Rated: A for NC-17 Slash
Pairing: M/K
Summary: Sleepless between the lines. They really didn't tell us the whole story.
Disclaimer: Disclaimer Sadly not ours. Sadly, no money.
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Mulder walked towards the exit, his face set in an expression of concentration as he went over the information the doctor had given him. Being able to control someone's dreams had to be the key to this case, and the fact that Grissom was researching it had to have something to do with his death. But what?
Smiling smugly to himself, Mulder couldn't help thinking that at least he was further on the case than that little weasel who'd tried to steal it away from him. Who the hell did that kid think he was anyway? Walking up to him and informing him that it was *his* case?
Mulder shook his head and opened the front doors, thankful that he'd managed to ditch the rat long enough to get some useful information. Next, he thought to himself, he'd have to see what Scully found in Grissom's autopsy. Then he'd--
He lost his train of thought when he realized his cab wasn't waiting for him. The slam of a car door and an irritated voice caught his attention, and he turned his head, groaning when he saw who it was.
I paid off your cab. Alex Krycek was stalking towards him, clad in indignation that exuded from every pore and lent a glow of righteous anger that fairly crackled about him. I dont appreciate being ditched like someones bad date.
What could he say? He was caught. There would be nothing for it but to face the fury, and maybe try to fan the flames a little until the little jerk got so annoyed that Krycek was there, in his face, and there wasnt time to do more than extemporize.
Krycek seemed furious. He turned and walked back to where the car was waiting, obviously wondering just what he had to do to get the arrogant son of a bitch to listen to him. It was clear that hed thought he was starting to get through, when Mulders cell had rung, and hed turned away from Krycek, shutting him out as he moved out of earshot.
Krycek knew that it was that bitch, Scully. He could tell from the sappy smile Mulder was attempting to conceal, and it was plain to see that his anger at her was rising in his throat like acid. He heard Mulders closing words. I can make it in two hours, and smiled grimly to himself. Mulder put away his phone and moved to the car to drive away, suddenly becoming unsure as he failed to gain entry. Holding up the key, Krycek savored his triumph.
So, where are we going?
Mulders response to that was, thankfully, inaudible.
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Mulder watched the young man as he drove them back to La Guardia. He couldn't put his finger on what it was that bugged him so much, but he was not happy. Maybe it was the neat-as-a-pin hair, or the too-good-to-be-true earnestness, but Mulder knew he'd have to find a way to ditch him again.
"Why do you care if I take this case from you?" he asked, breaking the silence. "I'm sure there's something else you can run away and do."
"Come off it, Mulder, suppose you get down off your ego and tell me what you've found out?" Krycek was virtually spitting with fury as he pushed the car along at 10 miles above the speed limit.
"Why don't you give me one good reason I should?" Mulder retorted, obviously enjoying seeing the rookie lose his cool. "If you want to know badly enough you can turn the car around and talk to the doctor yourself."
Krycek pressed his lips together tightly, and as the next turnoff on the highway appeared, he took it, coming to a halt in the parking lot of a diner. "Just what is your problem with me, Mulder?"
"You're annoying," Mulder smirked. "You're annoying and you're not my partner."
"I may be annoying, but I don't see how you can know that considering we've been in each others company for all of 15 minutes." Krycek turned to Mulder. "Like it or not, you can't have it all your own way. It's my case."
Mulder snorted and turned his head to look out the passenger window. "A minor technicality. Look, I'll put up with you as long as I have to in order to solve this case, then you can go on your way." He looked at Krycek again, a sweet smile on his face. "How's that? Will that satisfy your fragile little ego?"
"You can abuse me as much as you like, Mulder, but the fact remains that you and I are here til the case is solved, and I won't be shoved into the background. So what do you have?" Krycek had calmed a little, but his face was set and his eyes were cold as he looked at the senior agent.
Mulder pursed his lips then let out an exasperated sigh. This kid was going to be tougher to deal with than he thought. "Look, just get us back on the road and I'll tell you, okay? I don't want to keep Scully waiting."
No, thought Krycek, savagely. We mustnt keep the great goddess Scully waiting. We mustnt do that. He practically ground his teeth as he slammed the car into gear and resumed their journey. After several minutes of silence, during which time he could feel the tension mount, he glanced at Mulder, and snarled.
Come on then. What do you have?
"Did you know that there are thirty-eight different dyssomnias and parasomnias, Krycek?" Mulder smirked. "Grissom treated them all and was pretty successful. Impressive, huh?"
Absolutely. I know Im impressed. How do you suppose that it fits in with the case? Krycek had taken great care to keep the suppressed anger out of his voice, but he knew from the smug look on Mulders face that he hadnt succeeded. Mentally chastising himself for giving away his vulnerability, he waited for what was surely going to be yet another jerking around from the senior agent.
"I'm not exactly sure," Mulder shrugged. He'd be damned if he would let Krycek in on his theory right away. If the punk wanted to work on the case, let him prove himself. "It might not have anything at all to do with it. Might even be a dead end."
Jesus! The word exploded out of Krycek, and he swerved towards an approaching off-ramp, indicating as he did so. Im sorry youre gonna be late for your appointment with Scully, but you just remember that youre the one that made me go back to the research facility just to find out what you are too fucking arrogant to tell me.
Mulder shot up in his seat. "Goddammit, Krycek! There's nothing else to tell you. Grissom was doing research on whether or not dreams can be controlled by outside forces. I don't see what it has to do with this case, but that's everything I found out." He glared at the junior agent. "Now get us to La Guardia or I take the wheel, okay?"
Relishing the tiny bit of control he seemed to have wrested from his infuriating senior, Krycek permitted himself a tiny, triumphant smirk as he pulled the car back into the traffic. A few minutes later they were approaching the airport. As they checked the car in, Krycek was hard pressed to keep up with Mulder, and taking his seat beside Mr. Congeniality on the shuttle, he had to remind himself exactly why he was there. Youll get yours, Mulder, I promise you, he thought as they took off.
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Mulder walked quickly to the autopsy lab, anxious to see what Scully had found. She'd sounded very interested when she'd called him, and Mulder had no doubt that her findings would shed some kind of light on the case.
Walking in, he grinned when he saw Scully and tried to play 'name the organ' with her. Wrong, as usual, he smiled then awkwardly introduced her to Krycek when she turned around and saw the two of them standing there.
Thats Scully? That squat little creature with the short legs and the attitude is the brave, the noble, the fearless goddess Scully? Well, fuck me! Krycek extended his hand, and flapped it awkwardly as the bitch ignored it in favor of demonstrating her findings to Mulder with the proud air of a cat depositing a particularly large and tasty rodent at the feet of her master. If Krycek hadnt suddenly caught sight of the partially eviscerated corpse she had indicated, he might have laughed. As it was, he turned away quickly to swallow his gorge before he deposited the contents of his stomach onto the slab. Crazily, as he backed away, he wondered if vomiting onto a corpse that was only partly post-mortemed would get him reprimanded.
Mulder smirked and exchanged an amused 'Rookies. What're you gonna do?' look with Scully. He would have laughed long and hard at the little display, but Scully was already telling him what she'd discovered, and the information quickly gained his undivided attention.
How could the man have died from a fire that didn't exist? Mulder could feel Krycek's gaze boring into both him and Scully as the three of them stood by the autopsy table trying to absorb the impossible. Finally, he turned to the young man.
"I guess that's it for the day, huh? You can go ahead and go. Scully and I have a few things to discuss."
Agent Mulder? A word with you, please. Krycek was back to grinding his teeth again. Youll excuse us, Agent Scully, he grated, his voice harsh with the pent-up frustration of the past 24 hours. As she shrugged and moved off to tidy herself and wash her hands, Krycek moved in close to Mulder, his chin up as he bristled with unspoken fury. If you are going to discuss my case you do it in my presence. Im not a a busboy, to be dismissed. Where do you get off?
Mulder couldn't help himself and smiled widely at the obvious anger coming off the younger man. "You need to learn not to be so paranoid, Krycek. Scully is my friend and she's been going through a hard time lately. I just wanted to make sure she's doing all right." He leaned in and lowered his voice. "I don't think she'd want to open up with you around."
Mulder watched the agent bristle then felt a surprising tug of sympathy. He could remember what it had been like to be scorned as the new agent. The memory of being looked down upon and harangued unjustly by senior agents wasn't ever really all that far away and Mulder found himself weakening a little. The irritated expression on Krycek's face reminded him a little of himself and he had to give in, even if it was just for the night. "Okay," he sighed, "why don't you wait outside for me and I'll be out in ten minutes. Will that work?"
Uttering a harrumph of barely mollified acquiescence, Krycek backed off, telling himself that he had won this battle. As Mulder turned back to Scully, he watched the tall, slim form of his temporary partner go, and wished that things could somehow be different, and that the pair of them could become friends.
Mulder wished Scully a good night and turned back to Krycek. For an instant he looked so young and vulnerable, Mulder wanted to ease up on him. "You ready to go?" he asked softly as he put a hand on Krycek's back and led him to the door, not waiting for an answer.
Krycek felt the change in Mulders attitude as a weird heaviness in the depths of his belly. He was strangely confused as Mulder guided him out of the building and over to where their car was parked. As Mulder settled himself behind the wheel for the drive back to DC, Krycek took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. Mulders softening of attitude had dealt him a strange blow. Cautiously, he tried his voice, feeling a little better when it showed no sign of the inner turmoil he was experiencing.
So what do you think it all means, Mulder he asked.
Mulder let out a heavy sigh and turned to look at Krycek. "Honestly? I don't know. There was obviously some suggestion at work with Grissom. If he'd been asleep, I could tie it to his dreams being influenced, but there was the 911 call that showed he was very much awake before he died." He started the car and put the car in gear. "What do you think?"
Im not sure. Krycek pursed his lips in frowning thought. Hypnosis, maybe? What if someone had developed a way to cause a dream quite separately from sleep? No, thats impossible. His voice lapsed, and he turned to Mulder, shrugging.
"No, it might not be, you know," Mulder said, smiling at Krycek. "We could look into that tomorrow. Hypnosis has been known to have varying effects on people, so who's to say that the power of suggestion isn't strong enough to actually make a man *believe* he's being burned alive in a fire?" He stopped and cleared his throat. This was so different; talking about extreme possibilities in a case and not getting shut down at every turn. Casting an approving glance in Krycek's direction, he nodded. "I think I owe you an apology, Krycek."
Quite unable to restrain himself from the little wriggle of ecstasy at the words Mulder had just uttered, he lowered his lashes, ducking his head shyly. Maybe it would be all right after all.
Well meet at the Hoover in the morning? he asked.
"Yeah," Mulder nodded, then, almost without thinking, looked at him quickly. "Unless you want to grab a beer or something before you go home. I'm always too wired to go straight home after starting a new case."
Sure, Mulder. Krycek could feel his cheeks grow warm, and turned to look out of the window so that Mulder couldnt see that he was blushing like a schoolboy at the invitation. It would be great I mean, yeah. Beer is good.
Mulder smiled at the surprise he heard in Krycek's voice. Or was he just imagining it? He couldn't deny it would be a bit of an ego boost to think that the rookie agent was excited at being allowed to hang out with the old pro. Mulder shook his head and snickered to himself. He obviously needed to put his ego in check.
"So, tell me," Mulder said, trying to put Krycek more at ease, "what brought you into the FBI?"
I was in the NYPD for a while. I wasnt intending to move away from New York, but one of the senior officers encouraged me to apply to Quantico. He said that I should go for it, that I would enjoy it. I did enjoy the training. They put you through the lot though, dont they? How about you? When did you decide to join the Feds?
"I've pretty much been destined to work for the government since I was a kid," Mulder smirked, then glanced at Krycek. "My father works for them," he explained. "The event that sealed it was when my..." He stopped, the pain of revealing what happened to Samantha still too much for him to share with a virtual stranger. "I realized that I could help a lot of people if I went into Special Crimes. I wasn't proven wrong."
How the hell did you get into a weird set up like the X-Files? Its a bit of a stretch from Special Crimes. They had reached the underground parking facility beneath the Hoover Building, and the two of them moved as one towards Mulders car. Uh, where did you want to go? I should bring my car too, else Ill have to come back here later, and I hate that thought.
"I could always drop you home," Mulder shrugged, "and pick you up in the morning." He was afraid that he was starting to go to the extreme in the other direction and treat Krycek like his new best friend. Smiling shyly, he shrugged. "But it's up to you."
Uh Im out at Silver Spring. Isnt that a long way out for you? Krycek had a definite feeling of heavy warmth in his chest now, and had a sense of disappointment at the thought that Mulder wouldnt be able to come pick him up. Chasing that was the fullness that came from the praise that he had received from the senior agent. This was what he wanted, to belong, to be a part of what Mulder had. It was the most important thing he could imagine at that moment.
"You know what? At this point I really don't mind." Mulder frowned and wondered why he was suddenly being so accommodating. Deciding that guilt was a very strong and powerful emotion, he shrugged it off. "Just consider me the designated driver for tonight," he grinned. "How's that?"
I Thank you. Without further ado, the two of them climbed into Mulders car and Mulder accelerated out of the garage. A few minutes later they drew up outside Mulders favorite bar.
Inside, the lighting was muted, and there were tables arranged on different levels, with a pair of pool tables at the very back of the room. There were only a couple of people in the bar when they entered, and after buying a couple of beers, Krycek returned to where Mulder was sitting, idly watching the basketball game that the TV was showing overhead.
"You like basketball?" Mulder asked, taking a sip of his beer and looking back up at the TV.
"Well, yeah." Krycek slipped out of his jacket, rolled up his shirtsleeves, and finally removed his tie before rolling it up and tucking it into his pocket. "Who's playing?" He rotated a chair and sat straddling it, his forearms resting along the back as he watched the game.
"The best team in the world," Mulder grinned. "That's the Knicks for anyone who needs a translation." He followed Krycek's lead and slipped out of his jacket, sighing with satisfaction as he loosened his tie and undid the first few buttons of his shirt.
"The Knicks?" Krycek's voice was amused. "Bunch of prima donnas! They're almost legendary for folding in the 4th quarter." Krycek idly scratched his tanned forearm, and grinned derisively at Mulder. "Now if you wanted a real team, you gotta go with the Lakers."
"Is that so?" Mulder arched an eyebrow and sat up. "You have the nerve to call my beloved Knicks prima donnas when the Lakers are a team for celebrities and poseurs?" He snickered. "That's a designer team, Krycek. The Knicks are for real people."
Real people, yeah, Krycek thought to himself. Im a fucking construct. No wonder I support a team for plastic people. He smiled again, sourly. I dont expect to stay in New York. Ive got ambition. Some day Im gonna be on the West Coast, and Ill holiday in Acapulco. Taking a swig from his glass, he indicated the empty pool table. Fancy a game?
Mulder grinned and nodded slowly. "Why not? I'd love to play with a future high roller." He stood up and walked over to the pool table. "I'll rack 'em up and you can break," he said as he set up the game. "And we can make a bet if you'd like to make it interesting."
A bet? Krycek laughed over his shoulder as he sauntered over to the table. What do you want to play for? Im pretty broke, and I lost my virginity, so Im pretty slim pickings really, but name your price. Picking up the cue, he applied chalk to the end, walked around the table and finally made his shot, standing back to admire it as the balls flew across the table.
Mulder whistled at Krycek's shot and shook his head. "Maybe I'm wise not to make a bet," he grinned. "And, for the record, even if you *were* a virgin, that's not something that I'd put on the table." When Krycek missed, Mulder walked over to the table to take his shot. "But I will bet my favorite Sierra video that I can beat you." He smiled when he sank a ball and moved to take another shot.
Sierra? Good lord, Mulder. I thought you had a down on plastic people. Krycek lounged against the rail watching the older man as he carefully lined up the cue. His air of relaxed enjoyment had transformed him into a laughing young man, and he thoughtfully drained his glass as Mulder made his next shot. Want another?
"Why not? I'm no lightweight so you'll get drunk way before me. Who knows what'll happen then?" He winked then felt himself blush. Why the hell had he done that? If he didn't know better, he'd think he was flirting with Krycek. Flirting was not on the agenda for all sorts of reasons; the biggest being that flirting with a guy was never on the agenda. He cleared his throat and concentrated on lining up his next shot, hoping that Krycek didn't think anything of what he'd just done or said.
What Krycek was thinking was utterly confused. Hed heard Mulders words, and a sharp, sweet jolt had shot through him. Now, he was attempting to stay looking nonchalant whilst his hormones seethed and jittered inside him. Krycek had just had an epiphany. Mulders words had opened a door that hed been trying to keep locked, and now it was too late. Watching Mulder fumble his shot, Krycek felt himself grow hot.
"Damn," Mulder said as he missed his shot and crossed over to Krycek. "Looks like you're up." He stopped, frowning as he observed Krycek's flushed face. "You okay?" Reaching out a hand, he pressed it to Krycek's forehead. "You feel a little warm, but that could be the beer." He snickered and dropped his hand. "Are you a lightweight, Krycek?" he asked, smiling as he enjoyed teasing the younger man a little.
Ill bet I outweigh you, Mulder, Krycek grinned, trying to make light of his condition. This close to the other man, Krycek could smell him, warm, faintly spicy from cologne that had been applied at the start of the day, and overlaid with the glow from the afternoons heat. His head swam. The touch was intoxicating in a way that the drinks were not. Krycek knew that he would get little or no sleep that night. Standing up, he stepped in to stand toe to toe with Mulder. Ill take you on whenever you like. Name it!
"Is that so?" Mulder smiled. He suddenly felt very warm, the proximity of Krycek to him not helping matters any. And there was something else. Something about the way Krycek was looking at him. Mulder had seen that look before on the faces of women he'd taken out who'd wanted a little something other than the good night kiss he usually left them with. "Um, Krycek," he whispered, aware that he hadn't had nearly enough to drink to justify him saying this, "are you... Are you coming on to me?"
I What do you mean? Krycek drew away from the man that was making him feel so uncomfortably warm. I dont you arent He grabbed his cue and stomped over to the table, bending to take a shot, and painfully aware of Mulders eyes on him.
"Shit," Mulder muttered under his breath, turning away and picking up his drink. Well, *that* was a hell of a mistake to make, and now it was obvious that Krycek felt uncomfortable around him. He'd probably get in trouble, too, if Krycek decided to tell anyone about it. Mulder frowned. Would it be considered sexual harassment if one straight guy asked another if they were coming on to them? He chuckled and shook his head. The beer was making him stupid and he realized why as he took another sip. Drinking on an empty stomach usually wasn't a good idea. There, he could blame his ridiculous question on skipping lunch and dinner.
Krycek missed his next shot and Mulder walked over to him, a chagrined expression on his face. "Listen," he said softly, leaning in so as not to be overheard, "I'm sorry if I offended you. I don't want you to think that I think you'd... It was stupid. Blame deciding to drink without eating first, okay?"
The blood rushed to Kryceks face once again, and he ducked his head, before taking the out that Mulder had offered. Guess that it is rather a long time since breakfast. Think we ought to have something to eat? What do they have here anyway? He wandered away to see if there was food available, leaving Mulder standing, watching his retreat.
When he returned, he was carrying a menu, which he held out to Mulder with a pleased expression on his face.
Mulder grinned and took the menu, glad to see that he hadn't done any permanent damage with his earlier question. "What do you feel like?" he asked, perusing the menu. "The cheeseburger sounds really good." He handed the menu back to Krycek. "Order anything you want. My treat."
Glancing down the menu, Krycek opted for the same, and thanked Mulder. His discomfort had receded somewhat, but now he was conscious of the other mans easy elegance and more especially, his devastatingly sexy face. His mouth had turned suddenly dry, and his imagination was now laboring to picture Mulder naked and aroused. He shivered.
"You okay?" Mulder frowned, wondering at the strange expression and demeanor of his young partner. "We really need to get some food. I'll order at the bar and get us some more beer." He paused, putting his hand on Krycek's shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. "Unless you want to go home if you're not feeling well."
Im, his voice came out as a croak. Clearing his throat he tried again, with noticeably better results. Im fine, Mulder. Just a little light headed is all. Food will make it all right. He flashed a smile at Mulder, and his eyes fastened on the other mans lower lip. Swallowing nervously, he dropped his gaze. Im fine, he said again.
"Okay, if you're sure. I'll go order us our food then." Mulder gave Krycek's shoulder a reassuring squeeze then walked to the bar. He ordered the burgers and more beer, also asking for a pitcher of water in case Krycek would prefer that for the time being.
Mulder was concerned about the way Krycek was acting. Maybe what he'd said was still bothering the kid and he didn't want to say anything. Shaking his head at himself, Mulder picked up the two pitchers and went back to the table.
"I got us some water, too," Mulder said, putting the pitchers down. "Obviously," he added, smiling.
Water, yeah. Waters good. Krycek poured himself a glass and drank it down with a single tilt of his long neck. God, thats better. He gestured at the table. Guess youre gonna take me. I screwed up that last shot rather badly. Go on. Kill me!
"We don't have to finish the game if you're not feeling well," Mulder said, pouring himself a glass of water and taking a sip.
Krycek sighed a little, beginning to feel faintly irritated with Mulders solicitude. Im perfectly fine. Theres nothing wrong with me. I guess that today has been pretty exciting for me, is all. The case, and getting out into the field and all of that. Its been really cool.
"Okay, sorry for asking," Mulder laughed, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I just wanted to make sure I hadn't offended you. I guess I didn't. Now," he looked at the pool table, "let me go destroy you."
I guess Krycek waved his hand dismissively at the table. I cant believe I blew that last shot. Perhaps I should claim some kind of sickness at that. That was ignominious. He laughed, and reached to pour more water. Go on then. Teach me a lesson!
"Sorry, too late to make excuses," Mulder chuckled and went to take his shot. He made the next two but scratched on the third. "You got lucky," he smiled as he walked back to Krycek. "I got distracted on that last shot."
Stretching, Krycek rose lazily to his feet, and cracked his knuckles. He sauntered over to the table and inspected the lay, and then took the white ball from the pocket where it had rolled with Mulders last shot.
Muahahaha! You wont escape my vengeance a second time, he said in a stagey voice and turned to the table. Swiftly, the remainder of the striped balls began to disappear, each into the pocket that Krycek called. At last there was only the 8 ball left, and that one went the way of all the others. Grinning maniacally, Krycek bowed left and right, and then returned to where Mulder was sitting.
Clapping his hands and laughing, Mulder waited for the young man to sit down. "Youre a hustler, I think," he winked and poured Krycek a beer. "Do you want that video? Or did we put something else on the table? I don't remember."
Uh thats okay, Mulder. I wouldnt deprive you of your favorite porno flick. I can see that it means a lot to you. He laughed again. I dont really do a lot of porn. Dont have the time. The food order arrived at their table and Krycek greeted it with relief. The relief soon turned into anguish, however, when Mulder began to eat, and Krycek found his gaze drawn to the mobile mouth as Mulder chewed obliviously.
"You don't have time for porn?" Mulder asked, his eyes wide. "That's amazing." He licked his lips and took a sip of his beer. "Don't you like your food?" he frowned, pointing at Krycek's untouched plate then grabbing a fry. "I'll eat your fries if you don't want them."
Kryceks hand shot out to grab Mulders wrist. Hey! he laughed. Thats tantamount to a declaration of war. You can take pretty much anything before I let you have my fries. The heat of the contact seemed to travel along Kryceks arm, and he released his hold suddenly, feeling disoriented once again. This man was getting under his skin; that was for sure. My fries! Not ours, mine!
"Sheesh, calm down, Krycek," Mulder said playfully, taking one of the fries from his plate and holding it out to Krycek. "How about a truce? I offer this fry in the name of peace."
Grinning wickedly, Krycek took hold of the ketchup bottle, and aimed it at his senior agent. Okay, Mulder, hand over the fries or the shirt gets it! At Mulders resulting expression, he began to laugh, harder and harder until he was virtually doubled up.
Mulder couldn't help but join in the laughter, finding he actually liked the guy when he was relaxed and not acting like a little asshole. "You know," Mulder finally said, still giggling as he wiped at his eyes, "I think we're officially getting a little ridiculous." He looked at his watch. "And it's getting late. Come on, finish eating and we'll go back to my place."
His place, thought Krycek. He wants to take me back to his place. Kryceks mind raced. He didnt know whether he could cope with a night spent in Mulders company. Smiling shyly, he peered up at Mulder from beneath sinfully long lashes. Sure thing, Mulder, but I meant it about the tape. It would go to waste if I had it.
"Hmm, if I must keep it, I must keep it," Mulder grinned. "I only use them to blow off steam every now and then. You know how it is. What do you do?" he asked, biting into a fry and smiling as he chewed.
I uh Kryceks eyes were drawn again to that full mouth with the petulant lower lip that offered such promise. I guess I go out and get laid, usually. He felt his own mouth turn suddenly dry, and began to play with his fork, no longer hungry as he thought of those lips kissing him wrapping around his dick No. One just didnt think of ones partner in that context. He turned away again and picked up his glass.
"Good for you," Mulder laughed. "What's your secret? Other than being a good-looking kid?" Mulder noticed that Krycek seemed somehow distracted and he looked in the direction his partner was and saw a cute blonde sitting at a nearby table. "Sorry," he chuckled, "if you're busy scoping out the ladies, I can stop talking."
I Again, Krycek colored up, and almost choked on the beer that he was drinking. Im sorry. Force of habit, I guess. He turned to study the blonde in obedience to Mulders suggestion, and wriggled uncomfortably when she smiled at him. Hurriedly draining his glass and stuffing his last fry into his mouth, he pushed back his chair. Im ready when you are.
"Um, okay," Mulder said, picking up his glass and quickly draining it. He stood up and pulled out his wallet, tossing some money onto the table before turning to go. "Did you want me to drop you home instead?" he asked as they made their way to the door. "I just thought that since it's so late and we're so close to my apartment, you could just crash at my place and borrow a shirt for morning. It's okay if you don't want to, though."
Agent Mulder? Krycek preceded Mulder through the door, and then turned to face him as he came through. I guess that you need to know something about me before we go to wherever were going. I I dont scope out the ladies, Mulder.
"You don't... Mulder raised an eyebrow as he realized what Krycek was telling him. "Oh...you're... He nodded then shrugged then cleared his throat and wondered if he looked as stupid as he felt. "I'm sorry about before. If I'd known I wouldn't have... He stopped and smiled at him. "I guess that question about you coming on to me takes on a whole new meaning, huh? I'm sorry about that."
Save it, Mulder. You didnt know. I just got uncomfortable, but if you dont mind, then thats cool. He followed the senior agent as they made their way to where Mulders car was parked. He looked full on at Mulder, and then lowered his head. You get to choose whether we go to yours or to mine, okay?
"Hmm," Mulder said, fishing the car keys out of his pocket, "well, it's still late and I still live pretty near here. If you don't mind me not making the drive out to your place, let's just go back to my apartment. You can have the bed, okay?"
Flashing Mulder a relieved smile, Krycek climbed into the car. How come I get the bed? Is there something about it that youre not telling me? Where are you gonna sleep anyway? The bathtub? He giggled suddenly. Dont tell me. Youre a vampire, and youre gonna go out and look for blood to suck til the sun comes up.
"Hey, would you believe that's the nicest thing anyone's said about me in a while?" Mulder grinned as he unlocked the car doors. "Actually, I usually end up falling asleep on the couch so the bed pretty much goes to waste most nights."
Are you an insomniac, Mulder? You need to take serotonin for a while. Youll sleep like a baby. As they arrived at Hegal Place and Mulder parked his car, Krycek took a deep breath. He believed that he would be able to keep his attraction to Mulder from becoming too noticeable, but right now he was finding it tough to keep his arousal within bounds. Thankful that the night was warm, he sat with his jacket draped over his lap and prayed that Mulder wouldnt realize the true reason for that.
Mulder waited for Krycek to follow him out of the car before crossing the street to his building. "You know," he said, stifling a yawn and smiling apologetically, "I shouldn't have a hard time tonight. The beers made me sleepy." He opened the front door to the building and yawned again as they made their way to the elevator. "And for nights when I really can't sleep, I usually jerk off. Works like a charm, right?" He twisted his head, trying to ease his stiff neck. "Oh," he murmured, suddenly feeling a lot more tired than he thought he'd been, "the place is a mess."
Laughing at Mulders last comment, Krycek followed him into apartment number 42. It was cluttered. Krycek looked around himself with great interest. Hey, this is neat. I always wanted one of these, he said, making a beeline for the artists manikin that sat on a shelf beside the computer. He began to pose it, chuckling as he did so. Mulder had tossed his jacket over the back of a chair, and now yawned. Uh, okay. I can take a hint. Wheres the bed?
"Oh, no, don't feel like you have to rush off," Mulder smiled sleepily and started unbuttoning his shirt. "You can watch TV or get on the computer or whatever. You won't bother me." He took off his shirt and threw it onto the back of the chair to join his jacket. Deciding to leave his undershirt on, he sat down on the couch and started taking off his shoes and socks then looked up at Krycek. "Shit," he sighed. "I haven't changed the sheets. I've only slept in there a couple times since I changed them last, but..." he shrugged, "if you want clean ones I can get some."
Hey, thats okay, Krycek said. I dont want to put you out or anything. If youre really tired, you can take the bed, you know. Ill be fine on the couch. His eyes were drawn against their will to Mulders bare feet. The intimacy of the situation was starting to get to him. Can I use the bathroom? I wont take more than a minute or two.
"Yeah, help yourself to anything," Mulder yawned again. "Clean towels in the cabinet over the toilet...there may be an extra toothbrush in the medicine cabinet... He sighed and stretched out on the couch, his eyelids so heavy he could barely keep them open. Maybe it was the beer, he thought to himself, or maybe it was just the security of having someone else in the apartment with him. Whatever it was, Mulder fell asleep with a smile on his face.
Krycek relieved himself, and then found the toothbrush that had been mentioned, and brushed his teeth. His thoughts dwelt on Mulder, and the lean length of him, the easy grace and unconscious sensuality of the man. His groin responded almost instantly, and he sighed as he looked down at the unmistakable tent in the front of his suit pants. Gotta hope that Mulder really is sleeping, he mused, as he yanked a skein of toilet paper off the roll and wadded it until he could push it into his pocket. Sighing, he made his way back through the living room to the door that Mulder had indicated was the bedroom.
Mulder was sleeping, snoring gently, and Krycek moved swiftly to leave his presence, heaving a sigh of relief when he had closed the door behind him.
Stripping off quickly, he took his toilet paper and crossed to Mulders bed. It was piled with books and papers, and he spent five minutes stacking them all on the floor in one corner of the room. When finally he yanked back the covers and crawled onto the bed, he sighed, and inhaled. The faint scent of Mulders body was all around him, pervading his nostrils. He closed his eyes and imagined.
As his hand stole down to stroke his erection, he could see Fox Mulder on his knees before him. The vision was enough to make him gasp, and it took only a couple of strokes before he felt himself coming. Catching his ejaculate in a couple of squares of toilet paper, he gasped and shuddered his way through the rush of orgasm. God, if only
Sighing, he rolled over and tried to sleep.
Mulder groaned softly and slowly opened his eyes. Staring into the darkness, something didn't feel right. Then he remembered and smiled to himself as he sat up. He had a houseguest so the feeling that he wasn't alone didn't have to alarm him this time.
With a long, slow stretch he stood up and made his way, in the dark, towards the bathroom. The sooner he could empty his bladder, the sooner he could get back to sleep. Dealing with his new partner had been surprisingly exhausting, but he was pleased that things would probably work out. Mulder knew if he stopped giving the kid a hard time maybe he'd lighten up a little and--
Mulder paused as he reached the bathroom door. There were sounds coming from his bedroom. Frowning, he moved closer, pressing his ear to the door to listen. If Alex really hadn't been feeling well that evening, he might be having a hard time sleeping.
At first Mulder heard heavy breathing followed by a low groan. If he didn't know better, he'd think that Krycek was... No, he wouldn't do that in Mulder's bed. Would he? No, he was probably sick and suffering in silence so as not to wake him.
Mulder's hand was on the doorknob about to open the door and offer some help when he heard Krycek start to talk. It was soft at first, but grew louder until there was no mistaking what was being said.
"Oh, God, Fox, yeah... Suck me... please..."
His head jerked away from the door and he stood outside his bedroom absolutely dumbfounded. Krycek had the hots for *him*? Despite himself, Mulder grinned and put his ear back to the door. There was more groaning and breathless talking, and Mulder shook his head as he listened to it, amazed that he was actually starting to feel himself growing a little bit warmer as the breaths came faster and louder. By the time Krycek cried out in what had to be the throes of one hell of an orgasm, Mulder was all too aware that he had gotten turned on by what he'd heard and was sporting an erection. Laughing softly, he leaned his forehead against the door, wondering if it really had been that long since he'd gotten laid.
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
It wasnt quite 6 am when Alex Krycek, dressed in a T-shirt and boxers, stumbled out of Mulders bedroom and found Mulder sitting on the couch watching a goofy cartoon. He was heavy-eyed. He looked a plea at Mulder and indicated the bathroom with his chin, and at Mulders nod he staggered in and closed the door.
Once inside, he flushed the evidence of his overnight activity down the toilet and turned on the shower, shucking his underwear so that he could step under the pounding spray. He felt as though he hadnt slept for more than five minutes, and he knew that despite jerking off over and over again, he had instantly become half hard at the sight of Mulder, sitting on his couch.
He groaned. Maybe he should just tie the thing down. If he was going to be working with Mulder in close quarters, he was going to spend most of his time in the bathroom, and the skin on his dick was going to wear out!
He stroked himself to orgasm yet again, and then stepped out of the shower and looked for a razor. When he emerged from the bathroom, he felt almost human.
Mulder bumped into Krycek when he walked out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his waist. "Sleep well?" he smiled, deliberately staying in Krycek's personal space. "I made some coffee if you didn't and need a little something to pick you up."
I Yeah. It wasnt bad. Strange bed, you know? Krycek swallowed, and tucked the towel tighter around his waist. God, I need coffee. Thanks, Mulder. He slowly raised his eyes to Mulders, an unspoken plea in them. Coffee, he said again, feeling foolish.
Mulder's eyes drifted down to the towel and he wondered how long he'd have to stand this close to Krycek before he saw something interesting happen. Now that he knew Krycek wanted him, the fact that he'd never been sexually attracted to another man didn't seem to matter all that much. The mere idea that someone desired him was intriguing enough to make him try anything once...at least.
He raised his eyes to Krycek's face and smiled. "I can get you a cup while you dress if you want. You look like you really need it."
God, yes please. Im It was happening again, dammit. He could smell Mulder, musky and sweet. He could almost taste the man, and his cock was on the rise. Any minute now, Mulder was going to see that he was getting hard, and then he would probably throw him out. He grunted and shifted nervously. Please? At that moment, the shrill of a cell phone sounded from the bedroom, and Krycek pushed past Mulder with a muffled Excuse me, to go and answer it.
Mulder squeezed his eyes shut at the interruption of...what? What would he have done if the opportunity had arisen -- no pun intended, he thought wryly -- for him to mention that he wasn't completely averse to the idea of experimenting with a guy? He'd probably have gone running in the other direction if Krycek had dropped the towel and told him to have at it. He smirked at himself and his false bravado and went into the kitchen. Teasing the kid was fun, but it wasn't particularly fair. The least Mulder could do was fix him a cup of coffee.
With the steaming mug in his hand, he walked back to the bedroom and poked his head in to see Krycek still on the phone. He waved to get his attention then set the cup down and gestured that he was going to take a shower.
When Mulder returned from his own ablutions, it was to find Krycek finishing up, scribbling furiously in his little notebook as he said his goodbyes. When hed flipped the phone closed, he tossed it onto the unmade bed and made for the coffee, picking it up and inhaling the aroma as he stood, stretching again. Turning to Mulder, he frowned.
That was a friend in the NYPD. He was calling to tell me about another death. This one has similarities to the first He thought I should know.
"Really?" Mulder immediately perked up at the chance to gather more evidence for the case. He crossed to his dresser and opened a drawer. "Was it another fire?" he asked as he dropped his towel and started getting dressed.
Oh, my God. Krycek couldnt move, couldnt speak. Mulder was standing there, naked, and the sleek body was all there, displayed for him, droplets of water like sugar frosting his skin and making it gleam in the sunlight that trickled through the dirty window pane. Mulder was built like a Greek athlete, lean and slim, tightly muscled and beautiful. As he turned to face Krycek with a pair of boxers and a T-shirt in his hands, Krycek could see that he was well endowed.
Belatedly, he realized that Mulder was speaking to him, but he couldnt for the life of him recall what had been said. He frowned, and met Mulders eyes.
Im sorry. What did you say?
There was a moment's pause before Mulder repeated his question. He was taken aback by the way Krycek was looking at him. No one had ever looked at him that way before and Mulder had to wonder if there wasn't a little more there than the urge to screw around for the heck of it.
No, of course there wasn't. Mulder shook it off and chalked it up to his insane ego rearing its ugly head again. Then, as if realizing that he was standing, naked, in his bedroom with another naked man who looked as if he'd eat him whole if given the opportunity, Mulder quickly pulled on his boxers.
"I, um, I just asked if it was another fire," he said quickly, pulling the T-shirt over his head and going to his closet to pick out a shirt.
Uh, no, not this time. His name is Henry Willig, and he doesnt seem to have thought that he was on fire like Grissom, but hes dead, and there doesnt appear to be a cause. Krycek was regaining his composure as he spoke.
Think I can borrow some clean stuff? Ive got another suit in my locker, but Im afraid underwear and shirt are out!
"Oh yeah, help yourself," Mulder motioned to the still open drawer, "and you can get a shirt once I get out of your way." He hastily picked out some clothes and backed away from the closet so Krycek could get in there. "You know, I'm wondering if there isn't some sort of psychokinetic serial killer on the loose," he said as he got dressed, trying to make small talk and ignore the fact that he was actually watching Krycek as he moved around the bedroom. "That would be interesting, don't you think?"
Yeah, interesting, mumbled Krycek, taking a deep breath and dropping his own towel so that he could start to get dressed. Thank God he wasnt fighting an erection, although the moment the thought crossed his consciousness he felt the tell-tale pulsing between his legs. Gasping, he stooped to pull on the underwear and conceal his plight.
Curiosity made Mulder look at Krycek as he got dressed, but something else he couldn't quite identify made him continue to watch long past what he'd usually consider to be normal. "We should work out together sometime," he said, then immediately bit his lip. How stupid did that sound? And did it sound like a come on? Or an insult? "I just meant that you have a good body and you must work out a lot," he added quickly then felt his face turn red. Great, now the kid was going to think he'd been checking him out. "I, er," Mulder headed for the bedroom door, "I'm going to...I have things out here I need for something," he stammered and walked out, unable to remember the last time he'd been that embarrassed.
M - Mulder? Krycek suddenly felt his body thrill as he processed the words, and Mulders evident confusion. Perhaps this was going to work out for him. He sighed and selected a tie from the garish collection in Mulders closet, winding it around his neck and smiling a little at the sensation of being encased in Mulders clothing. He drained his coffee mug and straightened the bed, then went out to find his partner. I didnt strip the bed or anything. Want me to?
The memory of what he'd heard last night came flooding back to Mulder again and he smiled, quickly recovering from the flush of embarrassment he'd just felt. "That depends," he said slowly. "How much of a mess did you make in there?"
Mess? I didnt make any mess. What? Do you think that I wet the bed, or slobber in my sleep? Kryceks chin went up, his eyes flinty as he attempted to make sense of what Mulder had said. Im usually pretty clean, Mulder. I dont scratch the furniture or pee in corners either.
"Hey, easy, buddy," Mulder said softly as he crossed over to him. Once again Mulder had managed to get the kid's hackles up, only this time he didn't enjoy it. He didn't like how defensive and unsure Krycek looked. For whatever reason, he was starting to become fond of this earnest young man. Maybe it was because he reminded him of himself or maybe it was...something else.
Krycek was still looking at him as if challenging him to make another smart-ass comment. Mulder sighed and looked at the bedroom door. "I was just kidding around," he said, turning back to Krycek. "I heard you last night." He licked his lips nervously. "I was just joking because I heard what you were doing last night. I heard what you said."
That hit Krycek like a punch to his gut. You heard? What did you hear? What did I say? I dont understand. Krycek looked around himself nervously, as though he might cut and run even though there was nowhere he could go to avoid this conversation. He was working with this man, for Gods sake. He was wearing his clothes. There was nothing to be done short of taking a plane to Venezuela or something. Better come clean. Oh fuck! I did. I came clean, Mulder, your sheets are pristine pure. Meeting Mulders eyes, he glared defiantly at him. So you heard me uh, taking myself in hand?
"You don't have to get defensive or feel uncomfortable," Mulder smiled and put a hand on Krycek's arm. "I didn't mention it to put you at some disadvantage. I just...I don't know why I felt the need to tell you, but if it makes you feel any better, I had to... He lowered his eyes. "It's just been a while since I heard anyone say my name quite like... It's been a while," he raised his eyes to Krycek's, "so you weren't the only one...taking himself in hand last night."
Krycek gasped audibly, and he took an involuntary step closer to Mulder. Mulder, I He never finished what he had begun to say, because his phone shrilled again. Permitting his held breath to hiss through gritted teeth, he found the offending device and flipped it open.
Yeah? Krycek.
The ring of the phone jerked Mulder out of whatever trance he felt he'd been in and he backed away, relieved for the interruption. He'd begun feeling a little too comfortable with being that close to Krycek and talking to him about things he'd never imagined he'd ever talk about.
He gave Krycek a small smile and went back into the bedroom to get his wallet and keys. Frowning when he didn't see them on the dresser, he remembered that he hadn't gone into the bedroom at all last night. Good thing, he thought to himself, the way I'm acting I might have ended up sleeping with him.
A shiver went down his back at the thought. It was supposed to be a joke, he mused. He was joking around with himself, wasn't he? "Dammit," he muttered and went back into the living room to look for his things. Seeing them on the coffee table, he grabbed them then turned around to see Krycek hanging up the phone. "Ready to go?"
As ready as Ill ever be, Krycek said, and in his voice was a wealth of meaning. Theyve faxed all the stuff about Henry Willig to us at the Hoover. I guess we could pick up something to eat on the way in? Im hungry - in fact, Im starving.
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
Mulder looked from the photos on the bulletin board to Krycek. The kid was excited about what his friend in homicide had told him, and even more excited about the autopsy findings. Despite himself, Mulder was becoming more and more impressed with the way the kid did his job.
Gunshot wounds with no external trauma. That was as similar to a man being burned to death where there was no fire as they were ever going to get. Mulder watched Krycek watching him as if waiting for a reaction to the news. Not wanting to stare too long, Mulder pointed at another photo of a long scar on the back of Willig's neck.
"Where did the scar come from?"
Krycek moved in to study the photograph of the scar that ran across the back of Willigs neck. It didnt track at all. Willigs medical history made no mention of any surgery that might have produced such a scar. He looked at Mulder, his expression thoughtful. "According to his medical history, the only surgery he ever had was an appendectomy."
Mulder smirked, not surprised in the least that the medical records weren't accurate. "So unless they got to his appendix through his neck..."
Maybe it happened in Vietnam, mused Krycek. It felt as if he were groping for something that lurked just around the corner of his mind. He did a tour with the Marines in 1970. I'm sure they didn't keep the best records." As he spoke, he saw Mulder perk up. The man had found a connection. He could feel the visceral response to success like a feeling of fullness in his belly, warm and satisfying. He smiled.
Mulder perked up at that. "Willig was a Marine?" He reached for the file he had on Grissom and scanned it until he found what he was looking for. "Where do all Marines on the east coast receive basic training?"
"Parris Island..."
Mulder pointed to the file. "Where Grissom was stationed from 1968 to 1971."
"Which means he and Willig were there at the same time...twenty-four years ago."
Nodding slightly and unable to hide how pleased he felt that they'd discovered a new aspect of the case together, Mulder regarded Krycek through new eyes. He definitely liked this kid and could finally accept that maybe being partnered with him wouldn't be so bad. They worked well together and Krycek was... Mulder dropped his eyes. Any thoughts beyond those of a professional nature didn't need to start popping up in his head while they were at work.
He cleared his throat and smiled at Krycek again. "Let's go back to New York, shall we?"
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
The flight was uneventful. Krycek seemed to cut himself off from conversation, endlessly poring over the information in the file for the duration of the short flight. Theyd arrived at La Guardia in the midst of the morning bustle, and Krycek had stood in line for a car while Mulder made some calls. When at last theyd arrived at the FBI Library, the pair of them were hot and tired. Theyd set to straight away accessing the Marine Corps computer records, and finally, Krycek punched the key to print out the information that theyd uncovered.
"Here we go. Mulder sounded excited as the data came up on the computer screen. Willig was assigned to special Force and Recon Squad J-7. Of thirteen original members, he was one of two survivors."
"Until yesterday," said Alex, dryly. The two of them looked at each other. Mulder was the one that put their thoughts into words.
"Which leaves us only one person who can tell us what happened at Parris Island."
As Mulder pointed to the name Augustus Cole on the monitor, he was suddenly very aware of how close Krycek was sitting to him. He knew it was necessary if the junior agent wanted to see the screen, but Mulder couldn't help feeling the closeness wasn't solely for convenience.
He frowned and blamed his imagination as his fingers flew over the keyboard to find out Cole's location. "It looks like he's at the VA Medical Center in East Orange, New Jersey," he finally said, turning to smile at Krycek.
Mulder was close - so close that Krycek could feel the puff of his breath as he exhaled. Krycek felt warm and heavy and full of need. What would he lose if he kissed Mulder just once? His stomach melted down at the very thought, and trickles of lust shimmered along his spine to sizzle, summer lightning around his dick. He lowered heavy eyelids and began to lean forward, and the click of heels on the polished floor made them both start. Krycek looked around to see a middle-aged man carrying a bunch of files stomp in through the door.
Uh I guess that you want to drive, yeah? Krycek stood up, uncaring now that he was visibly excited. He just wanted to get out of there, right now.
"Yes," Mulder said quickly, standing up so fast his chair almost tipped over, "I'm driving to...we're going to the VA." He grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair and starting walking briskly towards the exit, his stomach tied up in knots.
They'd been so close and Mulder could have sworn Krycek was going to kiss him. There was no way it was his imagination this time. The look he'd seen on Krycek's face was definitely an "I'm going to kiss you now" look, and Mulder had no idea what to think about it. If the tight pull in his groin was any indication, his body sure as hell liked the idea. The more he thought about it, the more his head did, too. Which one? he thought wryly as they came to where the car was parked.
Mulder's head raced as he unlocked the doors, curious thoughts about what it would be like to kiss another man swirling around his brain. God, he couldn't look at Krycek now without wondering what that mouth would feel like against his. How different would it be from kissing a woman? The questions continued flashing through his mind as he got into the car and waited for Krycek to get in. The drive to New Jersey was not going to be easy.
The car shot out of the parking facility as though from a gun. Mulder seemed intent on sublimating any stray urges into traffic violations, and Krycek was still shaking with the relief that hed been saved from himself by the jerk in the library. He knew that it would be a really bad thing to compromise his new, good working relationship with the man currently steering their rental car. He had to get a grip on himself. Maybe if he could get out later, he could find himself a willing mouth. Someone to take the edge off for him. Even as he thought that, he had to admit that there was no way that the edge would go. Hed taken himself over the top a half dozen times during the night, and his dick still stood to attention every time he thought about Mulder. Closing his eyes, he tried to think of something other than his partner on his knees in front of him.
Even when he'd been driving just this side of dangerous, Mulder kept stealing glances at Krycek, trying to figure out how best to tell him that it wasn't a big deal if he was interested. Or maybe he'd already said enough about the subject and now Krycek was feeling uncomfortable about the aborted kiss. Dammit. It was so much easier to get inside a criminal's head.
Once they were on the freeway, Mulder decided to bite the bullet. He smiled quickly at Krycek then fixed his eyes on the road. "Did you think I was gay, Krycek?" he asked, his voice even. "I mean before you met me. Had you heard rumors or something about me?"
N-no, Mulder. Kryceks voice was a little hoarse as he responded to the question. They say that youre weird - spooky, whacko, all of those things He gave a little hiccup of laughter at the thought. I never heard gay though. Never gay. There was a pause, and neither man said anything, and then, cautiously, as though picking his way through a minefield of words, he added, Why? Do you think you might be, all of a sudden?
Mulder laughed a little louder than he meant to at the question. "You know, I never had to think about it before. I never had any reason to question it, but... A slight shrug and he clenched the steering wheel as if it were the only thing keeping him from doing something he could never take back. "Its just that since I heard you last night, I've been thinking about... At first I laughed it off as sort of sweet," he grinned, "but then the more I thought about it, the more curious I became about doing...things like that with another... He let out an exasperated groan and shook his head. "Forget it. No matter what I've been thinking, you're my partner and we have a professional relationship. Nothing more." The last statement made him frown because even he didn't think he sounded all that convincing. Chewing thoughtfully on his lip, he decided to just go for broke. "I would have kissed you, though."
Mulder had just said that he would have kissed him. Oh, God. A jolt went through Krycek at the thought. As he watched Mulder working on that lower lip, he felt his resolve slipping away. This was ridiculous. He had to do something, or hed come in his pants - strike that, he thought. Mulders pants. This is not good! Mulder, were on our way to a hospital. Can we table this discussion until weve done the stuff that we need to do? I guarantee you that once were out of the medical facility, I have every intention of kissing you until you beg for mercy. There, he thought. Thats told it like it is. Lets just see what he thinks.
The words shocked Mulder and he gripped the wheel even tighter, concentrating as hard as he could on not reacting any more than that. This was it. There was no turning back now. He'd told Krycek what he would have done and now the kid was calling him on it.
Mulder licked his lips and nodded. "Yeah, let's just pay attention to the case. Then we can...um, discuss whatever... His voice trailed off as his mind began to imagine the things that kissing would lead to. His earlier arousal was back with a vengeance as he thought about Krycek making the sounds he had last night. What if Krycek made *him* sound like that? He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clenching his jaw as he felt his dick twitching in anticipation. Exactly what he was anticipating, he didn't know, but by the time they got to the hospital he knew he was going to be in for a world of hurt.
Their attempts to find Augustus Cole and question him about the strange things that had been happening came to nothing, but it was obvious that Cole would, if apprehended, be able to assist them in their investigation. The fact that he had made his getaway from the secure facility immediately before the time when Dr. Grissom had believed himself to be burning to death was far too much of a coincidence. Krycek had supervised the transmission of Coles photograph out to the waiting Police department, while Mulder had gone over the way that Cole had escaped one more time.
As they were debriefing the medical staff, Mulder had received a phone call and Krycek watched him warily, wondering if Scully had found out something else, and if so, would Mulder share the information. Finally, they had climbed back into the car, heads far too full of conjecture to think of kissing. Mulder pointed the car back towards New York City and they left New Jersey behind.
They drove in silence, each mulling over the events at the medical center and neither one wanting to interrupt the other's thoughts. As they neared the city, Mulder started trying to think of ways to get rid of Krycek so he could meet with his informant. The call had been unexpected to say the least, but anything that would lead to solving this case was welcome.
When they made their way to Detective Horton's precinct, Mulder had an idea. "Krycek, you go in and see if they've found out anything about Cole's whereabouts. I'll be back in five minutes." He smiled, hating to lie to his partner and wondering if he wasn't a little suspicious about the call he'd received at the VA. Still, Mulder knew he couldn't trust anyone with the information he was about to get. No one except Scully.
Krycek had located Detective Horton, and was with him when the call came in saying that someone who looked like Cole had been spotted. When Horton told him, he was jubilant. He raced to the street to see if Mulder had returned, but there was no sign of him, and Krycek started to think that hed been dumped once more. Finally, he took out his cell, and dialed Mulders number. It was still some minutes later when the car drew up and allowed him to climb in, chafing with excitement. He started talking at once.
Where were you? Someone matching Cole's description just robbed a drug store in Queens. The police have located him at a motel around the corner.
Mulder had hurriedly shoved the envelope X had given him under the seat when he saw Krycek waiting for him. Now he felt nervous, hoping that Krycek wouldn't see an errant edge poking out.
"Is he alive?" Mulder asked, resisting the urge to reach under his seat and make sure nothing was visible.
He was when the night manager saw him, retorted Krycek. So where were you?" Mulder didnt answer, and that fact wasnt lost on Krycek. He doesnt trust me. Hes withholding information from me still. Ill bet that he sneaked off to talk to Scully. Krycek felt at that moment that he could grow to truly hate Dana Scully.
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
Mulder stashed his phone in his jacket pocket as he walked down the hospital corridor to where Krycek was standing talking to some police officers. The two officers who'd shot each other wouldn't be making any statements anytime soon, he thought wryly. One was dead, one was in a coma and exactly what had happened would remain a mystery. Mulder had a theory about it if Cole had indeed been there in the room with them, but that wasn't going to help them right now. They needed to talk to the man X had told him about. The last member of the squad -- Salvatore Matola.
Smiling grimly as he approached Krycek, Mulder replayed the conversation he'd just had with Scully about his new partner. He was still a little green, he'd told her, but open to extreme possibilities. This last made him want to laugh. If Scully had any idea about the extreme possibilities he was suddenly open to, she'd shit a brick, he knew it.
He shook it off as he put a hand on Krycek's shoulder. They still had business to attend to. "You ready to go?" he asked, nodding in apology to the cops Krycek had been talking to.
Go? Uh, yeah. I guess. Where are we gonna go? Krycek looked tired. The events of the night had kept both men running on adrenalin, but now things had begun to slow down, and so had Krycek. He suppressed a yawn as he dutifully followed Mulder along the corridor and out into the bright morning sunlight. Im hungry, Mulder. Think we could get something to eat? I need to kick start my metabolism or Im gonna fall over.
"You are in luck, my friend," Mulder grinned patting Krycek on the back. "We are on our way to a diner to interview a Mr. Salvatore Matola. We can grab some coffee while we talk to him and get breakfast after. Is that okay with you?"
Sure, Mulder, Krycek mumbled, waiting for Mulder to unlock the car. He sat down, and then leant forward, his brow furrowed in thought. Who is this gentleman with the name that sounds like cooking oil? Why are we going to see him, Mulder?
Snickering as he put the key in the ignition, Mulder started the car and pulled out before answering the question. "He's the last member of Willig's squad. Hopefully he'll be able to tell us a few things about Augustus Cole."
I suppose Scully told you that, muttered Krycek, sourly. He was tired and cranky, and his eyes were filled with sand. He decided that if Mulder withheld one more piece of the puzzle from him, just to bring it out like a fucking magic trick, he would shoot the man somewhere painful. Then hed follow the bastard down and fuck him, he thought. No more Mr. Nice Guy. It obviously didnt pay.
"Actually, she didn't," Mulder shrugged. "I had some friends looking into it but I didn't want to say anything unless they found something useful." He smiled, feeling a little bad that he had to lie, but not bad enough to come clean. The expression on Krycek's face couldn't help but reveal that he was feeling less than amicable towards Scully. With a heavy sigh Mulder placed a hand on Krycek's leg. "Scully's my friend as well as my former partner, Krycek, but she isn't leaking me any information. And I didn't really have a chance to tell you with everything that happened last night." He flashed him a smile. "I'll try to do better next time, all right?"
I I guess Im sorry. I just hate that Im being treated like a kid. Even as the words were out of his mouth he could hear how terribly needy they were. Mulders hand on his thigh was sending heated messages pulsing to his groin, and he needed coffee desperately. He let out what sounded to his own ears suspiciously like a whimper.
"I don't mean to treat you like a kid," Mulder sighed and started absently rubbing Krycek's leg, the motion comforting to him. "Sorry if it's come across that way." He heard another quiet sound come from Krycek and took a quick look at him. "Are you okay?"
I Krycek gasped again, and scooted lower in his seat, his thighs spreading a little in an almost unconscious gesture of surrender. No, Mulder. Im not really okay.
"What's..." Mulder stopped his hand, suddenly all too aware of what he'd been doing. The sensation of Krycek's leg under his hand was so different, hot and firm and...definitely male. That thought didn't make him move it right away, though. It only made him think about what it would be like to feel more, to slide it up Krycek's thigh until it was resting in his lap. Then to slowly close his fingers around the erection he was sure would be there. But it was obvious from Krycek's reaction that reaching for anything else, at least while they were on the road, was a bad idea. "Sorry about that," he finally murmured and removed his hand, missing the warmth of the contact immediately. "I'm tired and I wasn't thinking," he said truthfully.
B-bad idea, Mulder. Theres only so much I can take, and that is perilously close to being too much. Krycek shifted in his seat, trying furiously to adjust his errant flesh so that he could sit without discomfort. Ill get you for that. You just wait and see. He shivered, despite the increasingly sticky morning. Where is this greasy spoon were supposed to check out?
"It's, er, off the Long Island Expressway. Town called Roslyn." Mulder cleared his throat and glanced at Krycek. "I really didn't mean to do that, so, whatever you've got in mind in order to get back at me... I'm sorry." Just then an exit sign caught his attention. "I think that's us. Shouldn't be too much longer."
Krycek gave a particularly nasty laugh that made Mulder shoot him a panicked glance. Youll find out, Mulder. You dont feel me up without paying some kind of penalty. Mulder seemed to be gritting his teeth now, and Krycek grinned, letting him off the hook. You get to buy the coffee, right? And it has to be Starbucks, not paint stripper.
"Well, you might be out of luck there," Mulder smiled, still a little nervous about whatever Krycek had in mind. "I don't know if Roslyn would exactly be on Starbucks' list of places to open shop, but I'll do my best." He bit his lip and added, "For the record, I wasn't feeling you up. I was resting my hand on your leg."
A rose by any other name, retorted Krycek, as Mulder pulled in and parked across the street from a dilapidated looking diner. Good grief, is that it? At Mulders nod, Krycek unfastened his seat belt and prepared to get out of the vehicle. A thought seemed to occur to him. Uh, Mulder?
As Mulder turned to look at Krycek, he moved quickly. One hand shot out to bury itself in Mulders hair, and the other to cup his scratchy chin. Leaning forward, Krycek pressed his lips against Mulders with a sigh.
The only thing Mulder could think to do was gasp at the unexpected move. Then he stopped thinking and only reacted. It was so *different* -- that seemed to be the word of the day -- and he liked how it felt. Krycek kissed him hard and long until Mulder's head was swimming, his senses filled with the taste and smell and heat of him. By the time Krycek moved away, all Mulder could do was blink at him stupidly and smile.
Krycek sat in a daze, his chest heaving. Mulder had liked it, that was obvious, and as for he himself, if he died right now, he would go happy, although please, he thought to himself, dont let me die before Ive taken him to bed. The thought stained his cheeks red, and he coughed, opening the door to the car. Come on then. Lets get this over with. I need that breakfast.
He started across the road towards the diner, trying to gain a little space between himself and the man that was affecting him so much.
Grateful for Krycek's exit, Mulder took a few minutes to calm himself down. He straightened his tie, took a few deep breaths and checked the rearview mirror to make sure he didn't look as flushed as he felt. No matter how much he wanted to finish what he and Krycek had started, there was still a job to be done. The thought sobered him completely. People were dying and he couldn't sit there thinking about getting naked with his partner. One final slow, deep breath and he got out of the car, walking deliberately towards Krycek.
"We see what this guy has to say and then we eat," Mulder said, hoping his professional, detached face was intact.
Mulder led the way into the diner, and the pair of them approached the faded looking man that stood behind the counter. Salvatore Matola? To Kryceks surprise, the man seemed to start, his eyes searching for a way out that just wasnt there.
You gonna shoot me? You gonna kill me?
Mulder's hand paused inside his jacket and he slowly pulled out his ID. "No," he said, "we're with the FBI. We just wanted to ask you some questions." The panicked man seemed to relax and Mulder frowned. "Why did you think we were here to kill you?"
"I don't know," Sal said warily.
"You know about Willig and Grissom, don't you?" Mulder pressed.
"I read the papers," Sal said nervously. "I figured they were finally killing us off."
"Who?" Mulder asked, getting a helpless shrug in return. "Can you spare a few minutes?"
Sal looked from Mulder to Krycek then barely nodded. "Yeah, I guess. I got a break coming up."
Mulder asked the questions, effortlessly uncovering the facts that had until now eluded them. Krycek wrote furiously, trying to keep up as the story unfolded. By the time it was done, he didnt know if he felt like food any more.
He caught Mulders eye in an attempt to signal that he needed to get away from there, go somewhere else, anywhere would do. He wasnt sure if Mulder had mistaken his intent, or whether it just didnt suit him to leave, but Mulder had sat down and ordered breakfast. Sick with fear, and not even sure why he felt that way, Krycek sat watching Mulder eat, and pushed eggs around his plate miserably.
"What's the matter? I thought you were hungry," Mulder said, watching Krycek do no more than rearrange the food on his plate.
I was, said Krycek, dully. Moodily he stirred his coffee, and tasted it, then shrugged and drank it down. The things that were done to these men, Mulder. I just dont understand how they could have happened. How could the military have used them so callously? People should know about it. It shouldnt be allowed to happen. He subsided, thinking that hed gone too far. Sorry, he mumbled, and began to arrange his hash browns into a sculpture that was held together with ketchup.
Sighing, Mulder put his fork down then wiped his mouth with his napkin. "It happened because the government is always looking at the bottom line. It doesn't matter what it is or who they have to hurt or use in order to get the results *they* want. All that matters is how best it serves *them*. Trust me, this is not the worst you're going to find out. They'll do their damnedest to stop us from finding out the truth about everything they're doing, but they can't keep hiding it. One day the truth about everything they're doing will come out and they'll pay for everything they've done." Mulder looked down, embarrassed that he'd gotten carried away. "I'm just saying this to let you know you have nothing to be sorry about."
Its what you do, isnt it, Mulder? Krycek suddenly understood. Its what you are; what the X-files are all about? Those people that go on and on about the spook hunting you do have got it almost right. Youre the thorn in the side of the government. Thats why they want to shut you down.
Krycek went over to the counter and poured himself more coffee, and for a moment, stood sipping it, apparently lost in thought, before returning to where Mulder was finishing off his meal. Come on, Mulder. Lets go catch this poor fuck before he does anything bad to the bastard that ruined his life.
Mulder looked up, surprised by Krycek's vigor. "You'd better watch it," he smirked as he stood up and got out his wallet. "Soon you'll be a thorn in the governments side, too. Then when they reopen the X Files, they'll have two of us to contend with." He paid the bill and they walked out of the diner. On the way back to the car, Mulder got out his phone and called Scully to see what she could find out about a Dr. Girardi. Getting her assurance that she'd call as soon as she found out anything, he hung up and got into the car.
Do you mind if we go somewhere we can talk, Mulder? The request was diffident, and Kryceks eyes were very bright as he asked the question.
Sure. Mulder put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb, heading towards a junction where Sea Cliff was indicated. That sounds like the place, he murmured, and turned the car, heading towards the ocean.
The day was hot and clear. The ocean sparkled like rhinestones, so brightly that it hurt the eyes, particularly eyes that had gone without sleep the night before. Krycek could feel his body beginning to close down as Mulder drew the car up overlooking the sound.
Rolling down the windows of the car permitted a little air to circulate, and the sound of the restless water beneath them had a soporific effect on a body that was already exhausted, both physically and emotionally. He turned to Mulder, the bright sunlight causing a golden nimbus to shine around the senior agent as Krycek squinted into the sun.
It wasnt enough, Mulder. It just made me want you, he mumbled.
Mulder leaned his head back against the seat, sighing deeply. "Is that a problem?" he asked softly. "And would it matter if I said it wasn't enough for me either?"
The breath caught in Alex Kryceks throat. He was still for a moment, choosing his words with as much care as he could, and then softly, he said, Do you think that you could maybe kiss me again? Id really, really like that.
The soft-spoken request tugged at something inside Mulder and he turned to look at Krycek. He looked so wary and shy, but also needy and hopeful. Mulder felt himself growing warmer as he thought about the fact that someone wanted him that much, and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to give the young man what he asked for. A smile spread across his face and without a word he leaned in and pressed his mouth to Krycek's.
Mulders kiss was tentative at first, a mere brushing of soft lips across his, lips that caught and clung. Krycek moaned and his hands came up to tangle in Mulders hair as he opened his own mouth, his tongue delicate as he ran it over the inner surface of Mulders lips.
They were both unshaven, and their rough skin rubbed, abraded, added counterpoint to the sweet pleasure that their mouths were drawing from each other, and the embrace grew more intense with each passing second until at last they were sucking on each others mouths as though they needed to find sustenance from the kiss.
Hands started exploring eagerly, brushing over the material of a shirt, tangling in soft, fine hair, and trailing down to touch and fondle until both were so desperate with need, there'd be no turning back if someone didn't call a halt.
Mulder broke the kiss, breathless as he felt Krycek's hand cupping his crotch. "I... Just the kiss, Alex. We can't do anything else here." His eyes were wide as they pleaded with Krycek to understand. "I...can't do anything else right now."
Mulders flesh was hot beneath his hand. His own pulsed as he laid his mouth on Mulders neck. When he finally got his voice to work, he whispered, his breath warm against Mulders ear Its okay, Mulder. I dont want our first time to be in a car. If you and I get to be together, its got to be in a bed, with clean sheets and lube, and maybe a bottle of wine. He nipped sharply at Mulders neck, and then laid his head on Mulders shoulder, nestling in against him. "That sounds... Mulder yawned and settled closer to Krycek, his eyes heavy. "That sounds really nice. It'll be really... He smiled and sighed contentedly as he closed his eyes. They'd have time for a few minutes of much needed sleep and then they'd be on their way back to the city. As he fell asleep, his head was filled with images of their kiss and what was awaiting him.
When Krycek awoke, the shadows were beginning to lengthen, and he had a crick in his neck that he didnt believe would ever straighten itself out again. He checked his watch, and shook Mulder anxiously.
Mulder, Mulder, wake up. Its already 4pm.
The drive back along the freeway was a nightmare of standing traffic. It felt as though they would never make it back to New York, and that some day their bodies would be found in their car, along with all the other lemmings on the freeway.
Mulder had just told Krycek his theory on why Cole would go after Girardi, when his cell phone rang. It was Scully telling him that she'd found Dr. Girardi and that he was going to be arriving in New York on a 7:30 train. He looked at his watch as he hung up and saw that it was already 6:15. With traffic the way it was they'd be damn lucky to get to the station on time.
He looked over to see Krycek watching him expectantly. "Scully found Dr. Girardi. We have to be at Bronx Station by 7:30. Think we'll make it?"
Wed better, Mulder. Starsky and Hutch would, and those suckers arent anything like as sexy as we are. Krycek grinned at him, and then winced at the face Mulder made at him. Want me to hang out the window and do my impression of a police siren?
"Oh, yeah," Mulder snickered, "why don't you do that? I'll pinch your ass to make sure you hit the right pitch."
Touch my ass, and Ill sing like Sarah Brightman, said Krycek, giving Mulder a sultry look that he didnt quite manage to hold. After a moment or twos attempt at a solemn demeanor, he finally lost it. His lips twitched, and then he was laughing.
Cracking up along with him, Mulder laughed until he could feel tears coming from his eyes. There'd been so much tension for the past couple of days. Not just what was going on in his personal life, though that was a lot to absorb on its own, but the case as well. Now here they were in a race to save a man's life. A race that was stalled because of the goddamn traffic. If he didn't get it out of his system, he'd spend the next moments trying to drive the car over the ones impeding his progress. He had a feeling the rental company wouldn't be too thrilled about that.
"Thanks," he finally said, wiping his eyes. "I needed that."
If that made you laugh, wait til I do the singing, sniggered Krycek. He checked his watch and the laughter stopped. Uh, Mulder, get off the freeway. Ill get us there if you take the streets I tell you, okay? Better still, let me drive?
Mulder raised an eyebrow. "You can get us there? You got it." Managing to ease the car off at the next exit, Mulder pulled over at the first possible opportunity and jumped out of the car so he and Krycek could switch places. He checked his watch again. They could still make it.
Krycek scrambled over to the drivers side and as soon as Mulder was belted in, he took off down a series of side streets. Tossing his phone into Mulders lap, he reeled off Detective Hortons number. Call him, Mulder. We dont want to be picked up on a traffic violation and miss the train. As Mulder dialed, he swung the car under a bridge and off towards the Bronx.
It was 25 minutes after seven when Krycek finally pulled up at the front of the Railway station, and yelled Go, while he unfastened his safety belt and locked up the car. He felt as though he had been in a brawl. Every muscle ached, but they had made it.
They made a beeline for the security desk where an envelope was waiting for them. Mulder grabbed it and ripped it open, pulling out the picture as they ran towards the platform. Having only a few moments to study it, they had to start searching the faces of the people streaming towards them.
"Stay here," Mulder said, "I'll cover the other side." He made his way closer to the train, his eyes still scanning the faces for the bearded man whose life they were trying to save. Frustration started setting in the longer he looked without seeing anything.
He looked over and locked eyes with Krycek who shook his head, indicating he wasn't having any more luck than Mulder. Gritting his teeth, Mulder turned his attention back to the disembarking passengers and then... He looked down and checked the photo in his hand. It was Girardi.
Mulder looked up again and was about to approach when he saw Augustus Cole appear behind Girardi, a gun in his hand. Drawing his weapon, Mulder quickly cut his way through the crowd.
"Federal agent! Drop your weapon!"
Cole didn't react and Mulder watched as he fired two shots into Girardi, dropping the other man instantly.
"Drop the gun!" Mulder shouted, his eyes wide as Cole pointed his gun at him and fired.
From where he was standing, Krycek could see the activity. He couldnt get to Mulder in time, and when he heard the gunfire and saw Mulder fall it was as though his own body had been pierced. Mulder couldnt be dead. Not now. Not now that hed fallen for the sullen aggravating, beautiful
He ran to where Mulder lay, forcing his way past the bodies of passengers who were still leaving the train.
Mulder. Oh, God, he was dead, and there would be no more kisses; no night of passion in a soft bed with a bottle of wine. Dead.
Mulder stirred, and Krycek felt unaccountably furious as his own heart started to beat once again.
Girardi! Where is he? mumbled Mulder.
Girardi's not here. Responded Krycek, baffled by the question.
I saw him. The words were spoken with feeling, and Krycek felt his anger hike again until he wanted to punch Mulder, hit him for making him feel this way, hurt like this even for a moment.
Mulder! You were shouting and waving your gun around, but Girardi never showed. Krycek was speaking through gritted teeth now as they began to make their way off the platform.
Mulder was seething as they made their way to the security monitoring room. He'd seen Girardi and Cole, dammit! Cole had fired at him and missed somehow, but he'd been there. And they'd lost him. If Mulder hadn't seen the genuine fright on Krycek's face at thinking he'd been shot, he would have torn him a new one for letting them get away, but... As more time passed Mulder began to question whether they'd been there at all.
Trying to shake off his uncertainty, Mulder concentrated on instructing the security guards in the way he wanted them to examine the surveillance tapes and to inform him if they spotted either Cole or Girardi. He'd just finished when Krycek approached him and asked if he could speak to him. Frowning, Mulder followed him over to a secluded corner of the room.
"What's the problem?" Mulder asked, a little annoyed.
"You still haven't answered my question...about what happened."
"I told you. I thought I saw Girardi."
"You almost killed someone out there. And we both know I'm covering for you by keeping it between us."
Mulder looked at him and knew that he was right. "What do you want to know?"
"Just the truth. There are things you're not telling me and I need to know."
Mulder clenched his jaw and proceeded to tell Krycek his theory that Cole possessed the psychic ability to generate illusions so real they could kill. He watched as Krycek digested the information then accepted it without question. If they hadn't been in a room full of strangers, Mulder would have kissed him on the spot for having faith in him.
Krycek was leaning in towards Mulder, almost without thinking, when one of the security guards called to Mulder, and the senior agent turned away, leaving Krycek loosening his collar and shaking. This had to stop. He was going to die if he couldnt somehow get himself under control. Moving closer to the guard, Krycek tried to concentrate on what the man was saying. A car had appeared on the screen in a place where it just shouldnt be. He and Mulder exchanged glances as the man told them where to go, and then without further ado they turned and headed for track 17.
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
Mulder had Cole cornered, trying his damnedest to get him to agree to testify about what had happened to him and the rest of the men in the squad. Then, as soon as Cole started talking to him, he stopped and looked past him. Mulder followed Cole's gaze and saw Krycek coming up on them, his gun aimed at Cole.
"Krycek," he said firmly, "put down the gun and get out of here."
Krycek had frozen, his gun held in the stance approved by Quantico. He seemed frozen somehow, terrified that the worst was going to happen. Couldnt Mulder see that the man was carrying a gun? Couldnt he tell that Cole was dangerous? He stood, gun held well before him, one hand bracing the other, and knew that Mulder was more important to him than anything. As Cole raised his hand, pointing the gun at Mulder, Krycek fired, then fired again. Cole fell, and something skittered from his hand to lie on the concrete beside him.
He had a gun. He was going to shoot you.
Mulder gave Krycek a slight nod, wishing he could be more comforting but knowing that Cole had committed suicide rather than live another day with what had been done to him. When police officers started streaming in to record the scene, Mulder turned to Krycek and put a gentle hand on his arm. It was obvious the kid was shaken up by what he'd just done and Mulder felt a sympathetic pang. He wanted to pull him into his arms and hold him, but that would have to wait until later.
"It's okay," he said softly, "we'll give our statements, fill out the paperwork and then we can get out of here, all right?"
Stunned, Krycek nodded. He was still looking for the gun that hed seen Cole holding. Somehow, it would all make sense if he could just find the gun.
He did. He had a gun, he whispered, though who he was talking to he wasnt quite certain. Mulder drew him away, heading for the detective that seemed to be in charge. Theyd finished supplying their statements, and were taking their leave of the officers on the scene when Krycek finally vomited.
Mulder sighed and rubbed his back as gently as he could, whispering to him that it would be all right. He remembered back to the first man he'd had to kill and was filled with empathy for his partner. Empathy and a fondness that was growing the more time they spent together.
"Listen, we need to get you out of here," Mulder whispered once the retching had stopped and Krycek seemed to have things under control again. "You need to get cleaned up. Do you think you can do that on your own? Or do you want me to take you to the men's room?"
Im Im okay, Mulder. Krycek scrubbed furiously at his face with a tissue from his pocket, and shivered as the local police watched them leave with faintly condescending smiles. Hes dead. Hes really dead, and I killed him.
He followed Mulder back to the car in a daze, and handed the keys over to the senior agent without any comment. As Mulder steered the car away from the station, he began looking out for a likely hotel.
"You'll be all right, Alex," Mulder said as he drove, "it's hit you hard, but you will be all right." He didn't know what else there was he could say at that moment so he tentatively reached for Krycek's hand and held it until they came to a hotel that looked suitable. "Krycek, you sit tight," he said as he pulled the car into the small parking lot, "and I'll get us a room."
There were no arguments. The cocky young man had apparently been utterly superseded by the white-faced, shaken boy that sat huddled in the car. He watched apathetically as Mulder disappeared, and then returned with keys, and drove the car into the secured parking lot beneath the hotel. When Mulder got out of the car again, Krycek remained, and finally Mulder came around to his door, opened it, and pulled on his arm.
"Come on, Alex, you'll start to feel better once you can get out of those clothes and into a hot shower," Mulder said, helping Krycek to his feet and letting the young man lean against him as they made their way to the elevator.
Both were silent as they rode to their floor, and as Mulder helped Krycek into their room, he hoped that he'd be able to do something to help him deal with what he'd done.
Mulder frowned as he helped Krycek to sit down. This looked nothing like the confident kid who'd confronted him outside the sleep clinic. The man in front of him was in shock and...vulnerable. Without any hesitation, Mulder started helping him out of his clothes, starting with the jacket then loosening the tie. He wasn't feeling anything besides a need to do something, anything to get Krycek through this.
"I hope you don't mind me doing this," he said as he unbuttoned Krycek's shirt and slipped it off his shoulders, "but you don't look like you're up to it."
Krycek sat and let Mulder remove the shirt, and then looked up at him, his eyes huge in his stricken face. I didnt want you to die. When I saw you on the platform, I thought you were dead. He laid his head against Mulders thigh and turned his face against the smooth silk of the pants. I couldnt bear for you to be dead.
"Alex..." Mulder didn't know what to say. The emotion he heard in Krycek's voice frightened him a little. He didn't want someone who barely knew him to be getting this emotional over him, but it felt good. He hated to admit that as he looked at how broken Krycek seemed to be at that very moment, but it was the truth. He also hated to admit that the warmth of Krycek's face against his leg was beginning to replace empathy with something very different.
Mulder cleared his throat and stepped back a little. "It's okay," he said softly, leaning down to kiss the top of Krycek's head, "I'm not dead. Nothing happened to me." He started stroking Krycek's cheek with the back of his fingers then stopped, feeling a little awkward as the intimacy of the situation struck him.
He gave Krycek a small smile and straightened up. "I'm going to run a bath for you. I think it'll be better for you than a shower right now. You need to relax as much as you can." Another swift kiss, and Mulder headed to the bathroom.
As Mulder left the room, Krycek sat, staring after him. His mind was racing as he pondered what options he had. One thing was certain, hed given his feelings for Mulder away bigtime, and there was not going to be any going back from that. He was utterly lost. What could he do? Any feelings he might have for Mulder would be crushed, trampled underfoot by the events that he knew were inevitable. Far better to run away, now, before anyone got hurt.
Anyone but me, he thought bitterly.
Having thought that, he knew that he was going nowhere tonight except into that bathroom. Standing at last, he removed his remaining clothing and then, naked, went to find Mulder.
Mulder held his hand under the running water and looked up when Krycek walked into the bathroom. For some reason, he hadn't expected him to be completely undressed. But he was, and Mulder couldn't stop staring at him. He'd never had occasion to see anything beautiful in another man before, but at that very moment he couldn't think of any other way to describe Krycek. He was solid but still sleek, broad shoulders tapering to a slim waist, a firm, defined stomach that Mulder had the unexplainable urge to run his tongue over. His gaze continued traveling down and his breath caught in his throat when he realized that he really wanted Krycek. Kissing was one thing, but seeing him looking so fragile yet still so strong, made Mulder want to ask him to show him exactly what he'd been missing.
"I'm..." Mulder finally tore his eyes away when he began to feel as if he'd want to pursue something that Krycek wasn't in the mood for, "I have to go buy some things for us," he muttered. "Toiletries and things..."
Stay? Krycek didnt move; he merely stood, his body filling the doorway. I want you to stay. He stepped forward at last, permitting Mulder to depart if he still wanted, his eyes still huge and haunted as they watched him.
Another pause followed, and neither man moved, and finally, Krycek turned his attention to the bathtub, stepping over and turning off the tap. Slowly, he stepped into the water and sat himself down with a grateful sigh. God, that feels good. You should take a bath too.
"Yeah, I will when you've...had enough," Mulder said quickly and looked away when he caught himself staring again. "I'll go get that stuff. Will you be okay for a few minutes?"
Sure, Mulder, said Krycek, vaguely. Hed closed his eyes and was now lying back in the steaming water. Mulder had been right. This was exactly what hed needed right now. He reached lazily for the soap and began to stroke it onto his body haphazardly. It was plain that he was not concentrating. After a few minutes, he stopped, and merely lay there, his muscles soaking up the heat of the water as the tension drained away.
Mulder made quick work of buying the things they needed. Since neither of them had foreseen having to be out of town for very long, there wasn't even a razor to be had between the two of them. He took his bag of supplies back up to the room and dumped the contents onto one of the double beds. Scattered among the toiletries they'd need were condoms and lubricant.
Mulder stared at the tube and the box of condoms. Either he was being very optimistic that Krycek was going to come around, or he was planning for future encounters with the next man who happened to catch his newly opened eye. No, he thought bitterly, it wasn't just any guy he could be interested in; it was Krycek. For some reason only the gods knew, Mulder wanted him. Maybe it was because Krycek made *him* feel wanted, but the truth was that this would most likely be the one and only time he'd allow himself to do something like this. If it even happened.
He sighed and looked towards the bathroom. A bath probably really would feel very good after the couple of days he'd had. When Krycek was finished, he'd take one and then go to bed. He'd be satisfied with making sure Krycek was doing okay and then going to sleep. Really, he would. Another sigh and he regarded the things on the bed again.
After he put the condoms and lube back into the bag and placed it on the nightstand, he stripped down to his boxers and took everything else into the bathroom. Krycek looked so peaceful, Mulder didn't want to disturb him by talking so he put everything next to the sink and started running the hot water so he could shave.
The sound of the running water woke Alex from his doze in the rapidly cooling water. Swiftly he completed the soaping hed begun earlier, and then dove down beneath the water to rinse himself. On emerging, he found the shampoo that the hotel provided and poured half into his hand, lathering up his short hair as he watched Mulder shave. Mulder was sleek and lean. Krycek studied the interplay of the muscles below the skin of his back and wished that he could touch. He suddenly felt a renewed interest in his partner. Yes, tonight, he thought.
"Feel better?" Mulder smiled at him as he rinsed his razor then reached for a toothbrush. "I hope you don't mind that I'm getting a head start on cleaning up. I just wanted to start feeling human again. It's amazing how the little things can make you feel so good, isn't it?" He stopped when he realized he was babbling in order to avoid looking at Krycek as he finished his bath.
Ill kill to brush my teeth, Mulder, said Krycek as he watched the other man scrub industriously at his mouth. You know, Ive developed this taste in my mouth that reminds me of long dead animals. He made a face, and then submerged to rinse his hair off, returning to the surface glistening with moisture, and looking absurdly young. Okay, Im out of here, he said, and matching the words to the deed, he rose to stand, wet and splendid as he reached for a towel.
Finishing up, Mulder did his best not to stare at Krycek as he reached into the tub to unplug the drain. He even went so far as to sit on the edge of the tub and watch the water level go down so he wouldn't have to watch Krycek drying off. It was ridiculous. He was trying to stop fantasizing about laying Krycek down on cool, clean sheets and kissing him again, kissing him and touching him and discovering ways to make him feel good.
He took a deep breath and watched as the last of the water drained from the tub. "You look better," he said suddenly. "Better than before, I mean." Putting the plug back in the drain, he started the water going full force to refill the tub.
Krycek had discarded his towel onto the lid of the toilet, and stood, stubbornly naked, filling a toothbrush with paste, frowning in concentration as the ribbon of white oozed out onto his brush. As he began to brush his teeth he let out a little sound of satisfaction somewhere between a sigh and a moan.
He scrubbed for a minute or two, and then rinsed his mouth, brushed again, rinsed, and finally chuckled. God, that feels good. I feel almost human. Reaching for the razor and the shaving foam, he began to lather up his face, making faces at himself in the mirror as he began to scrape away his growth of bristle.
"See what I mean?" Mulder smiled as he stepped out of his boxers and into the steaming water. "Oh god," he groaned, sinking into the tub, this is really, really... He closed his eyes but not before taking a lingering look at Krycek's naked body and feeling a tight knot of arousal starting in his abdomen. Krycek seemed to be doing just fine. "Looking fine, too," he murmured sleepily then inhaled deeply, any worry that his arousal would become evident fading the more he relaxed.
How to go from total relaxation to complete madness in one easy lesson, thought Krycek as he heard Mulders last words, and looked at the long, lean, lazy form that lay in the tub beside him. He could feel the impression that his partner was having on him as it translated itself into hot, pulsing spurts that filled his groin to make it ache pleasantly, and picked up the towel to dry his now smooth face, dragging out the moment as long as he could in pleasant anticipation of being able finally to get his hands on Mulder.
Finally dried off, hair combed neatly, Krycek sat down on the edge of the bathtub and reached for the soap. Picking up a washcloth, he lathered it up and then stroked it across Mulders chest.
Mulders eyes opened slowly when he felt the gentle touch, and he smiled up at Krycek. This was a very good sign that maybe he wouldn't have to spend the night wondering what might have been. "What are you doing?" he whispered, putting his hand over Krycek's. "I'm the one who's supposed to be taking care of you."
What do you think, Mulder? Im just making sure that you wash behind your ears. I wouldnt want any of your important little places to go unwashed when its in my power to make sure that theyre shiny and clean. He shivered a little, and then raised one of Mulders arms, soaping down over the biceps to the pit. For a minute he seemed to be concentrating on his task to the exclusion of all other thought, and then suddenly he lifted his eyes to meet his partners gaze. Oh, God, Mulder. Leaning forward, he placed his lips onto Mulders again as his hand, still holding the washcloth, slid aimlessly over Mulders body.
Groaning as he parted his lips beneath Krycek's, Mulder put everything he had into the kiss. He wanted Krycek to know how much he wanted this, how eager he was to experience everything he could. He gripped Krycek and carefully slid him into the tub with him, smiling as he thought how grateful he was that it was larger than the average tub.
"I want to make sure you can get to everything a little easier," Mulder breathed against Krycek's mouth, grinning as he slid his hand over his back.
Mouths, tongues, hands, and the feel of the warm water on his clean skin, and Alex Krycek was in heaven. His hand strayed down to the join of Mulders thighs to cup his balls, then slowly slid up to find the mans erection, hard and insistent as it slid beneath his palm. He would have looked, would have checked it out except that Mulders mouth was on his, and their tongues were twining together, and he was pressed tightly against Mulders side, with wonderfully shivering sweet prickles flooding his groin.
The feel of Krycek's hand on his cock made Mulder groan appreciatively, and he moved his hips, seeking more contact. This felt like the most natural thing in the world, to have Krycek touching him that way, to feel Krycek's weight against him as they kissed lazily, easily.
With a soft sigh, Mulder pulled back, smiling as he kissed the corner of Krycek's mouth. "Don't kill me," he whispered, kissing a line to Krycek's ear, "but I...I'm sorry. Can I wash my hair before we get too far?" He looked at Krycek apologetically. "I sound like a woman, don't I?"
Come on. Alex turned Mulder, slithering around with some difficulty until he was sitting behind him, and reached for the shampoo, applying it to his hand. With one hand, he began to massage it into Mulders scalp, whilst with the other he scooped up water and poured it onto the wet hair to make lather. Working it into Mulders hair, he leant forward to nibble at Mulders neck as his fingers moved.
After a moment or two, Krycek sighed and began to extract himself from the tub. Come on. Rinse. I want to take you to bed, Mulder. He stood, one hand out to help.
Swallowing hard, Mulder nodded then ducked under the water to rinse the shampoo from his hair. He felt better, he had to admit, but as he took Krycek's hand and got out of the tub, he wondered if the hair-washing thing hadn't just been a delay tactic. This was going to happen. He wanted it, but it still scared the shit out of him.
Following Krycek as he led him into the bedroom, Mulder could hear the blood pounding in his ears as they approached the bed. "I've never done this," he blurted out, feeling stupid and awkward. After what had happened in the tub he thought he'd be more at ease, but... Uncharted territory didn't begin to cover what this was.
Krycek turned to face him, stepping in as Mulder walked towards him, seemingly in a daze. He put his arms around the still damp body of Fox Mulder and pulled him tight against his own flesh, his mouth seeking Mulders again as he slid his cock back and forth against Mulders own hardness.
Come on, he said again, and laid Mulder down against the pillows, following him to kiss him, as his hands began to wander over the sleek body. Not too fast, I dont want to lose him, he thought. The feeling of Mulder in his arms and willing was making him crazy.
Melting into the kisses and touching, Mulder felt his anxiety slipping away as Krycek caressed him, putting him at ease. The image of him as some blushing virgin and Krycek as the savvy lover flashed through his mind, and he laughed softly into Krycek's mouth. He could never have imagined this would be the case, but in a way, that's exactly what was going on. His amusement faded, replaced by a wave of lust and need when he felt Krycek's hand move to grip his cock.
"Yes..." he murmured, thrusting into the heat of Krycek's touch as his own hand roamed over Krycek's hip.
Feels good, does it? Krycek snickered, as his knowing hand slid along Mulders cock to circle the head and stroke it firmly. Wait for this. He squirmed down until he lay between Mulders legs, and then lay, watching him with a smile in his eyes as he continued to stroke him. When he was sure that Mulder was going to cry out, he suddenly put out his tongue and began to lick the velvet head with broad sweeps of his tongue. Tell me if things get too much for you, Mulder, he grated, his voice like sand in brandy as he worked on Mulders cock.
All Mulder could manage was a quick nod, any ability to speak gone the second Krycek applied that talented tongue to his cock. The languid licks were already driving him crazy, electric fingers of pleasure making his body tremble. He almost lost it completely when Krycek took his entire length into his mouth. Nothing he'd ever had done to him had been like this. Absolutely nothing had made him throw his head back and groan, low and long, as his fingers clutched at the bedclothes. As the wet heat of Krycek's lips and tongue continued to tease him, devouring him, Mulder felt his orgasm rising quickly inside him.
Krycek could feel that he was coming. He pulled his head up briefly to smile at Mulder. Baby, if you and I were regular lovers, Id make you wait for it. Id do this until you couldnt think of anything else. Id lick you, and suck you, and drive you crazy until you begged me to fuck you. I could do that still, if you like, or I can suck you off now and then start all over again. You choose for me, Mulder. Which would you like?
"Suck me off," Mulder gasped, licking his lips as his mouth went dry at the promise in everything Krycek was saying to him. "Do it, Alex," he said, panting as he thrust his hips uselessly, needing to feel Krycek touch him again. "Make me come. I want to... I want to come in your mouth."
You got it, Fox, said Krycek, cheekily, and lowered his head onto the cock that was bobbing beside his lips. The taste of Mulder was exquisite. All that the man was seemed centered here under his hands and his mouth. He drew away again, and as the tip of Mulders cock leaked clear liquid, he trailed his finger in it and then reached down to massage the opening that was Mulders anus, pressing and circling as he intensified his sucking.
The unfamiliar touch took Mulder by surprise and his first instinct was to move away from it, but he settled when he realized Krycek was just massaging him. He could handle that, and as Krycek's mouth sucked voraciously on his cock, the caress of his finger only heightened what was being done to him.
"Alex...oh god..." he panted, his toes curling as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his release. "Feels so good...oh god..."
The smoky rumble of Alexs laughter washed over Mulder. Alex was moving up and down on his dick, his mouth making slick, slurping sounds as he took Mulder deep to the back of his throat. The finger slowly sank inside Mulder, never ceasing that maddening circling that Alex had started. Suddenly, as Mulder jerked and thrust, Alex slid the finger in deep, seeking for the gland that was buried inside his lover. He chuckled again as he found it and stroked it gently.
The wave of sensation that coursed through him as Krycek's finger moved inside him made Mulder cry out. It was all too much. Krycek's mouth, hot and insistent on his cock, Krycek's finger invading him... He squeezed his eyes shut as the eruption of his orgasm started deep inside then burst forth. All he was aware of was crying out Krycek's name and reaching for his hair, gripping it tightly. He bucked and jerked, his body shuddering from the force of it as his cock shot streams of come into Krycek's mouth.
As Mulders cock pulsed spurt after spurt into Kryceks mouth, he swallowed it down, his mouth sucking avidly. He didnt stop sucking until Mulder was totally limp beneath him. At last, he moved away to lick across Mulders thighs; the finger had remained in place, still moving in small circles inside him.
God, Mulder, youre so sexy. I think Ive died and gone to heaven. He kissed the flesh of the inside of Mulders thigh as he spoke.
There were no words to describe what Mulder was feeling as he lay there, spent and happier than he could remember being in a long time. Krycek had already done things to him that felt so good he couldn't imagine what else was left.
"That was incredible," Mulder smiled, gasping a little as he moved against Krycek's finger. "You're incredible... God, I can't believe that feels so good."
You want to believe, Mulder? smirked Krycek, still nipping and teasing around Mulders genitals. That was just a starter. Wait for the main event. He crooked his finger a little, stroking against that place inside him once more. Youre so fucking gorgeous. Without stopping that maddening, slow caress, he squirmed up to cover Mulder, kissing him deeply as he draped his body over Mulders. I want to fuck you, you know. Can I? Please?
The words caused a split second of panic to rise in Mulder and he broke the kiss. "No...I'm sorry, Alex, I can't let you do that." He averted his eyes, knowing that he was disappointing Krycek and unable to look at him. "This...you feel good, but... I just can't do that. I'm sorry."
Krycek smiled again, zeroing in on Mulders mouth to kiss him again and again as he lay against him. His fingers were still touching, stroking, circling as though they had a life of their own. Then touch me, Mulder. Please? I need He nudged his erection against Mulder in mute appeal, and nibbled on the lobe of Mulders ear.
Mulder nodded and sighed as the nips and Krycek's hot breath tickled his ear. His hand reached down to encircle Krycek's cock and he held it as he would his own, beginning to slowly stroke it. Krycek was being so good about this, Mulder thought as he wriggled against Krycek's hand.
"Alex...if... Will it hurt?" he asked softly, his heart pounding in his chest at the fact that he was even considering what Krycek had asked him.
Not if I do it right for you, love. Not if I take my time and make sure that youre ready every step of the way. He licked Mulders cheek, placed a kiss on the end of the generous nose. It can burn a little to begin with, but with lots of lube, if I stretch you properly, you really wont know what hit you. When you come from it, youll see God. I promise you.
Mulder pulled him in for another kiss and let go of his cock so he could put both his arms around him. "Okay," he whispered, brushing his lips over Krycek's, "okay, I'll trust you." His stomach was already fluttering at the thought of what he was about to do. "I trust you," he repeated.
Diving back down to where Mulders half hard cock was filling in time to the rhythmic motion of his fingers, Krycek began to suck on it once more, working it until it was once more hard and shiny. Moving back, he grimaced at Mulder. This would go better if I had some lube. Damn! Now I have to think what we can use.
"Oh," Mulder said quickly and pointed at the nightstand. "I...in the bag. I bought a few things in case we..." He smiled at him. "I thought maybe I'd be fucking you later. Guess I was wrong."
Laughing, Krycek removed his hand and sat up to examine the supplies that Mulder had bought. No, not wrong. Ive got that on my list of things to do! he said, coating his fingers with the slippery liquid, and then drizzling more down into the crack of Mulders ass. As he reached again to stroke his way into Mulder once more, while his maddening mouth teased the bobbing cock that was now fully hard.
"Oh my god," Mulder keened, his voice trailing off as he writhed and bucked against Krycek's hand. "I can't... He squeezed his eyes shut. "'Alex..." he wailed. "Do it...please...I want to know..."
The words sank into Alexs head, sent a fiery trail of need to his neglected cock, and made him tremble.
M-Mulder you have to say if you dont if you Oh, fuck. He began to slide the finger in and out of Mulder, slowly getting him used to the sensation.
"Just do it," Mulder gasped, " I don't care." He bucked against Kryceks touch. "I've never...but I want to."
Kryceks mouth was busy, his hand marking counterpoint as he ensured that his partner didnt quite come. He stretched Mulder until there were two fingers, then three. Outwardly he was calm and controlled, while inside, his belly fluttered and roiled, and his body shivered with the prospect. Finally, he couldnt stand it any more. Pulling back, he started to lube himself.
Mulder knew he should have been more apprehensive, but there was something about the young man that put him at ease. It shouldn't have, but it did nonetheless. He groaned and arched against the fingers filling him. It was all too good, and he couldn't stop moaning his approval at everything that was going on. "Alex," he whispered, "I'm ready..."
Jesus, Mulder Alex was dry mouthed, shaking now with the need to possess this fine-limbed, beautiful ingnue. He scooped the mans legs up and pushed his knees up to his chest, pressing his cock against Mulder, desperate to know him before this interlude would be over. I think Im just about to explode because I want you so much. Leaning in, he drove home at the same time as his mouth claimed Mulders now kiss-swollen lips.
There was pain, though it was more a burning as Krycek entered him, but Mulder could take it, he knew it. His hands came up to clutch him closer, wanting to get as close to him as possible. "It hurts," he gasped, "slow down. Please..."
Krycek froze. Are you all right, Mulder? Tell me you dont want this and Ill stop, he lied. Summoning up every ounce of willpower, Alex remained still. Believe me, it will feel good. It will. Kisses followed, and prayers that Mulder wouldnt, couldnt be cruel enough to stop him.
Mulder squeezed his eyes shut. "I want this," he gasped, pulling Krycek closer so he could kiss him and gain some small comfort from him. "I'm just not...used to it, that's all." He clung to Krycek and barely moved his hips, whimpering as he took him deeper. "Make it feel good," he murmured, his arms tightening, "I know you will."
Give me a minute, love. Alex gasped, trying to hold himself still and regroup. It took a minute before he could think of anything beside the swirling joy that flickered through his stomach and sizzled across his nerve endings, but at last he succeeded in getting himself under control. He could feel that he was nearly there, nearly inside Mulder to the fullest extent. He snapped his hips suddenly, and felt the give as he sank inside to lie stomach to stomach with Mulder.
Mulder let out a slow, deep breath as he felt Krycek fill him. It was so new, so strange, but really, really good. He didn't know what to do, content to lie there and feel Krycek's heat stretching him in a way he never thought he'd want. Softly kissing Krycek's cheek, Mulder closed his eyes and concentrated on the new sensations. "Don't move yet," he whispered, his hands rubbing Alex's back, "I just want to feel you like this for a second."
"Oh yeah," gasped Alex. "Can't can't move yet. Damn, but you feel good." He lay, feeling the sparks and tingles of Mulder's flesh abrading his, and tried for some control. As he felt himself regain confidence, he took Mulder's face between his hands. "Are you ready?" he asked, and kissed the mouth again. "We're gonna go for it now."
Mulder opened his eyes and kissed Alex again, smiling as he nodded his head. "Do it," he whispered, "I'm ready." He continued kissing him as Alex started moving. "Oh god," Mulder groaned, "this is... His fingers dug into Alex's back as each thrust sent shocks of unfamiliar but welcome sensation through him. He could feel his cock getting harder as the friction of being trapped between their bodies aroused him further. A husky laugh escaped him at the thought that he could possibly get any more turned on than he already was. "God...I love this, Alex...fuck me..."
Funny how the words made Kryceks belly perform flip-flops as he heard the low voice murmur its sultry message. Mulder was beautiful, Mulder was adorable, and Mulder was here in his arms, begging him to go on. He shivered and cranked up the pace, feeling his balls draw up tight in response.
I wont last much longer, Mulder, he whispered. Come on.
"I'm so close," Mulder said breathlessly, already feeling his climax growing inside him. Every thrust of Krycek's cock pushed him closer and closer to his ultimate release until he thought he'd go crazy from needing to come. "Alex..." he whimpered, "touch me...I want to feel you touch me..."
Fumbling between their two bodies interrupted Kryceks pounding, and the sensation that there were bubbles of light pouring through him receded slightly as he groped to find and hold Mulders cock. Pulling himself into a position where he could kneel and still slide in and out of Mulder, he laid Mulder across his knees and applied himself to bringing the senior agent to orgasm.
Mulder wanted to shout with relief when Alex did what he'd asked. The touch was electric, and Mulder was a goner, he knew it. As the first lightning strikes of his orgasm began shooting through him, Mulder cried out, not sure what he was saying. But he could feel his come bursting from his cock, and that, paired with the sensual slide of Alex's dick inside him, sent him to heights of pleasure he'd never felt before. The thought scared him as much as it thrilled him a