and needy when you cry out my name. I had to try.

[FMldr] Go to hell

[AlexK] Why can't you just take this as the compliment that it is?

[FMldr] Funny, I thought this was yet one more example of your fucking psychosis.

[AlexK] ::shrug:: Probably. But you should still be flattered. I could electronically surveil anyone's place, you know. But I chose you.

[FMldr] Why me?

[AlexK] Because you're sexy, amusing and a hell of a lot of fun to watch. Besides which, I can't think of anyone who would provide such regular entertainment. It's a wonder you're not blind with hairy palms.

[FMldr] There are sexier, hornier guys than me out there who would probably give their left arm to be with you....oops. Sorry. But, I'll ask again. Why *me*?

[AlexK] I like you, Mulder. I've taken to carving our initials on trees, writing your name on all my notebooks... This seemed like the next logical step. What can I say? I'm smitten.

[FMldr] Right. You want to sell me a bridge while you're at it?

[AlexK] I don't know -- what do you have in the way of pretty glass beads?

[FMldr] Krycek...it's too late for these games. Tell me the truth. Who's going to see those tapes? Why would they be interested in my lack of a sex life?

[AlexK] They really are just for me. Honestly.

[FMldr] When are you coming to remove the cameras?

[AlexK] Who says I'm going to remove them?

[FMldr] Well, I figured you'd want an excuse to come over here. I was offering you one.

[AlexK] Aww! I'm touched. Thanks for the offer, but you're too pissed off at me right now, and I'm enjoying this whole voyeur thing far too much.

[FMldr] I'm not pissed off Krycek....I just don't know what the hell you're up to.

[AlexK] Well, that's okay. I like being a man of mystery.

[FMldr] I want to see you.

[AlexK] Why?

[FMldr] Come on...is it really fair that you get to watch me whenever you want, and I have to rely on my imagination?

[AlexK] Life isn't fair. Surely you've learned that lesson by now.

[FMldr] So, you've seen me in the bedroom, too, I suppose.

[AlexK] Yep. And in the shower. You've got to be the only person in the world who actually washes, rinses and repeats. I can't believe you don't realize that's just a conspiracy by shampoo manufacturers to make you buy more...

[FMldr] Okay. Thanks for driving me out of my home, Krycek.

[AlexK] Well, shouldn't you start packing? Instead of continuing to jerk-off, I mean. Or do you like the idea that I'm watching? You must. Are you so sure you want to leave?

[FMldr] Maybe I do like that you're watching me right now... But I can't stay here knowing that there's nothing you won't see.

[AlexK] Well, if it's any consolation, there's no camera on the toilet.

[FMldr] Gee, thanks for that. Wow. Would you believe I really am beginning to feel sorry for you now?

[AlexK] See? I knew you cared.

[FMldr] Yeah, I guess I do. It's a shame, though, to waste all this care on someone who...

[AlexK] Who...? Don't leave me in suspense.

[FMldr] I had you pegged all wrong, Alex.

[AlexK] Oh do enlighten me...

[FMldr] There was always a certain appeal in being attracted to you. You're a cold, amoral son of a bitch, and I must be insane to want you, but... Well, it's just a little disappointing to find out you have to resort to being a peeping Tom because you don't have to balls to face me in person. Guess I was wrong about you. I don't like being wrong.

[AlexK] LOL!! You really do want me to come over don't you? And you think I'll fall for that transparent attempt? Show up to prove my manhood to you? Dream on, Mulder. Well, sadly I do need to go, things to do, people to see, audio tapes to deliver... Ooops. I let that slip, didn't I? But don't worry the video tapes are all mine. Have a nice night, Mulder.

~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~

Hit and Run 4: Moving Violation

[AlexK] How's my favorite government agent tonight?

[FMldr] Krycek? You're three days early.

[AlexK] Does this mean you considered our Friday night a standing date? That you were counting the days? I'm so pleased.

[FMldr] Well, we did kind of have a routine set up, don't you think?

[AlexK] Clever deflection of the actual question. But I'll let it slide this once... Yes, I suppose we did.

[FMldr] I answered your question. But I'll let *that* slide... So, what's the occasion?

[AlexK] Nothing special. I'm bored. Figured you'd entertain me.

[FMldr] Are you sure that's all it is?

[AlexK] Hmmm. Let me think.... Yep, that's it. I'm bored.

[FMldr] That's too bad. Sorry I don't have anything thrilling planned to amuse you. As you can see, I'm just catching up on some paperwork and checking my mail.

[AlexK] Oh, my conscience actually launched a rare attack. I took the feed out while you were at work today. Flushed one of your dead fish, and fed the rest, too. I have to wonder -- do you get some sick thrill out of starving fish to death?

[FMldr] Oh, I was wondering where Joe Bob went. Burial at sea, huh? He would have loved that. And forgive me if I don't believe you about the video feed.

[AlexK] ::shrug:: You could have your geek friends over to confirm it. I noticed you didn't bother to have them come over and sweep the place. I wonder why that is?

[FMldr] Guess I'm just an exhibitionist at heart. And I must admit that I got a kick out of the idea of you being so obsessed with me, you had to rig my apartment in order to get some cheap thrills. Just proves my theory about you.

[AlexK] Oh, don't sell yourself short, Mulder. The thrills you offer are hardly cheap.

[FMldr] Ahhhh, good to know you appreciate my efforts.

[AlexK] You're a natural, I must say. The camera loves you.

[FMldr] Thank you. I was hoping you'd get my good side.

[AlexK] Yes, it's all been good. You've been quite... inspired the last few days. I'm really regretting ending the surveillance, actually.

[FMldr] Something told me you'd like the little extras. It's really too bad I couldn't see your reaction to what I was doing.

[AlexK] Still angling for a visit from me, Fox?

[FMldr] What would you think if I said yes?

[AlexK] Something along the lines that I'm not the only desperately obsessed schmuck in this chat.

[FMldr] Well, to be fair, I never said you were the only one.

[AlexK] Oh, but to be fair, that's what you've always implied.

[FMldr] Is it my fault you're so self-centered you can't see the obvious?

[AlexK] Oh c'mon, Mulder. I've seen the obvious. I'm just pointing out that you're finally willing to admit it.

[FMldr] I've admitted it before, but I think you never believed me.

[AlexK] I'm not sure I do now, really. This lack of trust between us is such an ugly thing.

[FMldr] LOL! And you've done so much to try and relieve that horrible mistrust....oh, I'm sorry. I had you confused with the assassin who *didn't* wire my apartment.

[AlexK] You're just proving my point. I wasn't trying to argue that I was trustworthy...

[FMldr] You weren't?

[AlexK] Nope. I generally try to avoid lost causes.

[FMldr] You think we're a lost cause?

[AlexK] Probably. Don't you?

[FMldr] I don't know.

[AlexK] Well, this is getting serious. And depressing. Not really what I had in mind.

[FMldr] What did you have in mind?

[AlexK] I dunno. Something a bit more lighthearted, I suppose. So, read any good books lately? Seen any good movies? Videos?

[FMldr] Nothing interesting.

[AlexK] That's disappointing.

[FMldr] And somehow I'll manage to survive. Do you have any movie recs for me, Krycek?

[AlexK] Well, none that would interest you. Apparently.

[FMldr] Apparently? Am I supposed to know what you're referring to?

[AlexK] Yeah, you are. Though I shouldn't be surprised we're back in denial mode. That, or you just get your kicks from being difficult.

[FMldr] I'm sorry?

[AlexK] I'm sorry, too.

[FMldr] Krycek, what are you talking about?

[AlexK] Apparently, not a damn thing.

[FMldr] Something tells me you're upset. I'm a professional, it's my job to know these things. Care to clue me in?

[AlexK] Ah, don't mind me. It's been a long couple days. I'm cranky. So, no good books or movies or videos. What have you been up to? Anything interesting?

[FMldr] LOL! Krycek, this interest in my recreational activities has me stumped.

[AlexK] I'm trying normal conversation. You're not helping. How's the weather there?

[FMldr] It's fine.

[AlexK] Well, I suppose that explains the lack of good books, movies and videos in your life. You must be out enjoying the early spring. Are the cherry blossoms blooming yet?

[FMldr] Krycek, you're starting to sound like mother. Please, don't do that.

[AlexK] Oh, fuck it. Did you get the damn video or not?

[FMldr] Video?

[FMldr] Krycek? You still there?

[FMldr] Well, you must still be there since you haven't logged off. I did get a package today... hmm....could that be what you're talking about?

[AlexK] Oh, don't be coy.

[FMldr] I didn't realize I was being coy. Hold on....let me open it.

[AlexK] You found a mysterious package when you got home and haven't opened it? Yeah, right. Pull the other one.

[FMldr] Why, look....it's a videotape. Krycek, did you send me a present?

[FMldr] Well, if it's not from you, I guess it can wait until later.

[AlexK] Yeah, you should wait until tomorrow night to watch it. After you get home from work.

[FMldr] Okay, I will.

[AlexK] Good. So, what are you doing online tonight? Business or pleasure? Got anymore recs for me? I have been enjoying them.

[FMldr] Actually, it's business. Maybe later I'll have some recs for you....unless you're interested in voodoo.

[AlexK] Oh, I'm very interested in voodoo right now.

[FMldr] Why?

[AlexK] It's always fascinated me.

[FMldr] I see.....you weren't thinking of putting a curse on me, were you?

[AlexK] Of course not. Why would you think that?

[FMldr] Well, you said "right now." For some reason you seem to be a bit more testy than usual. If I'm pissing you off, why don't you sign off?

[AlexK] I have no idea. Perhaps I'm finally getting in touch with my inner masochist.

[FMldr] That sounds promising.

[AlexK] I thought you might like that.

[FMldr] Hey, if it involves you being in pain, I'm all for it.

[AlexK] Tell me more.

[FMldr] Nice try. So, why am I pissing you off?

[AlexK] You're not. I told you -- it's been a long, hard couple of days. I'm exhausted, wired and bored. Not everything's about you, Mulder.

[FMldr] Alex....I just asked you why you're still here if you're pissed off with me, and you said something about your inner masochist. Notice, you didn't deny being pissed with me. So. Why are you?

[AlexK] I'm just trying to say that it's not you - it's me. Bet you've heard that one before, eh Fox? Anything, *anyone* would piss me off right now. I'm just blowing off steam.

[FMldr] Okay. Well, I'm done here. Hope you manage to blow off all that steam. Have a good night, Krycek.

[AlexK] Bye.

[FMldr] Are you okay?

[AlexK] Um, aren't you supposed to be gone?

[FMldr] Well, I can't leave when you seem so.....unlike you.

[AlexK] Why not?

[FMldr] Because even creatures like you deserve to have someone ask if they're okay.

[AlexK] LOL!! Of course. Fox Mulder, humanitarian. I'm fine, Mulder. Your work here is done. Log off with a clear conscience.

[FMldr] I'm afraid I can't do that.

[AlexK] ::rolling my eyes:: I'm fine. Shoo!

[FMldr] Okay. But before I go... good show.

[AlexK] What are you talking about?

[FMldr] Oh, I guess I forgot I *did* watch the video you sent.

[AlexK] Whatever, Mulder. I'm too tired for your games.

[FMldr] You're right. It is late. I'll give you the full report next time I talk to you.

[AlexK] Tease. Bastard. Ingrate.

[FMldr] Flattery has no effect on me, Krycek.

[AlexK] I'm not so sure I believe that.

[FMldr] Believe what you like. I'm going to bed. Goodnight.

[AlexK] Night.

~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~

Alex stepped back from the computer enraged. *I'm an idiot. A fucking idiot.* Cursing himself, he had to wonder what he'd been thinking. Leaving the video as a gift, like the pathetic lovesick fool he was. He'd accomplished nothing. Just given Mulder a wide opening to fuck with him. And not in a good way.

He paced the room's length a couple times, then, before he could think to much about it, fled out the door and to the stairwell. One flight down, and he was standing in front of Mulder's door. Listening at the door, he could hear the faint sound of moans. He recognized those moans. The bastard. He was watching it.

Taking the key he'd made years ago, he quietly opened the door. Mulder was too caught up in the images on the screen to notice him, and Alex took a moment to appreciate the spectacle before him. Leaning back into his couch, Mulder's sweatpants were shoved down his thighs while he frantically stroked his cock.

Glancing at the TV, Alex saw what had Mulder's rapt attention. On screen was Alex, fucking himself with a dildo, in concert with the fuzzy images and loud moans of Mulder jerking off on the TV in front of him.

Smiling wickedly, he coughed politely. "So, I guess you were lying about the lack of good videos after all."

Startled, Mulder sat up quickly, an amusing mix of guilt and embarrassment on his shocked face. "What the hell are you doing here?" He quickly yanked up his sweats.

"Well, you've been practically begging for a visit from me during our last few chats. I figured I'd oblige you." Shutting the door behind him, Alex leaned casually against the wall.

Mulder stood, debating whether or not to go for the gun he had in his desk, but decided against it. It was obvious Krycek wasn't being a threat...yet.

"How did you get here so quickly?" He walked to his desk and stood with his hands behind his back, his fingers on the handle of the drawer, just in case.

"I've been in the neighborhood." Alex looked over at the TV, oddly fascinated with the sight of himself. His cock twitched, beginning to strain against denim, and his blood began to sing the possibilities of his impromptu visit. "So, you like my present?"

"It's fine, yeah," Mulder muttered, moving his hands in front of him in a delayed effort to hide his erection. Watching Krycek watch himself was even better than anything on the video, and Mulder felt an impossible heat rising in him, his face flushed. He tore his eyes away and cleared his throat. "Krycek, why are you here? And don't say it's because I asked you to come."

"Why does it have to be anything more than that?" Krycek asked patiently. "This has been building up for weeks now." Shrugging, he began to walk across the room. "I figure it was inevitable."

Mulder stood his ground, not that he had any choice considering he was already backed up against the desk. When he'd told Krycek he'd wanted to see him, he had never imagined he'd be taken up on his offer. Now that Krycek was actually here - not just here, but walking, no, *stalking*, toward him - Mulder had no idea what to do.

Krycek smiled to himself. Mulder was so transparent, so obviously at a loss -- Alex hardly knew where to begin. Stopping abruptly, just a few steps shy of Mulder, he suddenly realized *he* didn't have any idea of where to begin. He'd fantasized about this for such a long time now, the recent chats had given him such hope, and now... Alex had no fucking idea what to do. Shifting uncomfortably, he cleared his throat. "So? What do we do now?"

Certain that he hadn't heard him correctly, Mulder leaned forward slightly. "What?"

"Yeah, what?" Alex took another step towards him. "What now? Do we consummate this thing for real? Discuss the weather? Do you beat me up?" he glanced behind him at the TV and smirked. "Or do you just want to watch videos together?"

Mulder swallowed hard. By all rights, Krycek should be bleeding and on the ground trying to catch his breath after a few well-placed punches. He wasn't supposed to be standing there being cocky and too fucking sexy for Mulder to resist. Quashing the urge to close the gap between them, Mulder slowly opened the desk drawer and took out the gun.

Krycek registered the surreptitious movement, and realized he didn't even have his gun. *Damnit. What the fuck is wrong with me?* "What are you doing Mulder?"

Stopping short of saying he was playing it by ear, Mulder brought the gun up, pointing it at Krycek.

"Oh, fuck you Mulder. I knew I shouldn't have come. I'm out of here." Turning on his heel, Krycek began walking toward the door, trying to ignore the prickling sensation along his back that screamed "Danger."

That's all it took to spur Mulder into action. He cocked the gun. "Stop."

Krycek froze at the sound, then hung his head in resignation. It was over. After all these years of impossible situations and close calls, he'd finally fucked up. And over what? His on-going, pathetic infatuation with a man he should have forgotten years ago? "Fine, Mulder. Shoot me. Get it over with."

"Turn around."

Turning around slowly, Krycek attempted a wry grin. It failed miserably. "Not the type to shoot someone in the back, huh, Mulder?"

Mulder had thought Krycek was just playing along, but the look on his face testified to his very real fear of being killed. Concentrating on keeping his face as expressionless as possible, an easy feat if there ever was one, Mulder kept the gun trained on Krycek. "Only cowards shoot people in the back."

"Okay, Mulder, so you're not a coward." Krycek managed a shrug, and spread his arms out wide. "Bravo for you. Now why don't you just do the deed?" Oddly enough, he felt strangely calm. This wasn't the worst end he could come to, after all. And there was a certain sense of poetic justice to it. He locked eyes with Mulder and waited.

Smirking slightly, Mulder walked to Krycek and jammed the gun in his side. Krycek winced, and Mulder began to feel less bewildered by what he should do. In fact, the gun in his hand was providing exactly the confidence he needed to control this thing. "Get on your knees."

Krycek stared at him with blank amazement. Was this just a game? A continuation of their online fantasies? He wondered why he was surprised, but couldn't suppress a feeling of wary hope. Without a word, he sank to his knees and looked up expectantly at Mulder.

Mulder sensed the change in Krycek's demeanor. Slowly, carefully, he moved to stand behind Krycek, pressing the gun to the back of his head. "I should do this right. This is how you kill people, isn't it?"

"Fuck you, Mulder," Alex snarled. "What the hell do you want from me?"

"Maybe I want you dead," Mulder said thoughtfully. "Maybe I want to make you squirm a little before I kill you." He moved around to stand in front of Krycek. Crouching down, the gun resting on his thigh, he fixed him with a steely glare. "Any last requests?"

"Fuck you, Mulder. If you think I'm going to beg you for a blow job before you kill me, you're insane. If you're going to kill me, do it. Otherwise, stop playing this game, you sick fuck." Alex was proud he'd kept the trembling fear out of his voice, though it was probably a moot point. He was shaking too visibly for any real dignity.

Stunned that this was actually getting to Krycek, Mulder stared at him a few moments before standing up. He bit back a grin as he pressed the gun to Krycek's forehead. "Who says dreams don't come true, huh, Alex?" He pulled the trigger.

Alex braced himself, his mind mercifully blank. It happened in slow motion, the sound of the trigger being pulled back seemed to last an eternity. Jerking away at the sharp click of the gun, it took Alex a minute to realize he was still alive. Mulder didn't have the clip in the gun.

He rose to his feet, shouting. "You godamn sick fucking prick. Fuck you, Mulder, fuck *you*!" Rising quickly, he struck viciously at Mulder, sending the useless gun flying across the room. Mulder looked stunned, staring down at his empty hand as if he couldn't believe what he'd done. *Or maybe he didn't realize the gun wasn't loaded and was suffering crippling disappointment, Krycek thought cynically.* Giving Mulder one last scathing look, Krycek turned and strode to the door.

"Come on, Krycek," Mulder said, laughing. "Don't tell me you didn't think that was funny. I promise, in a few years we'll look back on this and laugh."

Krycek froze, his hand on the doorknob. Turning slowly, he pinned Mulder with a steady gaze. "No, Mulder, I didn't think there was anything funny about that." He shook his head, disgusted at the smile that still lingered on Mulder's face. "I know what you think of me, of what I do, but for the record, I *don't* torture or play mind games with people like that. If I have to kill someone, I do it quickly, I do it cleanly. I allow them as much dignity and spare them as much pain as I can."

Mulder looked at him, unable to wipe the smirk off his face despite his best attempts. He really hadn't planned on pulling the trigger, but at the time it seemed like the perfect thing to do. Why should Krycek always be in control of the situation? Of course, now it looked like Mulder wasn't going to get anything out of this....not that he was any more sure of what he wanted now than when Krycek showed up.

Placing his hand over his heart, he shook his head. "That is why you are a prince among men, Krycek. When you kill, you do it as nicely as possible."

Krycek closed his eyes, wondering why the hell he was still standing here. "I really don't think you're in any position to judge me, Mulder. You never were, really. But I think you lost what little moral high ground you had with that stunt."

Mulder's eyes opened wide. "Oh my god. I was on moral high ground with you? And now I *lost* it?" He looked around as if in utter disbelief, then turned back to Krycek. "I...I don't know if I can deal with this. Does this mean you won't want to cyberfuck me anymore?"

"I don't know," he breathed, more to himself than Mulder. He'd had Mulder on a pedestal for years now, as a sort of touchstone amidst the rest of the madness. It probably wasn't a fair place to put him, but Alex had never been able to help himself. This cruelly laughing, bitter man was a far cry from the image Alex carried with him all these years. But even that didn't change the essentials. He still wanted Mulder. Hell, he probably wanted him even more now, wanted to get to him, crack open the twisted shell and see if Mulder was still somewhere underneath it. Or see if he'd just been a pathetic, delusional fuck about Mulder for all these years.

Something in Krycek's tone caught Mulder off guard. He'd assumed they'd be able to engage in the sniping that was such a big part of their chats, but now he wasn't so sure. It seemed that the Krycek he chatted with was a different man after getting the shit scared out of him. "Would it make you feel better if I take a swing at you?"

Krycek scrubbed his face and let out a weary sigh. "Mulder, have you ever been able to figure out the fine line between fantasy and reality? Or are you just too fucked up to make that distinction?"

"Funny, I thought that if I kicked your ass, that *would* be reality."

Krycek took a step towards him. "Is that really what you want to do?"

Mulder swallowed nervously, images of what he really wanted to do flittering through his mind, sending a jolt to his groin. He was suddenly too aware that he was half-hard and that the way Krycek was looking at him was only serving to make things worse....or was that better? "Why were you in the neighborhood?" He asked quickly, wanting to steer this conversation away from the thoughts he was having.

Krycek gave a short laugh, one that didn't seem very amused. "Things have been a little... complicated lately. I needed to disappear, but still be close to the action. I was hiding in plain sight, I suppose. This is the last place anyone would think to look for me." He seemed to relax and gave a swift, but sincere grin. "And being your neighbor... well, it appealed to my sense of the absurd."

"My--" Mulder looked to see if he was kidding. "My *neighbor*?"

Krycek laughed outright at the expression on Mulder's face. "Yep. I've been up on the fifth floor -- the apartment above you, actually, for the last month. There were a couple of close calls, I almost ran into Scully at one point. But, overall it's worked out very well. Everyone's sure I skipped town."

Mulder's jaw dropped. He'd had no clue - no *fucking* clue - that the bastard had been so close this whole time, had probably sat up there laughing at him while Mulder went about his daily life in utter ignorance. Not just laughing at him, monitoring him, probably reporting-- "You son of a bitch!" In a flash, Mulder had closed the distance between them and had Krycek by the collar of his shirt. "Why the fuck do they have you watching me?"

Krycek was shaking again, but no longer from fear. It didn't matter that Mulder was holding him in anger, threatening violence. It was enough. His traitorous cock began to stir with interest, and his heart was pounding in a steady, insistent rhythm. Struggling a bit, Krycek wished fervently that they could just skip this dance for once. "They don't. Like I said, I've been lying low. No amount of surveillance I could give them on you would save me at this point."

Trying not to allow himself to become distracted by the heat of Krycek's body, resisting the urge to crush his lips to Krycek's deceitful mouth, Mulder yanked him closer. "How do I know that? Surveillance would be a more believable explanation for why you wired my apartment."

"Yeah, and it would be an easier one, too." Krycek rested his forehead against Mulder's, reveling in the feel of warm breath against his lips, thrilled when Mulder didn't pull away. "Admitting that it wasn't a job, that it was just for me... Well, it proves your point about how pathetic I am."

Mulder didn't say anything, his eyes closed as he thought about what Krycek said, savoring the closeness of him. Before Mulder could register what he was doing, he had tilted his head slightly, his lips finding Krycek's and brushing against them.

Opening his mouth immediately, Krycek sucked Mulder's lower lip into his mouth, unwilling to let him back away from this. He nibbled it gently, then took advantage of Mulder's now open mouth, thrusting his tongue inside. Snaking his hand up to cradle Mulder's head, he deepened the kiss further, wanting to map and memorize the flavors, the textures, before Mulder came to his sense and ripped it all away.

Krycek's response took him by surprise, and all Mulder could do was surrender to the sensation, melting into him. Years of wanting this, fantasizing about this moment, were nothing compared to the reality of it all. Groaning into Krycek's mouth, Mulder gave into him co