Body and Soul

by Dr. Ruthless and Frankie

Disclaimer: These characters definitely aren't ours, and we have made no money from them.

Rated: A for slash, violence, het, rape

Warning: Max, being evil, can get up to some bad things on his own. Now, he's met Alex. These two together are *definitely* not nice.

Pairing: Krycek, Mulder/Krycek Crossover with 'Earth Angels', Maximillian

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The man in the black jeans and the leather jacket sauntered into the room. His chin was up, and he strolled almost as though he knew that he had a right to be there. Reaching a seat, he dropped into it, affecting a casual sprawl, and lounged at his ease, hands thrust deeply into his pockets. Only his eyes were alert, vigilant as he surreptitiously checked out his surroundings.

Max felt himself snap to attention as the new one's presence registered. He sniffed the air and smiled widely. This one was definitely something he wanted on his side. He turned his head to see a vision before him, perfect arrogance and beauty sprawled cockily and recklessly as if entering the afterlife were an everyday occurrence for him. Licking his lips, Max walked towards him.

The man must have seen Max's approach, but he didn't stir until he was almost standing beside him. Finally, he turned his head to look up at Max, and though his eyes widened a little as he recognized the face, he made no other sign that he had seen anything out of the ordinary. There was a timeless period when nobody moved, and then at last, the seated man gave a heavy sigh.

"I guess that this is someone's idea of a joke," he said.

"Actually, I think it's flattering, don't you?" Max asked, an easy smile on his face. "You come all this way and you're greeted by the one face you like to see more than anyone else's." He leaned down so he was face to face with the newcomer. "Vanity is a favorite of yours, isn't it?" he half-whispered as if it were a great secret. "It's okay. Mine, too."

"Vanity? What are you talking about?" Alex Krycek uncoiled himself from his seated position, his posture transformed from lazy lounging to taut awareness in the space of half a second. His hands remained thrust in his pockets, but he was suddenly very close to Max, and as the two of them stood breast to breast, Alex smiled slowly.

"I wonder if you're half the man I am."

Max's eyes focused on Alex's mouth and he found himself feeling knocked off balance for the first time in a long, long time. This one was different, no doubt about it, and Max smiled happily at what he knew would be a challenge. He collected himself and closed in until his mouth was mere centimeters from his twin's. "Even half is a lot of man." He laughed softly. "You're something special."

"Special? I don't suppose so. I'm a survivor, that's all. You don't have to be special to survive, just lucky." At last, he took one hand from his pocket and raised it, passing it over his forehead several times before allowing it to drop to his side. "Guess that I finally ran out of luck? Well, sucks to be me, doesn't it?"

"It's all a moot point really," Max grinned and put his fingers on Alex's forehead, trailing over the smooth skin. "You might have been shot in the head, but it doesn't mean you have to be dead." He sighed and shook his head, tsking with definite disgust. "But I'm not happy that someone as beautiful as you would be struck down in such...an undignified way."

"Yeah?" Alex batted the hand away from his face, and pushed Max back, away from him. "Well, I'd hate for you to be unhappy. What are you gonna do about it? My contract precludes living as a vegetable, or ending up in one of those retirement homes where they feed you strained spinach off a spoon and call it rehab. I've sent enough people there. I think I'll stay dead, thank you very much. I don't suppose that it will be too long before Mulder joins me anyway."

Max laughed loudly and grabbed Alex's wrist. "What the fuck makes you think Mulder's going to make a pit stop here? He's got a one-way ticket to paradise. Seems that the powers that be love that dutiful, tortured bullshit. So," he smiled, loosening his hold, but still holding Alex's arm, "if you stay in Hell where you belong, you'll be all alone. The man you love isn't going to be making an appearance."

"In that case," said Alex, moving forward as he shook the restraining grip from his arm and twisted the hand that had held it behind Max's back in one supple movement. "I guess that I'd better start examining the options then, hadn't I?" His voice was low, a sultry growl that shimmered like silk across the skin.

Max couldn't contain the gasp at Alex's actions and he tried to look as if the whole thing wasn't turning him on. But he knew the smile on his face would tell Alex everything he needed to know. "I have options for you," he whispered. "I have so many options your head will spin."

At the sound of Max's breathless amusement, Alex slowly released him and fell back until he was standing a safe distance away. "Suppose you start to tell me all about my fantastic future, whoever you are. A little fantasy always goes down well after a really trying day, and I never did get off on bleeding in parking garages."

Alex moved to take off the leather jacket, and suddenly started, raising his left hand to his face and staring at it as though dumbstruck. Finally, he peeled the black leather glove from his fingers, and flexed them. "That's a plus," he murmured.

"You getting your arm back is just the beginning," Max said breathlessly, suddenly desperate to have this...human...approve of him. Even though everything inside him was screaming that he should not be acting this way, he couldn't help himself. "I can bring you back, Alex. I can give you power. The kind of power you've only dreamed about. Would you like that?"

A faint smile floated on Alex's face. His hands moved gently until they clasped each other and he sighed as the fingertips touched each other, fingers stroking fingers almost as if they were living entities.

"Okay, tell me all. Tell me who you are. I think that we're going to be able to do business. Together." Like lightening, Alex's left hand whipped up to crack across Max's face. "Hey, look at that. It still works!" Alex smirked, and stood, regarding Max.

Max's head rocked with the force of the blow and he had to resist the urge to drop to his knees and ask Alex to take him right then and there. There was a tingle at the base of Max's skull and he knew that he was letting himself be won over by some mere man. This was dangerous territory and he'd have to regain control if he wanted to maintain his position in the grand scheme of all things evil and dark. With a deep breath he looked at Alex and smiled wickedly. "I can think of something better you can do with that hand. But you said you want to know who I am. Let's discuss it over dinner. Is that all right with you?"

"Fine by me." Alex smiled, and his left hand rose again, this time to stroke his own chin, as though the man had been without sensation for far too long, and could no longer bear not to touch something - anything. "I think that I'm going to like it here. The incentives are nothing short of miraculous." Following as Max led him to the door, Alex chuckled. "What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't. It's Maximillian, but you can call me Max." He didn't turn to smirk at Alex as he might have done any other pending minion. For some reason he was cautious, afraid of the confidence and self-assurance that Alex possessed.

They soon reached Max's home and he allowed Alex to walk in ahead of him. "Anything you want, it's yours," he gushed, mentally slapping himself for sounding so eager. "I mean, for dinner. Tell me what you would like and I'll summon it."

"Anything? Really? I wonder." Alex moved into the room, spotting the long table, apparently laden with delicacies of all kinds. "Vodka? Yes, I think so. Ice cold vodka, and caviar. Beluga caviar would be good. And then a steak, still bloody. I'll cut it for myself," he said, huskily. "It will be good to feel the flesh part under my knife again. Baked potato, salad, no dessert. That will be wonderful."

Taking a seat at the table, Alex surveyed Max, and his trappings of sybaritic splendor. "So tell me, Max, what are you selling?"

Max sat down, a satisfied smile on his face. For the first time, he felt as if he were in control as he provided Alex with all the things he'd requested. "Selling?" he raised his eyebrows and reached for the vodka. "I'm not selling anything. I only want to see to your every whim, Alex. I believe in bestowing pleasure upon those who deserve it." He tossed back his shot then looked at Alex, his head tilted. "Is everything to your liking?"

Slowly, with every evidence of enjoyment, Alex used the small silver spoon to ladle rich black caviar onto a piece of melba toast, his hand steady as he loaded it. Raising it to his lips, he paused, his pink tongue fluttering over his lower lip. First, he inhaled the rich aroma of the delicacy, and then the plush lips opened to receive the morsel. Chewing steadily, Alex closed his eyes and threw his head back, permitting a groan to escape him. "Oh, God, I think I've died and gone to heaven." He suddenly laughed. "I'm only half right, aren't I?"

Clenching his fists, Max watched as Alex enjoyed the treats set before him. He had to regain control, he told himself. He had to or risk a fate worse than anything he could imagine. Taking a deep breath, he reached over and scooped some caviar onto his fingers. "Heaven is really overrated," he sighed, touching his fingers to Alex's lips. "I've found that there are far more enjoyable things to experience right here."

Opening his mouth to accept the mouthful, Alex gazed at Max through his lowered lashes, first licking delicately at the fingers held to his lips, and then leaning forward to accept them, sucking them into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them as he held Max's eyes. When finally he released them with a moist sound, he ducked his head in an apparently coy motion, and reached for the vodka.

Watching Alex's movements with a great deal of interest, Max tried to contain the intense arousal he was feeling at being so close to one who could so easily dominate him. "Are you sure you're human?" he murmured before he could stop himself.

"I'm dead, aren't I? I don't think that human still applies." Alex sipped the vodka, then nodded and tossed back the balance of the shot, pouring himself another straight away. "I'm still fully functional," he said, and tipped back his second shot, slamming the glass down onto the table. Quick as a striking snake, he reached to cup the back of Max's head, pulling him in until their mouths collided, opening his lips to allow ice cold vodka to trickle between their dueling tongues.

Sucking hungrily on the sweet tongue in his mouth, Max discovered his lost resolve and began to regain the cold, calculated countenance he needed to do his job to perfection. He pulled back, snickering, and raised dark, seductive eyes to Alex. "Still? I think that this is technically the first time you've been fully functional in a long while." He glanced at Alex's left arm. "Isn't that right?"

"Think I need a test drive?' Alex's eyes were intense as his gaze bored into Max's. He didn't smile as he raised more caviar to his lips, and made a play of licking stray eggs from the corner of his mouth. "I'm willing to bet that the body remembers." Pushing the dish of caviar away, Alex retrieved his steak knife and fork, and looked for the steak that he had requested. "You know what? This is almost the best moment of my life... Too fucking bad that I'm dead, isn't it?"

"Only almost?" Max chuckled. "I'd think that getting your perfect meal and being in such stellar company would be the best moment of your...." His gaze followed the steady movements of Alex's knife and fork and he smirked as he felt himself gain hold of a weakness in this fascinating creature sitting next him. "But the best moment of your life is when Fox fucked you, isn't it?" He giggled and put a hand to his mouth. "It's really too bad that all you have to keep you warm at night is a mercy fuck from however many years ago." He scooted closer to Alex and put an arm around his shoulders. "You do realize that Fox was only being nice to a pathetic junior agent, don't you? He needed to get off and you were so willing to give him your ass, he thought he'd take you up on it." He snickered and nuzzled Alex's neck. "Not that he thought it was any better than his hand, but you know... Why hurt someone's feelings by telling them the truth?"

Alex paused in his methodical demolition of the steak, and eyed Max with one brow raised. "You were there, of course. I distinctly remember seeing your face in the condom before I tied it off and threw it away."

Turning back to his plate, he resumed eating, only his slightly quickened breathing betraying the fact that he had been stung by the comment.

Max laughed and watched as Alex continued eating. "Don't be a bitch," he giggled, "I'm only telling you what I know. Personally, I don't see how Fox could see you as nothing more than a warm, tight hole to stick his cock in." He dug his fingers into the baked potato on Alex's plate and brought some to his mouth, eating it sloppily. "You're so fucking sexy, I'm having a hard time keeping my mind on the task at hand." He cleared his throat and sat up. "But that's what I need to do. I can't think about how unfair it was for Fox to treat you the way he did or how much I would like to be what he could never be to you."

Sighing, Alex laid down his knife and fork and turned to face Max. "Okay then, spit it out. What do you want? A fuck? I never turn down a good fuck. My undying love? I'm sorry; no such animal exists. There's some unwritten law of the universe that states that I'm not capable of love. Not any more. Better go back to the sneers and the insults. They suit you better." Alex reached again for the vodka, poured another shot and sank it, shuddering.

"I'm...Alex, I honestly didn't mean to upset you," Max said softly, bending his head and looking properly contrite. "I'm just...I don't know how to handle someone like you. I have a job," he explained, "but I can't do what I'm supposed to with you. Maybe I should..." He stood up and swallowed hard. "I'll leave you alone and we can talk later. I still want to offer you the chance at a new life and the opportunity to use your talents in the best way possible." A slight shrug and he looked at Alex sadly. "But if you refuse, I can understand." He started to say something else, but pursed his lips and turned to leave the room.

Alex frowned. This was weird. The man had already told him he was in hell, but so far there had been no pitchfork toting demons in sight. The food was wonderful, and Max was as interesting and seductive as was possible, given that he was the same as Alex, and seemed to have studied under the same teachers.

He began to eat again, relishing his ability to cut the meat, hold and butter a roll, and feel the chill of the vodka bottle against his fingers. Maybe it would be fine to be out of the thankless game. Mulder hadn't saved him from the man who'd killed him. He'd looked on and laughed. It seemed that he'd miscalculated, and now Mulder was lost to him forever.

"Alex," a breathless voice said behind him, "finally...god, I didn't think I'd find you."

"M-M-M-Mulder?" Alex froze for a minute, his shoulders stiff with tension, and then he was out of his chair and striding towards the FBI Agent, his hands trembling. "I... Did he kill you too?"

"Yeah, he did. I...I had change of heart about what he'd done to you and I..." Mulder shook his head, looking as if he were on the verge of tears. "He called me a traitor and then he shot me... It was so cold blooded, Alex. And..." He looked around nervously. "And now I don't know what I'm doing here. Somehow I knew you were here and I just wanted to find someone I know." His lips were trembling as he looked at Alex desperately. "I'm really scared, Alex. What's going on?"

"I don't know, Mulder, but it can only get better. Here." Alex took him by the hand and towed him over to the table. "Caviar? It's the good stuff... costs a couple hundred bucks an ounce, but it's to die for. Try some." He patted the seat beside him. "I thought that I'd never see you again, and that made me sad."

Mulder looked at him, puzzled. "You...you want to sit and eat caviar? Alex... Where the fuck are we? We have to get out of here."

"I don't know where we are. Some guy wearing my face came and brought me here, fed me a meal and tried a little mindfuck on me. When I didn't burst into tears, he pretty much said 'later' and went away. One thing you learn on the run is to eat when you can, and I *like* caviar." He turned to smile at Mulder, and for a mere second his face lost its hard expression. "Stay with me, Mulder. We'll be fine if we stay together and trust each other this time."

"I..." It was obvious that Mulder was struggling with what to do. "I'm dead, aren't I?" His bottom lip started quivering despite his best attempts to stop it. "I don't want to be dead, Alex." He grabbed Alex's shirt, clinging to him as if he held the answers he was looking for. "I don't want to be dead and in this place." Tears fell from his eyes and trickled down his cheeks. "If I have to trust you, I will, but only if you can help me."

Horrified at the turn of events, Alex gazed at the hands that held his T-shirt bunched between them. Mulder was crying. His Mulder couldn't cry. He wouldn't permit that. Without thought, he put his arms around the sobbing Mulder, pulling him in against his chest to stroke him and soothe him. "It's okay, Mulder, I have you safe with me. I won't let you down, not ever again." He laid his cheek against the silky fine hair, and wished that the moment would never end.

Mulder clung to him and soon his crying was under control. The warmth of Alex's arms was a strange comfort and he nestled closer to him, enjoying the safety and strange sensation of being cared for. "Why do you think I'm here?" he asked softly then raised his head to look into Alex's eyes. "Was it to see you again?"

"Great cosmic jokes of our time, Mulder. I think that they sent me to the wrong place. This is heaven. It has to be. God, I hope that they don't find out about the mix up in my room reservation." He looked at Mulder, and his face was soft. "I loved you, you know? I always have. I still do."

Mulder blinked slowly as if trying to digest everything that was happening. "I'm... This is heaven? And you..." His face seemed to break as he started crying again. "Alex...I never thought I'd get the chance to tell you how I felt about you." He hugged Alex tightly, burying his face in Alex's neck. "It can't be, but I have to... Oh, Alex..."

Alex felt his body melt down, as the heat of Mulder's embrace permeated him. For a moment, he was content to remain there, held tight against the man that he'd loved for seven years, feeling the pain and hurt of countless fights and rejections lift from his heart. At last, he placed a hand under Mulder's chin, tilted it up and brushed his lips gently over those of the man in his arms. He was doing it. He was kissing Mulder, and he wanted the moment to last forever.

Mulder returned the kiss, every second that it lasted making him bolder until he was sucking greedily on Alex's mouth, groaning with the pleasure of every sensation. Without warning, he moved to sit on Alex's lap, straddling him as his hands came up to tangle in the soft, silky hair. "Alex..." he moaned breathlessly, his tears still falling as he kissed and caressed and writhed against Alex. "Why am I doing this?"

"I don't know, Fox, but I do know that if you stop I'm gonna punch a hole in the wall. Fuck, I want you so much." Alex's lips sought out the pulse point at the base of Mulder's throat, and he sucked, tongue tickling as he browsed. His hands roamed Mulder's back, tugging at the shirt until it came adrift from the waistband of his pants, permitting him to sneak beneath it to discover soft, firm flesh. "God, I love you."

Mulder shuddered at Alex's words and began grinding against him. "Alex," he breathed, his hands reaching for Alex's zipper but not before kneading the hardening cock he encountered, "will you fuck me? I don't care if this is heaven..." He slid his hand into Alex's open fly. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Alex..." His breathing was heavy, needy, and his hands were greedy as they groped and squeezed and caressed every part of him. "Fuck me like I know you wanted to," he whispered into Alex's ear.

God, to fuck Fox Mulder, to feel the man writhe and pulse against him, and to know that he was at last where he'd longed to be seemed like a dream come true. If this was how his life ended, he wondered why he'd wasted all that time surviving. "Oh, yes..." he breathed against Mulder's cheek. "Oh, fuck, yes. I want you."

He dropped his hands to the waistband of Mulder's pants, fumbling at the button, crowing in triumph when he finally succeeded in getting it unfastened, and then slipping his hand inside to take hold of Mulder's cock, feeling it wet against his fingers, the end of it steadily leaking. "Oh, yeah," he whispered again and glued his lips to Mulder's.

Mulder returned the kiss, whimpering and writhing at Alex's touch. "Please..." he wailed, moving restlessly now, antsy and jittery with need. "Stick your cock in me..." His voice was low and dark. "Fuck me, Alex. Fuck me and you'll know how much I feel for you..."

Pulling them both to standing, Alex stripped off Mulder's shirt, stooping to kiss the nipples he exposed, and to lick down over the fuzz in the center of Mulder's chest as he shoved down on the pants, exposing the sturdy cock that he craved. Making a small sound of need in the back of his throat, Alex sank down to his knees and sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it as he tasted his lover for the first time in seven years.

A loud gasp and Mulder's hands were gripping Alex's hair. "Fuck, that's good..." he groaned. "Yeah....suck my cock," he rasped, "suck it hard...choke on it..."

Sucking Mulder deep, Alex moaned. He'd wanted this... His hand pushed at Mulder's trousers, yanking them down until finally Mulder stepped out of them. He had two hands again, and he reveled in that fact as one arm stole around to probe Mulder's ass, while the other cupped Mulder's balls, rolled them, teased them. This was his heaven right here.

Slowly pulling away, he began to rip his own clothing off.

"Turn around, Fox. I want... need..." As Mulder turned to rest his hands on the table, Alex's voice died away. Grabbing a dish of butter, Alex scooped some up and began to stroke the cleft between Mulder's buttocks.

Mulder immediately pushed back as Alex's fingers sought out his opening. The grease helped the fingers slide inside him and he groaned, practically growling as he was entered. He was moving restlessly now, acting as if his skin was on fire and Alex was the only one who could help him. "Fuck...me..." he demanded, breathlessly. The tablecloth was bunched up in his fists and his breathing was getting louder and harder and harsher. "Stick your goddamn cock in me, Alex," he growled, his need overwhelming him.

"Oh, God!" Alex's utterance was fervent, and evoked an answering shudder from Mulder as he straightened up and placed his greased up dick at the entrance to Mulder's ass. "Fuck, yeah." He pushed forward, biting his lip as he tried to keep it slow and steady. Mulder was hot and slick, and he couldn't... With a gasp, he surged forward and found himself buried inside Mulder at last.

"Yeah...that's it..." Mulder groaned and pushed back against Alex. "I knew you were good for something," he muttered as he moved back again, meeting Alex's thrusts. "Fucking whore," he laughed breathlessly. "God, yeah...show me how good you can fuck," he panted. "Show me what you did to those old cocksuckers who ruled your life, Alex." His laughter was louder now, mixed with the groans and sighs of pure lust and ecstasy. "I always knew you were a fucking slut..."

Anger as well as lust fueled Alex's thrusts now. He bit back a curse and slammed Mulder against the table, feeling the jolt zing through him as his cock stuck deep inside. "Come on, Mulder. Come for me. I may be a slut, but it's you that's taking it up the ass. Show me how much you love it. Show me." The last words were gasped out as Alex fucked Mulder hard, his hand sliding around to jerk on the slippery, bobbing dick as he spoke.

"Fuck...yes...oh...yes..." Mulder threw his head back, groaning loudly as the hand on his cock forced his orgasm out of him. "Alex," he howled breathlessly, "I love you, Alex...oh god..."

And there it was, after the years of hopelessness. Fox Mulder loved him. Alex couldn't stop himself then. Gathering speed, he pounded into Mulder - his Mulder, and sobbed as he felt himself start to spill over into him.

Tight and straining, Alex emptied himself, feeling his essence boil through him, rocking him as he came.

"Jesus, Fox, you know I love you."

Mulder's breathing slowly returned to normal and he dropped his head forward. "That was...I'm still...I'm tingling," he laughed, pushing back against Alex. "I am so..." He shook his head. "I can't even find the words, Alex." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I never thought this could happen. I wanted it to, but I didn't think it could."

Mouth trailing over Mulder's back and shoulders, arms locked tight around Mulder's waist, Alex was limp and panting against him.

"Don't let me wake. Please don't ever let me wake, he whispered, voice gravelly with passion. "If you'd only told me..." There was bitter regret in his words. Slowly, he turned Mulder around to face him, ignoring the come that was spilling from his ass as Alex withdrew, and cupped his face to kiss him, a soft, gentle, loving caress.

Mulder returned the kiss, as loving and tender as he could be. He opened his mouth, breathing in deeply, tasting Alex's breath as he continued kissing him. With a wet flicker of his tongue, he slowly pulled back. "It's okay, Alex. We can do this *now*. Somehow I've gotten another chance to be with you and it'll be okay." He smiled then started laughing giddily. "I love you, Alex. We might have had to die to get to this point, but we're here. That's all that counts."

"Now will you try the caviar?" grinned Alex, reaching for toast and scooping a little to proffer to Mulder's lips. "It's supposed to put the lead back in your pencil... though how you think that you'll throw *that* at the ceiling I have no idea." Alex couldn't keep his hands away from Mulder, couldn't stop his lips from seeking the warm curves and hollows of his neck. He felt complete at last.

Mulder smiled and took the offering. "Mmm," he sighed and put his arms around Alex, his hands rubbing slowly up and down his back, "that's really good." He sighed and tilted his head to allow Alex better access to his neck. "Caviar's not bad, either."

"Can I ask what's going on here?" Max watched the two, his eyes blazing. "Alex, I left you alone to gather your thoughts. What the *fuck* is this?"

Alex, whose back had been to Max, jumped and turned to face the intruder, hastily stepping between Max and Mulder.

"You're exactly right," he said. "It certainly is a fuck. What's it to you?" Warm against his back he could feel the body of the man that had been his holy grail for seven long years, and it seemed as though nothing could possibly matter any more.

"I'll tell you what it is to me," Max sneered, walking closer to Alex until he was pressed against him. "I don't like strangers in my home." He looked over Alex's shoulder at Mulder. "People like him don't belong here."

Mulder clung tightly to Alex. "Don't let him hurt me, Alex. Please..."

"I won't, love." Alex took hold of the steak knife from his plate, and stuck it into the meaty part of Max's thigh. "It's kinda rude to try and intimidate someone when they've just got laid. Thought you'd have better manners, you being so high class and all."

He put his left hand behind him, briefly stroking Mulder's flank, and then dropped into a fighting stance.

Max looked down at the knife protruding from his thigh and snickered as he removed it. "Alex, do you know how expensive these pants are?" He licked the knife clean and threw it back on the table. "And I'm not trying to intimidate anyone. He knows he's in the wrong place." He nodded at Mulder. "Don't you, Fox?"

"I'm where I'm supposed to be," Mulder sniffed. "I'm with Alex."

"He's mine. Wherever he ought to be, he's with me now." Alex moved to the side so that he could slip his arm around Mulder's shoulders as he continued to face Max down. "I want him. I want to keep him. He's mine, damn it!"

"Oh, Alex..." Max sighed, looking at Alex tenderly. "Don't you think I know that? I know how much you wanted him so I made sure he would be killed. I wanted to make you happy and bring him here for you, but..." He tsked and looked at Mulder. "Death has changed him, Alex. Do you still want him? Knowing that he's not the man you once knew? I tried to keep him away from you when I realized what he'd become, but he got away from me."

"Shut up," Mulder hissed through clenched teeth.

"What do you mean? What has he become?" Alex's eyes flicked between Max and Mulder, in an attempt to fathom out to what the mysterious utterance might refer. He laid his head against Mulder's shoulder briefly, nuzzling at him, inhaling the scent that was so uniquely Mulder. "Please don't take him away from me."

"Alex," Max said, his voice pleading, "You have to listen to me. That is not Mulder. The Mulder you knew is dead and has been replaced with this..." He gestured at Mulder, a disgusted look on his face. "I don't know what happened to him, but think, Alex. When you were making love to him, did he seem like himself? No, he was vile, wasn't he? He was--"

"Shut the fuck up!" Mulder growled, his hand coming up to stroke Alex's hair. "I love Alex. I have him now. I have him."

"Alex," Max lowered his voice, "he only wants to hurt you. That's what he told me after I fucked him. He's only here to make you suffer."

Defiantly turning his back on Max, Alex took Mulder into his arms once more, pressing kisses along the darkly whiskered jaw line and murmuring gentle love words into the fragrant skin. There was a pause, as the two men embraced, running their hands over each other and kissing, each kiss longer and harder than the last.

Finally, Alex looked over his shoulder and saw that Max hadn't moved, but was rather watching them with a smirk on his face.

"What? What the fuck is your problem? You told me I could have anything I wanted. This is what I want, okay?"

"Okay, fine," Max shrugged and put his hands up in a gesture of defeat. "I tried to help you, Alex, and the second he starts to rip you apart I'll be here for you. I just wish you'd believed me before you had to get hurt."

"I'm his to hurt. I always have been." Alex reached for a bunch of grapes, and began to feed Mulder, one plump fruit at a time, placed between his own lips and transferred to Mulder's with a kiss. Already, his cock, so recently discharged, had begun to fill again, and he stood, still naked, beside his lover.

Mulder smiled as Alex fed him and reached a hand down to grasp Alex's cock. "You're the only one I want. I want to know that you can't go on without me." He suddenly kissed Alex roughly, chuckling as he did so.

"Alex, don't trust him. Please," Max begged.

"You need to shut the fuck up," Mulder said, turning to look at Max. "One fuck doesn't make you my master."

The words made Alex start back, looking at Mulder with eyes wide. "M-Mulder? You... did you fuck him? Why did you fuck him, Mulder?" Alex shivered. Something was not quite right here. Mulder's hand on his dick was sending its own messages, and making it almost impossible for Alex to concentrate. Turning to Max, Alex frowned, trying to recall just what it was about this scenario that smelled wrong.

Mulder's hand tightened around Alex's cock and he smiled, leaning in to kiss Alex roughly. "Yeah, I fucked him," he chuckled, "I fucked him so hard he forgot his name. And you know why?" He laughed again. "Because I wanted access to you, you fucking murderous psycho. You fucking whore. You never had one goddamned thing to contribute to humanity, did you? All you did was hurt people and take advantage of them, and now you think the man you wanted for all those years would just forget?" His laugh reached a hysterical pitch and he squeezed Alex's cock harder. "I haven't forgotten and I want to see you rotting in hell, you son of a bitch." He pressed his mouth to Alex's ear. "That's all you deserve, fucker. An eternity spent writhing in agony. And, by the way, Max was a hell of a lot more satisfying than you. You're pathetic."

"Nooooo!" Alex fell back, trying to get away from the harsh words that were falling on him like blows. Mulder's hand on his dick had tightened and now was hurting him as he struggled away. A sharp handclap against Mulder's ears caused him to let go, and Alex scrambled back, wide-eyed, to put a chair between him and Mulder.

"You're insane, Fox. You said that you loved me."

"Oh my god," Mulder said, suddenly serious. "Did I lie? I guess I must have." He smirked at Alex. "You sicken me, you know that? You killed my fucking father and you think I could love you. Fucking egomaniac."

"Mulder, stop it." Max said, stepping towards them. "Just go. You've made your point."

"Shut up, Max," Mulder chuckled, "or you won't get to have me in your bed again."

Alex reached for his jeans, hastily pulling them on over his bare flesh and fastening them. His face was a mask from which no emotion radiated, and he'd elevated his chin unconsciously in a typically defiant attitude.

"Lied, did you, Fox? Didn't stop you coming. How does it feel to have my spunk dripping down your legs?" He laughed, harshly, and turned away to snag the vodka bottle, and this time he upended it to his lips without bothering to fill a shot glass.

"Oh, please," Mulder smirked, "it's only sex, Krycek. I'd never pass up a good fuck."

Max stepped towards Mulder, his nostrils flaring and eyes as dark and dangerous as anything seen before. "You need to stop right now. Stop hurting him."

"Oh, what? You're going to banish me?" Mulder laughed. "I hate to break it to you, but we're already in--"

Max shouted something unintelligible and Mulder was gone, a smoldering pile of ash the only thing left of him.

"I'm...I'm sorry," Max said shakily, "I had to... He had to go..."

The only response that Alex vouchsafed was a grunt as he drained the rest of the vodka, and allowed the bottle to drop to the floor with a splintering crash.

"Sorry," he said, dully. "Sorry..." His voice trailed off into silence and he leant against the table's edge, staring into space.

"Don't be sorry," Max said softly, moving closer to Alex but stopping shy of embracing him. "Don't ever be sorry. I'm just..." He looked away, his jaw clenched and his face trembling as if he were about to burst into tears. "I didn't want you to hear that. None of it." His hand moved to touch Alex's shoulder. "I wanted to spare you."

There was a pause, and then Alex gave a long, shuddering sigh, and turned his bleak gaze on Max. "It's perfectly fine. I didn't believe it was real, and hey, it was a great orgasm." He smiled, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, and scanned the table for a second, finally reaching for a second bottle of Cristal that was sitting amidst ice shavings.

Max took the bottle from him and quickly opened it, sending the cork flying across the room. "I really hope you want to celebrate the fact that he's out of your life," he said softly, handing the bottle back to Alex. "Because he doesn't deserve you to be miserable over him."

"You said that I could have what I wanted" The voice was very quiet, and would have been gentle, but for the pain that could be heard in it. "Tell me how?"

"Join me, Alex," Max said, smiling slowly as he closed the distance between the two of them. "If you pledge your loyalty to me, you'll have unlimited power." He snaked a hand around the back of Alex's neck, his gaze fixed on Alex's mouth. "You'll be wonderful."

"I may be wonderful, but will I have what I want?" The eyes had gone flat now, cold and deadly as any snake. "Tell me what I can and can't have." Alex's fingers had curved into claws, and his face was set as he stared unblinkingly at Max.

"Yes," Max sighed, feeding off the anger and pain he could feel coming from the other man, "absolutely anything you want." He chuckled and bit his bottom lip. "Would you like a little sample?"

The sneer that crossed Alex's face was not nice. "Sure," he said. "What are you waiting for? Give it your best shot." He put the bottle to his lips and chugged the icy liquor, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sagged into a chair.

Max rubbed his hands together and grinned. "Well, I'm going to need a little help from the audience for this one. Any volunteers?" He pointed at Alex. "You, sir. Tell me what you want. Name it and it's yours."

"You know what I want," was the quiet reply. "It's what I've always wanted." Alex's regard switched to the small heap of ashes that lay where Mulder had stood.

"Oh, right," Max snickered. "You want the love of a man who hates you. Well," he shrugged and nodded in the direction of the door. "There he is, the genuine article, ready to give you his heart."

The man that fell through the door was apparently confused and rather angry. Fox Mulder looked utterly boyish as he stood, face half-covered in shaving soap, a razor in his hand. The shrewd eyes snapped fury like fireworks. As his gaze lit on Alex, a snarl crossed his face. "Krycek, you son of a bitch."

"Well, there he is," Max whispered loudly. "You'd better get over there and make him fall in love with you before he disappears." He started giggling and looked at his watch. "You have approximately thirty seconds."

"Fox, I..." The words Max had spoken sank in at last, and Alex suddenly shook himself, then turned to Max and punched him in the gut. He didn't wait for Max's response. Striding across the room, he took the baffled Mulder by the forearms.

"Listen to me. I love you. I always have, and I always will. Go back in peace, Fox." He kissed the surprised mouth and then stood back, his face covered in shaving foam. After a second or two, Mulder shimmered and his figure faded away.

"That was so sweet," Max sniffed, clapping his hands. "But you really didn't have to punch me. Arrogant displays of violence are only fun when *I* do them." He walked over to Alex, snickering to himself at the despair he felt surrounding him. "Now, have you made a decision? If you can forget about something as ridiculous as love for just a moment, you'll find that I'm offering you something men would kill each other for." He put a hand on Alex's shoulder and nuzzled his ear as he pressed against Alex's back. "And there's nothing to say that you can't eventually have Fox, too." His teeth tugged on Alex's ear. "You can have all that power *and* the man you want. All you need to do is be patient."

"I've been patient, and I've killed people. You're too late. I don't think that there's anything that you have that I want, if not him." Alex shook Max off him, and walked away to sit in the chair at the head of the table. "You're supposed to be tempting me. You're not very good, are you?"

"Stop being such a fucking wimp," Max snarled and was instantly straddling Alex's lap. He gripped Alex's hair in his fist and yanked his head back. "Forget about that fucking prick," he growled through clenched teeth, "and think about all the things you can do to the people who hurt and betrayed you. You can make them suffer, Alex." His lips peeled back further to reveal sharp, white teeth. "You can take pleasure in tormenting them. Especially the fucker who *killed* you."

"That's all very well if you want that sort of thing. I've been there though. Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt, seen the movie, eaten the fucking pie. Isn't there anything good you got in that grab bag of yours? I mean, if all you have on offer is to let me torment Walter Skinner for the rest of time, then what can I say? Thanks, but no thanks." Alex spat, narrowly avoiding Max, and this time his sneer was unmistakable.

Max licked his lips and sat back, his weight still resting on Alex's legs. "I hate to be predictable, Alex, but you've left me no choice. That man you love so much?" He grinned and started chuckling. "I'm going to kill him. Actually, I'm going to have him killed. They're going to find pieces of him all over the DC area in about two weeks. You see, the guy who kills him *really* likes to torture his victims first. Scully will be very sad, so will Skinner, but these things are so random and horrible." He shook his head. "And how ironic that a former profiler was done in in such a violent way. You want to hear what happens to Fox before he's dismembered? I'll be really happy to share."

"You're going to kill him? I fail to see why. It's not like you're going to get him." Alex hiccupped, somewhat drunkenly, and giggled. "Nope. That sure isn't going to convince me. If anything, it's gonna do the opposite. Not sure what you're thinking there."

Max couldn't stifle his laughter and cupped Alex's face in his hands. "You are a sorry son of a bitch, aren't you? I happen to know that Fox does love you and right now he's sitting in his apartment wishing he'd done things differently." He leaned in and brushed his lips over Alex's. "He's regretting everything now, especially standing by while you were shot down. If you were to walk through his front door, he'd embrace you and never let you go." Max sighed and sat back again. "But I guess that doesn't matter since he'll be dead soon." He laughed and placed his hand to Alex's throat. "I can't believe you're going to kill him. You're more cold-hearted than I am."

"You'd better explain." If Alex had seemed a trifle intoxicated a moment or two earlier, it was now self-evident that he was not incapacitated. One hand shot forward to seize Max by the throat, while the other curled between his legs to seize his balls in a grip that was almost but not quite painful. "How am I going to kill him?"

Max practically rolled his eyes at Alex's actions. "Just so you know," he gasped, "you can't hurt me. You can rip my dick off my body and it won't phase me at all, but if it makes you feel better, that's fine." In a flash, he was on his feet, watching with an amused smirk as Alex stared at his empty hands, befuddled. "But I find the manhandling annoying. Now," he brushed his hand over his shirt and straightened up, "as I was saying. You are going to kill him by being...apathetic." He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, studying Alex. "But, come to think of it, I would love to watch you enter the killer's body and do the actual gutting. After you torture him, of course. I'll make sure you have a taste for hurting him. I'll also make sure you're fully aware of what you're doing, but you won't be able to help yourself." Suddenly, as if his attention had been snatched away, he looked at the table and picked up a piece of quiche. "God, I'm starving," he snickered. "Visions of blood and screams always do that to me." He thrust his hand forward, offering some to Alex. "You want some?"

Smacking the hand down, Alex turned away. "So you threaten me and I kill him. What then? He'll be dead. Then what will you have? Nothing much, really. That's such an instant gratification thing. I think you need something worse than that. You need to go for incentive. There's probably nothing you can threaten me with that is going to make me throw in the towel"

"Alex, you really are disappointing. I was so excited when I found out I'd have the chance to add you to my family, but..." Max snorted and turned back to the table. He picked up a chocolate and looked at it, thoughtful. "You know, I can't believe that you don't want any power. You told that cunt, Marita, that you wanted to rule the world, and now here I am offering you that chance and you don't want it. All because you want to be a pussy and whine about your darling Fox." He sneered at Alex then spat at him, hitting him dead between the eyes. "Wallow in your misery. I should have known better than to expect you to live up to your potential."

Alex's eyes flashed. "Well go on then. Tempt me, goddammit. First you say I can have everything I want, and then it turns out that I can only have what I want if it's what you want me to have. You offer me things that I've had. I want something new." Alex stood, a trifle unsteadily, and strutted over to Max. "Come on. Show me what I'm missing. Make me care." He leant forward to place his mouth against Max's. "Let's see what you have that I can relate to."

Max's mouth opened under Alex's and he let his tongue slide sensuously over the other before pulling his head back. "I can't make you care if you don't want to," he murmured, placing a hand on Alex's back and pulling him forward. "I can give you the fuck of your life, but if you choose to ignore anything else I offer, there's not much point in me offering it, is there?" He began to grind his hips against Alex, groaning softly as their cocks rubbed together. "What do you want besides Fox?" he asked, his voice breathless as he caught Alex's eyes and stared him down. "Right now I'll give you enough power to do anything you want. It'll just be a taste of what you can have."

"What do I want? I want to see the whole of the Tunguska area in flames. I want to see the fucking peasants burn. I want to see the black oil incinerated, until there's nothing left of it, and I want to see Dana Scully and Walter Skinner in chains, while dogs fuck them. Is that enough to be going on with?" Alex closed his eyes for a moment, as though savoring a mental image. "And I want Fox to serve me while I watch."

Max's breathing started getting heavier as he heard Alex's tirade. "Yes," he groaned, pushing Alex against the table and writhing against him, "that's what I want you to do. I want you to cause grief and pain." His voice caught in his throat and he gasped as he ran a hand slowly over Alex's face. "You have the ability to do all that now. All I ask is that you let me watch."

"Watch? You mean that you're just gonna watch?" Alex's hand moved down to feel Max's groin, running fingers along the hard cock that he could map beneath the silk of his pants. "You're shitting me, right? Where's the fun in watching? Listen, I'll play your half-assed games, but you'd better be right there along side of me, trading punches, right?" Alex leant against Max, rubbing himself catlike against him, his still bare chest whispering against Max's silk shirt. "Besides, sex isn't half as interesting without the power, is it?"

"Power is everything," Max grinned, pulling Alex to him for a deep, savage kiss. "But you don't want me to assist in any way," he warned, "I might not stop at having dogs fuck your little friends." His eyes flashed and he flicked his tongue over Alex's mouth. "I'd do so much more to them," he chuckled, the sound dry and hollow in his throat. "And after Fox has satisfied you and it's all over..." His hand shot down and grabbed Alex's erection. "I want your cock. I want it in my mouth, in my ass... You're the first human I've met who I think could be as depraved as I like. You won't disappoint me, will you?"

"I don't see why not. I've disappointed everyone in my life. Why should you be different." Alex sniggered, and then dropped his hand to cover Max's, pressing it in against his cock and massaging. "But you know what? If I do whatever I want, you should be pleased."

"Fuck..." Max panted, "you won't disappoint me. Let's do it," he snarled, nipping at Alex's mouth. "Let's kill all of them. Let's really hurt them, Alex." He'd taken the liberty to dress them both in dark suits and poise them on a hill overlooking the gulag where Alex and Fox had been imprisoned. Slipping an arm around Alex's waist, he kissed his neck and laughed softly. "Whenever you're ready to begin the carnage, all you have to do is think about it. You won't believe how easy it is."

As Alex raised a bottle to his lips and drank, he began to laugh, until finally the vodka spilled down his front and he stood looking out over the place where he'd faced his most dreadful moment.

A single thought, and the fire began to rage.

Turning, he embraced Max, his mouth avid as he sought a kiss. When the screams began, it was as though he had become galvanized, and he ground his hips against Max, delving into his mouth as the crackle of the flames grew.

A triumphant swell burst inside Max and he returned the kiss eagerly. Alex was his, he knew it; he could taste it. "Finish it," he breathed, sucking desperately on Alex's mouth, moving to suck and lick his chin and jaw and neck. "Do everything you've dreamt about," he whispered, his hand moving down to cup Alex's groin. "And then have your Fox. You'll realize your true power when that happens."

Alex laughed, and moved closer to Max. His cock twitched under Max's expert hand, and as Alex screamed his completion, the whole of the gulag began to explode, the flames spurting as his cock discharged onto the hard packed ground.

Elsewhere, Walter Skinner shifted restlessly in his sleep...

"I knew you belonged with me," Max said huskily, taking Alex's hand firmly in his. "And you have so much more to see." Without warning they were in a pitch-black room, but their eyes soon adjusted to the darkness. "Look, there he is," Max whispered into Alex's ear, squeezing his hand. "You can play with him now."

"If I kill him, will he die?" Alex's voice was mild, a mere brush of velvet stirring the skin within the blackness of the night. "I don't want him to die, you know. I want him to live on and fear me, and die a thousand times out of fright." He thought for a moment, and chains bound Skinner to his bed.

Another thought and he stepped to the edge of the bed.

"Hello, Walter, remember me?" As Skinner registered the voice, his eyes widened in the gloom, and his words, when they came, were spoken in a high pitch, shrill and fearful. When Alex struck the match, it flared up, illuminating his features against the backdrop of oily, roiling darkness.

As he tossed it onto the bed, he turned to Max.

"See you, Skinner," he said. "Next?"

Max couldn't help the smile that crossed his face as he'd watched Alex perform. There was even a strange feeling of pride that had risen inside him at how well Alex was handling his new power. Now that Alex was standing in front of him, looking at him expectantly, Max found himself compelled to give Alex even more.

"Next we do whatever you like," Max whispered, moving in to kiss Alex. "You mentioned something about Scully," he breathed against Alex's mouth. "I think you need to pay her a visit, too."

As they appeared in Scully's room, where the sleeping woman lay in her bed, head pillowed on her arm, Alex turned to Max. "Dress us both in white. It's going to be important."

Max smirked and the two of them were now dressed completely in white. He slipped an arm around Alex's waist and impulsively nipped at his ear. "I like your style kid."

Taking Max's hand, Alex stepped forward to the edge of Scully's bed, and his husky voice crooning low as he called to Scully.

"Dana... Dana, wake up." The slumbering woman wrinkled her forehead as the words reached into her dreams to pull her towards wakefulness. Again he called her, his voice seductive as he whispered. Finally, he reached forward to touch her hand, and she woke, drowsily mumbling, before suddenly realizing that her bedroom had been invaded. Sitting bolt upright, she scrambled for her gun and aimed it at Alex.

"Don't move. I will shoot you."

"Oh, dear," Max gasped, putting his hand to his mouth and looking at Alex. "I think she might mean it." He turned his attention to Scully, smirking as he took a step towards her. "But she couldn't shoot either of us if she tried."

"Dana, you're going to have to shoot me, I'm afraid, because I'm most definitely going to move." Deliberately, Alex sat down on the edge of the bed, and took the covers in his hands, yanking them back away from her to expose her pajamas. Her eyes widened, and she fired twice, once into Alex's chest, and once at his head. The bullets passed through him, leaving him unblemished, and he burst into laughter.

"Is that any way to treat an angel of the lord?" He looked back at Max. "What do you think? She's an apostate, I'd say."

"I'd have to agree with you," Max said, nodding his head. "It's a shame, really. I was led to believe her faith was unshakable." He sighed and sat on the other side of Scully, pursed his lips and looked at Alex. "What do you think is the best way to handle this?"

"Oh, she needs a little injection of the host, I suspect. That will cure her." Alex reached again, seizing her jacket and ripping it apart. "God, look at those," he murmured. I love a lactating tit. So... tender." With a dive, he was on her, mouth avid at her breast while his hands went to her white throat to threaten.

Laughing, Max stroked a hand over Alex's bent head then placed it on Scully's stomach. "She's certainly very worthy of the best we have to give," he murmured, removing the pajama bottoms with a flick of his wrist. "Oh, look, a natural redhead, too," he chuckled, sliding his hand between her legs, his thumb starting to massage her clit. "I've found them to be particularly fond of the...nastier side of fucking." He increased the pressure and smiled at the fright on her face. "But, then again, everyone ends up enjoying it eventually."

Scully fought, but the two of them were far too much for her, and at last, she lay, distressed and panting beneath the onslaught of the two men that both seemed to be Alex Krycek. She'd cried, but now her tears had dried, and she merely waited, pupils black in the white of her face, for what they would do.

Opening his pants to reveal his engorged cock, Alex moved her up onto it, plunging himself deep inside, and then pulling out abruptly to spin her around and thrust her at Max.

"Hold her for me," he said, and reached to pull the cheeks of her ass apart. As she moaned, he placed the head of his slick cock against her anus and pushed hard.

Max swallowed Scully's shouts, crushing his mouth to hers and kissing her hard enough to bruise the tender flesh of her lips. As he broke away, he couldn't stop laughing at how wonderful Alex was. He couldn't have asked for anything more than the purely vindictive and evil acts Alex was committing.

Still holding her up, Max pulled her closer, Alex's steady thrusts pushing her harder against him. Catching Alex's eye and staring at him intently, Max released his own cock and thrust it inside her.

"Nothing like good pussy to make me love my job," Max smirked as he started fucking her.

Moving together, in perfect synchrony, Alex could feel the slip and glide of Max's cock through the thin membrane that was all separating them. It felt impossibly good to be together this way, fucking this supercilious bitch while she begged her God to save her.

"God isn't here. He sent us. Will we do?" Alex sneered, and leant forward to place his mouth onto Max's, tongue probing lasciviously as he felt himself getting close to his orgasm.

Max grasped the back of Alex's head, pulling him closer so he could deepen the kiss. The darkness and delight he tasted there sent a shiver through him and he was going to come harder than he ever had.

Breaking the kiss with an approving groan, Max grinned. "We'd better do," he said breathlessly. "We *are* the best after all." He bent his head to look at Scully. "Aren't we, Dana? Isn't this the best fucking you've ever had?"

Alex laughed as she whimpered, and nuzzled into her neck, first sticking his tongue into her ear and then biting at the pale skin. He could feel himself peaking and thrust hard into her, feeling flesh split beneath his onslaught and feeling slick blood lubricate his way as he started to tingle from the onrush of pleasure.

"So glad we could do this, Dana," he panted, as he felt himself going over the top. "We must do it more often." With a low cry, he pumped himself into her.

Max's orgasm happened almost simultaneously and he growled as his cock shot stream after stream of burning hot come inside her. "Just a little souvenir, Dana," he rasped in her ear. "It'll stick around for you to enjoy it later."

He reached to pull Alex in for another kiss. "How would you like to finish her?" Max whispered, licking and nipping at Alex's mouth.

"Oh, I don't know... Perhaps we should do a song and dance for her? Or maybe we should cut her throat? Oh, I know. We should put on a special face for her. Show her that we love her enough to research her tastes?" Alex pulled his cock out from her, and as she sagged, he wiped it on her hair and stepped away, fastening his pants.

"Sounds like a great idea," Max laughed, shoving her away from him then going to join Alex. Impulsively, he grabbed Alex and kissed him again, then smiled as he turned his head to look at Scully. "After you, Alex," he murmured.

Alex reached with his mind, searching for the one thing that would be the perfect gift for Dana Scully. Her mind was stuttering in fright, and from the crazy images that skittered across it, he picked out one that would do... Donny Pfaster. He murmured the name happily beneath his breath, and then *became*....

Max laughed loudly, the sound chilling and shrill as he saw Alex change. Scully's reaction was immediate and her face turned pale with fright as the demon in her nightmares seemed to be in her bedroom. "Look at what you let fuck you," he said, his tone accusing and berating. He let his own visage change to match that of Alex's and he grinned widely. "You're going to hell, Dana," he rasped, his voice rattling in his throat.

She turned grey, crumpling to the ground, where she lay, blood seeping from between her buttocks. As Alex turned away from her, his face a smile that seemed to have too many teeth, he murmured, "She never would let him go."

His ears perked at the comment and Max looked admiringly at Alex. "You were jealous? You did this because you're jealous?"

"Is that a problem? The bitch should have learnt her place years ago, but no, she never did." Alex's countenance slowly morphed back into his own handsome face. "Did I earn a reward yet?"

Max studied Alex for a few long moments. "It's not a problem at all. In fact, it's definitely an asset. You're actually evil, Alex," he chuckled. "I knew you were bad, but...jealousy causing such devastating treatment while the man who killed you gets off relatively easy?" He sighed and transformed back to his old form. "This makes me very happy. Yes, you've most definitely earned a reward." He took Alex's hand. "Let's pay Mulder a visit, shall we?"

Fox Mulder was sitting on his couch dozing when they appeared. He didn't seem to notice when the two of them appeared in his living room, and when they sat down - one to either side of him - he barely stirred. Krycek stared at him without expression for a moment or two, and then leant to brush his lips over the generous mouth.

"Fox, come on, Fox."

Mulder came awake in an instant. "What? Krycek? You're dead. How...?"

"Yeah, I'm dead. It's the afterlife for me now. But here's the good news. You don't have to die, Fox." As Mulder stirred mutinously at the sound of his first name Alex wagged a lazy finger at him. "Get used to it, Fox. It's gonna be an eternity."

"You know, you can make things a lot easier if you just cut out the pretense," Max said, relaxing into the couch and putting his feet up on the coffee table. "Just admit you want to fuck Alex's brains out and we can move on. Let's go."

Alex looked sideways at Max. "Hey, I wasn't going to give him a choice. I was thinking of taking him with me. Is that okay? I can have a pet, can't I?"

"Oh." Max sat up. "Yeah, I don't see what would be wrong with that." He looked at Alex sternly. "Just as long as you remember who *you* belong to. If you can do that, I'll let you keep him."

Alex's face lit up, and he leaned across Mulder to kiss Max once more. Then he took Mulder's hand, and said "Okay, let's go."

As they winked out of existence, another fish floated to the surface of Mulder's tank.

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

The trip back to Max's was instantaneous and he turned around to face the two men. One was almost his exact double, both physically and in demeanor. The thought of that sent a pleasant thrill up Max's spine and he crossed over to kiss him. He couldn't seem to get enough of that mouth. Pulling back with a sigh, he turned his attention to Mulder.

"I can see why Alex is so obsessed with you," he smiled, and stroked the side of Mulder's face. "I think that should be enough to keep you safe from harm." He looked at Alex. "Are you going to fuck him now or should he be fed first?"

"Oh, he can wait." A wave of Alex's hand had Mulder naked and spread-eagled against the wall. A second wave and he was bound, held there by invisible bonds, as Alex slid his hands around Max's waist and smiled at him sweetly. "I can think of things to do that will make the anticipation all the better - for Fox, anyway."

"I think that's a brilliant idea," Max sighed and pressed his mouth to Alex's as his hands slid down Alex's back. He was ready again, his cock already filled with blood and straining against the thin fabric of his slacks. That was one of the best things about living in a perfect world. Sex at will was merely one of the many benefits. "What would you like to do first?" he whispered as he licked Alex's lips.

Alex threw back his head and laughed. "I think that I'd like to bring out someone that Mulder has wanted to see for a while. Sort of demonstrate our good faith?" At Max's widening smile, Alex dropped to his knees and opened the front of Max's pants.

"I like a little something when I plan evil. This is a really nice something, and not so little either!"

Max laughed as he placed his hands on Alex's head. "Think you can handle it?" he purred at the first touch of Alex's hand on his cock. There was no doubt as to the answer when he felt the heat of Alex's tongue trail across the head. "Oh, yeah," he gasped, "this is going to be good." He looked at Mulder and winked. "Don't you wish you were me?"

Alex took his time with the generous morsel he was mouthing, teasing, licking, lapping. His fingers were curled beneath to weigh the heavy scrotum, and he glanced up at Max from beneath heavy lashes, chuckling as he inserted his tongue into the eye that had begun to ooze fluid.

"What would you like to do with this?" he asked. "Need a list of places to put it?"

"Your mouth is actually at the top of my list right now," Max chuckled, then cast another look Mulder's way. "Although Fox has a few places I'd like to stick it. But, for now..." He looked down at Alex and gently stroked his cheek. "Why don't you choose what to do? I feel as if I've gotten a new pet, myself, and I'd like to indulge you a little.

"Oh, I'm choosing all right." Alex gave a little crow of laughter, and went down on Max very suddenly, engulfing him in hot, wet, sucking flesh. He concentrated on sucking at Max as his fingers probed, seeking access to tender parts as he slowly slid Max's pants down, and then with a grunt, caused them to vanish, leaving him naked and beautiful for him to access.

Max's breath quickened and his fingers tangled in Alex's hair. The sweet, tickling fingers of arousal that coursed through him at the knowing touches made him feel his most human, his most vulnerable. And to have this gorgeous creature servicing him was beyond belief. He moved his hips slowly, seeking more of the delicious heat that was surrounding his cock. "Alex, you are...incredible..." he murmured, a satisfied smile on his face as he continued to watch Mulder as he watched them.

A hand on the finely crinkled scrotum let Alex know just exactly when Max's orgasm began to build, and as he sucked on the trembling, cock, he concentrated, his fingernails becoming long, and sharp as knives. As he felt the onrush of Max's jism, he pierced the tender scrotal flesh, dragging back with deep scratches as he sucked the offering dry.

Max cried out, thrilled that he had this man on his side now. The pain was sweet and meant so much more because Alex had done it of his own free will. He hadn't been ordered to do it, and that made Max want him even more. "So fucking good..." he growled, allowing himself to experience every ounce of pain and pleasure as his cock was sucked dry. His own fingers began to dig into Alex's scalp as his grip tightened, and he could feel the unmistakable sting of blood, sticky and warm, between his legs. "Now you have to clean me up, Alex," he sighed, his tone tender and almost loving.

The little snort of laughter was followed by the application of a hot, rasping tongue. Alex lapped and licked around Max's genitalia with evident gusto. Only when every last scrap of blood was gone, and Max stood, healed and complete, did he rise. Turning then to look at Mulder, he indicated the man's very real hard on.

"Oh, looky there," he said gently, the laughter still bubbling through his voice.

"Hmm, I think your little pet has a twisted sense of the erotic," Max giggled and slipped an arm around Alex's waist. "I think I like it." He turned to Alex and slowly licked his face from the jaw to just below his eye. "Can we use him as a sex toy, Alex?" he whispered, sucking on the tender flesh just below Alex's ear.

"He's mortal, and I want him to last," answered Alex, arching into the caress. "Still, I'm sure that there are a lot of things we can do that won't break him." Alex stepped away from Max and sauntered over to where Mulder hung from the wall, his cock erect and weeping.

"I'd suck you off, Fox, but I already did that for Max. Don't know that I want to do that again, though you might persuade me." He had taken hold of Mulder's dick while he was speaking, and was gently drawing it to and fro, his slick hand sliding over the taut skin. "Maybe what you need is Samantha. What do you say, Fox?" As he finished speaking, he applied his mouth to Mulder's throat, biting hard enough to leave a bruise.

"Sam...Samantha?" Fox stuttered, unable to believe what was happening to him. It was a dream. It had to be. Years of pent up sexual frustration were finally taking their toll and now he was dreaming about Krycek being some sort of demonic creature...No, make that *two* creatures... And now an all too real hand was jerking him off. Add to that the lips and teeth marking his neck and this was the most realistic dream he'd ever had. "Oh god...god, that feels good," he whimpered, thrusting into Krycek's grip. "Fuck...if I'm dreaming I might as well come, right?" He laughed shakily. "And if you want to throw in seeing my sister afterwards, I wouldn't mind. I still miss her."

"You think that you're dreaming, Fox? Hey, I always wanted to be your wet dream." Alex stooped to hook Mulder's legs up, allowing him to hang from his wrists until the sweat stood out on his forehead and his breathing grew labored. He placed his cock at Mulder's asshole, and started to permit the man's weight to assist as he forced an entry, and then all of a sudden, he found himself inside. "You've always been mine," he whispered.

Mulder cried out, his head jerking from side to side as he tried to tell himself this was all a dream. None of this was happening. The pleasure and pain he was feeling as Krycek's cock ripped into him was not happening.

"Oh, please," Max smirked and walked over to join them. "If you're going to get fucked by someone as beautiful as Alex, you could at least have the decency to know it's really happening." He slapped Mulder's face then grabbed it, forcing Mulder to look at him. "Repeat after me," he smiled. "This is all real."

Mulder's eyes widened and he whimpered. "Th...this is all...real..."

"And I love having Alex's cock up my ass," Max added with a giggle. When Mulder didn't say anything, he squeezed his fingers, digging into Mulder's cheeks. "Say it!"

"And...and I love having..." He gasped as Alex thrust into him. "I love having Alex's cock up my ass," he said quickly, adding a 'sir' much to Max's delight.

The sound of Mulder's voice made Alex sob and increase his movements. "God, Mulder," he whimpered as his hips moved faster and faster. The man's quiescence had utterly undone him. He looked around for Max, and fastened a despairing look on him as he plunged, lost himself, and shuddered as he held Mulder, who seemed to be spurting endless strings of white sticky fluid.

Max immediately bent his head between them and licked Mulder's come from both their bodies. As he cleaned Alex's stomach and chest, he nipped at the flesh, conveying a definite claim on him. He raised his eyes to Alex's to ensure that the message was not lost on him then moved to casually lick Alex's cock as it slid out of Mulder's ass.

"Where is Sam?" Alex grinned as he eyed Max. "We really need Sam to come to the party." He waited as Max nodded. A young girl appeared in the room. She was naked and bruised. As Mulder saw her, and seemed to recognize her, Alex laughed.

"I knew that you could do it," he said to Max. Think she could go back... for a price?

"I'm sure that something can be worked out," Max smirked at Mulder. "Don't you, Fox?"

Mulder looked from Max to the slight figure who looked so much like his sister. "That's not really..." He breathed in sharply, feeling himself on the verge of panic. "Alex...that's not really her, is it?"

"What you need to ask yourself, Fox, is can you take a chance that it isn't? Max can send her back to earth again, but if he does, you are gonna be mine whenever I want, for the rest of eternity. What do you say?" Alex stroked his hands down Mulder's body, and smiled at him.

Mulder licked his lips, shivering at Alex's touch. With a soft whimper, he closed his eyes and shook his head. "That's not really her. And I can't give you what you want."

"Oh, you can, love, one way or another. Thing is, if Sam is back on earth, I can let you go home too, except when I need you. Otherwise, you are here for the duration." Alex's grin was feral. "Face it, you are mine, one way or another."

"Just let her go," Mulder muttered, lowering his head. "Don't make her live again because there'd be nothing for her there. Just let her rest in peace." He raised his eyes to Alex's, tears already beginning to fall down his face. "I'll stay with you, but leave Sam out of this. Please?"

As Sam winked out of existence, Alex took Mulder in his arms and closed his eyes for one short second, and then released him so he could turn to Max.

"I guess that concludes the trial. Let me know if you're hiring."

"I knew you were perfect for me," Max sighed, grinning as he pinned Alex to the wall, crushing his body against him. "He's lying, though," he whispered into Alex's ear as he began grinding their hips together. "You can't let him get away with that."

Alex didn't respond immediately, instead electing to plaster his mouth to Max's, his tongue seeking the sensitive flesh within. When finally he broke it off, he whispered with a smile, "Does it really matter? He'll learn. Maybe it will take a few hundred years, but we have time, don't we?"

"Mmmm, we certainly do," Max murmured, nuzzling Alex's neck. He knew that it wouldn't take long for Mulder to break, and as long as he kept Alex happy, Alex would stay there with him.

At a wave from Max, Mulder's bonds fell from his body, the two men turned to take him by his hands, and, as they left the room, all that remained was a lingering scent of brimstone.

The End

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