Requiem's Requiem, by Demi-X

Requiem's Requiem

by Demi-X

Rated: M

Author's Notes: For my Valentine. Events not actual to the episode, thank goodness.

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Mulder tossed his basketball into the air one final time, then held it still. He looked his superior in the eye and apologized for any trouble the assistant AD may have gotten into on his and Scully's account. Fortunately for Skinner, the powers that be had ceased holding him responsible for Mulder's actions years before.

Skinner replied to the apology by stating, "Fortunately, they think I make a contribution to the bureau."

After another short exchange of how Mulder could land a flying saucer on the White House lawn, the agent finally gave up trying to justify himself. Skinner was right, no matter what he did, no matter what proof he found, it would never be good enough. Mulder sighed his agreement to his boss's comments. He saw Skinner motion toward the door and in walked the last person he ever expected to see, especially after the way they had left things- Alex Krycek. The kiss and the Russian words for friend were still as fresh in Mulder's memories now, as when they had happened. The feelings that Krycek managed to invoke in Mulder scared him. Without even thinking, the agent jumped up and went after Krycek.

Luckily, Skinner stepped in between the two of them. (Lucky for who? That's what Mulder couldn't quite figure out.)

It was then that Mulder noticed Marita standing in the background, and he relaxed a bit. Marita, at least, he could trust. She had not steered him wrong yet, although why she would be with Krycek both puzzled and worried him. As quickly as it came on, a shard of jealousy sliced through Mulder's guts, and then left him. He didn't know what it was that had made him jealous; the fact that his informant was with his enemy or that said enemy was now teamed up with his informant. Mulder listened as Krycek spoke to him; he memorized his former partner's words, but he couldn't concentrate on them right away. He was too busy studying Krycek. Life, it seemed, had not been kind to Krycek lately, yet, the hard edge that had replaced the boyishly, handsome good looks of years ago seemed to fit with the Russian. His eyes were still that same irresistible light green, wide set and clear. Krycek wore his hair short and Mulder could see that it was darker than before. No matter the day, time or circumstance Alex Krycek was still a tall drink of water on a hot dry day. Mulder quashed the urges within himself and brought his wandering thoughts back to the trio.

So Cancerman was dying, and Krycek wanted to exact his revenge on the old geezer. Well, Mulder could live with that, so long as the proof Krycek promised was really there. Marita, it seemed, was playing the part of Krycek's white flag in calling the truce. Mulder decided that maybe Krycek was actually once more telling the truth just like the last time. Once again, Mulder felt the pressure of Krycek's lips on his cheek, mere millimeters away from his mouth.

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Alex took a drink of cola from the disposable cup and set it down. He'd explained as best he could about the ship in the woods, but he could see that Scully, arms crossed defensively over her flat chest, was still playing the roll of Mulder's loyal skeptic; she wasn't buying anything he said, which meant that neither would Mulder.

Shit, thought Alex as the three geeks Mulder referred to as Gunmen babbled on about JPLs and satellite imaging. Tired of the entire scenario, of not being believed all over again, Alex snapped. "Listen, it is not going to be there forever."

Finally having heard enough, Marita cut in with a sensible, "As we all stand here talking it's rebuilding itself."

That statement, Alex could tell by the looks on the others' faces, all in the room believed, except Scully, who'd had enough and stalked out of the room. Mulder cast Alex a quick glance, which he returned and then followed his partner. Alex sighed and scrubbed at the back of his head. He stepped away from the table and went over to the artwork on Skinner's office walls and studied it. The three gunmen closed ranks around Marita and Skinner, cutting off the Russian from their brainstorming. As usual, Alex was the outsider, but it didn't matter, he was used to that. Instead, he turned his thought to Mulder.

Instinct had told him not to come in person to tell the agent about the ship - that Marita would have a much easier time selling their information. For the first time in a long while, Alex's heart had won out over common sense. The desire to see Mulder again was just too great. The agent never truly knew how much it had hurt Alex to betray him the way he had in the beginning. Alex had been fighting for his life then - to go against an order would have meant signing his own execution order. So he had done what he was told and with great remorse crushed Mulder's lively spirit with death and hallucinogenic drugs. Alex knew Mulder would never truly forgive him, but he had been relieved of some of his heavy burden of guilt when Mulder saved the faceless alien soldier held captive at the Wiekamp base. The Russian's thoughts of Mulder and himself wandered lazily over what could have been, lingering longingly on what they could have had together, both professionally and personally.

Alex was pulled back from his profound regret into the moment by the voices behind the door. He could hear the two partners arguing softly - about what, Alex could only guess. Mulder wouldn't want to risk Saint Dana's safety to the big bad aliens. Alex made a derisive noise in his throat, briefly calling the attention of Skinner and Covarrubias, who glanced back at him, then turned away. Then, the gunmen turned and walked in a row – reminding Alex of the dwarfs returning from the gem mines – out of the office. Skinner and Marita turned and followed the three out of the open door. Mulder was alone out there now, and when the other two passed the threshold, Mulder stepped back into the large office, shut and locked the door behind himself.

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"Alone in a roomful of people, Krycek?" Mulder gave a lopsided smile to Alex's back. "You're still predictable."

Alex turned around and deflected the observation by saying, "I shouldn't have come Mulder." He shook his head, "No one here believes me. It's Marita who brings credence to our claims."

"Then why did you come?" Mulder asked, taking a few steps closer to his former partner.

"Because I wanted to see you again," admitted Alex, in a low, husky voice. He turned away from a painting of the American flag and faced his former partner and friend.

"Oh?" Mulder seemed surprised by the admission.

"I've spent the last eighteen months in a Tunisian prison, Mulder." Alex gave the other man a tiny, half-hearted smile. "Doing time like that gives one a certain clarity." He removed his expensive jacket and draped it casually over the back of a chair. "In fact, you have nothing to do but think about stuff. I always wanted to help you Mulder, I just did it in the worst ways possible. I was hoping that by coming to you today with this information that you would…"

"What?" Mulder cut in angrily, "Forgive you for the past?"

Alex shook his head, "No, not forgive, I don't deserve forgiveness, and never will. But I was hoping that at least we could start again. This time, start off our relationship… uhm, partnership," amended Alex quickly, "Again, this time without the deceit. Marita knows everything I know; I thought that by bringing her here, you would see that I was sincere in wanting to help you."

"Oh, I dont doubt your sincerity, Alex." Mulder said Alex's name sarcastically. It's the validity of your claims that I'm doubting right now." Mulder loosened his tie, the garment suddenly tight around his neck.

"So you don't believe Marita either?" retorted Alex, incredulous. "I should have known. Scully really has brainwashed you into not believing. Fine, you've got the information; it's up to you what you do with it."

He made a grab for his jacket, intending on leaving, but Mulder clamped his fist tightly around Krycek's wrist, stopping him mid-motion.

"Don't bring Scully into this you shit." He pulled Alex hard by the wrist hard toward himself and then grabbed the other, restraining him. "Why did you really come back?" pressed Mulder in a harsh voice. "Was it for this?"

Mulder yanked Alex forward and planted a brutal, crushing kiss upon the Russian's lips. Soft and pliant, the mouth below Mulder's initially resisted, then complied without further hesitation. Alex pulled his arms out of Mulder's grasp and wrapped them around his neck, pulling the agent into a more impassioned kiss. Mulder wrapped his left arm around Alex's waist and swept the debris from the late night dinner that littered the table to the floor at the same time. Then he silently directed Alex backwards until he was lying on the cleared spot on top of the table. Mulder broke away then and stared down into Alex's passionate green eyes. Both men were breathing heavily, their lust for each other evident. Alex blinked once, then twice but said nothing, and it was then that Mulder gave the man below him a small, lust filled smile.

Bending down, Mulder kissed Alex again, this time with less desperation, instead he took his time memorizing Alex's lush mouth. He used his right hand to unbutton Alex's shirt and still kept his left arm in place, cradling Alex's head, protecting it from the hardness of the table. Despite having both hands free, Alex used only his right and started to undo the buttons of Mulder's soft grey dress shirt. He kept his prosthetic left arm close to his side. Buttons undone, Mulder now moved onto the belt buckle, pants button and zipper, mirrored by Alex; neither broke out of the kiss while completing their maneuvers. Once the garments were sufficiently opened Mulder pushed Alex farther up the table and then lay directly on top of him.

With no condoms or lubricant at their disposal, sex was out of the question, but there were still things they could do. And Mulder knew just what he wanted. He broke the extended kiss off and used both hands to pull Alex's pants and shorts down, exposing his generous erection. Alex mmmmed in encouragement and Mulder quickly pulled down his pants and covered Alex again, leaving just enough room for his hand. Mulder squeezed their cocks together within his fist and began to slowly pump up and down, occasionally drawing in their natural fluids to act as a lubricant. Needing something of his own to do, Alex rubbed his hand over Mulder's chest, pinching sex-tightened nipples gently, then brought it up and under Mulder's shirt to gently stroke his fingers over Mulder's smooth back.

Unable to resist, Mulder planted a soft kiss on Alex and gently pried his mouth open. Using their tongues as a gauge, Mulder quickly sped up his ministrations, drawing up their own bodies' natural fluids to act as a lubricant. Within seconds, Mulder had brought Alex off, then followed himself a second or two later.

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After as the men dressed they discussed the situation.

"I think I should go to Oregon with you." Alex said, somewhat worried. "I don't trust Cancerman's information completely. This could be a trap meant for me."

"Or he wanted me to know about the ship and knew you and Marita would come to me. It doesn't matter, though. I'm going anyway."

"Okay," conceded Alex.

"But I don't think its a very good idea that you go with me." Mulder smiled at Alex's dejected look. "We might never get out of the hotel room in time," he said. "I'd think Skinner might be a better choice, less of a temptation."

Alex nodded; he knew that despite their new found relationship, Mulder was not ready to trust him completely. That was fine, Alex knew that if he worked hard enough, someday he'd have that trust back.

"Why don't we meet in New York when I get back?" Mulder asked. "We can pick up where we left off." With that, stepped forward and drew Alex into a tight embrace. Each man hugged the other hard then they mutually broke apart.

"New York in one week," confirmed Alex, pulling his coat on. He walked to the door and turned around, taking one last look at his lover. "I'll see you then."

"I promise I'll be there, Alex." This time there was no sarcasm in Mulder's voice when he used the Russians given name.

The End

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