Just Another Night, by Kindli

Just Another Night

by Kindli

Rated: A (slash)

Pairing: Mulder/Cory Raines, Mulder/Krycek X-Files/Highlander

Disclaimer: X-Files belongs to Chris Carter, Fox, and 1013 Productions; Highlander belongs to Panzer/Davis and I don't know who else.

Summary: Appearances can be deceiving. Basically a PWP

Beta: Thanks to Nadine for beta, all remaining mistakes are mine.

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I stepped off the elevator, already envisioning my comfortable leather couch and the video I had gotten last weekend. The moment I stepped into the door, I knew those plans were about to be changed. There was someone in my apartment. In the process of grabbing my weapon, I froze when I heard the cocking of a gun just to my left.

"Get rid of the weapon, Mulder." A husky voice rasped into my ear.

I recognized the owner of the voice immediately. "Krycek?" I exclaimed. "Now what? Another rebel prisoner for me to rescue? Some important mission that only I can carry out?" Frustrated with myself, I slowly lowered my weapon to the floor and stepped away from it.

"Drop to your knees, my captor demanded, "hands clasped behind your head."

Okay. This was different. I obeyed, wondering where this was headed.

He removed the pistol I kept near my ankle, and then did an overly thorough search of my body. I couldn't hide the shudder that traveled through me when his hand touched my groin. I felt my cheeks heat with shame when he chuckled, returning to gently squeeze the growing bulge.

"What do you want?" I asked, proud to sound so casual, though I couldn't help pushing into the pressure of that hand.

"I want to spend some quality time with my favorite FBI agent." The unseen smirk was evident in his tone when he squeezed again. "And I think you want that, too."

Unable to prevent myself from jerking forward into his touch again, I groaned, "Stop it, Krycek." I tried for tough, but instead it came out sounding pathetically needy.

"I don't think so." My beautiful captor began to undo my belt. "I think you've wanted this for as long as I have." He pulled my pants down to my knees. "You move, and I'll shoot you." He warned, stepping away, gun still in hand.

I knelt there shivering, with my hands clasped behind my head. I blinked as a lamp was turned on, though the dim light revealed very little.

"Geez Mulder. Why bother putting a light bulb in if you don't want to see anything?" he complained, as he returned to me.

What should I say to that? I opted to stay silent.

I noticed the gun was now sitting next to the lamp. That was when I was pretty sure I understood what was going on. Before I could decide what to do about it, if anything, he snapped his fingers, regaining my attention. I focused on his eyes. I could practically get lost in them, clichd as that sounds. He'd always had such beautiful eyes, with the longest lashes. Of course, there was no way in hell I'd ever tell him this. He was already aware of his beauty, and hardly needed me stroking his ego.

When he kissed me, I resisted for about 3 milli-seconds, before I opened my mouth and let his tongue claim me. Without intending to, my arms moved to embrace him.

Tasting wine on his breath I vaguely wondered if I'd had any in the apartment, before he got here.

He began to unbutton my shirt, still kissing me. When the need for air separated us, he removed the shirt and suit jacket at the same time. Then he leaned forward and took one of my nipples between his teeth.

"Oh God." I heard myself whimper; any thought of struggle long gone. All I wanted now was for this man to fuck me, and soon!

Unable to concentrate on doing more, I stroked his back as he nipped and then soothed my nipples with his tongue. I felt bereft when he pulled away. "Up you go." He took hold of my hair and pulled me into a standing position.

I winced, but it did nothing to lessen my arousal. My pants slid to my ankles and self-consciously I removed them along with my shoes.

He waited silently until I stood naked before him. Then he smiled. It wasn't an annoying smirk this time, but a real smile; the kind of smile that got my stomach doing somersaults. Trying to compose myself, I took a deep breath. Nearly impossible, what with the way he was radiating sexual energy and all.

"Very nice, Mulder." His hand reached out to caress my cock. I gasped when he ran a finger along the length.

It had been way too long since Id had any sex, and I hoped sure I wouldnt embarrass myself. God, please don't let me come yet. It's too soon! I prayed to the God I wasn't sure even existed. He began to kiss me again, his tongue claiming my mouth. I returned the kiss desperately, wondering how I could want this man so much. He was simply acting out a part... I quickly banished that thought from my mind, determined to accept it for what it appeared to be, not what it was.

His hand moved to caress my ass, squeezing and kneading it. "Bedroom. I've got plans for this evening." He muttered against my lips. Kissing me, he led me to the seldom-used room.

Breaking away he opened the door and pushed me gently backwards into the room. I was so focused on him that it took me a few moments to realize the room was lit with candles. Shadows danced against the walls. I stood there staring, until he took my hand and pulled me to the bed. Must have spent an hour just cleaning the place.

He kissed me again, a short but hard claiming of the lips. "Lay down." He nipped my ear.

I practically fell onto the mattress, before I lay down, wondering a little nervously what was next. I felt a shiver go through me as I watched my captor. Was he still my captor, if he no longer held a gun on me? All I could do was wait for his next move.

The smile on his lips did nothing to lessen my tension as he stood there gazing down at me.

"Relax." He lowered his body until he sat next to me, then he laid a hand on my belly and moved it upwards, lightly pinching a nipple, smiling when I gasped. Trailing his fingers up to my shoulder and then over my arm, past my elbow, he finally grasped my hand. My skin tingled everywhere that he touched. I didn't resist when he pulled my arm above my head to the bed-board. Something closed around my wrist and I heard the unmistakable click of handcuffs. He took my other wrist and did the same to it. Though I didnt bother fighting him, my hand just itched to smack the smirk off of his face. But, since I'd already given this round to him, all I could do was wait and see what he'd planned next.

He left my side only long enough to strip, before returning to straddle me. He positioned himself so that his own erection was pressed firmly into my belly. I envied his self-control. Leaning down to kiss me again, he teased me with just a quick taste before he inched down to lick my neck. I couldn't hold back a sharp cry when he bit me. Then he soothed it with his tongue, the pain and pleasure intermingling as he proceeded to mark me.

My eyes rolled back, my fists clenching helplessly against the headboard. When he was satisfied, he moved to tease my nipples again. Licking one and then the other, his tongue left a moist trail between the two. I moaned, writhing frantically beneath him. When he stopped, I looked down to find him watching me. I whimpered.

"You like that?" With a grin, he began to inch down again, licking and biting my skin as I twisted and bucked beneath him. When he was directly level with my swollen and leaking cock, he licked his lips. I was pleading with him not to stop, when he paused.

"What do you want, Mulder?" He licked off a drop of pre-cum from the tip.

"Krycek...Alex, please suck me." I arched up off the bed, begging him with actions as well as words.

He nodded, and without any more coaxing he swallowed it deep into his throat.

I screamed.

The bastard grinned, never varying the rhythm he'd established as he reached out for the tube from the nightstand. I spread my legs for him as I begged him to "Do it, already." He inserted first one slicked finger and then another. My hands were twisted to grip the headboard, and I no longer had any coherent thought left. When he finally returned with 3 fingers, and angled his reach just so, I screamed again. I arched up and came down his throat. He sucked me dry, and then moved to prepare himself.

Once he'd entered me, I wrapped my legs around his hips, and listened with satisfaction when he released a groan of pleasure. He paused to gain control, before beginning to actually move. I felt myself becoming hard again; and noticing this, with a self-satisfied smirk, he wrapped a hand around my erection, jerking me off in time with his own thrusts. He came with a shout, and I followed soon after.

Moving off of me he grabbed a towel from the floor to wipe us off, before collapsing back onto the bed. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he lay there gasping for breath.

I waited a few moments before I cleared my throat. "Babe, can you unlock these?" I pulled on the cuffs.

Groaning softly, I heard him feel around the bed table for the keys. Without looking, he grabbed them and freed my wrists. Then he lay down again, sighing as his head rested on my chest.

Petting the soft black hair back from his flushed face, I watched the shadows play against the walls for a while. "There are easier ways of getting me handcuffed to a bed than pretending to be Alex Krycek, Cory."

As I listened to my lovers' laughter, I fell asleep.

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Part Two

Basement office 755am

As Mulder walked to his office, he heard the phone ring and broke into a run. Out of breath, he picked up the receiver. "Mulder."

"Hello Mulder."

The week before, Mulder's on again-off again lover, Cory Raines had told him he had business in New Hampshire and promised to be back some time this week. So when Mulder heard his voice coming through the line, he smiled and plopped down into his chair, lifting his feet up onto his desk. "Hey babe. What's up?"

"Huh?"

"You coming over tonight?" Mulder grinned as he began plotting his retribution for the handcuffs from their last meeting.

"You want me to?" Cory's voice was disbelieving.

Distracted by Scully's late entrance, Mulder missed the confused note in his lover's voice as he prepared to cut the call short. "Of course I do. Look, Scully just walked in so I can't talk. I'll see you tonight, okay?"

Scully raised a brow and directed a curious glance at the phone before settling her gaze on Mulder. "Who was that?"

Lounging back into his chair, Mulder felt an evil grin stretch across his face. "Cory's back in town."

Scully regarded him wryly. "The man that looks like Krycek?"

Mulders hazel eyes sparkled with good humor as he nodded.

Knowing more than enough about Mulder and Cory's 'relationship' already, Scully wasn't interested in hearing about his plans for tonight. It just got her dwelling on her own lack of a sex life. She glanced pointedly at her watch. "We have a meeting with Skinner in 10 minutes.

Basement office 457pm

Scully watched Mulder as he prepared to leave. "You aren't staying late tonight?"

"With Cory waiting for me at the apartment?" Scornfully, Mulder shook his head.

"Considering the feelings that Alex seems to have for you, did it ever occur to you to wonder what he'll do if he ever finds out about Cory?"

Mulder didn't even pretend to be concerned. "Shoot him, maybe?" He held her jacket out for her.

Scully twisted her head around to get a better look at him. "You think he'd shoot only Cory?" She sounded incredulous as she pushed her arms into the sleeves.

He shrugged. "He wouldn't shoot me; he'd leave that pleasure for you."

Quirking an eyebrow at him, Scully assured him, "You will thank me someday for saving his life." She buttoned up her jacket and pulled on her gloves.

Grabbing his own jacket, Mulder snorted. "Maybe someday in the waaay off future." At the time, he'd been furious, he wanted Krycek to pay for murdering his father. Now he realized there were reasons for everything. He might not agree with those reasons, but there was no changing that which was already completed.

Seeming to read his mind, Scully laid a small hand on his arm. "Accept things as they are, Mulder. You'll both be a lot happier if you do."

Mulder shrugged her hand off. "I've accepted things just fine, Scully. Elsewise I wouldn't have Cory in my apartment, waiting for me."

"I'm not talking about just you, Mulder. I mean you and Alex. What with the impending invasion and all, there might not be much more time for you to make things right. It seems to me that you should start thinking about letting him into your life." With that said, Scully turned away from him and left the office, Mulder following close on her heels.

"I'll think about it-- but not right now." Mulder finally agreed, putting Alex out of his mind and replacing the space with visions of his current lover. He grinned as he walked through the parking garage. Cory had been in control of last weeks tryst but now it was his turn.

Apartment 42 Living Room 538pm

Meanwhile inside Mulder's apartment, Alex was pacing the length of the living room wondering why he was here.

His favorite federal agent had sounded so pleased to hear from him this morning... Mulder had asked him to meet him here at him apartment without even knowing what he had to say. Now here he was, standing among Mulder's possessions, surrounded by the older man's scent- invited no less.

He was positive that Mulder had finally lost his mind or something, but he couldn't resist obeying the seductive tone of Mulder's voice. He'd been walking in a dreamlike trance all day, breaking into the apartment an hour earlier than Mulder usually got off of work. Now here he stood- waiting, too jumpy to sit down.

Hearing the key turn in the lock, he froze, common sense finally returning. Shit! What if this is a trap?-- He's probably got a team of Feds with him He stood by the couch, tense with anticipatory fear as the door opened. Why didn't I bring my gun?!?

Mulder stood there alone, not even holding a gun as he entered the room.

"Hey babe. Get your ass over here." Mulder removed his trench and draped it over a chair.

As his eyes flickered over the agent and then away to glance at the otherwise empty apartment, Alex wondered at the casual command, but he obeyed, watching warily for the gun or the fists to suddenly appear.

Smiling, Mulder reached out and pulled him in close, nuzzling into his neck. "I'm glad you made it."

Alex's expression of shock went unnoticed when Mulder nipped his ear. What the hell? His cock jumped at the unexpected movement and his body froze for a moment, while his mind tried to absorb the fact that instead of a gun, he had Fox Mulder's tongue in his ear. Like you really mind? With this thought in mind, he finally moved to return Mulder's embrace.

Tentatively, he raised his good arm to pet Mulder's silky chestnut hair. "Me too."

When Mulder began sucking on the juncture between collar-bone and shoulder, Alex's eyes rolled back and his hips jerked into Mulder's as a jolt of desire ripped through his body. God, he's marking me.

Mulder pulled back a fraction to look into his eyes and smiled. Alex stumbled backward, so lost in the exquisite sensation of being surrounded by Mulder's scent that he didn't even realize he was being led to the bedroom.

He whimpered when, in favor of undressing him, Mulder released him.

Mulder began working on the fastening of his pants. "Too many clothes," he murmured, and knelt to remove Alex's shoes.

Bemused by being the focus of Mulder's less violent attention's, Alex watched through hooded eyes, saying nothing as he allowed Mulder to do as he pleased. It occurred to him that this shouldn't be happening but he was enjoying the gentle attention and it had been so long since he'd wanted to have sex, so he said nothing as Mulder undressed his lower body.

Alex looked down at the man still on his knees before him and gasped in disbelief when Mulder took his swollen and rigid cock into his mouth. His eyes glazed over when he felt Mulder's tongue rolling around his shaft, tasting him. By the time Mulder pulled away, Alex could hardly stand as he whimpered with need. "No, no, don't stop, don't stop..." Alex gasped out, his arm reaching out to grab at Mulder, blindly.

Mulder clasped a hand onto Alex's questing wrist and shushed him. "Shh... baby. We're just getting started." Leaning close, Mulder kissed him again- his free hand trailed down Alex's still clothed chest and lightly traced a finger over his cock.

Thrusting his hips into the touch, Alex returned the kiss with fervor. He groaned into Mulder's mouth when he felt his cock being gripped at the base, preventing him from coming.

He tore his mouth away from Mulder's and pleaded with him- "Mulder please- don't tease me like this, let me come, please let me come."

"No."

Alex gasped in shocked dismay when Mulder broke off all contact except the hold on his cock, taking complete control of the situation. Helpless in his desire for the man, he could do nothing but stand there on shaky legs, hoping for release.

He moaned softly, realizing that Mulder wouldn't continue unless they played by his rules so he made the supreme effort of calming himself- surrendering all control to the older man with a nod.

Telling himself he could be silent, and take anything Mulder could think of, he didn't argue when Mulder pushed him back onto the bed, and sat with Mulder's grip still controlling him. His eyes were focused on his lover's face, basking in the pleased approval he saw in Mulder's expression and he didn't notice Mulder's other hand searching through the nearby drawer until he held it in front of him.

Green eyes stared at the leather strips, widening as realization dawned and he frantically shook his head in denial.

Mulder ignored him and laced the straps around his cock. That done, he leaned back on his heels and grinned. "Much better, now where was I?"

As he reached out to remove Alex's sweatshirt, Alex balked. Now would be the moment of reckoning. Mulder lifted the fabric, whispering words of endearment.

"Hey now, what's the matter babe? You're beautiful and you know it." He bent closer to tease the taut nipples.

Alex thought he felt Mulder freeze when he encountered the harness of the prosthesis- but the moment was gone before he could react. Mulder continued to lick and nip at his chest, alternating his attention between the two nipples before carefully removing the shirt completely.

With the sweatshirt no longer hindering his view of the other man, Alex stared hard at Mulder's face-- deciding there was no revulsion in his expression, he relaxed a little.

"Do you want this on?" Mulder asked, no inflection in his voice.

When the stump had been hidden, he'd felt equal; now that it was in plain view, he couldn't believe Mulder still wanted him. He shook his head, biting his tongue to stop himself from thanking the man. He'd been so sure this wouldn't last once Mulder had seen the wreck of his arm.

He felt a wave of tenderness roll through him as he watched Mulder carefully work on the straps of the harness- his face tense with concentration as he removed the false arm and set it aside carefully. Smiling shyly, he wondered if a cynic like himself could possibly feel an emotion like love.

He saw an expression resembling his own thoughts settle on Mulder's face before he was suddenly pulled close for an earth-shattering kiss.

Now confident that Mulder wouldn't shun his touch, Alex began to struggle with the older man's pants, relieved when Mulder removed them without breaking off the kiss. He ran his hand over the newly revealed flesh, lightly touching Mulder's rigid cock before moving to pull him closer, fingers roughly gripping into Mulder's firm ass. He relished the pain/pleasure in his own cock when Mulder's fingers brushed against it.

The need for air finally forced them apart and Mulder used the time to remove his shirt and wriggle down onto the floor before Alex again- to swallow the hard and weeping cock into his mouth.

Alex shook his head from side to side, his hand clutching at Mulder's shoulder, trying to pull him closer. He couldn't prevent himself from thrusting into that warm and welcoming mouth- but with his cock still restrained by the strips of leather, he couldn't get relief and finally broke his self-imposed silence. "Please Fox, let me come, please, please. I need you... God please, Fox." He heard himself babbling, reduced to shameless begging, sure he'd explode soon, if Mulder didn't show mercy.

He vaguely noticed his new lover using some lube to slick his fingers before his cock was sucked deep into Mulder's throat and a finger found its way into his ass. He groaned aloud when a second joined it. Mulder found his prostate with unerring accuracy and Alex cried out- sure he was going to die of ecstasy.

When Mulder again broke off all contact, he whimpered.

"Lay down onto your back, Alex."

Alex couldn't move fast enough to comply. He watched as Mulder prepared his own cock before crawling toward him on the bed. His mind was already hazy with the strength of his need and when he felt his legs being positioned on Mulder's shoulder's it hardly registered. Not until he felt the man pressing his cock into his ass did he start to notice what was going on. He felt his lover stop every so often, and took the time to adjust- impatient for more, but not daring to push the man above him.

Finally Mulder began to move. Thrusting in slowly and steadily increasing his speed until he was ramming into him.

He couldn't prevent the loud whine that escaped his lips when Mulder wrapped his hand around his cock. Then Mulder asked him an idiotic question. "You ready, babe?"

Alex's teeth were clenched tightly against the scream of need that threatened to break free.

Finally Alex saw Mulder reach down to loosen the tie from the restraints and give it a quick pull as he continued to push into him. "Mulder!" he cried out as his seed splattered against their stomachs.

While his body shuddered and tightened in aftershocks- Mulder yelled out his name as he came and collapsed on top of him. Alex wrapped his arm around Mulders back and closed his eyes, falling into an exhausted sleep.

Apartment 42 Bedroom 842pm

Mulder rolled over, relaxing only long enough to get his breath back. Knowing that they'd be painfully stuck together in the morning, he got up with a soft groan and went to fetch a towel.

Alex moaned but didn't awaken when Mulder cleaned them off. Mulder lay down again and fell asleep with Alex clutched close to him.

Mulder awoke with the instinctive knowledge that he was being watched. Alex still lay with his head resting on his chest, his arm curled over Mulder's stomach. Mulders eyes flew open at the sound of Cory's amused voice.

"Well, well, well. While I'm away, the Fox does play... with a rat." Cory drawled when he took in the scene.

That was when Alex awoke. He jerked away from Mulder and snarled at the intruder. "Who are you?"

Cory stood in the doorway, the features dimly outlined by the light of the living room lamp.

"I'm Cory Raines. I'm assuming you must be Alex Krycek. Unless there are more than two of us?" He looked to Mulder for a response.

Mulder growled irritably. "Be nice, Cory."

Mumbling an insincere apology, Cory approached the bed.

Mulder could feel the younger man trembling with suspicion as he watched Cory's approach warily. He rested a hand on Alex's hip, hoping to calm him. It was gratifying when Alex accepted his touch and moved closer to him again.

Now standing before the pair, Cory reached out a hand to brush back a lock of hair that fell into Alex's eye, a rather tender expression gracing his features. "Well, I can't find fault with your taste."

Alex pulled away from the uninvited caress and turned to Mulder, realization dawning in his eyes.

"You thought I was this guy. What the hell was I thinking? Like you could possibly want me." His movements were jerky as he attempted to get up. "I hope I measured up."

"Uh-uh-uh." Cory pushed Alex back against the headboard, one hand on his shoulder.

Alex's eyes were practically black with anger as he turned his glare onto Cory once again. "Let me go!"

Recognizing the disappointment and confusion in Alex's tone, Mulder finally understood what Scully had been warning him about. He couldn't let the Russian leave now, not without knowing the truth. Else-wise, he might never see the man again. "Don't leave me, Alex." Reaching out and taking hold of Alex's chin, he encouraged his ex-futurepartner to face him. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against Alex's.

He felt the young man melt into the kiss before stiffening against him and pulling away. "I need you." He promised him.

Alex sneered. "Sure, for whenever Cory isn't here." His arm was wrapped around his stomach protectively.

A jolt of regret shot through Mulder's gut and he glanced at Cory, unsure of what to do.

With just a tiny movement of his head, Cory let Mulder know he was with him in this.

"No way, man. There's nothing serious between Fox and me. We just enjoy each others company, whenever we're in the same town." Cory assured him.

"Sure. How long have you known each other?" Alex glared at them both alternately.

"I dunno, a few years?" Cory looked at Mulder and shrugged.

Remembering his trip to England and the trip back in time while he was there, Mulder nodded.

Cory grinned and Mulder knew he was recalling their first meeting- over 600 years ago. "He thought I was you until I convinced him I wasn't."

Mulder was relieved when he felt Alex begin to relax a bit and he began to rub the younger man's shoulder. "Would you like to hear about it?" He moved to press himself closer to Alex's back.

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