Rating: NC-17 for bad language and m/m sex.

WARNING: Rape scene. Orithain may be reached at orithain69@sympatico.ca
Nicole at nicxf@softhome.net

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, they belong to Chris Carter, 1013
Productions and Fox. Please don't sue us.

Warning: Unconsentual sex along with general Nazi nastiness.

Comments: Te puts images of a certain someone wearing jackboots into our heads
and what are we supposed to do? Just sit there? This is for her. (You challenged
and we responded, Te! )

Interrogation

by Nicole S and Orithain

Fox Mulder was scared. He had never been so scared in his life. Even when his
plane was going down in flames last week, he never thought he would end up like
this. He was naked and chained in a cell at SS Headquarters. No food or water for
three days. No one came to see him or check on him. He was cold and tired; the
chains made it hard for him to sleep.

//They're trying to break me, I know it. They're trying to wear me down. I won't
let that happen.// He hummed the Star Spangled Banner, Yankee Doodle Dandy, songs
from the Hit Parade, anything to keep him focused. He was an American, and they
wouldn't break him.

Suddenly, the door swung open. Mulder looked up to see a tall man step through
it. He was wearing the black uniform of the SS. The iron cross at his neck was
black, encrusted with diamonds. The eagle on his hat, holding the wreath with the
swastika inside, gleamed in the dim light. A swastika armband encircled his left
bicep. His black jackboots were so shiny, Mulder could see his face in them. The
officer looked down at the quivering form of Mulder on the floor as the door
swung shut with a loud clang.

"Lt. Mulder. How nice to finally meet you in person. I am Commandant Krycek." The
officer bent down to get a closer look at his captive. Those hazel eyes showed
defiance. He stood back up to his full height for a minute before producing a
key. He bent again and began unlocking Mulder's shackles.

Mulder rubbed his wrists and ankles, which were red and swollen. The metal had
cut into his flesh, leaving a scar around each limb.

"How are you enjoying your stay with us? You are getting special treatment, you
know. The other prisoners don't have the luxury of having a roof over their
heads. Being winter, you should be grateful." Krycek stood to put the key back
inside a pocket. He then knelt down beside his captive again, his green eyes
narrowed, mouth twisted into a smirk.

"Lt. Mulder, you have some information that I want. And you are going to give it
to me. What I want to know, Lt. Mulder, is what your Air Force has planned for
us? Bombing raids, when and where?"

Mulder was silent.

Krycek put a boot on top of the welt on Mulder's ankle and pressed down, gaining
a groan of pain from the other man. "Come come, Lt. Mulder. I know that you know
this information. You would not be here if you didn't." He pressed down on
Mulder's ankle, making him howl with pain. Krycek sighed and stopped pressing on
his ankle.

"F-F-Fox Mulder, Lieutenant, United States Air Force, 15769823," Mulder
sputtered.

Krycek looked at him with contempt. "The Geneva Convention does not apply here."

"Fox Mulder, Lieutenant, United States Air Force, 15769823," Mulder said again,
this time more strongly.

"Mulder, Mulder, what kind of name is that anyway? Huh? You Americans are all
impure. You reproduce with whomever you choose, creating mutts like dogs."

Mulder spat at the man before him. "Fuck you."

Krycek's face started to turn red. "You want to play games with me? I'll play
games, little man."

His hand came up and down hard as he slashed Mulder across the cheek with his
riding crop. Mulder howled once again as the crop left a bloody wound across his
cheek. Krycek then continued to smack Mulder all over his body with the riding
crop, leaving bruises and cuts.

"Fox Mulder, Lieutenant, United States Air Force, 15769823," Mulder said shakily.

"You are starting to bore me."

"Fox Mulder, Lieutenant, United States Air Force, 15769823."

Krycek looked down at Mulder's bleeding cheek. The blood was starting to run down
his chin and leave crimson droplets on the floor. He sucked in his breath. The
blood was so red. He brought Mulder to his feet, staring at the blood, before
moving in and licking up the trail with the tip of his tongue.

"Fox Mulder, Lieutenant, Unitedá" Mulder sucked in his breath in shock. What the
hell was he doing?

Krycek continued to lap up the blood, a small moan escaping his lips. His eyes
were closed, and he was practically purring. He held Mulder by the shoulders,
sucking on his chin, getting every last drop. When the blood stopped flowing,
Krycek leaned back, licking his lips.

"What are you, some kind of vampire?"

"Hmph." Krycek's eyes gleamed an icy green. "Are you going to tell me, Lt.
Mulder, what I need to know? Hmmm??" He caressed the wounded cheek with his
leather-gloved hand.

Mulder continued repeating his name, rank and serial number.

Krycek sighed. "If you won't tell me what I want to know, I'll find a better use
for that mouth."

Mulder stopped speaking as he had temporarily lost the ability. He stared at the
Nazi, terrified by the lust he saw in his eyes. He winced as Krycek started
caressing him with the riding crop, following the contours of his body. The
noticeable bulge in the crisp, black SS uniform pressed into his leg. Mulder
closed his eyes and used all his willpower to keep from screaming. //This can't
be happening, this can't be happening.//

Suddenly, Krycek stopped what he was doing and looked down. It seemed that some
of Mulder's blood had marred the shine on his perfect boots. He pushed Mulder
down on all fours. "Clean up your mess." He pointed to his boots.

"What?" Mulder looked at the drops of blood on the shiny black leather. "N- n-no,
I won't do it. I can't do it."

"What do you mean, you *won't'*? Do it. Now."

"I can't."

Krycek's face turned red. "You will!" He smacked Mulder across the buttocks with
his riding crop, bringing a fresh bout of welts. "Do it!" he screamed.

Mulder could feel the welts rising on his skin. The pain was incredible. Slowly,
he bent forward, bringing his face down to the Commandant's boots. He was almost
gagging, he couldn't do it. He hovered above the shiny black leather. Suddenly,
the riding crop smacked him again, this time across his back. He let out a cry as
he bent his head to try again. He lapped at the boots once with his tongue,
shuddering at the taste of his own blood. He pulled away with a cry of disgust,
shaking.

A smile crossed Krycek's face. He loved it when prisoners were forced to submit.
But this was just the beginning for Lt. Mulder. He had grand plans for him.
Krycek stepped back and undressed quickly. He stood before Mulder again, this
time wearing only his boots and his hat.

"Stay where you are, Lt. Mulder," he said softly. "Do not move." Krycek ran the
riding crop over Mulder's body again, over the welts on his back and buttocks
then down. He could hear Mulder suck in his breath as he ran the crop between the
American's ass cheeks. He paid special attention to that area, rubbing the end of
it against the ring of muscle there.

Mulder didn't know whether to moan or cry. He bit his lip to keep from doing
either.

"Finish cleaning my boots." Krycek said, slapping him lightly on the ass to
reiterate the obvious punishment if he did not.

Shaking, Mulder bent his head and lapped up the smooth, shiny leather. First one
boot, then the other. He breathed a sigh of relief as he ran his tongue around
the top of the second boot. Finished, he sat back, finally able to breathe.

"Keep going."

Mulder looked up in disbelief. "What?"

"Keep going." The crop came up to threaten the man below him.

He looked at the German without comprehension.

"Clean *me* now."

He looked at the Nazi in horror. His stomach turned as he realized what he wanted
him to do.

"I said *now*"

"I *can't*. Please," he whimpered.

Krycek pressed the tip of his crop inside Mulder warningly.

Shaking violently, Mulder returned his tongue to Krycek's legs. This time above
the shiny leather. He ran his tongue up the skin, tasting him, wanting to spit
the taste out of his mouth. When he got to the thigh, he switched to the other
leg, returning to just above the top of the boot.

"Higher!" Krycek demanded.

Mulder moaned faintly, praying he would just kill him, instead of making him do
this. Suddenly, the crop came up again to threaten him. Mulder raised his arms to
block its blow. Instead the crop caressed his chin and brought his face up to
meet the German's gaze.

"Your face is too pretty for such scars."

Mulder could feel tears well up in his eyes.

"Now. Higher!"

"No! You can kill me, but I won't do it!"

"Oh, I won't kill you, my pretty American. But I will throw you in with the
criminals. What do you think they will do to you? You will be the popular one,
for certain."

Mulder's mouth opened and closed as he realized that being raped by one man was
better than by a dozen. He forced himself to move closer to the Commandant,
almost sobbing as his tongue came into contact with the hot flesh again. He could
smell the musk of the other man's arousal. He licked up to where thigh met groin.
Krycek let out a small moan as Mulder slowly moved up to where the dark, curly
hair was. He swallowed the lump down in his throat as his tongue made its way up
to the Nazi's heavy sac.

"Suck me!" the German ordered, not touching him, preferring to force him to do it
on his own.

Mulder tried, licking tentatively, gagging at the taste.

"I said suck, not lick. Don't you know the difference?" He raised his crop at
Mulder again. "Fucking American dogs, so stupid," he muttered under his breath.

Mulder swallowed a moan, trying not to let the Commandant see just how much this
was upsetting him. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Reluctantly, Mulder
took the tip of the man's cock in his mouth. Tears welled up in his eyes as he
started to suck on the fragile skin. He contemplated biting down, but knew that
if he did, he would never get out alive. Despite everything, he still hadn't
given up hope of surviving this ordeal.

Krycek started to thrust into his mouth, forcing him to take the cock deep into
his throat. He closed his eyes and moaned as he started to fuck Mulder's mouth.

Mulder started to gag, but Krycek didn't move away. He managed to relax his
throat muscles before he choked.

"That's it. Suck it down." Krycek grabbed a handful of Mulder's hair and pulled
hard as he came into the American's mouth.

Tears streamed down Mulder's face as he pulled back. He spit Krycek's come on the
floor in the corner, unable to swallow the bitter liquid. He gagged, then started
to choke.

Krycek hit him, knocking him flat on the floor. Staring at the American at his
feet, Krycek decided to make it far worse for him. The Commandant dropped down,
straddling Mulder, reaching out to take his cock into his hand. He was going to
make Mulder participate and enjoy it.

He stroked the limp cock, gripping it warningly when Mulder tried to pull away.
Mulder was horrified to feel himself begin to harden. The nazi couldn't resist
and reached out and pinched one of Mulder's nipples. Mulder couldn't prevent a
cry of unwilling pleasure from escaping him.

Krycek leaned down, taking Mulder's erection in his mouth. He loved to do this.

//I can't do this, I can't do this.// Mulder thought to himself. //But it feels
so good.//

Krycek swirled his tongue over the head, gaining another moan from Mulder who
arched up into his mouth. He barely prevented himself from begging for more.
Mulder was caught between the pleasure of and the disgust of Krycek sucking his
cock.

Krycek was hard again by now, aroused by the sight of the beautiful American
writhing under him. He wanted to put that hardness to good use, but he wanted
Mulder willing. Taking two fingers, he sucked on them for a minute, coating them
with saliva. Reaching down, he inserted one, then another into Mulder's tight
opening, stretching him quickly.

Mulder bit his lip and held still, using all his strength not to thrust those
fingers deeper into him. Suddenly, he was on all fours, and the Nazi was quickly
entering him, stretching him farther and farther apart. Mulder cried out at the
pain, but there was pleasure as well.

Krycek slammed into Mulder, his balls slapping against the American's ass. And
what a sweet ass it was. So tight, so hot. He reached over and took hold of
Mulder's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

Mulder moaned, he could feel that he was going to come. How could he be enjoying
this? This man was his enemy, his captor, his rapist. The thoughts fell from his
mind as his creamy fluid shot out of his cock onto the stained concrete below.
Finally, he couldn't hold back a cry of pleasure.

Krycek grinned in triumph and slammed into him one more time. He let out a cry of
his own as he came deeply into the American's ass. He pulled away from Mulder,
who curled up into a ball of misery on the floor.

Krycek dressed quickly and started to leave the cell. He stopped at the door to
look back at the shivering man.

"I hope you choose not to answer my questions again tomorrow." He laughed to
himself as the door closed again with a loud clang, leaving Mulder to sob quietly
to himself on the floor.

THE END Rating: NC-17 for bad language and m/m sex. Orithain may be reached at
orithain@aol.com Nicole at oscar204@aol.com

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: They don't belong to us, they belong to Chris Carter, 1013
Productions and Fox. Please don't sue us.

***Warning: Nonconsensual sex along with general Nazi nastiness.***

Comments: Te said there wasn't enough foreplay in part one. We're making up for
that fact here. But if you like our usual schmoop, you're not going to find it in
this series. So don't say we didn't warn you.

Interrogation II

by Nicole S and Orithain

Fox Mulder was still scared. Not to mention tired, cold, and his ass was
incredibly sore. He tried to curl up into a ball in his cell, but the chains
prevented him from doing so. He groaned in pain as they cut deeper into his
wrists and ankles. They moved him to another cell this morning; it was quieter
here at the end of the hallway. He could sleep a little. But it was so cold, and
they hadn't given him a blanket. He shivered constantly, trying to generate some
warmth by moving as much as possible in the chains they had put back on him after
Krycek left him the day before.

He sniffed a tear away as he thought about what happened yesterday. How the hell
could he have had an orgasm with that Nazi pig? How could he find pleasure in
such a despicable act? He tried to throw up afterward, but he had not eaten in
four days. This happened every time he thought about what he had done with the
Nazi. He didn't know if the memories or the dry heaves hurt more.

He started to convulse again, the chains pulling tight as he choked and fought
back the bile that wouldn't come. He had to calm down, had to remain in control,
had to keep the faith. Someone would come and rescue him, he was an American
dammit! They couldn't treat him this way. "They can't treat me this way," he
whispered as another tear slid down his cheek.

***

Sturmbahnfuehrer Krycek looked in the mirror and straightened his uniform. He
loved how the starchy, black material complimented his skin tone. Black was his
color. He fiddled with his Knights Cross of Iron around his neck. It was hard to
keep straight as it was so heavy. It took patience and time to get it right. He
had little of either.

He did not receive the highest honor in the Third Reich by being patient. Three
years on the Eastern Front, being a good soldier is what got you medals here, not
ass kissing and politics. Krycek smiled to himself as he thought of his proudest
moment. He led the advance on Kharkov, killing hundreds in various painful ways.
He had been decorated three times before that for other battles along the Front.
One time he and a Panzer Division wiped out a whole village. They killed
everyone, save for the young men whom they tortured for five days then killed
anyway. The Eastern Front was no picnic. The fourth time he was decorated, it was
here in Berlin by the Fuehrer himself. That's when the SS took note of his
interrogation techniques and made him the offer. His Uberbahnfuehrer at that time
was quite proud of young Krycek. He would sit back and smoke cigarette after
cigarette while watching Krycek hone his craft. Unfortunately, in war, all must
die, including his smoking colleague. A shot in the temple by a British weapon
was all it took, sometimes.

Now he had Lt. Mulder to keep him busy. //He will talk. He will submit. And if he
does not talk, he will submit again and again.// A laugh escaped his lips as he
pulled on the large black hat. The skull and crossbones that decorated it below
the eagle and swastika shone brilliantly in the light.

"Welcome to hell, Lt. Mulder. I am the Devil. And you will be worshipping at my
feet before I'm done with you." He laughed again as he stepped away from his
mirror and gave himself a final look before leaving his quarters.

***

Mulder looked up, eyes wide as the door swung open. The walls and door were so
thick that he could not hear them come down the hallway. At any minute, such as
this particular one, someone could walk through the door. Mulder swallowed, his
mouth bone dry. It was him. He was wearing a long, leather trenchcoat over his
uniform. How Mulder wanted that coat. He was so cold, so tired.

Krycek bent down and looked at his captive. "How is my little dog today? Hmmm? My
little American mutt." He reached out and caressed the scab on Mulder's cheek
from his torture yesterday. "Are you ready to talk, my little dog? Or do you want
more of what happened yesterday?"

Mulder tried very hard to keep from heaving. He couldn't talk. He was horrified
to think of what happened yesterday.

"Tell me, Lt. Mulder. When are your allies planning their next bombing raid?
Where is it going to be? Berlin, Bonn, Hamburg? Where?" He saw the terror in
Mulder's eyes. Once again he reached out to touch the scab on his cheek with a
leather-gloved hand. "You will tell me these answers, Lt. Mulder," he whispered.

"Náná.no. I won't. You'll have to kill me first," Mulder croaked.

Kryek's eyes narrowed. This was not what he wanted to hear. "You *will*! Have you
not learned your lesson from yesterday? Hmm? Do you want *more* of the crop?"
Krycek brandished the riding crop to embellish his point.

"I won'táI won't betray my country."

"Fuck your country." Krycek drew up the riding crop and started beating Mulder
relentlessly. Mulder cried out in pain from each blow. Kycek made sure to reopen
many of Mulder's wounds from the previous whipping, watching the blood flow with
lust blazing in his cold green eyes. He stopped. He was panting as hard as
Mulder. Turning, he took off the gloves, then the heavy coat and hat and hung
them on one of the hooks on the wall.

"P-p-p-please," moaned Mulder.

Krycek's eyes narrowed again as he knelt before his captive. The blood was
flowing freely now from various wounds on his body. He bent over Mulder and once
again licked several of the lashmarks, lapping away the blood hungrily. As each
cut stopped bleeding, he repeated the process on another one, leaving only the
one on Mulder's face untouched. He didn't want that one to scar.

Mulder whimpered as he felt the Nazi's tongue run over his wounds. //Not again,
not again. No, not again.// He tried to remain calm but started bucking and
convulsing again.

Krycek stood back for a minute before producing the key to unchain Mulder from
his shackles. As he unlocked the last one, Mulder scurried to cower in a corner.
Krycek raised his eyebrows. //Yes, just like a little dog.// He was still hot. He
took off his jacket and the Iron Cross around his neck. Now was the time to make
his deal.

"Lt. Mulder, how would you like some food?"

Mulder looked over at the man towering above him. He was so hungry, just the
mention of food sent his stomach growling. "Food?"

Krycek's mouth twisted into a leer. "Yes, food. But this food is not free." He
knelt before Mulder again and started caressing his thigh. "All food must be
bought."

Mulder stared at Krycek in horror. //Did he just say what I thought he said?//
"No fucking way!"

Krycek looked at Mulder for a minute. His face growing red. "I don't believe you
have a choice." Krycek then left the cell.

"Oh god, please don't let him do this to me again," Mulder whimpered

Krycek came back a minute later with a small tray of food. "If you touch this, I
will draw and quarter you. We still do that, you know." Krycek let out a small
laugh before proceeding to get undressed. He stripped down and put his boots back
on before looking at Mulder again.

"Now. A piece of bread requires you to lick my boots. Both of them. You may begin
now."

Mulder looked up at the contempt in the Nazi's eyes. "Please don't make me do
that again."

"As I said, Lt. Mulder, you have no choice. Now, clean my boots."

Mulder knelt down and stuck his tongue out. He gagged once before applying it to
Krycek's boots. He licked one, then the other, choking down sobs the whole way.

"That's it, my little doggy, lick them clean." Krycek said. He had to admit, Lt.
Mulder was a very good prisoner. Always willing to do just what his captors
wanted him to - except talk - but that would change.

When Mulder had finished his job, Krycek handed him a piece of brown bread. It
was heavenly. A strong nutty flavor, moist, the best bread he had ever tasted.
Mulder ensured to take small bites as his stomach might not be able to handle
large pieces after having nothing in it for days.

Krycek waited until Mulder was finished before tilting his head up with the
riding crop. He noticed how his hazel eyes had flecks of gold in them. "You must
be thirsty after that bread. You may clean my legs with your tongue for a sip of
water."

Mulders' mouth opened and closed, but then his eyes dropped in defeat. He rose to
his knees and put his hands on the back of Krycek's legs. If nothing else, being
close to this Nazi pig gave him some warmth. One after the other, Mulder licked
up the legs before him, stopping at the crease where leg met thigh, as he did
yesterday.

"That was very good. You may now have your water." Krycek handed Mulder a small
tin cup, filled to the brim with cool, clean water.

Mulder took the cup carefully, so as not to spill even a single drop, and drank
the water down, hoping to rinse the taste of Krycek from his mouth.

He handed the cup back to Krycek. Finally, food and water. How long had it been?
Would it be enough to sustain him, or would it just be enough to keep him alive
to have them torture him until the end of the war? Whenever that would be.

"This is a small bowl of broth." Krycek pointed to an object on the tray. "It's
not much, but it's better than the other prisoners are getting. I would like you
to stand and lick my nipples. I want you to do a good job too. When I am
satisfied, you may have the broth."

Mulder stood up, Krycek helping him to his feet. They were face to face. He was
about 2" shorter than the other man, which Mulder attributed to the boots. He was
not that old either, 32, 35 at the most. His green eyes were like emeralds,
almost glowing. They might have been kind eyes at one time but now showed the
ravages of war, hard and cold like ice. Mulder bent down and put his arms around
his captor; Krycek was so warm. He began licking one brown, flat nipple, bringing
it to a hard peak.

Krycek closed his eyes and sighed. Oh, this felt good. He wove his hand through
Mulder's hair, bringing his head over to his other nipple. Mulder tugged on it
with his teeth, nipping at the hairs that surrounded it. Krycek could feel
himself start to harden. His cock ached to be touched. Finally, he brought
Mulder's head away from his chest.

"That was very good, Lt. Mulder. You may now have the broth." He handed the tin
bowl to Mulder, who started drinking it down slowly, his hazel eyes locked on his
own. When Mulder was done, he took the bowl from him and replaced it on the tray.

Krycek smiled. "I have something here that not too many people have, Lt. Mulder.
I have an orange. The whole thing is yours if you suck my cock. What do you say?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Yes. I can chain you up again, and you can watch *me* eat the orange."

Mulder licked his lips. He wanted that orange.

"Have you ever known someone to die of scurvy, Lt. Mulder? All your insides turn
to jelly, the tissue disintegrates, it's quite messy. On the eastern front,
scurvy is rampant. I will not bore you with tales of death and disintegration
right now, however. What's it going to be?"

Mulder nodded his head.

"I'm glad. Now. Suck my cock."

Mulder knelt before the man and steadied himself for a minute before taking a
deep breath. He pulled Krycek's foreskin back, showing a purple headed cock. It
was very hard. Mulder licked the tip, bringing a shudder from above. He could
smell the other man's musk, feeling with horror his own cock react to it. Licking
the underside of the head, his lips closed around it. Applying steady suction, he
took in another inch, then another, forcing himself to relax his throat muscles.
His own cock was starting to throb. How could this be turning him on? How could
his own body betray him like this? He continued to suck on the Nazi's cock,
swirling his tongue around and around, gaining satisfied sighs from above.

Krycek sucked in his breath. How he loved this man's mouth. He knew exactly what
to do with his tongue as well. It didn't take long for Krycek to start moaning
and bucking, fucking Mulder's mouth. Finally, with a grunt, he came, emptying
himself down Mulder's throat. When Mulder finished swallowing, he brought him up
for a kiss. He needed to taste himself in the other man's mouth.

Mulder pulled away, his hazel eyes filled with confusion. //What the hell was
that?//

Krycek just smirked at him before turning away for a minute. When he turned back,
he had the orange in his hand. He started peeling the orange, looking over at
Mulder, noticing his erection.

"You have paid well for this morsel, Lieutenant."

Mulder's mouth watered as he smelled the zest of the orange release its tart
scent.

Krycek decided to take his time peeling the orange and dividing it into sections.
The perfect flesh glistened. Krycek took one of the sections and pressed it
against Mulder's lips. The mouth opened and took it inside. Section after section
was fed to Mulder this way.

Mulder was in bliss. How could a thing like an orange be so sensual? He closed
his eyes as another section of orange was pressed against his lips. Not only did
he take the succulent bit of orange but the fingers that held it inside his
mouth, sucking on them, licking them. God, what was he doing? Was this real?

A shiver ran up Krycek's spine. He was starting to harden again. Just the look of
Mulder, holding onto his wrist, licking the juice from his fingers was enough to
bring a silent moan to his lips.

"That's good, lick it all up, get every last drop."

When Mulder was done with the orange, Krycek kissed him again. His tongue
explored the other man's mouth, tasting the sweet acidity of the orange. He
noticed that Mulder had relaxed somewhat. He kissed him some more, his hands
caressing the prisoner's back. Krycek moved in to rub his crotch against Mulder,
letting their erections touch. A moan entered his mouth from the one before him.
That was just what he wanted to hear.

A shockwave ran through Mulder. Did he just moan? Why was this particular man
making him so hard? Suddenly, Krycek pulled away. Mulder suppressed the whimper
that formed on his lips. A gasp was let out instead as Krycek started to kiss
down his neck and down, latching on to a nipple. Mulder released another moan. Oh
god, this felt so good. How could this be? How could he get pleasure from a Nazi
who, by the looks of the decorations on his uniform, had killed many. He was SS
for Christ's sake!

Krycek was rock hard. The smell and taste of this man was like nothing he had
smelled or tasted before. He forced himself to pull away and look at Mulder. His
lips were swollen from the kissing, as well as passion. He stroked the side of
his face with his hand before stepping away and laying his coat on the floor. He
then lay flat on his back, hands behind his head, bringing Mulder down to crouch
beside him.

"How would you like a blanket?"

Mulder's eyebrows rose. "How?" Mulder couldn't imagine what more the Nazi could
want from him.

"There is one thing yet to do, Lieutenant. For that, you may have a blanket. Come
here. I want you to kneel over me, straddling my waist." Krycek knew that this
was risky, but Mulder was weak from lack of food, and he wasn't a fool. The
American knew he couldn't escape, so Krycek was willing to gamble for the
resulting pleasure.

Mulder obeyed his captor but at the same time, tried to keep his ass from making
contact with the German. No luck, Krycek forced him to sit down on his haunches,
bringing his ass into the cradle of Krycek's pelvis. Mulder sat frozen, afraid to
move, until Krycek's hand behind his neck forced him to bend forward to meet the
other man's kiss. The position made it easy for Krycek to slide his other hand
over the American's ass.

He stroked one finger lightly over the tight ring of muscle, his hand on Mulder's
neck holding him down when he jumped at the sensation. Krycek gradually worked
three fingers inside Mulder, one after the other, making the other man whimper
with pleasure at the sensation. Finally, when Mulder was thrusting uncontrollably
back on those fingers, unable to stop himself despite his horror, Krycek pulled
out of him.

Mulder whimpered in protest before he realized what he was doing. He was so close
to coming, his cock dripping with pre-cum.

"If you want more," Krycek whispered, "you have to take me inside you." Mulder
stared at him blankly, his hips still moving involuntarily.

Krycek tilted his pelvis suggestively, brushing his cock against Mulder's ass.
Mulder's eyes widened as he realized what Krycek wanted him to do.

"No!"

Krycek just laughed, stroking Mulder's cock and balls, keeping him on the brink.
He kept playing with the American's body until the other man was nearly
screaming, desperate to come. Every so often he stroked the yearning hole, never
going inside despite Mulder's frantic movements. "Take me into you," he repeated,
holding his cock steady to make it easier for the American...this time.

Finally, tears running down his face, Mulder shifted back until the cock pressed
against his entrance. He closed his eyes, unable to look at Krycek at this
moment, and forced himself down on it in one long, slow glide.

Krycek waited until he was nearly all the way inside Mulder before catching his
hips and slamming him down while he thrust upward. Mulder screamed when Krycek's
cock hit his prostate, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Krycek forced himself to lie
still, making Mulder do all the work. When he was close, he started to thrust
into Mulder's ass and stroke his cock in the same rhythm.

Mulder started sweating in the damp cold of the cell. This felt so good, so good.
Oh god, how could this feel so good? Coherent thought was ripped from Mulder's
mind as his orgasm traveled through his body. His eyes fluttered closed for a
second as the bright light shone brightly from behind his eyelids. His body felt
as if it was being turned inside out, and a raw moan escaped his throat. He
wanted to collapse on top of the other man, but he couldn't bring himself to do
it, couldn't show him he enjoyed it that much.

Krycek thrust his hips up one, two, three times, then he was done. A grimace
crossed his face as he came into the American with a cry. He breathed hard, his
breath steaming in the rapidly cooling air of the cell. He looked up at Mulder,
who was breathing heavy as well.

Mulder disengaged himself from the German and crept backwards until his back was
against the wall. He felt so dirty, so used. Yet he had this tingling passion
running though his body from the orgasm.

"That was very nice, Lt. Mulder. Unfortunately, you are not done, quite yet."

Mulder looked at the man as if he was crazy. What more could he put him through?
How much was he to endure?

"You may lick me clean, then it is finished."

Mulder's mouth opened. Lick him clean? Of his own cum? He stifled a gag, not
wanting to lose the food he just ate. Who knew how long it would be before he ate
again.

"Come here, Lt. Mulder, let's have that sweet mouth of yours do some good."
Krycek grabbed Mulder by the wrist, gaining a cry from the other man when he
squeezed his welt.

Mulder knelt over Krycek and started lapping up the cum. The absence of food for
a few days had afforded him very little cum. He licked along the Nazi's stomach
and chest, over his nipples and up to his chin, getting every last speck.
Suddenly, the German pushed him away and stood up.

Krycek dressed quickly. The guards would be coming down the hallway any minute
for the rounds. He couldn't be caught naked with another man. No matter what his
rank and decorations, homosexuality was not tolerated in the Third Reich. He
would rather die than sew a pink triangle on his clothes and be treated as one of
the impure. Collecting the tray, he opened the cell door. Bending down, he picked
up a thin blanket from the floor outside, tossing it over Mulder. He left without
a word, leaving Mulder to clutch his reward around himself while he tried to hold
back his sobs.

END

X-Files M/K An AU in another time

Rating: NC-17 for bad language and m/m sex.

Series/Sequel: Sequel to Interrogation I & II Orithain may be reached at
orithain@aol.com Nicole at oscar204@aol.com

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: They don't belong to us, they belong to Chris Carter, 1013
Productions and Fox. Please don't sue us.

****Warning: Nonconsensual sex along with general Nazi nastiness.****

Comments: If you like our usual schmoop, you're not going to find it in this
series. This is pretty heavy stuff, don't say we didn't warn you.

Interrogation III: Twist of Fate

by Nicole S and Orithain

Fox Mulder had been in custody for just over two weeks now. Shot down behind
enemy lines, he was a prisoner at SS headquarters. Every day he was interrogated;
every day he kept his mouth shut. Every day he was forced to perform sexual acts
on Commandant Krycek; every day he enjoyed it a little bit more.

The shackles and chains that bound him had built up welts, bruises and scabs
along his wrists and ankles. He was still chained every day after the Commandant
left him naked and trembling from another session. This was made a little more
bearable by a cot and a blanket. For being such a good cocksucker, he was granted
food, once a day, in the morning.

Krycek still beat him relentlessly, trying to get Mulder to tell him about the
bombing raids, but he could not. He would never tell him. If he did, the beatings
and sex would stop. He did not want to lose the human contact of Krycek's body.
It made this incarceration bearable.

The heavy door to the cell swung open with its familiar clang. It was one of the
guards bringing his daily meal of bread, water and a weak broth. He set the tray
down on the shelf that jutted out of the wall and proceeded to unshackle Mulder.

"Don't try anything, Lt. Mulder. There is another guard outside that will shoot
you in your pretty little face if you do."

The guard put the tray on the cot beside Mulder. Mulder remained silent, rubbing
his wrists and ankles, pins and needles shooting through his feet and hands.

The guard lingered. He was to watch him eat then take the tray, lest Mulder
ambush the Commandant with it later.

Mulder started to eat the food quickly. He knew from past experience that if the
guard was ready to go and the food was not eaten, it would be taken away.
Hungrily, he chewed the meager slice of bread, alternating with sips from the
broth and water.

"You are lucky, Lt. Mulder, to be a special prisoner of the Third Reich."

Mulder looked up at the guard over his bowl of broth. He remained silent, but the
guard continued.

"For such a pretty boy, you would be dead for sure in the camps. Or raped. We do
not tolerate impurities like homosexuality here. A firing squad would be a fit
punishment for the likes of people like that. In the kidneys or bowels. A nice,
slow death. From the Private in the trenches to the Fuehrer, it is not tolerated.
Ever. That is why they get the pink triangle. To single them out."

Mulder shoved the last piece of bread in his mouth and washed it down with the
tiny sip of water that remained in the tin cup. He still said nothing.

The guard picked up the tray and put it on the shelf. He kept an eye on Mulder as
he turned to re-shackle him. Mulder was already lying down on his cot, blanket
over him, arms over his head, feet stretched out, awaiting the chains. The guard
bound Mulder again, picked up the tray and left.

A smile crossed Mulder's face. He now had a bargaining tool. It was obvious that
no one knew what Krycek did to him. If anyone *did* find out, he would be
disgraced, stripped of his rank and shot.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Commandant Krycek was pissed off. Seething as a matter of fact. That American
fuck did not tell him about the bombings that killed many in Hamburg last night.
Krycek was dragged from his bed at two in the morning by his superiors, demanding
to know how this happened, why had he not extracted the information from Lt.
Mulder? Being screamed at for two hours by your superiors while standing at
attention in the middle of the night was not a happy occurrence.

Krycek wanted to come over right away and beat Lt. Mulder senseless, but he was
called to an emergency meeting by the Fuehrer. Promises of victory were shouted,
a strong Germany would rise above the rest of the world. Krycek knew this was not
true. The Americans were advancing; the Russians had recaptured much of the
territory that he himself had stolen from them. The writing was on the wall, and
it seemed that only Krycek could see it. He was a soldier, a leader, a fighter,
and he knew when a fight was going to be lost.

Running on just a few hours sleep, he left the meeting about 11:00 a.m. and went
over to the prison to see Mulder. He stomped down the hallway to Mulder's cell,
screaming at one of the guards to open the door, his riding crop at the ready.

The guard trembled as he fumbled with the keys. He had heard many stories about
Commandant Krycek and did not want to be on the receiving end of that crop.

"Give me those, you clumsy fool." Krycek snatched the key ring from the guard and
opened it himself. He flung the door open to see Mulder, lying in comfort on his
cot with his blanket. He turned to the guard. "Leave us alone. I do not want
*anyone* coming in here. Do you understand?"

"Jawohl, Herr Commandant." The guard raised his arm in salute and scurried back
to his post. Krycek did not return the salute.

Krycek slammed the door behind him and stood there for a second. He was seething.
He took the two steps to Mulder's cot and ripped the blanket off him. As for the
past couple of days, Mulder was hard and waiting for him. That, however, was
going to have to wait. The crop came down on Mulder's stomach, leaving a red
welt.

Mulder cried out in pain.

Krycek's eyes narrowed. He unshackled Mulder, who pressed himself into a ball in
the corner of the cell. Krycek overturned the cot in a rage, kicking it before
turning his attention to Mulder. He took a deep breath before striking him over
and over with the crop.

"You fucking American dog. You little piece of shit! You knew they were going to
bomb Hamburg. You knew it, and you did not tell me! After all I did for you. You
little fuck! I should just kill you."

"Stop! Stop!"

"What? Dogs cannot speak! Shut up until I tell you to speak!" A flood of
expletives in German ran out of his mouth as he beat Mulder.

"Stop it! Stop or I'll tell them. I'll tell them you're a homosexual."

Krycek's hand was raised, about to bring another blow to Mulder. He was sweating
and breathing heavily. His face was red, the vein in his neck stood out,
throbbing with his pulse.

"What?"

"If you don't stop beating me, I will tell the guards what you do to me." Mulder
winced in pain. He had scratches, welts and cuts all over his body, especially on
his hands and arms, where he tried to block the blows.

Krycek sat down on the floor in front of Mulder. "You are lying."

"I'll do it. I want you to let me go, or I'll fucking do it." Mulder leaned his
head back against the brick wall. Krycek's eyes showed a glimmer of fear.

"You know it will destroy you. You will be sent to a camp with a pink triangle
sewn on your clothes, available to be raped or worse. That would be the upside.
The downside is that your SS cronies will beat you, torture you and leave you to
die a slow and painful death."

Krycek let the riding crop drop to the floor and put his head in his hands. "I
cannot."

"Yes, you can! You run this prison, you can tell them to let me go. Do it or I'll
blow the whistle on you!"

"I cannot. They will kill you, or worse. Have you ever seen someone shot in the
spine as they are running away? If you get them just right, they are paralyzed
but still alive. Then they are thrown in a mass grave to die, smothered by
corpses."

A shock ran through Mulder. These people were sick. All of them, sick fucking
bastards. Krycek did have a point though. What good was escape if he wound up
dead? Mulder had another idea.

"Take your clothes off."

Krycek looked up at his prisoner. His mouth watered at the blood from the cuts
running down his arms to drip on the floor.

"Didn't you hear me? Undress! I will call the guards if you don't."

Krycek stood and started removing his clothing.

"Leave the boots off, I want you completely naked."

Krycek removed the last of the clothing and was pushed down on all fours by
Mulder. He panicked as he felt Mulder's large erection tease his small opening.
No preparation, no lubrication. "Wait!"

"No. You are going to know what it feels like, you Nazi pig!" Mulder grabbed the
hair on the top of Krycek's head and pulled it for emphasis. He pushed his cock
in the tight opening, forcing it wider.

Krycek cried out in pain. This hurt, a lot. He could not do anything, the
strength seemed to leave his body as Mulder forced his way inside of him. Krycek
was trembling, his arms gave out and his head went down to rest on the floor. Ass
high in the air, face down, the ultimate position of submission.

Mulder started thrusting in and out of Krycek, wanting him to feel every stroke
down to his core. "You are a fucking pig, all of you are pigs. You all have this
sick, twisted fantasy of killing and torturing innocent people. How does it feel,
huh? How does it fucking feel to be on the receiving end for once?" Mulder
slammed into Krycek, sweat forming on his brow.

Krycek was biting his lip to hold back whimpers of pain. Tears welled up in his
eyes. He kept silent, lest he beg a prisoner to stop. One thing he would never,
ever do was beg.

Finally, Mulder came with a cry into the Nazi, milking his cock of the last drops
before pulling out and shoving Krycek down on the floor. A trickle of blood ran
down one of Krycek's legs. He noticed he did not come.

"Get dressed and get the fuck out! I want out of this cell; I want out of this
prison; I don't care what you have to do, just do it. I know you have POW camps
for Americans. Put me there, with my own people!"

Krycek stood up and made his way over to his clothing that hung on the pegs on
the wall. His legs were shaking. He did not want to meet the gaze of the other
man. Quickly, he dressed, picked up the riding crop and stood before his
prisoner, his eyes still averted from Mulder's gaze.

"I will not bother you again. I will transfer you to a stalag tomorrow." He knew
that another long session of yelling from his superiors would follow, but he did
not care. He just wanted to be rid of this man. This man who nearly destroyed him
with mere words. He turned and opened the door to leave.

"Wait!" A thought suddenly crossed Mulder's mind. If Krycek walked through that
door, it would all be over! This would be the last time he saw Krycek. No more
tiny bits of affection, no more sex, no more conversations. He would be a number
in a camp, fighting for scraps of food, for his life. Mulder panicked.

"Don't go."

Krycek stopped in his tracks. He turned to find Mulder standing behind him.
Mulder reached out and placed his hand on his arm.

"Stay. Please."

Krycek closed the door gently. He finally looked into Mulder's tear-filled eyes.

"Don't go," Mulder whispered as he leaned forward to hug Krycek. "Don't leave me.
I won't tell, I won't tell. I'm sorry. Don't leave me alone." He was sobbing now,
clinging to Krycek for dear life. "I won't tell, I'll never tell, please don't
leave me."

Mulder sank to the floor and started licking Krycek's boots.

Krycek's jaw dropped. What the hell was going on here? Did Mulder actually care
for him? Had he gone mad? He looked down at the naked man clinging to his legs,
licking his boots. He reached down and brought Mulder up to face him.

"You do this now? After what you just did to me?" His fingers closed around
Mulder's neck and shoved him against the wall. "You raped me."

"I'm sorry," Mulder squeaked through the hand around his throat.

"You made me bleed. You hurt me." Krycek shoved Mulder down to the ground.

Mulder cried out in pain as his ankle twisted. A small snap was heard.

Krycek reached down and grabbed the injured limb, wrenching it so Mulder would
hurt some more, eliciting another horrific cry. "You are in more trouble than you
know, my Lieutenant." He then smacked Mulder across the face, sending him flying.
He grabbed Mulder by the hair. "We will have no more of this bullshit! You belong
to me! Is that clear?"

"Y-y-y-yes."

"Say it!"

"I belong to you."

"Good." Krycek let a brief smile cross his face before a leer replaced it. He
stood over Mulder who was trembling. "Now. Fix the cot! Bring this place to
order!" Krycek yelled as he went to undress himself again.

Mulder tried to work fast to right the cot and spread the blanket on it. He found
it hard with his injured ankle, which was surely broken.

"On all fours, Lieutenant."

Mulder obeyed his captor. The anticipation of what was to happen next shot
adrenaline through his veins. His cock was starting to harden, and his nipples
stiffened.

Krycek roughly thrust a finger into Mulder, working it in and out, watching the
opening get wider and wider until a second finger joined it.

"You have angered me, Lt. Mulder. You should know better than to get me angry. I
have a reputation for being very hard on people, and I make no exceptions."

A third finger was added to Krycek's teasing. He smiled as Mulder let out a small
moan and started gyrating against his fingers.

"Now. I am going to fuck you, but you may not come. I am not going to touch you.
You are not going to touch yourself. Is that clear?"

"Yes," Mulder whimpered.

"Good." Krycek spat on his hands liberally, lubricating his cock as much as he
could before he started to enter Mulder. He briefly considered taking the
American dry as he had done to Krycek only a few minutes earlier, but it would be
harder for Mulder to hold back his orgasm if he was enjoying it.

Mulder sucked in his breath. The keen sense of pleasure masked the pain in his
ankle. He held back, as Krycek had commanded him, angling his ass so Krycek would
not strike his prostate. Krycek forced him back into position so that he could
hit that pleasure point, only releasing him when Mulder's desperate whimpers told
him he would not be able to hold back any longer.

"You have such a sweet ass, Lt. Mulder. Your ass belongs to me. You remember that
when I am fucking you."

Alex had a hand on each of Mulder's hips, thrusting back and forth. He was
sweating again, every stroke bringing him closer to his orgasm. He could not
resist and bent over Mulder, licking the smooth skin, drinking in his scent.
There were a few cuts on Mulder's back that Krycek licked before kneeling upright
again. He quickened his pace, pumping hard into Mulder, bringing his hips to meet
his thrusts. He came with a cry and a groan as he collapsed on the man under him.
They were joined for a few seconds before Krycek removed himself from Mulder's
ass.

Krycek then went over and sat on the cot, reaching over to get his handkerchief
out of his pocket to wipe off his cock.

Mulder sat on the floor, his erection throbbing, he could feel his balls begging
for release.

Krycek looked at Mulder. His ankle was quite swollen and turning purple; the
shackles would never fit over it now. "Stand," he commanded.

Mulder complied, but he could not put any weight on the ankle and instead, leaned
back against the wall.

"You make a very pretty picture, Lt. Mulder. Your cock is very pretty as well.
Now. I want you to pleasure yourself, and when you are done, you may lay beside
me. But! Only if you do a good job. Only if I enjoy it as much as you do. If I do
not, you will stand there until I am satisfied."

Mulder closed his eyes and swallowed. He could do this. He opened his eyes again
and looked at Krycek sitting on his cot. His eyes seemed to glow in the dim light
of the cell. He grabbed onto his cock and started gently stroking it. His other
hand ran up and lightly caressed his chest, pinching a nipple. He gasped as he
continued to look into those icy green eyes. His hand on his cock gripped
tighter, his thumb spreading the pre-cum around. He pinched a nipple again,
making himself moan out loud.

Krycek's cock reacted to the moan. He could feel it stir and harden. He would
have to make sure Lt. Mulder relieved him again before he left.

Mulder's hand was pumping fast on his cock, his eyes were closed, and his lips
were parted slightly. The hand that had been pinching his nipples was now lower
down, fondling his balls. Suddenly, he gasped and moaned as he came onto the
floor in front of him. He milked his cock of the last remaining drops before
opening his eyes.

Krycek was hard again after that display. He motioned for Mulder to come to him.
He then licked a drop of cum off of the tip of Mulder's softening cock before
bringing him down to lie beside him on the cot.

There was not much room, but Mulder was grateful for the contact. Krycek was so
warm, like a furnace was glowing inside somewhere. He snuggled down into the
shoulder before him as a strong arm came around to caress his hair.

"I will tell the guards not to shackle your swollen ankle."

Mulder kissed Krycek's shoulder. "Thank you."

Krycek smiled. It had only taken two weeks to break this man, to make him feel
that he could not live without him. Now, if he could only get him out of this
prison and into his quarters, he would be able to amuse himself with the pretty
American whenever he wanted.

Mulder's kisses moved down from Krycek's shoulder to a nipple. He latched onto
it, sucking and teasing it to complete hardness.

Krycek sucked in his breath; Lt. Mulder was now instigating sex. Oh yes, he had
him completely.

Mulder moved down Krycek's abdomen, sucking and nipping at the skin. He then
moved on to the erection that was bobbing in the air. He wrapped his lips around
the head and moved down, quickly and efficiently bringing his captor to orgasm.

Krycek closed his eyes and wove his fingers through Mulder's hair as he felt his
balls release their fluid. Mulder's mouth was quite proficient at this activity.

Mulder licked Krycek clean before moving back up to lie beside him, kissing him,
sharing his own taste with him. He then settled down beside him, feeling Krycek's
arms come around him again.

Krycek held him for a few minutes before speaking. "I have to go now, Lt.
Mulder." He rose and began getting dressed.

Mulder continued to lie on the cot, soaking in the warmth Krycek left behind.

When he was fully dressed, Krycek crouched before the cot. "Do we understand each
other? There will be no more of what happened today. You belong to me now."

"Yes," Mulder whispered.

Krycek turned Mulder's head to meet his gaze. "Good. I will see you tomorrow
then." He let Mulder's head drop back to the cot, where he instinctively curled
up into a little ball. Krycek placed the blanket over his captive before turning
and leaving the cell.

Mulder lay motionless on his cot, watching the door, waiting for Krycek to come
back to him. Only when the other man was with him, telling him what to do, did he
feel complete now.

END

Interrogations IIIa: Addictions

X-Files M/K An AU in another time

by Orithain and Nicole S.

Rating: NC-17 for bad language and m/m sex. Orithain may be reached at
orithain@aol.com Nicole at oscar204@aol.com

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: They don't belong to us, they belong to Chris Carter, 1013
Productions and Fox. Please don't sue us.

Summary: What would Mulder do for a cigarette?

****WARNING: Nonconsensual sex and general Nazi nastiness****

Note: This started out as an apology snippet to Spike because we forgot to credit
her with the idea for Interrogation II - Mulder turning the tables on Krycek.
Sorry, hon, and thanks for the idea; I think you can tell we liked it! But
neither of us is very good at doing short. :::shrug::: We also have to thank
someone for the cigarette thing, but neither of us can remember who - Drovar or
Feklar maybe? Anyway, thanks, whoever you are! BTW, this takes place between I2
and I3.

Interrogation IIIa: Addictions

by Nicole S and Orithain

Mulder was curled up in a ball on the floor in the corner. He was shivering and
bloody after another session of beatings by Krycek. He knew what came after the
beatings but didn't want to think about it. He closed his eyes and tried to think
of something else, something to dull the pain, to take his mind off the
inevitable. Various images ran through his mind until he found a suitable
distraction Cigarettes. He hadn't had a cigarette in over a week. He could smell
the smoke lingering on Krycek's uniform when he came in, and he could faintly
smell it now from where it now hung on the pegs along the wall. What he wouldn't
doá. He stopped that thought in mid-flow. He didn't need one that badly.

"What are you thinking, Lt. Mulder? You are smiling."

Mulder hesitated to answer. He knew that it would only give Krycek something else
to "bargain" with him for. The last thing he needed was to give the bastard
something else to demand sexual favors for. So he was shocked to hear himself
say, "Cigarettes. I was thinking, I would like a cigarette."

"A cigarette?"

"Yeah."

"I have cigarettes. I have American cigarettes, in my pocket. I might let you
have one."

Mulder opened his eyes and looked up at Krycek looming over him.

"For a price."

Mulder knew what he was asking. Krycek's erection bobbed in the air above him.
The craving for a smoke was raging through his body, wrestling with his mind and
countering his horror at what he would have to do to get one. But now that he
knew he *could* get a cigarattee, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He wanted
it so badly it was almost sexual; that had to be why he was hardening. He licked
his lips before he spoke.

"What's your price?"

Krycek moved back and leaned against a wall. "If you suck my cock, I will let you
share one with me."

Mulder swallowed. "I just have toá" he breathed in deeply "ásuck your cock?"

"Yes. No more, but no less, either."

Mulder pursed his lips together.

"Lt. Mulder, I hope you realize that you will have to perform your daily duty,
whether you reap a reward or not."

Mulder closed his eyes and exhaled. Silently, he moved over to the other man
standing against the wall. He put his hands around the Nazi's legs to brace
himself as he moved in on the erection waiting for him.

"That's it. Earn your reward."

Mulder took the wrinkled skin of the foreskin in his mouth, nibbling on the end,
sucking at the fluid leaking out of it. He knew that if he did a good job, that
might be the only *service* he would have to provide today. He refused to think
about the faint twinge of disappointment that ran through him at the thought.

Krycek sighed as Mulder pulled the foreskin back and licked the sensitive head.
He teased the slit with the tip of his tongue, gaining satisfied moans from
above. He then took a bit of the large member in his mouth, sucking on the tip;
inch by inch he swallowed Krycek until he felt the hairs at his groin tickle his
nose.

Krycek threaded his fingers through Mulder's short hair. "My little Hund, mein
schoen klein Hund."

Mulder sucked on the large cock moving in and out of his mouth. Oh god, he was
getting hard. He knew he would get hard. He still could not believe he could he
get aroused from doing this. How? He brought his hand up to caress Krycek's balls
in the heavy sac that hung below it, wanting this over quickly. His strategy
worked as he felt them tighten in his hand. Krycek let out a loud groan as he
emptied himself into Mulder's mouth and down his throat. Mulder licked the last
remaining drops from the Nazi before sitting back on his haunches.

"Come here, let me taste you," Krycek said as he brought Mulder up to face him.
He kissed him, his tongue probing the hot interior, tasting his own cum. He could
feel Mulder's burgeoning erection press into his thigh. He pulled away and looked
into the American's eyes.

"You have earned your reward, Lt. Mulder. Come, sit with me, and we will have our
cigarette."

Mulder sat on the cot while Krycek fished in his pockets. Mulder heard the
familiar strike and sizzle of a match igniting, the smell of sulfur, then the
familiar scent of Virginia tobacco burning.

Krycek turned around and exhaled. He could see Mulder practically salivating over
the cigarette. He sat down beside his captive before taking another drag and
passed the cigarette to Mulder.

Mulder took the slim object from Krycek and brought it to his lips. He took a
small drag then inhaled. He closed his eyes as the wisps of smoke ran down his
lungs and out again as he exhaled. He took a larger drag and inhaled again before
passing the cigarette back to Krycek. His lungs filled with the smoke, burning
the lining, feeling so good. His head swam as he exhaled, the smoke billowing up
and around the light bulb in the ceiling. His cock twitched.

Silently, they smoked the cigarette, each man passing it back and forth until it
was a small butt, which Krycek stamped out before returning it to his pocket. He
turned to face Mulder.

"How would you like another one?"

Mulder remained silent.

"How would you like another cigarette, Lieutenant? This one would be your very
own. I would even leave you in peace while you smoked it."

Mulder licked his lips, tasting the nicotine that had deposited itself there.

"What would I have to do?" Mulder said, knowing full well what the price would
be.

"I am going to fuck you."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then you don't get your cigarette. Either way, I am fucking you. Tell you what,
Lt. Mulder, I will make you a deal. If you come, you may have it."

Mulder looked up at the other man. Why had his cock suddenly hardened? Why did
thinking about being with this man arouse him this much? Krycek's cock had
hardened again as well, the purple head peeking through the foreskin.

"Stand." Krycek cupped Mulder's chin in his hand and brought him up to face him
again. He kissed him one more time before turning him to face the wall.

Mulder braced himself against the wall with his hands as he felt Krycek press up
behind him.

"Spread your legs, wide."

Mulder complied, his cock now throbbing with anticipation. He gasped as one of
Krycek's fingers entered him, stretching him as it was joined by another. The two
fingers widened his channel enough to fit a third finger in. He rubbed back
against them, biting his lip to keep from moaning out loud.

Krycek smiled as the American shuddered before him. He wanted him to gain his
reward. He liked rewarding his captive; every time he did, it got easier and
easier to fuck him. Finally, Mulder let out a moan. Yes, that's what he was
waiting for.

Krycek reached around to feel Mulder's cock dripping streams of pre-cum. He
gathered as much as he could and slicked his cock up with that, his own pre- cum
and some saliva.

Mulder gasped as Krycek entered him. This was the feeling he relished the most,
the initial penetration. So sweet and painful at the same time. Slowly he was
filled until he could feel the other man's hot breath on his neck. His cock was
throbbing, he was sweating. It amazed him how good this felt.

Krycek wrapped his arms around Mulder, caressing his torso before settling down
on his hips. He moved in and out of the American with ease. Mulder gasped as
Krycek leaned forward and nuzzled the back of his neck, licking a small cut that
was there. The smell of this man made him want him all the more. He quickened his
pace and reached up to pinch one of Mulder's nipples again.

Krycek's cock dragged across Mulder's prostate with every stroke, bringing tiny
shudders to his body. His nipples were being pinched and caressed to extreme
hardness. He now got the challenge. The Nazi wasn't going to touch his cock!
Mulder moaned as much out of disappointment as of pleasure. He had to come, he
wanted that cigarette. Mulder closed his eyes and focused all his energy on the
good feelings that came from this. He was moaning and breathing heavily now as
the Nazi thrust into him. He had to come, he needed to come. Mulder thrust back
to greet the other man's hips, //oh god, yes, just a little more, just a
littleá//

Krycek's eyes rolled back in his head as bright lights went off behind them. He
could feel Mulder's ass clench on his cock as he came, milking him of all his
fluid. He gave a little smile as he rested his head on Mulder's shoulder. He knew
he would come. With a reward dangling in front of him, Lt. Mulder always came. He
felt Mulder shudder again as the final stages of the orgasm ran through his body.
He liked having Lt. Mulder as a prisoner, and as long as the war lasted, he would
be his.

END

X-Files M/K An AU in another time

Rating: NC-17 for bad language, violence and m/m sex. Orithain may be reached at
orithain@aol.com Nicole at oscar204@aol.com

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: They don't belong to us, they belong to Chris Carter, 1013
Productions and Fox. Please don't sue us.

Summary: Krycek decides to help Mulder, while helping himself as well.

****Warning: Violence, along with general Nazi nastiness.****

Comments: If you like our usual schmoop, you're not going to find it in this
series. This is pretty heavy stuff, don't say we didn't warn you.

Happy birthday, Aries. This one's for you.

Interrogation IV: Testing the Limits

by Nicole S and Orithain

Commandant Krycek was entering his fourth week of walking down this corridor to
Lt. Mulder's cell. He was sick of this prison, sick of the people, sick of this
war. He wanted Lt. Mulder out of here and in his quarters so he could see him,
touch him, whenever he wanted, not just for an hour a day. He had a plan, but it
had taken a week of dropping hints to get the wheels slowly turning. It would not
be easy. Now it was all a matter of convincing his superiors that Mulder should
be released. He had to convince them that it would be easier to keep an eye on
Mulder and try to extract information from him if he was working for Krycek
directly in his house.

Krycek reached the door and waited for the guard to open it for him before
stepping through. It shut behind him with the familiar clang.

Mulder was crying when Krycek entered his cell. Sobbing, actually. Krycek's eyes
narrowed //What have those idiots done to him now?// He thought of the guards and
their incompetence of late. //Maybe they will like the Eastern Front better than
here.//

He sat down beside Mulder who was shackled to his cot. "What is it? What is the
matter?" Before he could stop himself, his gloved hand reached out and stroked
Mulder's hair.

"It hurts. It hurts so much."

"What hurts?"

"My ankle. They shackled my ankle."

Krycek pulled the blanket back revealing Mulder's swollen, almost purple ankle.
They had really done a job on it, possibly re-broken it. Krycek's face grew red.
//Those stupid guards! Eastern Front - they're going to fucking Siberia!// He
stood up, ready to go out the door and scream at them, when a thought crossed his
mind. He sat back down beside Mulder, his anger subsiding for a second as he
leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Lt. Mulder, I want to take you out of this place. How would you like that?"

Mulder nodded, the tears still flowing.

"I need you to endure that shackle for another hour or so, do you think you can
do that?"

"It hurts so much," Mulder sobbed.

"I am going to bring two men back with me. I need you to be quiet, not say one
word no matter what happens or what I say. After they come here, then we will be
able to leave if you do exactly as I've told you." He turned Mulder's head so his
gaze met his own. "Not one word. They will shoot you if you speak. But if you
trust me and remain silent, I will be able to take you out of here and bring you
to live in my home."

"I'll be quiet."

"Good. Now, stop crying and I will see you soon."

Krycek rearranged the blanket over Mulder again before leaving the cell. He
strode past the guards, who stood at attention and saluted as he went by. He
returned their salute then went out the door. //Idioten. You'd better pray you
get shot before the cold kills you. Siberia can be a very hard place to
tolerate.//

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An hour later, Krycek returned to Mulder's cell with two other men, just as he
said. A wave of fear washed over him as he saw their faces, the hatred burning in
their eyes. One of them was a short man with a pointy nose and dark hair. The
other was tall and broad, with glasses. The man with the glasses licked his lips
as he looked at him. Mulder stopped a shiver that was about to run up his spine.
He wanted out of here and would do anything to help Krycek. He kept his promise
and said nothing as Krycek started speaking about him.

"This is Lt. Mulder, United States Air Force. He has been with us for a month
now, enjoying our usual 'hospitality'. Still, he refuses to give us any
information. It is clear that by the time he speaks, anything he knows will be
long out of date. It is pointless to keep him here any longer. I would say he's
ready to be transferred immediately."

The man with the pointy nose spoke. "He has given nothing, Krycek? Your
reputation has suffered a blow with this one." He grabbed the corner of the
blanket and tossed it aside. "He still has a lot of meat on his bones. He will
work out fine at one of the Stalags; he looks strong."

"Those idiots!" Krycek bellowed.

"What? What is the problem?" the man with the glasses asked.

"His ankle. He twisted it over a week ago. I told those stupid guards not to
shackle it so he could heal properly and be sent to a camp. Look at it! Gangrene
will set in soon, it will probably have to be amputated. He is useless now."

"I agree." The pointy-nosed man took out his gun and held it to Mulder's head.
"We do not need him anymore."

Panic washed through Mulder as he felt the barrel of the gun press into his skin.
He didn't want to die this way, chained, helpless. He started breathing heavily,
only the memory of Krycek telling him to trust him keeping him silent.

"Put the gun down, Spender," Krycek said, remaining calm. "I meant he is useless
in a camp. I will take him."

Spender looked at Krycek suspiciously before putting his gun away.

"What do you mean *you* will take him?" the man in the glasses said.

"As I have been telling you for the past week, I need a new servant. Lt. Mulder
can still hobble around and serve me." He took the men aside and lowered his
voice. "I have surely broken this man, yet he remains mute. If I can get him to
trust me, perhaps he will reveal his secrets. If he opens up to me, it will seem
like he is talking to a friend, not an enemy."

The man with the glasses smiled. "Very clever, Krycek, I can see your point. If
he does not open up, then you can just shoot him, like you did your other
servants."

Spender laughed, "Krycek, you have to learn to be more patient with your staff;
you cannot keep killing them when they displease you. Instead of sending the
Jewish vermin to the camps, we should just give them to you as servants. They
would die just as quickly." He and the tall man laughed at the joke.

"How many groundspeople have you been through? Six, or seven?" The man in the
glasses grinned.

"Three. This fourth one is not any better."

"Are you sure you want this American dog, Krycek? We can send him to one of the
KZ camps and dispose of him quickly and quietly. No one will know if he is
American, Jew, Pole or Czech."

"No. I can use him. I am sure that he will tell me his secrets soon enough. If
not me, then one of my other staff. You know how servants gossip."

"Very well, you may take this Mulder to your house. I would keep an eye on him
though; don't let him out of your sight for too long." The man in the glasses
took another look at Mulder before turning away.

Mulder watched as the three men left the cell together. He breathed a sigh of
relief, thanking god they were gone and he was still alive. A moment later,
Krycek returned with a bundle of clothes and a crutch.

"Lt. Mulder, you will come to live with me now," Krycek said as he unshackled him
from the cot. "Here, put these on quickly so we can get out of here." He laid the
bundle of clothes on the cot beside Mulder.

Mulder's ankle was throbbing so badly he didn't know how he was going to walk.
Quickly, he put on the garments Krycek gave him. They were thin cotton pants and
a shirt, not unlike pajamas. Only one boot fit; the other could not fit over the
swelling in his foot, so he covered it with the sock only.

Krycek gave him the crutch to put under his armpit since he wouldn't be able to
help Mulder at all when anyone else could see them. He glanced at the blanket but
left it lying on the cot, saying "I'm sorry I can't let you take the blanket to
keep warm. It's very cold out, but it would be noticed if I allowed you that."
Then Krycek put his hands on Mulder's shoulders and met his gaze. "Lt. Mulder,
you are still my prisoner, and I must treat you as such. Do not say one word
until we get to my house, do you understand? Your life depends on it."

"Yes," Mulder barely whispered.

Krycek smiled, "Good. Let's go."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They managed to get to Krycek's house with limited trouble from the checkpoints.
When the young guards at the roadblocks saw who Krycek was, they immediately
waved him through, ignoring the passenger beside him.

They turned into a driveway of a sprawling house, where a flag bearing the
swastika hung over the front door and flapped in the wind. Snow was piled high
around the house, but the driveway and stairs leading up to the house were clear.
A maid, bundled against the cold, came out of the house to greet Krycek.

"Ingrid, this is Mulder. He is going to be working here as my new assistant.
Please help him up to the master bathroom. He is quite dirty. His ankle has been
injured, so make allowances for his slowness."

"I can see that, Herr Oberst. Come with me, let's get you cleaned up." Mulder
kept his mouth shut as he was led away by the burly maid.

Krycek went in the front door and practically flew up the stairs to his study. It
worked, it fucking worked! He had waited almost two weeks to get him here, now
finally they could be alone. He took his leather coat and hat off and hung them
up before going over to his desk to check what had come in the post. There was a
knock on the door.

"Enter."

"Sturmbahnfuehrer Krycek, the American is in the bath. I have left some clothes
for him."

"Thank you, Ingrid. I would like everyone to leave us alone for a few hours. I
need to go over a few things with Mulder, tell him the rules of the house, what
his duties will be and how he will be punished if he does not perform properly. I
would like to have supper in here about seven. For both of us. I do not want to
stop his training for a meal. We shall talk and eat at the same time."

"Yes, sir." Ingrid turned and left.

Krycek read the one piece of correspondence, then decided to check in on his new
servant. A smile passed over Krycek's lips as he walked down the hall to his
bedroom. There was a door leading to the master bath off of the bedroom, so he
would not be seen. He locked the door to the bedroom before going towards the
door leading to the bath. Slowly he opened the door and looked inside. Mulder was
lounging in the bathtub, a look of contentment on his face. //He is beautiful,
even more so when he is relaxed.// Krycek took a step into the room.

Mulder sat up with a start and looked fearfully at the person who entered the
room. Had they come to take him back to prison? He knew this was too good to be
true.

"Calm down, Mulder," Krycek said. He walked over to the door leading to the
hallway and locked it from the inside. He also did the same to the door leading
to the bedroom, which he then leaned back against. "Are you enjoying your bath?"

"Yes," Mulder barely whispered.

"It's all right, you can talk. You are in my home now."

"I didn't realize how dirty I was." Mulder said as he looked down in
embarrassment at the dark gray water in the tub. How had Krycek been able to
stand to touch him?

"Yes, well it has been awhile, hasn't it? Why don't you drain the tub and wash
again. The water has surely cooled by now."

Mulder looked at the man standing before him. Such a change from the prison. The
riding crop was gone, and although the fierceness in his eyes was still there, so
was a gentleness. He pulled the plug, watching as the dirty water swirled out and
down the drain.

He turned the tap on to refill the tub, but Krycek reached over and turned it
off. "Here, soap yourself up first." Krycek handed Mulder a bar of sweet-smelling
soap which he used to lather his body and hair. Krycek then filled a large
pitcher with water and poured it over Mulder's head, rinsing the soap away. He
did this until the water rinsed clean. Then Krycek put the plug back in the tub
and filled it again with hot water.

Krycek removed his clothes, draping them over a chair that was in the corner of
the large bathroom. The window in the bathroom was covered by a heavy black
curtain, so the only light was a warm glow that came from the light fixture
above. He got in behind Mulder and ran his legs down the length of the large tub.
He pulled Mulder back against him and wrapped his arms around him.

"I have waited a long time for this," Krycek said as he kissed Mulder's shoulder.
The warmth of the water and closeness of the other man set his cock in motion,
his erection starting to jut into Mulder's buttocks. He held Mulder tighter,
relishing the sensation of their wet, naked skin against each other.

Mulder leaned back against Krycek and closed his eyes. He had also missed this,
human contact without guards or shackles or cold cement floors. He settled in for
a few minutes, his head against Krycek's shoulder.

"I want you to wash me," Krycek said with kiss to the top of Mulder's head.

Mulder opened his eyes and sat up, then turned himself around to face Krycek.

"There is a sponge in a basin behind you; use it to wash me." Krycek's eyes were
burning a bright green, full of lust.

Mulder took the sponge and held it in the water to wet and soften it before
leaning forward and gently running it down Krycek's chest and belly, down to the
hardness visible below the water. His heart was starting to pound, and his own
cock was growing erect. He ran the sponge down the strong legs and back up again
to where he started on his chest. He paid particular attention to the stiff
nipples, stroking them with the nubby sponge until Krycek gasped in pleasure,
then moved on. While Mulder was washing Krycek's arms, he noticed he was shaking.

Krycek knelt in the tub, eye to eye with Mulder. He reached out and smoothed the
lock of hair back that had fallen onto his forehead. He then leaned in and kissed
him, tenderly. Mulder's lips were soft and full, his tongue slid past them
easily, tasting the other man. He brought an arm around Mulder's waist, the other
going around his back, his hand pushing the two of them closer together.

Mulder gasped as Krycek pulled away and started kissing down his neck. He was
still shaking; the feel of this man being gentle with him was almost too much to
bear.

"Yes, I've been waiting a long time to get you alone," Krycek whispered before
latching onto one of Mulder's nipples. He nibbled around the areola before
licking and sucking on the hardening nub. Slowly he moved across to Mulder's
other nipple and proceeded to bring that one to hardness as well.

Mulder moaned and leaned back in the tub, Krycek leaning with him. He hadn't felt
tenderness in so long, he'd almost forgotten how good it was.

"Sit on the edge of the tub," Krycek commanded, softly.

Mulder slowly maneuvered himself up to sit on the thin ledge of the tub. He put
his hands down beside his buttocks to steady himself.

Krycek knelt in the cooling water of the bath and spread Mulder's legs to reveal
his dripping, throbbing erection. He looked up at Mulder's eyes, where the pupils
were dilated so much that a thin rim of blue-green was the only thing that could
be seen.

Mulder was breathing hard, the anticipation of knowing what was coming next
shooting another load of precum to glisten at the top of his cock. His nails dug
into the side of the tub as Krycek's tongue slowly licked around the head of his
cock. A moan escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes.

Krycek ran his tongue down the length of Mulder's cock to his balls. He pressed
his face between Mulder's legs, sucking the drops of water dripping from the
heavy sac.

Mulder whimpered and gripped the tub harder, his knuckles showing white.

Krycek took Mulder's cock in his mouth, something he hadn't done since the first
time they were together in Mulder's cell. The day he first raped him. This was
not rape. Not now. Now it was a need for someone to be close to, to touch, for
simple human contact in the midst of all the suffering that this war brought
everyone.

Mulder tried in vain to hold on, but after a few minutes of Krycek licking and
sucking him, he came with a cry into his mouth. His knees felt weak as Krycek
lapped up the last of the cum, sitting back to stare at Mulder with a grin on his
face. Mulder slid down into the water again before leaning over to kiss the
German on the mouth.

"You liked that, hmmm? Too bad we do not have time for more right now."

"What do you mean?"

"We have been in here for a long time. We have turned into prunes!" Krycek held
up his hand and showed Mulder his wrinkled fingers, then smiled. "Come, all
things must come to an end."

Krycek stood, then got out of the bath. He dried himself off before donning a
dressing gown. He then turned to Mulder and extended his hand to help him out of
the tub. He gave Mulder a towel and watched him dry himself off before offering
him a dressing gown of his own.

Mulder put it on. It was silk and so soft, the softest thing he had ever felt in
his life.

Krycek unlocked the door to the bedroom and came back to help Mulder with his
crutch. Together they moved Mulder to a large, overstuffed chair in the bedroom.

"Let's take a look at your ankle, shall we?" Krycek knelt before Mulder and took
the battered limb into his hands. He probed the injured joint carefully, pleased
that it was healing well despite the acts of those fools at the prison. The
shackle had not disturbed the setting bones. He looked up into the American's
eyes before he started to wrap the ankle in a thick bandage. "This will help it
heal straight, so you will not have a permanent limp."

Mulder was silent as he watched the bandage being wrapped around his foot and
ankle then half way up his calf. Krycek knew what he was doing; Mulder had
learned that same procedure in his training as well. Wasn't it funny how they
were on opposite sides of a war, yet their training was so similar?

Krycek finished, stood up and went over to a table in the corner. He returned
with a small tablet and glass of water. He held them out to Mulder.

"Here, take this."

"What is it?"

"It's called penicillin. For your ankle, to fight infection."

Mulder took the small white pill and looked at it for a second before looking
back at Krycek.

"It's all right, take it. It's medicine. You have to take them for a week until I
am sure your ankle is not infected." He reached out and stroked Mulder's cheek.
"It's medicine, please take it. I would not give you anything that would hurt
you."

Mulder popped the pill in his mouth before washing it down with a sip of water.

"Why are you being so nice to me? Why didn't you let your friend kill me today?"

Krycek looked at Mulder for a few seconds before answering. "I needed a servant
and you needed someone to serve."

Mulder gave a small laugh but said nothing.

Krycek looked at Mulder. He knew he could see right through him. Dependent or
not, Mulder was not a stupid man. "Are you thirsty?"

"No."

"Are you hungry?"

"No."

"Mulder, even though you are technically my prisoner, this is my home. If you
want something, ask."

"I'm hungry and I'm tired."

"You will have a proper supper tonight, with me. I do not want you to fraternize
too much with the other servants right away until they get used to you. A lot of
them do not like Americans and would be tempted to do you harm. You will stay
here, on this floor, with me, to work with me, until I tell you otherwise. Is
that clear?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, I need to get dressed and attend to some matters before supper. There
are clothes for you on the chair in the washroom. There is also a razor for you
to shave with, unless you want to keep the beard."

Mulder reached up and touched the hair on his face. He hadn't realized that he
had grew one, but after a month of not shaving, it was obvious. "No, I should get
rid of it."

"It does not really suit you, I am sorry to say. There is a jar of salve in there
for you as well, to put on your wounds from the shackles. It is Ingrid's
grandmother's secret cream. It smells awful, but it works."

Mulder shrugged and pulled the robe around him a little closer. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now hurry, supper will be in my study very soon. It is just down
the hallway, I will leave the door open for you." Then Krycek turned to get
dressed.

Mulder hobbled on his crutch to the bathroom and up to the mirror. This was the
first time he had seen himself in a month. His eyes were still hazel, his hair
longer, a little grayer. His face sported a beard which, as Krycek said, did not
suit him at all. It was so overwhelming, looking at this stranger in the mirror.
How did he get here, to this place, to this house on the outskirts of Berlin? He
shook his head, then lathered up his face with the brush and soap that were left
for him.

After Mulder was done shaving, he rubbed the soothing salve into his wounds. It
didn't smell that bad. Then he got dressed and followed the way Krycek had gone,
through the bedroom and down the hallway. His ankle was feeling much better now
from the medicine and bandage. He could hobble a little faster. He found the open
door and walked through it. Here was a library full of books, a large desk and
table with six chairs around it. The table had been set for dinner for two.

Krycek was sitting behind the heavy desk, speaking into the telephone. His voice
was low and his brow furrowed. He looked up at Mulder for a second, watching him
inspect the books in the bookcases that lined the wall. Krycek softly put the
telephone handset into the cradle and rubbed his forehead. He got out of his
chair and walked over to Mulder. "There are some English books there as well, if
you are interested."

"Most of them are in German."

Krycek laughed, "We are still in Germany, Lt. Mulder. You had better get used to
this place, you will be spending a lot of time here."

Mulder looked up at Krycek, a question in his eyes.

"You are my assistant, this is my office. I need you to make sure this place is
kept clean and in order. Seeing as though you cannot read German, the filing will
have to be done by myself. I do, however, want you to make sure my correspondence
is ready for me when I get home. The desk should be neat, the ink in my pen
refilled, paper always ready. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

Krycek smiled. "Good."

Mulder heard someone come in and turned quickly, his heart pounding. It was only
Ingrid and another girl with supper.

Silently, the women began to unload their trays onto the large table. Roast
chicken, potatoes, pickled beets, cabbage and turnips. Mulder closed his mouth
and swallowed. The smell of the food was heavenly.

"Come, Mulder, sit and eat." Krycek motioned to the table.

Mulder sat across from Krycek, who was motioning him to fill his plate.

"Would you like some wine?"

"Wine?"

"Yes, it is Italian. There is quite a well stocked wine cellar in this house."

"Sure." Mulder watched as the dark burgundy liquid filled the crystal glass
before him.

"It is good. Come, eat, you said you were hungry." Krycek looked over at Mulder
who seemed bewildered by the bounty laid before them.

"Where did you get all this food?"

Krycek finished pouring the wine and began filling his own plate before he spoke.
"My rank affords me some luxuries. One of them being good food. The other being
this house, the servants, the car. Just as in your military, rank decrees worth."

Mulder put a piece of chicken in his mouth. It was heavenly. Moist and tender,
seasoned with rosemary. He closed his eyes and savored the taste. When he opened
them, he was looking directly at Krycek, his own eyes sparkling in the dim light.

"I am glad you like it. Ingrid is an accomplished cook."

They ate in silence, drinking the wine. Mulder relished every bite, every sip, he
hadn't had food like this in a long time. It was almost sexual, certainly
sensual, his cock stirred and started pressing against the wool trousers he was
wearing.

Ingrid came back with coffee and cleared their plates. She left two plates
containing a piece of cake each in front of them.

"Eat the Streuselkuchen, it's quite wonderful." Krycek handed Mulder a china cup
filled with strong coffee.

"Whose house is this?" Mulder asked as Krycek put a forkful of cake in his mouth.

Krycek swallowed before answering. "It is my house."

"Who had it before you did? Who owned it? Before the war?"

"I do not know, it was seized property. When I came to Berlin last year it was
given to me. The Reich owns it, the Reich owns everything." Krycek continued to
eat his cake.

"You stole it. You probably stole it from a Jewish family and killed them, right?
None of this is yours, it's someone else's. They probably worked very hard to
acquire this wealth, and you stole it from them. What do you have against them,
anyway? They're just people who happen to have a different religion."

"I did not steal anything." Krycek put his fork down and glared at Mulder. "You
are treading on very thin ice, Lt. Mulder. Need I remind you that you are still a
prisoner of the Third Reich? I can have you back in that jail, or worse a camp,
with one telephone call. I'm sure your comments would be extremely popular with
the guards."

Mulder's eyes grew wide; his respiration and pulse quickened. Then his eyes
dropped to the table. //Please, don't let him send me away, let me stay here with
him.//

Kryek's voice remained low, yet hard as steel. "You do not understand, Lt.
Mulder. My country is at war. Depending on what side you are on, you either lose
or gain. If this war was in your United States, you would do the same thing. Now.
I do not want you to talk of this again. It is foolish and dangerous; I could and
should shoot you for just saying the words you did."

Krycek reached across the table and put his fingers under Mulder's chin. He
tilted the other man's head up, seeing the tears in his eyes. "Do I make myself
clear? Never speak to *anyone* about this subject again."

Mulder nodded his head. Silently they finished their cake and coffee, the taste
now bitter in Mulder's mouth.

Krycek looked across the table at the American. He certainly looked miserable.
Krycek would never send him back to prison, but he should not be asking such
questions. Questions no one dared to ask.

"You are tired. I will show you to your room."

Together they walked down the hallway to a door, not far from the door leading to
Krycek's room. Mulder limped along beside Krycek on his crutch. This was a small
bedroom with a small bed, chest of drawers and wardrobe to make it cozy and warm.
A small rug was on the wooden floor beside the bed. A night table stood beside
the bed with a small lamp and a ticking alarm clock upon it.

Krycek motioned to the chest of drawers and wardrobe. "There are clothes for you
in here to wear. This door, here," Krycek opened a narrow door to the right,
"leads to your own WC. You may bathe in my bathroom, but only when I tell you to.
Do not go in there on your own, is that clear?"

"Yes." Mulder peered into the small room that contained a toilet and sink. The
razor, shaving brush, soap and jar of salve had been moved from the other
bathroom to here and rested on a shelf above the sink. A small mirror was above
the shelf.

"Good. Now what else? Ah yes, please leave the curtains drawn at all times. You
do not want to get bombed by your own colleagues, do you, Lieutenant?" Krycek
gave a short laugh before opening another door, this time to the left.

"This leads to my room. You are my assistant, my valet, that is why you have the
small room off of mine. In the morning, you shall wake first, shave and get
dressed, then come wake me. I must be up at precisely 6 a.m. While I shave, you
are to lay my clothes out for me to wear." Krycek opened a huge wardrobe at the
side of the room. "It's pretty straight-forward. The uniform never changes. I do,
however, want them cleaned and pressed the day before."

Mulder nodded at Krycek when he looked over at him. The contents of the wardrobe
were nearly pure black. Black uniforms, black coats, black boots, black
everywhere, offset by silver medals and decorations. This was highlighted by the
harsh contrast of the stark white shirts, crisp and clean. The red of the
swastika armband was the only color in the sea of black and white.

"Now. You must polish my boots every day. I have three pairs, and they must be
immaculate."

Mulder shuddered at the words, remembering the duties he performed in prison.

Krycek came over to Mulder, put a hand on his shoulder and met his gaze. "There
is a polishing kit in the bottom drawer of your wardrobe. There are also other
items to help you with your job there. Do not worry, Lt. Mulder, you are here to
work."

Krycek took his hand away, went back to the wardrobe and closed the door.

"Now. You said you were tired, go to sleep, and I will see you in the morning."

Mulder turned to limp through the door to his little room. He shut the door
behind him and breathed out. His knees were shaking. He sat on the bed, calming
himself before getting undressed. He found a pair of soft, cotton pajamas in one
of the drawers. He climbed into bed, relishing the soft sheets and soft quilt
that was upon it. Such luxury from a cot with a scratchy wool blanket. Ensuring
his alarm was set, he turned off the light and went to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, Mulder did what he was told, and got Krycek ready. Silently, he
dressed him, then Krycek left, leaving Mulder feeling empty and alone. Throughout
the day, Mulder busied himself by making minor repairs to Krycek's uniforms and
shuffling some papers in the study. Ingrid brought breakfast and lunch up to his
little room. She did not reply when Mulder said, "Thank you."

Krycek did not have such a good day. He sighed to himself as he sat in the back
of his car, the driver taking him home. Things were not going well at all. The
Americans were advancing from the west, the Russians from the east. Italy was a
lost cause. It was going to be over, and over soon. Krycek didn't want to be
caught when either side rolled into town. Especially the Russians. His name was
notorious throughout their ranks for his exploits through Poland and the Czech
Republic. How many Russians had he killed with his own hands? That wasn't
important right now. Getting out of Germany, that was important. He had met a man
today who could get him on a boat to South America. It would cost an enormous
amount of money, but that was not important either. He had to leave. He had
nothing to stay for anyway. Germany was his home, but he could learn to love
another country just as much. Being alive would help.

Suddenly, his door swung open, and he realized he was home. He got out of the car
and walked in the house, where he was met by Ingrid.

"Have supper in my study for us in an hour."

"Yes, sir."

"How was he today? What did he do?"

"He mended your uniforms, polished your boots. He has been in the study for most
of the afternoon."

"Good. I want the other staff, particularly Georg to stay away from him. Lt.
Mulder is a special case; he needs special care."

"Yes, sir."

Krycek turned and went up the stairs to the study where he found Mulder reading a
book.

"Ah, you have found something you like, then?"

Mulder jumped out of his seat, the book falling to the floor. "I, I was waiting
foráI didn't know what to do next."

Krycek smiled at Mulder. "You can take my hat and my coat when I come home."

Mulder picked up his crutch and hobbled over to take the heavy, leather coat and
black hat from Krycek, hanging the coat in the wardrobe. He took a small brush
and brushed the wool of the hat, removing any lint that was there.

Krycek beamed. "You learn quickly, I like that. Now tell me, what were you
reading?"

"Dickens. Great Expectations."

"Hmmmm. That book is verboten, but it is in my library." Krycek laughed. "It's a
good thing you and I are the only ones who read English in this house."

Krycek settled down in his chair behind the desk and began opening his mail. He
noticed how organized everything was. Mulder had done a good job. "You may
continue to read your book, Lt. Mulder. There is about an hour or so before
supper."

"Thank you." Mulder eased himself into the chair again and picked the book up off
the floor.

Silently, both men read, Krycek making a few phone calls. He kept his voice low,
knowing the American could not understand German anyway.

Supper was uneventful. They ate, then Krycek put a record on the player, which
they listened to until it was time to go to bed.

They walked down the hall together, Mulder leaned on his crutch as they stopped
at his door. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Lt. Mulder."

Mulder shut the door of his little room behind him and got undressed. The pajamas
were folded on top of his pillow, where he left them this morning. Everything was
neat and tidy. All he did all day was tidy, //I'm nothing more than a glorified
chamber maid.// Then there was a knock on the door that connected his room to
Krycek's.

Mulder opened the door to reveal Krycek in his dressing gown. Mulder's heart
started to pound as Krycek brushed past him and put a key in the lock to the door
leading to the hallway.

Krycek locked the door and gave Mulder the key. "This is your key. Keep it on you
at all times. Make sure your door, my door, and the door from the bathroom
leading to the hallway are locked every night. We do not want unnecessary
disturbances." He then motioned for Mulder to get to work.

Mulder nodded and grabbed his crutch, moving into the rooms, locking the doors.
When he got back to the bedroom, he found Krycek waiting for him on the bed, clad
in only his robe. Mulder could feel his cock stiffen as he moved tentatively
towards the bed.

"Come, Mulder. Join me, here." Krycek patted the mattress beside him.

Mulder climbed up beside the German, noticing his erection tenting the robe.

Krycek reached out and caressed Mulder's face. "I want to make love to you, Lt.
Mulderá"

"Fox."

"Fox?" Krycek smiled. "That is your name, I forgot. Mine is Alexander. You may
call me Alex, but only here, only when you are in bed with me. It will be
Sturmbahnfuehrer Krycek the rest of the time."

Mulder just nodded. He could feel his cock weeping pre-cum onto the fabric of his
pajamas.

Krycek brought Mulder in for a kiss, tender lips pressed against his own. He lay
Mulder down on the bed, not breaking the kiss, not wanting to lose contact.
Finally, he broke away and undid Mulder's pajama top. He removed it quickly then
undid the drawstring on the bottoms. He smiled as Mulder gasped when Krycek
slowly pulled them down and off. Mulder's cock stood at attention, and a spot of
pre-cum glistened at the tip. Krycek could not resist and bent down to lap the
fluid up with the tip of his tongue. His hand reached up to caress Mulder's
chest.

Mulder arched his back into Krycek's touch and moaned. Once again the tenderness
overwhelmed him. Suddenly, the tongue and hand left him. Mulder opened his eyes
to see Krycek removing his robe, his cock jutting out before him.

Krycek lay down beside Mulder and caressed his face again before bringing their
lips together. Krycek's tongue slid past Mulder's lips, tasting the warm interior
before leaving and snaking a trail down his jaw to his neck.

Mulder sighed as Krycek licked a trail down Mulder's neck and stopped at his
collarbone.

Krycek positioned himself so their erections rubbed together, the smooth skin
sliding across each other. He bent his head down and sucked on one of Mulder's
nipples, biting and nipping at the perimeter. His hand went up to tease the
other, bringing it to hardness.

Mulder moved his hands across Krycek's back, feeling the taut muscles underneath.
He gasped for breath when Krycek bit down gently on his left nipple. This felt so
good, so good. Nothing else mattered but them right now, not the war, nothing.

Krycek's mouth kissed and licked down the remainder of Mulder's body, pausing to
tease his navel for a minute. He pressed his face into Mulder's belly, the fine
hairs like silk under his cheek. He continued his journey until he reached the
brown curls at Mulder's groin. They smelled of his musk and arousal. Krycek
nuzzled Mulder's erection with his chin before licking up and down the shaft.

Mulder was shaking again. He had never felt this good before, so protected. He
twisted the sheets in his hands as he felt Krycek's mouth engulf his cock.

Krycek sucked on Mulder's cock for a minute before pulling back, teasing the slit
in the top with his tongue. The other man shivered under him as he swirled his
tongue around and over the head again and again. He then snaked his tongue down
to Mulder's balls, taking them in his mouth, sucking on the fragile skin.

"Oh, yes, yes, oh Alex," Mulder whispered.

Mulder was quaking with emotion. No one had ever done this to him before. He
didn't know whether to laugh or cry, or both at the same time. He felt Krycek
pull off his balls and instinctively brought his knees up so Krycek could gain
better access for what he knew would happen next. A moan of pure ecstasy left
Mulder's lips as Krycek's tongue teased the opening to his ass. He nearly
shrieked when the tongue pushed inside.

Laughing, Krycek sat up and looked down at his lover. "You liked that? There is
more to come, my beautiful Fox."

Krycek reached over to the tin of lubricant that he had placed on the night table
beforehand. He scooped a small amount up with his fingers and placed them against
Mulder's puckered opening.

Mulder sighed and spread his legs wider. The fingers slid in easily, caressing
his prostate, bringing him harder, making him moan again and again.

Krycek removed his fingers, gaining a whimper from the man writhing on the bed.
He coated his cock liberally with the thick petroleum jelly before moving between
Mulder's legs. Slowly he entered into Mulder, gently imbedding himself into the
hot channel. Once he was fully inside Mulder, he leaned over and captured a long
kiss from him.

Mulder watched as Krycek pulled back from the kiss. Desire showed in his eyes,
not hate and hurt. He closed his eyes as Krycek wrapped his arms around him and
started moving in and out of him. Mulder wrapped his legs around Alex, joining
them together in a double embrace.

Krycek slowly pumped in and out of Mulder. He never knew this would feel so good,
so different. He felt something for this other man, this American. It was not
quite love, but a need.

Mulder peppered Krycek's shoulders with kisses as he felt him slide in and out of
him with ease. This was not rough sex, this was gentle lovemaking.

Krycek started to pump faster, he unwound himself from Mulder, stealing a kiss
before he sat back on his knees. He gathered Mulder's hips in his hands and
started thrusting into the other man, his eyes closed, head back, moans escaping
his lips.

"My Fox. You belong to me, mein schoener Fox."

Mulder also closed his eyes as Krycek slammed into him, he opened them when he
felt one of Krycek's hands close around his cock. It didn't take long before
Mulder shot long streams of cum out and onto his own chest.

Krycek opened his mouth and let out a long moan as he came, thrusting a few more
times to milk his cock. He collapsed on top of Mulder, his chest heaving. He then
rolled to the side and looked at his companion. "Why don't you get something to
clean us up?"

Mulder froze. Did he want him to lick them clean? Panic swept through Mulder but
subsided as Krycek spoke again.

"There should be towels in the bathroom."

Mulder let out a sigh of relief as he rolled off the bed and went into the
bathroom. A minute later, he came back with a damp towel and wiped them both off,
paying special attention to removing the lubricant.. When he was finished, he
climbed back into bed and into Krycek's arms, where he dozed for awhile.
Suddenly, a hand was shaking him awake.

"Come, Mulder wake up. They cannot find you here. You have to go to your own
bed."

Mulder propped himself up on an elbow and looked at Krycek. "The doors are
locked."

Krycek shook his head. "If I get an urgent call in the middle of the night, I do
not want them to find us like this." He reached out and stroked Mulder's chin. "I
am sorry."

Mulder got out of Krycek's bed and put his pajamas back on before returning to
his own room, shutting the door behind him. He got into his own bed, checked the
clock, then fell asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He could hear screamingáscreaming, he was screaming. No, he wasn't screaming, but
someone else was screaming. Mulder sat bolt upright in bed. It was Krycek.
Mulder's heart pounded as he opened the adjoining door and turned on one of the
lamps. Krycek was thrashing about on the bed.

Mulder reached over and shook Krycek's shoulder. "Wake up, you're having a
nightmare."

"Trudi! No, not my Trudi!" Suddenly Krycek was awake and realized where he was.
Sobs wracked his body and tears started to flow from his eyes as he remembered
the dream.

Mulder bit his lower lip then sat on the bed beside Krycek. He reached over and
stroked his short, dark hair "What is it?"

Krycek grabbed onto Mulder and held him tight, the only sounds coming from his
mouth at that moment were sobs of pain.

Mulder brought his legs up on the bed and wrapped his arms around Krycek. He
began rocking him, kissing the top of his head. He had never seen him so
vulnerable, so scared. Krycek was always the man to be feared, the man in charge.
Finally, Krycek's sobs subsided, and he began to calm down.

Krycek felt Mulder's strong arms around him and held on to him tighter. Whenever
he had this nightmare alone, he would shake for hours, his knees drawn up to his
chest, shivering under a mountain of blankets.

Mulder kissed the top of Krycek's head again and continued to stroke his hair.
"Who's Trudi?"

Krycek took a deep breath and let it out shakily, then sat up. Tear tracks
stained his cheeks, his nose was red and his cheeks puffy.

Mulder leaned back against the pillows and motioned for Krycek to come into his
embrace. Krycek laid his head on Mulder's chest, feeling the warmth of the other
man's body beneath him.

"Trudi isáwas my daughter." Krycek took another breath before continuing. "At the
start of the war, I lived in a small town on the border with Poland called
Danzig. I was running the family business that my father had left me the year
before. I had gone to University to learn business, graduating five years before.
I was married and had a daughter. I went to Berlin on business for a week and
while I was there, heard of the fighting along the Polish border. I got the first
train out of Berlin and rushed home as fast as I couldá"

Krycek started to cry again. Mulder rocked him in his arms and caressed him until
he calmed down again.

"When I got home, I found it was gone. Everything was gone. The Polish cavalry
had swept in and destroyed most of the town. By the time I arrived, the German
army had come in to push the Poles back. There were bodies everywhere. I ran to
where my home was and saw it burnt to the ground. Everything Gretchen and I had
worked for was destroyed. And my Trudiámy little Trudiáher small body was under
there, somewhere. When we finally found her, she was so battered, soá" Krycek
broke away again and sobbed into Mulder's chest. "She was only four years old."

A tear slid down Mulder's cheek as he listened to Krycek tell his story. He
remembered how his own father had been killed a few years ago, his ship sunk by a
German U-Boat. His mother had gone mad soon after that, retreating into her own
world where no one could reach her, the death of his father bringing back all the
pain from his sister's death when he was eleven, from polio. He closed his eyes
and held Krycek tighter, both men lost in their grief.

Krycek had calmed down enough to resume his story. "I buried them together,
Mother and Daughter, at peace with each other. Then I joined the army. I wanted
to get even, to show them that they could not stop me. I wanted revenge and I got
it, over and over again. Now it'sá" Krycek bit his tongue, no, he could not tell
this American everything, it was too dangerous. He sighed, it was if a weight had
been lifted off of his shoulders, to confess his feelings to someone. Krycek felt
warm and aroused; Mulder was kissing his shoulder. Krycek moved up to face him
and kissed him on the lips.

Mulder returned the kiss and rolled them over so Krycek was underneath him. He
moved down the other man's body, for the first time realizing he was naked. He
licked the flat, brown nipples, gaining a sigh from Krycek. Down he went, further
until he reached his hard erection. Gently, Mulder pulled the foreskin back and
put his mouth on the soft skin, moving down, engulfing him with his mouth. He
sucked hard and strong, bringing Krycek off quickly, ensuring to lap up the last
drops of cum.

He moved up and kissed Krycek on the mouth, his tongue entering, sharing the
taste. He smiled at the German and caressed his face once more. "I have to go."

Krycek swallowed. "Yes, you should go," he whispered. He wanted Mulder to stay
the night with him and hold him in his arms, but he knew the dangers of such
things. Reluctantly, he let him go, watching as Mulder went out the adjoining
door which closed behind him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next few weeks were spent in much the same way. Mulder would take care of the
small details while Krycek ran his prison. That's what it looked like to Mulder
anyway. In fact, Krycek spent most of the time trying to organize passage for
himself to South America. He had to wait until February to actually leave, which
did not sit well with him, but he accepted it. He told no one and carried his
secret in the pit of his stomach, where it would cause him much painful grief and
the inability to eat Ingrid's Sauerbraten.

At night, Krycek would take Mulder to his bed, sweetly exploring his body,
bringing him to a higher plain of passion each time they met. Although he
sometimes missed the taste of Mulder's blood in his mouth, this tenderness was
pleasurable in its own way too. He ached to hold Mulder all night in his arms, to
wake with him at his side. //It is foolish to think this way//, he told himself.
They would never be left completely alone.

After the bombing of Berlin, Krycek knew he had to leave Germany and leave very
soon. The Allies were everywhere, advancing, yet the Reich was in denial. Things
went on as usual despite destruction everywhere. Meetings were held, parties were
planned. The Fuehrer held elaborate dinners and receptions in his bunker, as if
the Americans or Russians did not exist. Krycek knew Hitler was crazy but didn't
say a word. He went along with their stupid ideas to keep himself alive.

When the bombs were falling on Berlin, he and his household staff ran down to the
bomb shelter and waited. It was if an earthquake was shaking them. They sat
together in the dark room, waiting for the tremors to stop. The young maid was
crying, Ingrid praying to Jesus Christ to save them all. Krycek himself trembled,
grateful for the pitch blackness of the shelter so his staff would not see that
he was scared. How he wanted to reach over and hold Mulder, caress him, tell him
it would be all right. It must have been strange for him, hiding from his own Air
Force, his friends, hoping he would not get killed by one of his own bombs. He
felt Mulder's fingers close over his in the darkness, secure in the knowledge
that no one could see them. Krycek knew he should not allow it, but he needed the
comfort of Mulder's touch as much as the other man did. He had never liked total
darkness. He turned his hand over to clasp Mulder's. They sat like that until the
all-clear was signaled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Now he was on his way home from a day at Headquarters. His prison had been
completely destroyed by a bomb, killing most of the prisoners. The only
consolation was that the idiot guards were killed as well. A shudder went through
him as he thought of Mulder and how if he had still been there, he would have
been killed.

Krycek watched as his driver picked his way through the rubble that still
remained from the raid over a week ago, turning up roads that were no longer
there. He had gotten the word that tonight was the night to leave Berlin for his
journey to the coast. A few more hours and it would all be over. He would start a
new life, somewhere else.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

That afternoon, Mulder was in the study, dusting books when a young man came in.
He was stocky, with blonde hair and brown eyes. Mulder had not seen any other
staff besides Ingrid and the maid, save for that frantic run to the bomb shelter
last week. He didn't know who this was.

"Can I help you?" Mulder said, turning to look at him. His ankle was better now,
enough so that he could put shoes on and walk. He did still need the crutch from
time to time though when the pain flared up. He also kept the bandage on for
support.

"Amerikaner." That was the only word he said. The young man crossed his arms in
front of him and glared at Mulder.

Mulder stiffened and watched with fear as the man approached him. Mulder wondered
if this was one of the guards that were posted outside the gates to the house. He
was certainly old enough to be in the army. Maybe he was a prisoner as well?

"Can I help you?" Mulder said again. The young man was standing right in front of
him.

"Amerikaner," the young man said then spat on his shoes. Then he swung and hit
Mulder square in the mouth, splitting his lip.

Mulder fell back against the bookcase, his ankle twisting but held in place by
the thick bandage. He looked at the other man advancing on him again. Mulder was
afraid of what would happen to him if he injured a German, but the blonde seemed
determined to hurt him. He was left with no choice and swung at him and caught
him on the side of the jaw.

The blonde shook it off and came at him again. Mulder moved out of the way, the
blow coming in contact with his shoulder.

"Wait, what are you doing? Who are you?" Mulder looked at the mindless hatred in
the young man's eyes. This scared him. It wasn't even really directed at him
since the German didn't know him, but that wouldn't stop the young man from
killing him. He could see the desire to kill in his eyes. "Who are you?" Mulder
asked again.

Another punch came, this time in the kidneys. Mulder slumped to the floor in
pain. The man kept punching and kicking Mulder, screaming in German. Mulder put
his hands up to try to shield himself from blows, without much success. He had to
get out of there, had to defend himself. He clawed at the floor, dragging himself
a few inches, trying to get away. The punches and kicks made him groan in pain.

"Please stop, I don't even know you. Stop, I'm begging you." Mulder's pleas fell
on deaf ears.

Finally, Mulder's grasping hand came upon something - the crutch. Using all of
his strength, he swung the crutch up and hit the young man in the belly, knocking
the wind out of him. He smacked him again with the crutch, this time in the head.
Adrenaline shot through his veins as Mulder used all his strength to stand and
hop out of the room on his good foot.

In a panic, Mulder hopped down the corridor to his room, not daring to look back.
His ankle was sore, his sides ached, blood was dripping into his eye. He slammed
the door behind him and locked it, then locked the doors to Krycek's room and the
bathroom. He cowered in the corner, ready for the younger man to break down his
door and continue beating him. Sweat prickled all over his body, and he was
shaking. An hour later, when the young man still had not come, Mulder crawled
onto his bed, brought his knees up to his chest and started sobbing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Krycek got home late. He should have just walked; it would have taken the same
amount of time. It was nearly dark when he walked into the front door, to be met
by a frantic Ingrid.

"Sturmbahnfuehrer Krycek, there has been an incident."

"What do you mean?"

"Georg got in the house. I saw him coming down the back stairs with blood
dripping from a cut in his head. He must have confronted the American. I went up
to see if he was well, but his door was locked."

The vein in Krycek's forehead began to throb. He knew he should have never taken
that fucking psycho in. Georg had been deemed unfit for the military; he was too
violent, even for the Third Reich.. The guards were supposed to keep the back
door locked, keep Georg out of the house. He was to do yard maintenance only.

"Where is Georg now?"

"He is in his quarters, behind the house."

"He did not run?"

"Georg is proud of whatever he did to the American."

Krycek took a deep breath, using every ounce of will he had to keep calm, and
looked at Ingrid. "I will deal with Georg after I see what has happened to
Mulder. In the mean time, prepare supper for us. We will take it in my room."

Ingrid looked at the floor then back up at Krycek. "Herr Oberst, there was no
meat today. No milk either. The delivery man said that the supply lines have been
cut off and the Americans are advancing. Is this true?"

Krycek smiled, "Ingrid, you know better than to ask questions like that. The
Reich will win this war, I promise you." He put his hand on her shoulder. "As for
supper, any food will be good."

Ingrid gave him a weak smile then walked away. Krycek sighed, he knew she was
right, but he could not have his staff in a panic, thinking they were losing the
war. He shook his head, now he had to find Mulder and see what that idiot Georg
had done.

He ran up the stairs to the study. The crutch lay broken on the floor, and a
trail of blood led from the room down the hall to the back stairs. His heart
began to race. Quickly, he strode down to Mulder's room, frantically dug out his
key and unlocked the door. He flung it open to reveal a shivering Mulder, curled
up on his bed. He carefully walked over to the trembling man and turned the lamp
on. He sucked in his breath when he saw the large cut above his eye, which had
bled onto the pillow. Krycek gently untucked, then lifted Mulder's shirt to
reveal the bruises that he knew were there.

"Georg," he whispered before taking a deep breath. "Mulder, who did this to you?
Who touched you?"

"I don't know. He was a young man with blonde hair and brown eyesáhe was wearing
a blue shirtá"

//It *was* Georg.// "Stay here, do not move."

Krycek stomped out of Mulder's room and down the hallway to the staircase, his
leather coat flapping behind him. He flew down the stairs and out the back door
to the servant's quarters. He found Georg, in his room, smoking a cigarette. The
young man jumped as Krycek kicked the door open. Just as Ingrid said, he had a
large cut on the side of his head. His blonde hair was stained red and brown from
the drying blood.

Georg stood to greet Krycek when a slap nearly took his head off.

"You are a dead man." Krycek said, his low voice like molten lead coming out of
his mouth. "You have touched *my* property. You have *damaged* my property."

He grabbed Georg by the hair and dragged him down the hallway and outside to the
snow in the back garden.

"But, Sturmbahnfuehrer Krycek, he is just an American. Just a little Hund."

Krycek smacked Georg again, and the young man fell to his knees. Krycek loomed
over him, wishing he had his riding crop with him. No, he was glad he did not. He
would not touch this offal with the crop that he had used on Mulder. It was too
good for him. Instead, he kicked Georg in the side, watching as pain washed over
his face.

"He is mine! He belongs to me! No one else is allowed toá" //touch// "ábeatá"
//love// "áhim but me! He is my property!" //friend// Krycek punctuated each word
with another kick, drawing breathless groans of pain from the man on the ground.

"He is an American Hund! He is schwein!"

Krycek kicked Georg in the side again, watching him writhe in pain. Krycek's face
was red, sweat pouring off of him, despite the bitter cold. In a blind rage, he
kicked and beat the other man before pulling his pistol and finishing him off. He
looked down at the blood darkening the snow in the faint twilight. Had this been
daytime, a bright red stain would have been seen spreading out from where the
bullet entered George's skull. He stood there for a minute before he realized
what he had done. He had killed people before, but it was different now. It had
no meaning anymore; it wasn't for a cause, or for the war, it was all for
nothing. Georg hadn't even felt his death; Krycek had long since beaten him into
unconsciousness. He stared at the body with flat, emotionless eyes. //What have I
become?// Krycek slowly turned and went into the house.

No one was waiting for him inside the house as he shut the heavy door behind him.
The staff knew better. When Krycek was in one of his moods, anyone could fall
victim to a bullet. He remembered the housekeeper he and his family had had in
Danzig. She had teased him when he was too serious and made him cocoa when he
came home from a trip. She had been part of their family. How had he gone from
that man, one who brought little gifts home from business trips for his
housekeeper, to one who killed without feeling anything? Slowly, he made his way
upstairs and to his room, throwing his leather coat and hat on a chair before
going back to Mulder. He noticed Ingrid had left a tray of various cold foods on
his side table. There was a bottle of wine as well.

Mulder was still on his bed, curled up in a little ball. The cut above his eye
had stopped bleeding but would bruise and be sore for awhile.

Krycek sat on the edge of Mulder's bed and started caressing his hair. Noticing
he still had his gloves on, he took them off. He wanted to touch him with his
bare hands. He lay down on the bed beside Mulder and held him close, dry-eyed
despite his horror at himself. He wished he could cry; at least then he would
know that he was still human, not some kind of monster. //This is going to be
over soon, no more hurting, no more pain. When I get on that ship, this will all
be over.//

Mulder turned to face Krycek, his split lip throbbing. He saw the sadness in his
companion's eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sick of this. Sick of war, sick of violence and hate."

Mulder just nodded and snuggled into Krycek's shoulder. They lay there, trembling
in each other's arms for a long time before Krycek got up.

"Come, let's have a bath. It will help you feel better."

Mulder swung his legs over the sides of the bed. He could stand on both feet, his
ankle only hurting a little bit, the bandage having saved him from breaking or
spraining it again. He followed Krycek to the bathroom, ensuring to lock all the
doors along the way. He stood before him, seeing that his eyes still looked so
sad. Mulder reached out and caressed his face, down the stubbled cheeks and to
his jaw. He began taking off the iron cross when Krycek's hand came up and ripped
it off of his neck, flinging it in a corner, where it landed with a thud and a
metallic clang. Mulder did not question his action, instead he kept undressing
Krycek, unbuttoning his jacket, then his shirt, removing his tie, taking off his
boots and trousers, until he was completely naked.

Mulder stood back and looked at Krycek. He was beautiful. His frame was larger
than his own but just as muscular. His thick cock was growing with arousal.

Krycek watched with anticipation as Mulder undressed himself. He needed him,
needed to feel him, to touch him. Large bruises covered his torso and buttocks,
making Krycek turn away for a second. Tears of rage sprang to his eyes as he saw
what Georg had done to his lover. He wished he could kill the bastard again for
this. He'd died too quickly, too easily. When Mulder was naked, he reached out
and embraced him gently, running his hands over the purple blotched skin.

"I am so sorry. I should have got rid of him a long time ago." Krycek kissed
Mulder who winced at the pain in his lip.

"How were you to know?"

"I knew Georg hated Americans; I should have gotten rid of him before I brought
you here. I am sorry you were hurt because I did not take adequate precautions.
He was unfit for the army, so the Reich sent him to work here." Krycek shook his
head in regret. "He must have been watching to see a breach in the guard watch.
One of them was killed last week, and his replacement is unreliable, he leaves
his post on a regular basis. Georg saw his chance and took it."

Mulder frowned. He didn't like how people hated him because he was American.
Couldn't they see that they wanted to help end the war? Although he supposed it
was understandable since to do that, they would have to defeat Germany. If
someone was trying to beat his country down, he'd probably hate them too.

"Let's not worry about that now. Let's have our bath." Krycek tilted Mulder's
head up to meet his gaze then smiled before planting a kiss on his forehead.
Despite his headache from the injuries Georg had inflicted on him, Mulder leaned
into the kiss, enjoying the comfort of a touch that wasn't intended to hurt him.

Krycek turned the taps on to fill the tub with water. He motioned for Mulder to
sit on the chair while he looked at his ankle. Slowly Krycek unwrapped the limb,
revealing no new swelling or bruising.

"It looks fine." Krycek took advantage of his position and kissed the inside
Mulder's thighs, bringing a sigh from above. Smiling, Krycek stood and turned the
taps off above the nearly full tub.

They eased themselves into the water, both men letting out a groan as the hot
water enveloped their bodies. As their ritual, one after another they washed each
other, the sponge caressing their skin, teasing the sensitive parts. After they
were clean, Krycek held Mulder in his arms, nuzzling the back of his head,
kissing his shoulders until the water grew cold.

Krycek got out of the tub first, dried himself, put on his robe, then helped
Mulder out of the bath. Gently, Krycek dried Mulder, placing kisses on the
bruises and scars that marked his body. While the bruises placed there by Georg
enraged him, he felt a certain sense of pride that he himself was responsible for
all the scars. They showed his ownership of this man, and no one, Mulder
included, would ever be able to deny it. When he was satisfied, he led Mulder to
the chair in the corner and wrapped his ankle again before bundling him up in a
robe of his own.

"Are you hungry?" Krycek smoothed Mulder's hair back.

"Yes."

"Come, let's eat."

They sat at the small table, and Krycek poured the wine while Mulder tried to
take a bite of bread. His mouth hurt too much. He put the bread down and settled
for a sip of wine instead.

"You have to take small bites, like this." Krycek broke off a small piece of
cheese and put it up to Mulder's lips. Mulder's tongue snaked out to take the
morsel of food from Krycek's fingers. Krycek grinned and took a tiny piece of
bread and dipped it in some blueberry preserves, before holding it up to Mulder's
mouth.

Mulder reached out with his tongue and took the sweet tidbit from Krycek's
fingers, licking them as he did so.

Bit after bit of food was fed to Mulder this way, Krycek making sure he had a
full belly before starting to eat himself. He looked at his lover, who was
sitting back in his chair, robe open to his thighs, drinking a glass of wine.

Krycek's cock was tenting his robe, throbbing, wanting the other man. He knew,
however, that he had better eat something now because it would probably be a long
time before he ate again. After he was full, he moved to the bed, motioning for
Mulder to join him. They lay there, Mulder's head on his chest, caressing each
other until he could stand it no longer.

Very gently, he kissed Mulder on the mouth, not wanting to reopen the wound
placed there by another man, then down his chin and neck. He wrapped his arms
around his lover and held on to him, sucking and licking the skin.

Slowly, he moved down to Mulder's nipples. The hardened buds stretched as he
pulled on them with his lips and his teeth.

Mulder wove his fingers through Krycek's short hair and let out a moan as his
nipples were played with. His cock was aching for this man.

Krycek moved down to Mulder's hardness, lapping up the spot of pre cum on the
tip. He then lay his head down on Mulder's thigh and closed his eyes. Mulder's
smell was intoxicating; it was the smell of pure man and sex. He opened his eyes
and kissed the tip of Mulder's penis before moving upwards.

"Love me, Fox." Krycek said as he kissed up Mulder's body to his lips. "I want
you to make love to me." Krycek gently kissed Mulder, careful of his cut. If this
might be the last time they were together, Krycek wanted to experience
everything.

Mulder was pleasantly shocked. The only time he had ever penetrated the German
was that dayáthat horrible day when he had turned the tables and raped him. He
couldn't believe that Krycek would allow him to take him after that. But he was
thrilled and eager to comply.

Krycek rolled over on his back and caressed Mulder's swollen jaw with the tip of
his fingers. "Please, Fox."

Mulder rolled over on top of Krycek and held him for a moment before moving down
between his legs. He brought his knees up and moved them apart to get his lover
ready. Mulder reached over to the familiar tin of petroleum jelly on the table.
He coated two fingers and gently entered them into Krycek, gaining a sigh from
him. He worked the fingers around, stretching the hole wider until Krycek was
thrusting against them.

"Please Fox, my beautiful Fox, love me."

Mulder slicked up his cock with the jelly and began to enter Krycek very slowly.
The tightness of his ass was incredible. Krycek tried to push himself onto
Mulder's cock, but Mulder put his hand on his partner's chest to stop him.

"Patience, Alex. I don't want this to be over too soon." Mulder bent down and
planted a breath of a kiss on the soft hairs that covered his belly.

Krycek stopped pushing against Mulder's cock. He was right, he wanted this to
last forever. Slowly, Mulder entered him, one agonizing inch at a time until he
was finally buried inside. Krycek sighed with pleasure at the feeling of
fullness. Although he had experimented with other male lovers when he was young,
before he married, Mulder was the only man he'd ever allowed inside him.
Something about this man just made him want him like he'd never wanted anyone
before.

Mulder leaned over and kissed Krycek's belly again before starting to move back
and forth inside the hot, tight channel. He leaned over and wrapped Krycek in his
arms, while Krycek's legs came around his lower back. So many times they had been
in this position, but in reverse.

Krycek kissed Mulder's neck and shoulders, wanting to kiss his mouth, but he knew
that he would hurt his lip if he did.

It was as if time had stopped. Mulder thrust into Krycek, moving his hips from
side to side, gaining groans and sighs. Krycek's cock was trapped between them,
the hardness leaking fluid out of the tip onto both of their bellies. Mulder
started to pump faster, his cock hitting Krycek's prostate, making him whimper
and mew like a kitten.

Krycek gasped as Mulder leaned up then reached down to grab his cock. He came
immediately with a shout, his hands clutching and grasping at Mulder's shoulders,
digging his fingers into the fresh bruises.

The pleasure and pain sent Mulder flying over the edge into oblivion. He pumped
hard, letting out a cry of joy, milking his cock of his seed. When he could go no
further, he collapsed on top of Krycek, moaning again as his cock still shot
fluid into his lover.

They stayed joined until Mulder fell out of Krycek with a whimper. Mulder reached
over for the towel and cleaned them both up, Krycek peppering whatever flesh he
could reach with kisses.

Finally, they came to hold each other in their arms, nuzzling each other,
spreading light kisses over shoulders and chests before they dozed off.

Krycek feigned sleep as he felt Mulder brush his lips against his cheek and
return to sleep the rest of the night in his own bed. Again he wished that just
once they could have spent the entire night together in his bed, holding each
other against the bad dreams. But it wasn't to be. When the door was closed
between their rooms, Krycek waited a few minutes, then silently got out of bed
and got dressed. Civilian clothes under his uniform, leather coat and hat. From
behind a hidden panel inside his wardrobe, he pulled out a small bag, packed,
ready and waiting for this moment. He checked his pistol and made sure he had
plenty of extra bullets along with a spare and the knives he had been so
proficient with in his youth. Then he collected the leftover food from the tray
and put that in a handkerchief, stuffing it in a side compartment of the bag . It
was actually fortunate that they'd had a cold supper. It would travel better and
last longer.

He went into Mulder's small room, the pale light from the doorway showing him to
be sleeping. Quietly, Krycek walked over and stood over his sleeping lover,
watching his chest rise and fall with his breaths. It was time to go. He breathed
in deeply then out again before bending over and kissing Mulder on the forehead.
A tear slid down his cheek as he turned and left the room for good.

To be continued.

Rating: NC-17 for bad language, violence and m/m sex. Orithain may be reached at
orithain@aol.com Nicole at oscar204@aol.com

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: They don't belong to us, they belong to Chris Carter, 1013
Productions and Fox. Please don't sue us.

****Warning: Violence, nonconsensual sex, along with general Nazi nastiness. A
squick for bloodletting.****

Comments: If you like our usual schmoop, you're not going to find it in this
series. This is pretty heavy stuff, don't say we didn't warn you.

Interrogation V: Sinking Ship

by Nicole S and Orithain

Alex Krycek blinked another tear from his eye as he shut the door that joined his
room with Mulder's. He shakily drew in his breath and let it out as he picked up
the bag and turned to leave his room. The ringing phone just stopped his hand
from turning the doorknob. It startled him, and he gave a little jump. He debated
whether to answer it for an instant before picking it up.

"Yes?"

"Krycek, you're awake?"

Krycek swallowed, "Yes, who needs sleep?"

Oberbahnfuehrer Skinnner laughed haltingly, "Apparently not the Americans."

"What do you mean?"

"Dresden is in flames; the whole city is in ruins from the carpet bombing from
the Americans."

The colour drained from Krycek's face. "Shit," he whispered.

"We have to take action, Krycek. Start with killing your American pet. Kill him
for the people in Dresden."

Krycek's voice caught in the back of his throat, but he was able to speak after a
minute.

"Kill the American?"

"He is the only prisoner you have, yes?"

"Yes."

"Krycek, we are exterminating all prisoners. In all the camps, the prisons, as
many as we can. These Allies think they can defeat us? Well, they may be able to
overrun our country, but it will be a Pyrrhic victory. When they get here, they
will find all the vermin their soft hearts wanted to save already dead. Don't
forget to burn the body."

A shock ran through his body, and he bit his lip to keep from screaming. Skinner
continued.

"After you have done that, why don't you come by headquarters? We will have a
little party to celebrate the death of the American dog."

"Party?"

"Well, it's been going on all night, but we need a new excuse. You will come?"

His stomach twisted at the thought of having a party for killing his lover. "I
will be there," he said through clenched teeth. "Although it may take me some
little while. I don't want the American to die too quickly." Even though it
nauseated him to even think about hurting his Fox that way, Krycek knew that his
fellow officer would have no trouble believing it of him. And that would keep him
from looking for him too soon. He needed time to get away.

"Excellent. I will see you when you get here."

He hung up the phone without saying goodbye or the obligatory Heil Hitler. He
stared into space for a few minutes before moving again. They wanted him to kill
his Fox? His liebchen? He had hoped that if he just left, Mulder would be safe,
but now he knew he had to take him with him.

He took a deep breath before walking back over to the door that connected his
room with Mulder's. He went through the door and sat on the small bed, caressing
the golden brown hair with his leather-gloved hand before turning on the lamp.

"Mulder." He shook the sleeping man's shoulder. "Mulder, wake up."

Mulder blinked his eyes then opened them. He frowned when he saw Krycek dressed
then sat up. "Where are you going? Did I oversleep? What time is it?"

Krycek pressed a finger to Mulder's lips, "Ssshhh. It is the middle of the night.
Listen very carefully, Mulder, for what I am about to tell you will save your
life."

Mulder nodded.

"Now. I want you to get dressed and pack whatever you can carry in the small bag
that is in the bottom of your wardrobe. Dress warmly, layer your clothing. After
that, come into my room. Do this as quickly as possible. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good, now go."

Krycek left Mulder to get to work. It only took him a couple of minutes to get
ready, fingers flying over buttons, packing the bare essentials. His heart beat
fast as he went to meet Krycek in his room where there were more clothes laid out
for him on the bed.

"Take your shoes off, and put on these thick felt socks and the boots. The
Russian army wears these; they will keep you warm in very cold weather. Now, put
this sweater on - good. Here are some very warm mitts, lined with rabbit fur, a
balaclava and a fur hat. Put these in your bag until I tell you to put them on.
Here as well is a wool overcoat and hat. You will be my driver tonight. If anyone
asks you any questions, pretend your throat was injured in the war. Keep this
scarf wrapped around it," he said, handing Mulder a scarf, "Just point to your
throat, then to me. They'll get the idea. We don't want anyone to realize that
you don't speak German."

Krycek looked at Mulder, put his hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes.

"Mulder, I am going to be honest with you. Germany is under siege, and I...we
need to escape. If you want to come with me, I would like that very much. If not,
I'm afraid that you will be killed." Honesty forced him to add, "You'll probably
be able to join up with your own troops not far from Berlin. I won't stop you if
you want to go with them."

Mulder swallowed at the gravity of what Krycek just told him. He didn't want to
die, that was for sure, nor did he want to be separated from Krycek.

"I want to come with you, to be with you. I don't want you to leave me. I...I
think I love you." Mulder said it even though he was afraid of Krycek's reaction.
He didn't know if Krycek wanted his love, but he didn't think he had a choice any
more. He'd belonged to the German from the first time he touched him, and he
didn't want to change that now. He thought he might rather die than lose Alex.

A slight shock ran through Krycek's body at these words. Mulder had never said
anything like this before. Krycek smiled then kissed the American.

"I would not have left without you." He hugged Mulder close to his chest,
regretting that he ever thought of leaving Mulder behind. Remembering the task at
hand, he broke away and smiled at Mulder, "Come, we must go."

They gathered their meager possessions, Mulder carrying both bags. Swiftly and
quietly, they made their way down the stairs and out the door. Krycek gave Mulder
the keys to the car. He was just about to put the bags in the trunk when another
car pulled up behind them.

"Stay where you are," cautioned Krycek. He then turned to greet the vehicle.
Sturmbahnfuehrer Spender got out of the car.

"Spender, how nice to see you. Don't tell me we had a meeting this late?"

"No."

"Then what can I do for you? Why are you here?"

"Dresden is destroyed..."

"Yes, I know," Krycek cut him off. "Skinner just telephoned me. I was on my way
to headquarters to see if I could offer any assistance."

"I see. Why do you have your bags packed then? Going on vacation?"

"It's a little cold, even for the Riviera this time of year, Spender." Krycek
chuckled. "I knew it would be a long ordeal and decided to bunk at headquarters
for a few days, perhaps a week. It is such a pain driving out here to the house.
Not to mention becoming nearly impossible with all the damage the American bombs
are doing to the roads. It is dangerous as well."

"Not as dangerous as fleeing the country."

Krycek's expression did not falter; he did not flinch one bit. "What do you mean,
Spender?"

Spender pulled his pistol and aimed it at Krycek. "You. You are leaving the
country."

"Are you out of your mind? We have a war to fight. How could I possibly be
leaving the country?"

"That's not what I have heard."

"Don't you think that if I was going to leave, I would have gone by now?"

"Rats always leave the sinking ship."

"Come on, Spender, this is not funny anymore. It's cold, and I am growing
impatient with your accusations."

He motioned for Mulder to continue putting the bags in the trunk. Mulder
hesitantly moved towards the open trunk of the car.

"Stop," Spender said.

Mulder froze, cold sweat beginning to prickle on his back. He looked over at
Krycek who had a look in his eye that he knew all too well; someone was going to
pay for doing something wrong.

"Spender, this is bullshit! Put the pistol away, and I will forget this incident
ever happened."

Spender walked up to Krycek, holding his pistol on him the whole way.

"I know about you. I know what you are doing. You are betraying your country."

"I am not betraying anyone."

Mulder slammed the trunk to the car, causing Spender to look over at the noise.
In that split second, Krycek had Spender disarmed and kneeling on the ground.
Mulder ran over to the other car and dragged the driver out, holding him against
the car.

"Krycek, can we talk about this?" Spender sputtered.

"No. I am going to gain great pleasure by killing you, you cocksucking
asskisser." Krycek brought his hand up, knife glittering in the moonlight.
Silently, he yanked Spender's head back so their eyes met before slowly dragging
the knife across his neck. He held his head as the blood spurted then gushed out
into the white snow, maintaining eye contact the whole time. He did this, not
just to confirm death, but to confirm to the dying man who was killing him.
Finally, he threw the limp body forward to the ground.

He looked over at Mulder and the other driver, who stood horrified at the scene.

"You're next." Krycek pointed the knife at the driver.

"No. I'm just a driver, I'm nobody."

"You like to rape women. German women. No, I think you need to die. On your
knees."

"But, but, I was just doing my job."

"I don't care." This time, Krycek opted for the pistol he took from Spender,
shooting the driver through the back of the skull.

Mulder watched as Krycek cleaned off his knife in the snow before tucking it into
a sheath somewhere in the coat he wore. He put the pistol into a pocket.

"You get the bags and put them in the back seat; I will put the bodies in the
trunk. We might as well take Spender's car; it is warm."

Mulder did as he was told, sliding into the driver's seat of the car. He clenched
and unclenched his hands on the steering wheel. He had never been in combat, save
for dropping bombs from his plane. He knew his bombs had killed people, but he
had never been up close and personal to the action before.

The trunk slammed, and Krycek got in the back seat. His coat was covered in
blood.

"Drive northwest on the road to Hamburg; I will tell you when to turn and when to
stop. How is the petrol?"

"It's full."

"Good. Now drive."

Mulder backed the car out and started up the road in the direction Krycek told
him to go. Silently he drove, not asking questions, as he did not want to know
the answers. His heart was pounding, hoping there was not a roadblock along the
way with the bodies in the trunk. Just after Wittenberge, Mulder was told to turn
off onto a country road until they reached a barn. Mulder turned into the barn
and put the car in park. Sunlight was starting to peek over the hills at the
horizon.

Krycek got out of the car and motioned for Mulder to stay still. He sighed and
leaned his head back, stretching the muscles. He was surprised to see Krycek
wheel out a motorcycle with saddlebags along the sides.

Krycek came over to Mulder in the car. "Put the car in the barn, and bring the
bags."

Mulder did as he was told, grateful that they were rid of the bodies.

"Put on the balaclava and wear the warm mitts; it's going to be cold."

Mulder put on the woolen toque that covered his face, except for holes for his
eyes and mouth. The mitts were soft and warm.

Krycek himself donned a felt muffler and goggles that covered his eyes. Swiftly,
he stowed the small bags. Krycek had gotten rid of most of the blood from his
leather coat, brushing it off after it had dried. He swung one leg over the
motorcycle and kick started it. It let out a loud bang but started just the same.

Mulder got on the back of the bike and wrapped his arms around Krycek. His cock
stiffened at the feel of the feel of the hard, leather-clad body before him and
the engine between his legs. He put his head on the leather-covered shoulder and
closed his eyes as the motorcycle pulled onto the road.

~~~~~

They drove on through the day, the wind nipping and biting at their cheeks. They
encountered only two roadblocks on the road from Hamburg, Krycek easily talking
his way through them.

They were about 10 miles from Bremerhaven when the motorcycle began to sputter
and backfire. Krycek pulled off the road, and both men got off.

"I am afraid, Mulder, that we are out of petrol. There is no chance we will find
any; we need to walk the rest of the way. I think we should go through the woods,
so we do not encounter any troops along the road."

"I agree, it's probably safer." Mulder removed the balaclava from his face,
rolling it up so it just covered his head. It was a little warmer now than it had
been before.

Krycek looked at the long shadows of the late afternoon. "Let's find shelter and
camp for the night, I am tired. Tomorrow we will start out and make the rest of
the journey. The ship does not leave until afternoon; we should be able to make
it."

"Ship?"

"Yes, I've procured passage on a ship. We are going to South America. Come, let's
start walking."

Mulder stood on the spot, digesting the information Krycek just told him. While
he didn't want to be a prisoner anymore, he was not sure that he wanted to drop
out of sight completely. He had a home, a life in the United States, and now he
was expected to give all that up? He watched as Krycek pushed the motorcycle into
the woods to hide it. Did he want to abandon everything for this man? This man
who would have killed him two months ago? This man who raped him repeatedly, who
made him feel unbelievable pleasure, who bathed him, fed him when he was not
well.

A warm feeling started in the pit of Mulder's stomach. //I do love him. I don't
think I can live without him. Even if I did make it back to the States, I
couldn't be the same man I was. Yes, I want to be with him forever.//

"What? What is it? You are smiling," Krycek said as he looked back at Mulder.

"I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

Mulder walked ahead into the woods, making sure they had adequate coverage and
could not be seen from the road before answering. "About you. I was thinking
about you." Mulder put his hands on Krycek's shoulders and brought him in for a
kiss, his lips cold from the wind. He did not press too hard, as his lip still
hurt from his altercation yesterday.

Krycek grinned. "I see. We will have plenty of time for that later, my friend."

Both men turned and started walking through the woods to find some shelter.
Krycek found an abandoned lean- to about an hour later. Strong branches were
lashed together with twine, and soft moss covered the ground inside. There was a
circle of rocks in front of the lean-to, indicating a fire-pit. It had not been
used in some time.

"It is as if it was meant for us, hey, Mulder?"

"I think so."

"Thank god there is not much snow, or we would be shoveling. I will make a fire;
you prepare supper for us. You will find some leftovers from yesterday in my
bag."

Mulder got to work, finding the handkerchief with the bread, sausage, cheese and
preserves in the side pocket. Most of it was frozen, but once they got the fire
going, they could roast the sausage and toast the bread on sticks. He found the
metal water canteen; this was also partially frozen but would warm up by the
fire.

Krycek came back with a load of dry twigs, moss and branches. Soon they had a
small fire before them and were eating the food. Mulder found it hard to chew
with his wounds, and he had to break off small pieces barely big enough to
swallow.

"You are still hurting?"

"Yes."

"I should have killed that bastard more slowly. He had no right to touch you."

A shock ran through Mulder. "You killed him?"

"Yes. He was a menace, always bothering Ingrid; the maid was terrified of him. I
think he may have raped her once, but no one ever told me for sure, so I could
not take action."

Mulder still had a shocked look on his face. Krycek turned to him. "Mulder, if I
did not kill him, he would be dead by now anyway. The only reason why he lived so
long was because I took him in. Do not feel sorry for him; he was an animal."

Mulder took a deep breath. No one had ever done anything like that for him
before. That warm feeling ran through him again; deep down he was proud that
Krycek would protect him like that.

"He came at me with such hatred in his eyes. I didn't know who he was. I kept
asking him why he was doing those things to me."

"It's all over now, Mulder. Let us not think of the horrible things that have
happened, let's think of the good, hmmm? First things first."

Krycek stood and took off his leather coat and hat. He immediately threw the hat
onto the fire. He then plucked the silver adornments off of the coat, ripping the
rank and SS insignia off the collar as well. Everything went into the fire. When
he was finished with that, he handed the coat to Mulder. He then took off his
uniform; Mulder could see the civilian clothes underneath. He untucked the pants
and put the legs over the jackboots, giving the illusion that they were just
shoes. Krycek then put his leather coat on again and sat down. He began ripping
the uniform into strips of fabric to be used later. As with the coat, any
adornments went into the fire.

Mulder looked over at the transformation that had occurred. No longer were they
on opposite sides of the war; no longer was he the nazi who beat him and raped
him. He was now just a man. A man who wanted to help him escape this horrible
place. This man was not his enemy; this man was his lover.

"Oh yes," Krycek said as he picked up his bag. He brought out three packets of
papers. "These are your papers that we took off of you when you got captured."

Krycek handed him a packet that Mulder immediately put into his pocket. Somehow
having them back made him feel like he had his identity back as well.

"I want you to have this pistol and knife as well. You are going to need
protection in the woods." He handed Mulder the objects, which he also put into
his pockets.

Krycek held the other two packets of papers in his hands. He stared at the one in
his left hand before throwing it on the fire. His eyes glazed over for a minute
as he watched the paper burn, then a relieved smile crossed his face.

"Good bye Alexander." He turned to Mulder. "From now on, my name is Aleksei, and
I am Russian."

"You are, are you?" Mulder smirked, "I can't tell the difference."

Krycek laughed, "It is subtle."

"Do you at least speak Russian?"

"Of course! I spent years fighting them and interrogating them. I needed to know
the language."

Mulder watched Krycek stare off into space for a moment before he spoke.

"You know, up there, on the Russian front, it was hell. I was with the 62nd
Panzer Engineer Battalion in 1941, the coldest winter ever. We were not prepared;
we did not have winter gear. Our camouflage consisted of white sheets tied around
us." Krycek snorted and shook his head. "The nails in our jackboots made our feet
seem colder than blocks of ice. I stuffed the bottoms of mine with paper, rags,
anything to keep out the cold. We had this tube of wool that we used as a toque
and scarf. Our pistols froze, the tanks froze, the horses froze, it was -40 in
the sunshine. We had no idea what we were up against. Their troops were from
Siberia, trained to fight in the cold. They wore Valenki, which were felt boots
with felt socks, keeping their feet warm. They had a fur cap, fur mitts and a
white cotton camouflage oversuit which was worn over a quilted suit, keeping out
the wind. They sheltered in snowhouses lined with branches and topped by
tarpaulin, just like their homes in Siberia. They had low temperature oil in
their machines, and their submachine guns were winterized. Needless to say, they
kicked our asses. The lowliest day of my military career was retreating from the
Russians. It felt as if my whole world had collapsed."

Krycek stopped talking and shook his head again. "But I am not heeding my own
advice, am I? I am talking about bad things when we should be remembering the
good, looking towards the future."

He reached out and stroked Mulder's face, bringing him in for a kiss. "I am so
glad you are here." He kissed him harder, careful of the cut still on Mulder's
lip, his gloved hands running over the wool of the coat.

"I want you to feel happy, Mulder, I want you to feel good. Let me make you feel
good."

He pushed Mulder down on his back, caressing his cheek with leather fingertips.
He moved down and undid the bottom buttons of Mulder's overcoat. Pushing the
fabric back, he pulled the sweater up slightly and undid the trousers.

Mulder moaned in anticipation of what was going to happen next. He instantly
hardened as Krycek's mouth enveloped his cock. He squirmed in delight as Krycek's
tongue ran around the head and down, lapping him up then releasing him again and
again. Finally, Krycek started sucking with hard, long strokes. Mulder's hands
clenched inside his mitts, and he moaned louder. A few minutes later, he felt
release as he came inside his lover's mouth, arching up off the ground.

Krycek lapped up Mulder's fluid and licked him clean before returning his member
to his trousers. He smiled as he bundled Mulder up, bringing him up for a kiss.

"Thank you," Mulder said.

"You're welcome. Come, we should get some rest." Krycek put another branch on the
small fire and crawled back into the lean-to. He sat with his back braced against
the strong back wall of the shelter and opened his legs, inviting Mulder to sit
between them.

Mulder leaned back against Krycek, feeling his strong arms come around him. He
was tired; it had been an emotional couple of days. He snuggled his head back
into Krycek's shoulder before drifting off to sleep.

~~~~~~

Krycek awoke to the sound of footsteps outside the lean-to. He was about to
emerge when he heard voices.

"Someone's over here, in this shelter."

Krycek drew back, afraid. These were American voices. He heard the clap of a clip
being put into a machine gun. Mulder was gone. A wave of anger ran through him as
he thought of these people touching his Mulder.

"Come out, with your hands up."

Krycek remained inside for a few seconds before emerging with his hands up.

"Ne strelyaite!" Outside the lean-to were two American soldiers. They looked
Krycek over, deciding what to do with him. Krycek knew that look; he had worn it
many times before he had executed someone.

"Well, what do we have here?" the first soldier said.

"I dunno, but I don't like it." The second soldier brought his rifle up and
pointed it at Krycek's head.

Inside, Krycek was seething. How dared they treat him this way. He knew, however,
that he had to put on a show if he wanted to live.

"Please..." Krycek said in his best Russian accent. "Please, I escape from camp.
I am alone. We are allies, yes?"

"Are you Russian?"

"Yes."

"I hate Russians."

Suddenly, a shot rang out, and the soldier holding the rifle to Krycek's head
fell to the ground. Then a second shot rang out, and the other soldier collapsed
in a heap. Blood spattered on Krycek and on the ground.

Krycek looked over to where the shots had come from and saw Mulder with the
pistol he had given him earlier. He was stunned. Mulder had never been
aggressive, save for one time in the prison. Mulder ran up to him and gathered a
few things off the soldiers, stuffing them in his bag. He grabbed Krycek's bag
and held it out to him. Krycek took it without a word.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I...I think so."

"Come on, we have to get out of here. They were probably an advance scouting
patrol; there will be more soldiers around here."

Krycek still stood there, not believing Mulder had killed his own countrymen to
protect him.

Mulder shook Krycek by the shoulders, "Hey. We have to get out of here, *now*."

"Yes, we must go."

Together both men ran through the woods, not looking back, hopefully in the right
direction. Krycek stopped once and checked his compass, turning them towards
their destination. About two miles from where the soldiers lay, they reached a
small stream. Both men were sweating from the warm clothes and physical exertion.
The temperature had risen considerably, and the snow was melting in the dappled
sunlight. The stream afforded them some drinking water as well as a place to wash
off the blood.

Sensing Mulder staring at him, Krycek looked over at him as he made sure he'd
gotten all the blood off. "What's wrong, Mulder?"

"You were almost killed back there. I thought you were going to die!" Mulder's
eyes were as wide as he'd ever seen them. The man was almost in shock.

"It's all right, Mulder, it's never easy to kill a man," Krycek attempted to
soothe him.

"Fuck them! I don't give a damn about those men; they got what they deserved. But
I almost lost you!" Mulder reached for Krycek, feeling that instinctive urge to
prove he was still alive that is natural after surviving violence.

Understanding Mulder's need, Krycek let him take the lead, lying almost
submissively under his beautiful lover when Mulder pushed him down after
stripping them both. After a deep, aggressive kiss, Mulder reared back and pushed
inside Krycek with almost no preliminaries. Fortunately, Krycek's blood was up as
well, and he enjoyed the sting of pain that rapidly swelled into pleasure. But
Mulder was beyond reason, operating on sheer brute instinct, and he slammed in
and out of Krycek, intent only on his own pleasure. Soon his entire body arched
into Krycek's, trying to get even deeper inside him as he exploded.

Slowly pushing up on trembling arms a short while later, Mulder carefully
withdrew from his lover, thankful to see no blood. But he did see Krycek's
unsatisfied erection, and he bit his lip, too ashamed to meet Krycek's eyes.

"Look at me, Fox." Alex waited until Mulder obeyed him before continuing. "It's
all right, I understand. I get pleasure from *your* pleasure."

But that wasn't enough for Mulder. Or rather, he didn't think it was enough for
Krycek. In the next instant, Mulder had swooped down on Krycek, swallowing him to
the root. As excited as Krycek had been by Mulder's brutal possession of him, the
sensation of Mulder's tongue fluttering along the length of his cock while he was
engulfed in the heat of his mouth was more than enough for him. He came, groaning
Mulder's name.

Mulder straightened back up, lying along the length of Krycek's body for a brief
instant before they had to get up and continue on their way. It was not safe for
them to stay there. Right now, anyone in either army would probably shoot them as
spies, traitors, or deserters. They shared a quick kiss before continuing on.

They were making good time through the woods; they only had about two miles to go
before they got to Bremerhaven. Krycek walked a little faster, almost running, as
he knew their destination was near. They crested a hill and were greeted by five
German soldiers, who turned and trained their rifles on Krycek and Mulder. Four
of the soldiers were quite young; the fifth was older and was an officer.

"Halt!"

Both men came to a stop and raised their hands.

The older man told the soldiers to put their rifles down and came over to Krycek,
a smirk on his face. He spoke to Krycek in a low voice, out of range of his
colleagues. Mulder wished he could understand German as he heard the whispers
from the man a mere couple of feet away.

"Hello, Krycek."

"Pendrell." Krycek licked his lips.

"Where are you going?"

Silence from Krycek.

"I see you have your little American friend with you. I heard you had taken this
prisoner as a valet. He is nice looking, isn't he?"

Krycek still remained silent.

Pendrell looked Krycek in the eye, "Look. I am not going to stop you; I am merely
doing this for show to my underlings back there. They think we're actually
winning this war." Pendrell smirked, looked over at Mulder then back at Krycek,
"You know, if I had a lover that good looking, I'd hide him from everyone else as
well."

Krycek's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"I can tell, Krycek. I have known you too long, and too well, not to notice when
you are in love."

Krycek smirked ever so slightly and his eyes softened. Pendrell was a good
friend, someone he had known a long time before the war. They had played together
as children, went to school together. They would torment the young girls in their
class by pulling their braids and taunting them that they could see up their
skirts.

Later, as adults, he had come over to Krycek's house often for dinner. Krycek
knew Pendrell had a penchant for men but said nothing to their superiors. One
thing Krycek did not do was betray a long, true friendship.

"Tell you what," Pendrell said. "Let's give the Hitler youth over there a thrill.
I'll start shouting at you, then you and your companion take off running. If I do
not do anything, they will tell Oberbahnfuehrer Kersh, and I do not need that
hassle.

"Kersh is not as understanding as some of them."

"Aaah, you speak." He smiled at his friend.

"I wish things were different, Pendrell. Remember the fun we used to have?"

"I remember you getting me drunk for the first time and dumping me on the porch
of my parents' house. I had to clean out the stable, alone, for a month as
penance."

Krycek wanted to laugh but couldn't due to the soldiers that faced him. A look of
sorrow came over him as he remembered the good times they had together, times
they could never have again.

"It's okay, Krycek, I forgave you eventually." He stifled a laugh and continued.
"Have you been running long?"

"A day. Skinner may be looking for me."

"I have not seen you since before your prison was destroyed."

"Thank you." Krycek whispered.

Pendrell sighed, "I will miss you, my friend, wherever you are going. If you ever
make it back here, please look me up. I may survive this war, you never know."

Krycek smirked again, just barely. "You will survive."

"If I find a man as good looking as yours, I will."

Krycek nearly blushed; he was proud of how good Mulder looked and the fact that
only he could touch him.

"Take care of him, and take care of yourself."

A twinge of regret ran through Krycek that he could not embrace his childhood
friend a final time.

Pendrell stood back, grinning before a serious look replaced it. He walked back
to his men and stood behind them. "You have exactly ten seconds to get out of
here before we shoot you," he shouted.

The soldiers raised their rifles, aiming to kill.

Pendrell winked. "Go, now!"

Mulder and Krycek turned and ran like they had never run before. Mulder's heart
was beating so fast he thought he was going to have a heart attack.

Finally, after twenty minutes of running, they were on the outskirts of town.
They stopped to catch their breath.

"You knew that man, didn't you?"

"I don't know any of these people, Mulder. It is better if we believe that."
Krycek started walking again.

Mulder followed him down a lane beside a grove of trees. When they cleared the
grove, Mulder could see the port below, with its cranes and large cargo ships.
Large chunks of ice floated inside the breakwater. There were a few German war
ships in port, but the majority of them were floating just off shore, ready to
fight at a moment's notice. The wind was hitting them full-blast off of the
water, cold and unrelenting.

They made their way down to the docks, Krycek leading the way, carefully picking
their way through the variety of cargo that littered the docks. Finally, they got
to their destination, a cargo ship that looked as if it had seen better days.
Paint was peeling off its sides, and barnacles covered a large portion of the
hull. Mulder trusted Krycek; however, something bristled at the back of his neck
upon sight of this ship.

Krycek saw the captain and told Mulder to stay where he was. He did not want him
to know that only one passenger was expected.

Mulder saw the large man shake his head, then Krycek folded his arms across his
chest. Whatever they were talking about had made Krycek very angry.

Mulder huddled inside his coat, trying to find some protection from the biting
wind that whipped across the deck while he watched Krycek argue with the ship's
captain. Krycek had tried to draw the sailor out of earshot, but the captain's
anger made him raise his voice to the point that he was clearly audible to
Mulder.

"You paid for passage for *one* person on my ship. One! Not two! Two increases
the danger of being discovered by patrols, and what is he supposed to eat? You
think I carry extra food for any stray who happens by? No! This is a working
vessel and every bit of space makes a profit. There is no room for him. He goes!"

The conversation made it clear to Mulder that Krycek had not intended to bring
him along. How long ago had he changed his mind? Thinking back to the night they
left Berlin, Mulder remembered that Krycek had been fully dressed and ready to go
when he woke him up. It would have made more sense and saved time for them both
to get up at the same time. So it was only that night, after he was ready to
leave that Krycek decided to bring him. Something must have happened, or Mulder
would have woken up the next morning alone in the middle of the Nazi capital.
He'd have been killed.

The growing anger in Krycek's voice drew his attention. The German was flushed
with rage, faced with opposition for probably the first time since he'd put on
that now- gone SS uniform. He'd forgotten what it was like not to instill fear
and obedience in others. Finally he pulled out some money, giving it to the
captain. It was more than he felt comfortable giving away when he could not
access his other funds and less than the captain wanted. But it served his
purpose. The captain allowed them both to stay and had one of the crewmen take
them down to a hidden area in the hold where they would stay.

Once alone, Krycek eyed Mulder uneasily. He was nearly certain that Mulder had
heard his conversation with the captain - he thought the people in Berlin might
have heard the man's bellows! - and he didn't know how he would react.

"You don't really want me with you, do you?" Mulder asked sadly, his eyes filled
with pain.

Before Krycek could respond, the captain and five of his sailors walked in. Two
men each grabbed hold of Mulder and Krycek, restraining them. In their surprise
they never had a chance to resist.

The captain walked up to stand in front of Krycek, leering at him. Krycek turned
his head away from the powerful aroma of rum and other, less pleasant things on
his breath.

"Since you haven't paid full passage, you two pretty boys are going to have to
work off your debt." The captain laughed when Krycek's green eyes narrowed and
turned to ice. He turned to Mulder, who was looking increasingly nervous.

"Well, you're not as pretty as this one, but you're still a lot better than most
I've seen." Saying that, the captain leaned forward and licked Mulder's jaw and
cheek. The American could not prevent a cry of disgust. Krycek fought his
captors, trying to get to Mulder.

"Leave him alone!" He knew he shouldn't let them know that it bothered him when
they touched Mulder, but he was too enraged to remain silent.

The captain laughed again, nodding to the crewmen holding Mulder. They turned him
around so his back was to the captain and forced him to lean over a barrel. The
captain pulled out his knife and cut through the waistband and back of Mulder's
pants, baring him. He licked his lips when he saw the whip scars on Mulder's back
and buttocks.

Krycek, meanwhile, was going wild. The other sailor had joined his companions in
restraining him, and Krycek was still giving them trouble. One man being enough
to hold the terrified Mulder, the second went over to help with Krycek. Finally
the four men had him under control. The captain looked over, staring into
Krycek's eyes while he pulled out his cock and rubbed it. Krycek snarled at him.
The captain continued to hold Krycek's gaze as he forced his way inside Mulder,
drawing a cry of pain from him. The captain slammed in and out of him only a few
times before he came and pulled out, streaks of Mulder's blood decorating his
softening penis. He stroked himself to try and maintain some stiffness. He wasn't
done with these two yet.

As soon as the captain stepped back from Mulder, one of the other sailors
released his hold on Krycek and took his captain's place behind Mulder. Krycek
now stood in frozen stillness, his eyes never leaving Mulder and what these men
were doing to him. He barely even noticed when one of the men stripped his pants
off him and raped him. One after the other, the sailors changed places until each
had had his turn with one of the two men. By this time, Mulder's sobs of pain,
which degenerated into pitiful whimpers, and the sight of what was happening had
gotten the captain hard again. Now he turned his attention on Krycek.

As he had done with Mulder, the captain slammed into him with no preparation.
Even after the previous three rapes, it hurt, but Krycek didn't make a sound. His
eyes were still fixed on Mulder, and he could see nothing else. Finishing with a
grunt, the captain withdrew and pushed Krycek to the floor, the sailors letting
go of him. The six men rearranged their clothing while laughing at the men on the
floor.

"Now, you've paid your passage," the captain laughed. They turned to leave.

But the captain's words had finally penetrated Krycek's fog of rage, and he leapt
to his feet, ignoring any pain. He pulled a knife from his boot and had cut the
captain's throat before anyone realized what was happening. Then he turned on the
others. Although there were six of them, Krycek was in the grip of a berserker
rage that would have done his ancestors proud, and he didn't even notice what few
wounds they managed to inflict before he killed them all, slashing them into
ribbons, continuing on long after they were dead.

A gagging sound finally drew his attention, and he looked up to meet the
terrified gaze of a young sailor. Krycek stopped mangling the bodies and drew
himself to his feet, covered in blood from head to toe. Looking at the sailor, he
said, "Bring us down some water to wash, and take these bodies away. And tell
everyone on this accursed ship that aside from bringing us food and water, I
don't want to see anyone until this voyage is over." The sailor turned to run.
"Wait! If we don't receive adequate food and water, I'll come looking for it and
for whoever left us without. And I'll do to him what I did to these. Now go!"

Krycek sank to his knees beside Mulder, who was curled into a fetal position at
the base of the barrel, whimpering. Despite the blood covering him, Krycek
reached out to pull Mulder into his arms, gasping when he flinched away from his
touch. But then Mulder's eyes focused on him, and he threw himself into Krycek's
welcoming embrace.

Krycek was so angry with himself for not being able to protect Mulder that he
couldn't speak. He contented himself with stroking the other man's back
comfortingly, ignoring the murmurs in the background when crewmembers came to
bring them water and food, which he hadn't asked for but was grateful to receive,
and to take the bodies away. He reached over for the wash water and rags, pulling
it closer so he could wipe Mulder and himself clean. Mulder lay quietly in his
arms all the while, his sounds of misery reduced to occasional sniffles.

They dozed off eventually, sleeping uneasily. Krycek started awake at every
sound, determined not to be taken unaware a second time. But finally exhaustion
caught up with him, and he sank into a deep sleep. He was woken only a couple of
hours later by Mulder nuzzling his throat and stroking his cock. Startled, he
jumped and flinched away.

Mulder moaned at his reaction, pulling away from him to curl up into a ball of
abject misery. His shoulders shook as he tried to hold in his sobs, but he
couldn't. When Krycek reached to comfort him, it was his turn to flinch away from
the contact, and he scuttled into a corner, staring at Krycek from tear-drenched
hazel eyes.

"Mulder. . . Fox, they won't touch you again. I killed them. You don't have to be
afraid." Krycek tried to find the right words, despite his shame at allowing this
to happen.

"It doesn't matter though, does it? They did touch me, and now I disgust you! You
didn't really want to bring me with you in the first place, and now the only
reason you kept me around is gone! You only wanted me because no other man had
ever touched me. But you won't ever want to touch me again after they did."

Krycek was literally shocked speechless. Mulder thought he disgusted him? It was
he who should disgust Mulder. And what was this idiocy about him not wanting to
touch Mulder? He would sooner give up food or water. "F-f- fox," he stammered,
"how could you ever think that you disgust me?"

"You pulled away when I touched you! You don't want me to touch you," Mulder
accused.

"I was still half asleep, Fox, and after last night, at first I didn't realize it
was you. Then I didn't want to hurt you," Alex tried to explain, but Mulder
wasn't listening. "Mulder! Listen to me. You do not disgust me. I love you, and I
am so sorry that I couldn't stop that from happening to you. I should have been
better prepared."

Mulder had stopped listening again. Instead he was staring at Krycek with a
bedazzled expression in his eyes. He couldn't believe what he had heard. "You
love me?"

Krycek halted his stammering attempts to explain and stared. Had he said that?
Yes, he had. When had that happened? Despite Pendrell's comment, which he had
brushed off as romanticism, he had not been aware of his feelings for Fox, but
they were perfectly clear to him now. He was in love with the other man. He
smiled gently at Fox. "Yes, I love you, my Fox."

Mulder slid over into his arms, clinging to him desperately until Krycek lowered
his head and pressed a tender kiss upon his lips. Mulder stared up at him
hopefully. "Please fuck me, Alex, I need you to."

Krycek was shocked again. "What?! No! You're hurt, Fox, I won't hurt you more!"
He couldn't believe Mulder would even ask that of him. He had to be in pain.
Krycek knew he was. Fortunately, other than the captain, the other men had not
been particularly brutal.

"Alex, please. I need to know that you still want me, that I don't disgust you."
Seeing Krycek's denial in his eyes, he continued, "And I need to feel your touch.
Make me feel you and not them, Alex. I need that."

Alex couldn't deny that appeal. But he still wasn't going to hurt his lover. He
started by removing the remnants of Mulder's clothing, the other man having been
unwilling to let go of him long enough to change clothes the night before. When
Mulder was naked, he quickly stripped off his own bloodstained clothing and
gently urged Mulder to lie flat on the floor, stretching out beside him. He
started from the top, running his fingers through Mulder's hair, gently massaging
his scalp until he could feel him start to relax. He dropped a kiss on each
eyelid and slowly traced each feature with tiny kisses, avoiding his lips till
the end. Finally, he drew that luscious bottom lip between his teeth and nipped
gently before settling his mouth over Fox's. He slowly explored the familiar
cavity, tangling their tongues together for long moments, enjoying this
opportunity to refamiliarize himself with Mulder. Mulder moaned a protest when he
ended the kiss, but his complaints died a quick death when Alex licked his throat
before settling in to suckle on one spot. Mulder arched his throat into the
caress, knowing that Alex was leaving his mark on him in a visible location for
the first time and loving it. Before they had always had to be careful to avoid
suspicions.

Finally Alex released Mulder's throat, smiling in possessive pleasure at the mark
before nibbling his way down Mulder's chest. Both nipples were already hard and
waiting for his touch, so he drew one into his mouth while he stroked and lightly
pinched the other with his fingers. Ordinarily, he'd have teased Mulder for much
longer but he didn't want the slightest hint of pain, even pleasurable pain, to
mar this experience. Not this time. Not after what had been done to him.

Krycek continued his slow exploration of Mulder's body, licking every inch,
finally ending up at his rigid erection. Krycek licked that too, then his balls,
sucking on them and enjoying Mulder's cries of pleasure. He stroked Mulder's ass,
once sliding one finger gently over the anus just to show Mulder that he still
wanted to touch him. He didn't need Mulder's slight wince to know that he was
much too sore to be touched there. Instead he brought his hands around, one
playing with Mulder's balls while the other supported him. He continued to lick
and suck Mulder until his cries told him that it wasn't enough any more, then he
drew Mulder deep into his throat while his tongue continued to flutter along the
shaft.

Mulder groaned in pleasure, clutching Krycek's hair in his fists to hold him to
him while he thrust into that willing mouth. It only took a few more seconds for
him to come, Krycek swallowing to milk him of every last drop of fluid and slowly
releasing him to lick up anything he might have missed. Mulder whimpered as his
tongue stroked over the overly sensitive head of his cock, and Krycek dropped a
last kiss on it before sliding up to lie alongside him.

When Mulder stopped panting, he rolled onto one side to look at Alex, who gazed
back inquisitively. "You didn't come."

Krycek shrugged. He was aroused, certainly, almost painfully so, but that had
been for Mulder.

Mulder stared at Krycek's erection avidly. He could see the beads of pre-cum on
the head and knew that Alex was close. It wouldn't take much. "I want you to
come. I want to see you come, Alex. Please."

Krycek stared back. He'd never done this in front of anyone, not even his wife.
She'd have been shocked and embarrassed even to think of such a thing. He didn't
know if he could. Then he saw Fox's tongue flick over his lips as he stared at
him, and he knew that he wanted to do this. Waiting until Fox looked up and met
his eyes, he reached down and grasped his cock. He gasped when he started to pump
it, and Fox's gaze dropped back down to watch him. It didn't take long before he
groaned loudly and came, his fluid covering his hand and belly. Fox slid down and
licked him clean, suckling on his fingers for long moments. When he came back up,
Alex drew him down, half over him, and wrapped both arms around him.

Mulder tilted his head up to meet Krycek's eyes, smiling. "Thank you." Then he
tucked his head into the hollow of Krycek's shoulder and went to sleep. With a
smile on his own face, and weapons close at hand, Krycek dozed off as well.

~~~~~~~

Krycek awoke to someone lightly shaking him. He opened one eye to see a man
kneeling beside him. He sat up with a start and blocked the man's view of Mulder.

"What are you doing here?" Krycek snarled, "I told everyone to leave us alone!"

The man stood and looked down at him, "I wanted to see who killed the sorriest
sons of bitches on this ship."

Krycek eyed the man warily, his eyes narrowing. He stood to face him.

The man smirked. "You did quite a job on the captain and his friends. Bastards
all of them, I can't quite feel sorry for them at all."

"Who are you?"

"I'm the first mate, Burkholder, and I am now, thanks to you, the new captain of
this ship."

"What do you want?"

"I've come to thank you. I cannot tell you how long I have waited for this
promotion." He looked Krycek up and down for a moment.

Krycek snorted.

"It's true. The captain was a complete - what's that word the Americans like to
use? - asshole. That does not mean that I am happy you killed five crew members;
running this ship is going to be a lot harder thanks to you." Burkholder went
over to the doorway to the small room inside the hold, grabbed a bundle and
tossed it at Krycek. "Here are some clothes and two blankets. I saw how your
clothes were ruined during your altercation."

Krycek said nothing but continued to glare at the other man.

"No one is going to come down here except to feed you twice a day. As we get
farther into our journey, the fresh food supply will diminish. Do not be
surprised if you get canned food for days in a row. Also, when patrols come on
board, the light above your head will flicker on and off. Please hide yourself,
your companion and your belongings inside the wall opposite the door. You will
find the panels slide back quite easily from the outside but are impossible to
open if locked from within. Do not forget to hide the food and water; that is the
first thing they will notice. Do not move the supplies that are kept in here; we
have to say this room is used for something valid, hmm?"

Krycek listened to the man, wanting to tell him to shut up, wanting to tell him
to move them into the Captain's quarters, wanting to take charge and order *him*
around instead. He knew this was foolish thinking. The second he stepped out of
the door to his house two days ago, he became a civilian.

"If we get caught, I will not protect you; my ship comes first. Do you
understand? Do you realize the danger?"

"Yes," Krycek said, clutching the bundle of garments to his chest.

"Good. Now, there is a W/C down the hallway that you may use, but keep it very
clean; do not leave anything in there that will alert patrols to your presence."

Krycek just nodded.

Burkholder nodded at the still sleeping Mulder on the floor. "Is he all right?
He's not dead, is he?"

Krycek shook his head. "No, he is just exhausted."

"Good, I don't need any more bodies to take care of. I will leave you alone now."
Burkholder turned towards the door

Krycek nodded his head again. He hated being talked to as if he was a child.

"Oh yes," Burkholder turned back and threw a small object at Krycek. "Thank you
again for the promotion. See you in Argentina." Burkholder snickered to himself
before going out the door.

Krycek looked at the small object he held in his hand. It was a bar of chocolate.
There was some bread, an apple and some cheese on the plate one of the
crewmembers had left behind before. There was also plenty of water, //a veritable
feast//.

Krycek put a pair of the trousers on. Might as well save his own clothes for when
they got to Argentina. He sat down again and draped one of the blankets over
Mulder, tucking the other one under his head. He was sore from sleeping on the
ground in the woods and then this hard steel floor. He stretched as much as he
could before giving up. He would be stiff for a few more weeks, might as well get
used to it.

He looked at Mulder who was still sleeping. //The trauma of the rapes and the
emotions from the past few days must have caught up with him.// Krycek reached
over and stroked his hair, remarking at the softness of it.

"Mein schoener Fox," he whispered before dropping a kiss on his forehead.

Krycek dozed for awhile, his arm protectively around Mulder. A few hours later,
Mulder stirred and started to wake up. He looked at Krycek and reached out to
him, hugging him fiercely. He broke away as he realized where he was, and his
gaze dropped to the floor.

Krycek tilted Mulder's head up with his hand, "What is it?"

"I thought it was a bad dream, but it's true."

Krycek crushed Mulder to his chest, stroking his hair and naked back. "That will
never happen again, not as long as I am alive. Anyone tries to touch you again, I
will kill them first."

Mulder drew a deep breath and nodded. He knew what Krycek said was the truth,
especially after what happened earlier. They embraced for awhile then pulled
away.

"I promise, Fox." Krycek kissed Mulder on the lips to seal his pledge. Mulder
returned it and wanted more, but Krycek broke away. "You must eat something."

Mulder nodded, he was quite hungry. After eating enough to please Krycek, he put
on the clothes that had been left for him, snuggled up against Krycek and fell
fast asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~

For the next two weeks, their days were spent telling each other bits and pieces
of their life, teaching each other childhood games to keep from boredom. Mulder
was grateful to have someone to talk to. It had been agony imprisoned in his cell
with no company, save for the hour a day Krycek came to see him. While this was
not an actual prison, it felt like it.

Krycek was also grateful Mulder was here. They could hear fighting around them
and feel bombs go off nearby, the ship listing from the blasts. He held on to
Mulder tightly, whispering in his ear not to be scared, yet he was terrified
himself.

Twice they had to hide from patrols, one German, one British. They were never
found but had a close call. One of the British soldiers who had come aboard had
thrust his bayonet through the wall and got it stuck there. He had to snap it off
and leave it there, just inches from Krycek's belly. Afterwards, Krycek had
collapsed, sobbing, into Mulder's arms, not at the brush with death, but the lack
of control he had. Krycek felt very frustrated that he could not provide better
passage for Mulder.

Finally, the guns and bombs grew silent as they started away from Europe and down
Africa. It had taken them a week to make a journey that should have only taken
days.

Once the ship hit rough waters, the two men were tossed around like ping-pong
balls. Afterwards, they counted their scrapes and bruises from the supplies in
the room falling on them and knocking against them. Finally, the sea calmed, and
the two secret passengers felt a little more at ease. There was no window, no
indication where they were or what was happening. Krycek knew that this ship was
used to smuggle many things, he and Mulder only a small part of the illegal
cargo. He just hoped that they did not get caught.

At the beginning of the third week, Krycek decided to teach Mulder how to wield a
knife to kill. He showed him a man's weakest points and how to defend himself
against blows. After a few days, Mulder was as quick as Krycek, jabbing and
dodging to save himself. Krycek demanded Mulder come at him with full force, as
if they were still enemies. Krycek dodged Mulder's advances, dancing around his
lunges.

Their boisterous training, however, had an unfortunate consequence. Mulder cut
Krycek, drawing the blade against his left shoulder, opening a good-sized wound.
When Mulder saw the blood, his face turned white, and he dropped his knife to the
floor.

Krycek looked down at his arm then back at Mulder. "It's only a small wound; it
will heal."

"That's not the point. I hurt you!"

"It is my fault; I was not as quick as I needed to be."

Mulder looked at what he had done in horror, the blood trickling down Krycek's
arm to drip on the floor.

"Fox, it's all right, really, I told you to come at me."

"But..."

"Trust me, it does not hurt." Krycek went to his bag and took a couple strips of
fabric out of it from his old uniform. He wet one with water and started to wash
the cut.

Suddenly, Mulder was beside him. He took the wet strip of fabric and began
cleaning the wound. After he was done, he wrapped the dry strip of fabric around
Krycek's arm as a bandage, then wiped up all the blood.

Krycek noticed the furrow in Mulder's brow, and he was also biting his lower lip.
He reached over and kissed Mulder, his tongue sweeping across his lips. "Are you
still upset?" Krycek asked.

"No. I wish you wouldn't have made me attack you though. I really don't want to
hurt you."

Krycek smiled and caressed Mulder's chin with his hand, bringing his gaze to meet
his own. "Okay, no more lunging at each other with knives, we can use the
sausages the crew bring for us instead."

Mulder smiled back, "They're almost as hard."

Both men were now laughing, grateful for something to laugh at. As if on command,
a small sailor came through the door with their plate of sausage and turnip. He
quickly set this, along with a bucket of fresh water on the floor and left.
Rumours about the *wild men* in the hold ran rampant around the ship. When it was
time to take the food down to the hold, the galley staff drew straws. The short
straw meant the person had to face the *wild men* and deliver their meals.

The hasty retreat of the man, along with the contents of the plate, left both men
rolling on the floor, laughing. Tears welled up in their eyes, and it took them a
good ten minutes to calm down.

"Come, eat before it gets dreadfully cold."

For some reason, this set Mulder off again into a laughing fit that left him
gasping for breath.

Krycek watched his lover writhe on the floor. What pure joy it was to see Mulder
happy. He nibbled on some dinner before Mulder calmed down enough to join him.
After they had eaten, they sat back and shared a cigarette, something they did
once a day.

"You know, Mulder, when I was a young man, Pendrell and I stole two of his
father's cigars. We smoked them in the woods by our houses, showing off for the
girls. We were so sick by the end that my mother had to call the doctor. He gave
her some awful medicine to give me, and I swore I would never touch cigars again.
Cigarettes on the other hand are another story. I never thought twice about
smoking them."

"One of the girls told her mother that we were smoking cigars, and we got in
trouble. I had to help my mother scrub the entire house. It was beautiful and
sunny outside, and I was stuck inside cleaning. Pendrell's mother was not so
lenient. She made him clean the stables every day for a week, change the bedding,
take care of the horses. Then she made him move the entire manure pile from one
end of the stable yard to the other. That woman was a sadist."

Krycek chuckled and took another drag on the cigarette.

"Soon after that incident, Pendrell became teacher's pet, aced all his classes
and behaved himself. He was at the top of our class for years and did very well
in University." Krycek let a smile cross his face, "Well, until he discovered sex
anyway."

"Pendrell sounds like a great friend. You're lucky to have had someone like that
growing up."

"Didn't you?"

"No. My sister Samantha was my best friend. She died of polio when she was
eleven. My parents didn't have any friends that had any children; they socialized
with my father's co-workers. Most of them were single. My parents basically hated
each other, and I was this shy little boy who kept to himself."

Mulder sighed. "No, I didn't make many friends when I was young. I loved
airplanes though; I used to sit out and watch them take off and land from a small
airfield near our house. No one else I knew loved airplanes as much as I did.
It's what kept me going when my parents would fight. I would pretend I was in my
airplane, piloting it to the stars."

"That is very sad, Fox."

Mulder shrugged, "It wasn't so bad. When I grew up, I made my friends." Mulder's
eyes glazed over for a second, then he looked up at Krycek. "That day in the
woods, that was Pendrell, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"You're going to miss him terribly, aren't you?"

Krycek sighed, "He was more than my best friend; he was like my brother. We grew
up together, our houses next to each other. When my family got killed in the war,
Pendrell was the one who comforted me and made sure I was well. He even came with
me to join the army."

Krycek put his head in his hands for a second then looked up at Mulder. "We
killed people together, Pendrell and I. We killed many, side by side." He took
another breath then continued. "There was a man called Reinhard Heydrich. He was
Himmler's deputy and head of the SD, which is the security arm of the SS. He was
ruthless; if anyone was famed for killing, it was him. Well, Hitler decided to
reward Heydrich for his duties and made him Governor of the Czech Republic in
1941. He was assassinated soon after by British- trained Czech agents. Hitler was
not pleased. He sent many troops to the village of Lidice and killed every man,
woman and child in that town as revenge. Pendrell and I were there, killing
people, anyone not in a German uniform. It was brutal, all day, all night,
bodies, blood, screaming. It was awful. At the end, Pendrell and I shared an
entire bottle of whiskey we had found and drank ourselves into oblivion."

Krycek looked down at the floor. "It was a massacre, senseless and brutal.
Pendrell and I, just...just killing people because we were told to do so. I
rationalized what we were doing was okay because Pendrell was doing it with me.
He always protected me and would never let me do anything that would endanger
myself or that was wrong."

Krycek put his head in his hands again, for a moment, before speaking again. "Now
I realize it *was* wrong...but we were just trying to survive and follow
orders..." He looked up at Mulder. "It was just war. You pick a side, or it picks
you, and you do what that side says."

Mulder reached out and took Alex in his arms and just held him, kissing his hair.

Alex held on to Mulder tightly; he loved how he could tell this man anything,
exorcise the demons of his *past life*. Finally, he pulled away, grateful again
that Mulder was here.

"So tell me about your friends."

"What friends?"

"You said that when you got older you made friends. Tell me about them."

"There isn't much to tell, really. There were a few guys in college I played
basketball and socialized with. After that, I went into the Air Force." Mulder
stopped and took a deep breath before continuing. "There is one person that has
been my best friend for six years now. I'm very close...was very close to this
person. But now I'm never going to see this person again, and it's for the best.
I could never be the same person I used to be. I can never go back to America."

"What was this fellow's name?"

"Dana." Mulder swallowed. He knew Alex wouldn't be pleased.

"Dana? But that's a girl's name..." Krycek drifted off for a second before
continuing. "Fox, are you married?"

"No. No, not yet. I'm engaged. Was engaged. Our wedding was to be this spring."

Jealous rage built up inside Alex. "You are engaged, and you did not tell me!
What were you going to do, travel with me to Argentina and leave me there? Go
back to her?"

"No. I...I don't want to go back there. I don't want her; I want *you*."

"How can I be sure you won't be wanting this girl? How can I be sure that you
won't leave me? Do you still love her?" Krycek's face was red with rage.

"I don't..." Mulder stood and paced around the room for a minute before crouching
before Krycek. "I don't *love* her in a way that most men love women. She was my
best friend, so everyone *expected* us to get married. Men and women aren't
friends unless they are involved. I thought...." Mulder raked his hand through
his hair. "I just wanted to make her happy. Then I met you. *You* make me happy."

"You said you loved me, Fox."

"I do love you, Alex."

Krycek stood up in front of Mulder, who also rose to face him. He was seething.
"You are mine, Fox Mulder, never doubt that! You belong to me and no one else!"

Mulder could see the rage and hurt in his eyes. He knew he should have never
mentioned Dana, but he didn't want to keep secrets from Alex. He wanted to be
able to share everything with him. His pulse quickened as Krycek's eyes narrowed
and got that *look* that meant someone was about to be punished. He secretly
hungered for that look because when Alex wore it, it meant that he was
concentrating on Mulder to the exclusion of all else.

Krycek reached over and ripped open Mulder's shirt, the buttons flying
everywhere. "I will show you. I will show you just how much you belong to me. No
one is allowed to touch you or to love you but me!"

Krycek ripped off the remainder of Mulder's clothes, throwing them into a heap on
the floor. He pushed Mulder down on all fours before quickly removing his own
garments.

Mulder was trembling; he knew what was going to happen, and it excited him. His
cock was quite hard, his nipples stiff as he waited for his lover to mount him.
Not only did he love it when Alex was wild, but he was also incredibly
frustrated. Krycek hadn't taken him since before they got to the ship, saying
that Mulder needed time to heal fully from the attack. He was desperate to feel
his lover inside him. This was the longest they had gone without making love
since the first time Krycek took him back in the prison. He arched his back and
thrust his ass back enticingly at Krycek.

Krycek liberally wet two fingers with saliva before pressing one against Mulder's
tight opening. Mulder groaned at the sensation and waited impatiently as Krycek
prepared him, the second finger sliding easily beside the first. Krycek's other
hand ran down Mulder's back and around to his front, pinching his nipples,
playing with his cock and balls.

Mulder sucked in his breath as Krycek's hands skimmed over his balls, making the
pre-cum flow from his cock. He then felt him scoop up the pre-cum and knew he was
lubricating his cock with it. Mulder quivered as he felt Krycek's hand on his hip
and then the large member pressing against his opening. He moaned at the initial
penetration then sighed as he felt his lover start to thrust in and out of him.
It felt so good that Mulder couldn't hold back a cry of pleasure, which brought a
growl from Alex. But it still wasn't enough; he lowered his shoulders to the
floor in a submissive posture that let Alex go even deeper inside him.

Alex rode Mulder hard; he needed to be reminded who was in charge, who was the
one in control. He leaned over his lover, hips still pumping, his hands wandering
over Mulder's body.

"Do you love me, Fox?"

"Yes."

"Will you love another?"

"No." Mulder groaned.

"Of course you won't. You want to come, don't you, Fox?"

"Yes," Mulder wailed, "please, let me come." He bucked against Alex, trying to
force him deeper still.

"Not yet, Fox," Krycek hissed in his ear. "You don't come until I say you can. Do
you understand me?"

Mulder nodded frantically, desperate to come, so close it was torture to try to
hold back. But if that was what Alex wanted, that was what he would do.

Krycek listened to Mulder's near hysterical whimpers, loving the sound and
knowing that Mulder didn't even realize he was making a sound. The smile that
crossed Krycek's face at that moment would have been very familiar to the former
inhabitants of Lidice. "Who do you belong to?"

"You! I belong to you, Alex! I love you!"

Mulder's declaration of love made Alex realize what he was doing to the man he
loved. He could see tear tracks on the cheek visible to him, and Mulder's fists
were clenched as he held back his orgasm by sheer willpower. Krycek groaned in
dismay at how easily he had fallen back into hurting Mulder, and he ran a hand
soothingly over Mulder's back. He nipped at Mulder's shoulder then reached down
and grabbed onto his large cock. "Come for me now, Fox. I want to feel you come,"
he whispered. Pumping in time with his thrusts, he drove harder and harder until
he felt Mulder convulse around him and heard him moan his name. Then Alex came
with a loud cry.

They collapsed, Alex still embedded inside Mulder. He didn't pull out, but rather
fell out of him after he was soft. He arranged the blankets and motioned for
Mulder to come and lie with him. He caressed Mulder's back and shoulders,
noticing the bite mark he had left behind.

"Will you leave me, Fox?"

"No, I'll never leave you, Alex. I love you." Mulder kissed Alex, his tongue
sweeping the inside of the other man's mouth. They lingered for awhile, tasting
each other before Mulder pulled free and put his head back on Alex's chest.

"Go to sleep now," Alex said. An uneasy feeling came over him just then. If they
were going to be together and living a *normal* life, he could not treat Mulder
this way. He kissed Mulder's temple, noticing he was starting to nod off.

No, they needed to act like a normal couple, not as captor and captive. He could
not fly into a jealous rage at the mention of a girl who lived thousands of miles
away. //Didn't Fox pledge his love to me? I should believe his pledge, not
question him. No, I must undo what I have done. I must give him back his
independence.//

Krycek sighed and thought about what he must do most of the night. Finally, he
slept for a few hours before waking and putting his new plan into action.

~~~~~~~~~

Mulder awoke to a fully dressed Alex, smoking a cigarette. He furrowed his brow
at the smell. Alex never had cigarettes, except for after dinner; that was their
custom.

"Good morning," Mulder said hesitantly.

"Actually I'm not sure what time it is, as I do not know where we are," Alex
smiled, "but for the sake of argument, good morning."

Mulder put his clothes on then padded down to the W/C. He came back and sat down
again, letting out a big sigh.

"What is it?"

"Nothing."

"It is definitely something. Come, tell me."

Mulder looked at Alex, debating whether he should say what he really wanted to
say, or make something up. He bit his lower lip then shook his head. "It's
nothing; I'm just a little stiff."

Alex took the last drag on his cigarette then stubbed it out. He went over to
Mulder and sat before him, tilting his head up to meet his gaze. "You know,
Mulder, I treated you very harshly yesterday, I'm sorry."

Mulder's eyes widened, and he shook his head. "No, no, it's my fault. I should
have told you about Dana earlier; I deserved it."

Alex closed his eyes briefly then looked back down at his lover. His hazel eyes
were so full of trust, of sorrow that he had done wrong. //What have I done to
this man?// "No, Mulder, it was wrong for me to treat you as if you were still my
prisoner. You are now my lover, we are equals, and I should treat you as such."

Mulder looked at Alex uneasily, then nervously licked his lower lip. "But I did
something wrong, I made you angry. If you don't punish me, how am I going to
learn?"

Alex smiled and took Mulder's hands in his own. He could see this was going to be
a long process. "Look, Fox, I don't want to be that way anymore. I want you to be
able to be open with me, to tell me what you are thinking. And when I go too far,
I want you to tell me and not be afraid."

Mulder's eyes looked hurt as he knit his brows together. "You always have sex
with me afterwards, make me feel better."

Alex sighed, still smiling. "Doesn't it hurt you when I do it afterwards? I want
to make love to you all the time, not just fuck you. Can you tell the
difference?"

"But you always make love to me...don't you? Do you...do you love me?"

Alex grabbed Mulder and crushed him to his chest, stroking his hair. "Of course I
love you. I love you with all my heart and soul."

Mulder smiled to himself. He knew Alex loved him; that was why he punished him.
If he didn't love him, he wouldn't try to make him do the right thing.

Alex sighed inwardly. //Yes, it was going to take a very long time to make Mulder
feel like an equal.// "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

Alex pulled back, looked at his lover and ran his thumb across his lower lip.
"Tell me, please," he said softly.

Mulder shifted uneasily, "Well, I was wondering why you were smoking; we usually
have a cigarette after dinner together. It's not like you to break one of your
habits." Mulder licked his lips again and looked at the floor. "And I was
thinking that I was just getting kind of..." he drifted off.

"Yes?"

"I love spending all my time with you. Ever since you took me to live with you in
your home, I never want anything but to be with you."

"But."

"But I'm getting weary of this journey. I...I..."

"You're bored."

"No. You don't bore me at all."

"I'm bored too. It will be another few days before our journey ends. I was hoping
it would have been over by now, but the ship obviously took precautions and
changed their route to avoid patrols."

Mulder looked relieved; he had been expecting Alex to fly off the handle again
for his previous remark.

"As for the cigarette, I felt like having one. You can have one too."

"No. I'll wait until it's time, after dinner."

"If you want one, you can just take one. They are in my bag, in the outside
compartment."

"No. I'll wait."

Alex nodded and sat back against the wall. Mulder was right; this was boring.
They had exhausted all conversation, and after the incident yesterday, he didn't
want to continue their knife training right away. They just sat there, dozing,
leaning against each other. A listless feeling came over them, too lazy to even
have sex.

The man came with their nightly meal, this time just beans. They ate, then Alex
lit their customary cigarette. He passed it to Mulder after taking a drag. Mulder
passed it back.

"No, you have it."

"Don't you want it?"

"No. I don't feel like it right now."

Mulder nervously licked his lower lip.

"Really, Mulder, I don't want it. You have it, it's yours."

Mulder looked at Alex again who gave him a smile. He then sat back and finished
the cigarette on his own.

Then there was a knock on the door. It was the *now* Captain Burkholder.

"Gentlemen, glad to see you are still with us. Thank you for taking precautions
and not doing anything wrong when the patrols were on board." He looked both men
in the eye, an amused look on his face. "We are almost done our journey,
gentlemen; in two days we will be in Argentina. We will land at night to keep
ourselves under cover. I will flick the light on and off when we land, and you
will have ten minutes to gather your belongings and leave. Do you understand?"

Alex nodded his head, "Yes."

"Good. Have a nice life, gentlemen."

Burkholder turned and left, shutting the door behind him.

Alex hugged Mulder. "Two more days and we can start our new life, together."
//Two more days and we can forget about the past, about the war. Two more days
and I can help you realize that you are a man with opinions and feelings. Two
more days and everything will be perfect.//

~~~~~~~

The next day started out as the one before, Mulder waking to see Alex dressed and
waiting for him. He had his bag open and his clothes draped over various barrels
and boxes in the supply room.

"Good morning, my love," Alex said as he dropped a kiss on Mulder's lips.

"Good morning." Mulder looked at the clothes then got dressed, went to the W/C
and came back. He found Alex pacing in front of the small selection of clothing.

"What do you think, Mulder?"

"About what?"

"The clothes. I am undecided on what to wear the night we land. Do you have a
preference?"

"No. Whatever you feel comfortable in."

"I need your help. Please tell me what you think."

Mulder looked at Alex then at the selection before him. He crossed his arms
across his chest and bit his lower lip. "Well, the blue shirt is nice; it goes
well with your grey pants. But then the white shirt goes with the light brown."

"Yes, that's what I thought. But what would look best?"

Mulder thought for a moment before looking at Alex, who gave him a grin. He then
came over to stand beside him and look over the selections again. He grabbed
Mulder's hand and squeezed. "Come on, Fox, what do you think?"

"Um, I...It's summer, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I would go with the white shirt and light brown pants."

Alex squeezed his hand again and smiled. "Excellent choice, I will put them aside
and hang them over the barrels so the wrinkles will have time to leave them. What
about you?" Alex got to work, carefully arranging his garments.

"Me?"

"What are you going to wear?"

"I hadn't thought about it."

"Well you should. This is going to be your new home, you want to make a good
impression, right?"

"I guess so."

"Come, Mulder, this is exciting! Not many people get to start over."

Mulder smiled. Alex was right; he should be happy that Alex chose him to come
along with him and did not leave him behind. He got his own bag out and draped
the contents over the barrels.

Mulder looked at the clothing displayed before him for a moment before turning to
Alex. "What do you suggest?"

"Me? Mulder, you did such a good job choosing for me, you should choose for
yourself."

Mulder looked back at the clothes for a few minutes, mentally putting the
combinations together. "Well, like I said, it's summer."

"Yes."

"So, I think the light blue shirt and the light grey pants would look okay."

"Okay? It would look marvelous." Alex walked over to Mulder and held his chin in
his hands. "We are going to be the best looking men in Buenos Aires, thanks to
you." He kissed Mulder, feeling it down to his knees. No one he ever kissed could
do it like Mulder.

He pulled back and smiled. "Now, we need haircuts."

"Haircuts?"

"Yes and a shave."

"How are we going to get a haircut?"

"I have scissors in my bag; we can do each other's."

"You want me to cut your hair?"

"Yes, and I will cut yours. It is not hard, Mulder; just make it short, but
even."

Mulder busied himself with putting the clothes away that he was not going to wear
and draping the others over the supplies as Alex had.

He finished his task to see Alex holding a pair of scissors and a comb. "Do you
want to be the barber first or second?"

Mulder shrugged.

Alex knew Mulder wasn't going to come out of his shell right away. "Come on, you
can be first. I promise I will be gentle with you."

Mulder smirked and sat on the floor, Alex kneeling behind him. "Take off your
shirt so it does not get full of hair."

Mulder complied.

Alex combed Mulder's hair, remarking at how soft it still was, even with their
limited diet and facilities. He cut the hair along the same line it was cut
already, paying attention to the neckline, trying to shorten, yet not have spots
that were shorter than the other. He trimmed the top and front, careful to leave
the bangs that he adored so much when they flopped onto his forehead. Then he was
finished.

"There. You look very nice, see for yourself." He gave Mulder the very small
hand-mirror that he had managed to tuck away in his bag.

"Looks great."

"My turn," Alex said as he took his own shirt off. He sat before Mulder, back to
him, ready for him to start.

Mulder took the comb and scissors in his hands. "I'm not so sure about this."

"Why?"

"What if I make a mistake? What if you don't like it. What if..."

"Fox, you will do fine."

Mulder bit his lower lip; he was doing that a lot lately. He took a deep breath
and started combing Alex's short hair. He trimmed along the top, around the ears
and finally the neckline. He was sweating and barely breathing, concentrating
heavily on each snip. Finally, he sat back and looked at his work. It wasn't too
bad.

"I'm done."

"Let's have a look." Alex took the mirror and admired Mulder's work. It had taken
him the better part of an hour to do the trim. It was perfect; an actual barber
couldn't have done a better job. "Excellent, Fox. Perhaps a new profession awaits
you?" He grinned at his lover then stood, brushing the hair from him. "Come,
let's shave. I will need you to hold up the mirror for me."

Alex gathered his shaving kit from his bag, filling the soap lid with water.
Mulder held the mirror for him, watching him squint and jog his head around to be
seen in the tiny surface. "It's no good. We're going to have to shave each
other."

Mulder's eyes grew wide. "Really?"

"Yes, I cannot see a thing in that mirror." He held the shaving brush out to
Mulder.

Mulder took the shaving brush and finished coating Alex's face with the soap. He
then took the razor in his hand, feeling the weight of it. He couldn't afford to
make a mistake here; one false move and he would cut his lover, something he
didn't want to do again.

"If you need me to move my head, tell me."

Mulder nodded and moved closer. Alex could feel his breath on his face, smell his
scent. His cock jumped when Mulder touched his face, gently turning it in the dim
light, to see where to shave. He closed his eyes as the first stroke of the razor
slowly swept the stubble away, almost letting out a moan at the sensual feeling
of another man shaving him. He opened his eyes and looked at Mulder, who was
intently focusing on the task at hand. He gasped, then closed his eyes again as
another stroke of the razor ran across his cheek.

He kept his eyes closed the whole time, feeling Mulder's gentle touch upon his
face, tilting it this way and that. The razor scraped over his cheeks, his chin,
his neck. His cock was growing harder and harder with every stroke. He could feel
the devotion, the love radiating from Mulder. It was such a turn-on knowing that
he evoked such adoration and trust.

When Mulder stopped and started to wipe the excess soap away with a small towel,
he regretted it was over. He grabbed Mulder's hand when he was done and brought
it up to feel the smoothness that was now there. Mulder turned his hand around
and caressed Alex's cheek with the back of his hand.

Alex reached across and stroked the stubble Mulder still had. He then brought him
in for a kiss, tender and full of love. Slowly, his hands came to caress Mulder's
back and up to his shoulders, Mulder returning the motions.

His tongue entered his lover's mouth, probing, searching, dancing with the tongue
inside. Then he pulled away and started kissing down Mulder's neck, the stubble
rough on his now smooth skin.

Mulder sighed and leaned back so he was lying on the floor, Alex over him,
licking and sucking his nipples. He moaned as Alex tugged at one with his teeth
then nipped down to his belly. He could feel Alex move back up, licking and
sucking his way to his mouth, hungry kisses devouring his lips. Suddenly, he was
flipped over so he was on top.

"Make love to me, Fox. I need to feel you inside me." Alex caressed his face, his
eyes blazing a bright green.

Mulder smiled and smoothed Alex's hair, caressing down his temple to his cheek
then farther down still until he reached a nipple where he started squeezing.
What a treat it was to be allowed to love this man. He delighted when Alex arched
up into the pinch, moaning, wanting more.

Mulder followed the trail his hand just took with his tongue, sucking and licking
his way down to the hard nub. His mouth came tight around the nipple, sucking and
teasing with his teeth.

Alex grabbed onto Mulder's shoulders, his fingers digging in as his other nipple
was caressed, bitten and teased to hardness.

Mulder moved down lower, snaking a trail with his tongue down his chest and
abdomen until he reached the waistband of Alex's trousers. Quickly, they were
removed, leaving Alex naked before him. He had lost some weight; his ribs were
visible, but just barely. Mulder also noticed his face was a little gaunt; after
he shaved him, his cheekbones prominent. Looking up, as if asking permission, he
met Alex's gaze before removing the remainder of his own clothing.

He kissed Alex on the mouth before going back to his next destination. Spreading
Alex's legs, Mulder looked at the erect cock glistening with pre-cum before
breathing in Alex's scent, his own cock twitching, ready to take action.

He knelt between his lover's legs and started to kiss a trail from Alex's belly
to the dark curls at his groin. He nuzzled his cock with the stubble that still
had to be removed from his chin and teasingly kissed the tip of it, bringing off
a stream of pre-cum which he lapped up hungrily.

Alex felt Mulder bathe his cock with his tongue, lapping over the shaft, sucking
at the head that poked out of the foreskin. He let out a loud moan of pleasure as
Mulder began to take his length into his mouth slowly, swirling his tongue
around.

One hand went down to caress Alex's balls, feeling the hairs that covered the
sac, then down further to his opening. Alex willingly brought his knees up to
allow Mulder better access.

Mulder brought his mouth off of Alex's cock for a brief second to coat two
fingers with his saliva and the pre- cum that was in his mouth. Alex did not
resist as one finger teased, then gained entrance to his body. Mulder could feel
Alex's pulse quicken and pulled his mouth off his cock before he came. He looked
up at the expression of love on his face, his eyes half closed, his lips red with
passion.

Two fingers were inside Alex, stretching him wide, caressing his prostate. He
writhed against those fingers, wanting so much more inside him. He had broken out
into a sweat and was moaning an incoherent stream of German and English.

Mulder smiled down at his lover, he was so beautiful when he was in the throes of
passion. He scooped up the spot of pre-cum that had reappeared on the tip of
Alex's cock and mingled it with his own to slick up his own penis. He added some
saliva, hoping he would not hurt his lover. He brought Alex's legs to rest upon
his shoulders before slowly entering the hot channel.

Alex threw his head back against the small bundle of clothes that made his
pillow. He hissed at the initial invasion but soon relaxed. He saw the love and
devotion in Mulder's eyes as he was slowly penetrated, his thighs caressed, his
chest stroked.

Finally, Mulder was fully embedded inside his lover. He bent down to capture a
kiss before wrapping his arms around him and slowly moving in and out.

Alex moaned and kissed Mulder again and again. How he loved this sensation, how
he relished the gentleness his lover had with him.

"Oh Fox. Yes, my love, you make me feel so good."

Mulder kissed Alex one more time before moving up to pump faster and harder.

"God, yes, Fox." Alex moaned, the feeling almost more than he could bear.

Mulder pumped faster inside his lover, moving one hand down to stroke his cock.
Alex came immediately, with a cry, coating them both with semen. Mulder tightly
wrapped his arms around Alex, grinding his cock between their torsos, making Alex
come again as he came himself, pumping hard, milking his cock of the fluid. He
collapsed on top of Alex, breathing heavily, feeling kisses on his shoulders.

They were joined for what seemed like an eternity until Mulder pulled out of
Alex, grabbing the small towel to clean them up. He spread one of the blankets on
the floor, where they lay, embraced, for a long time, dozing, wrapped in each
other's warmth.

Finally, Alex moved. "We should not sleep all day; we must be ready for
tomorrow." He kissed Mulder on his tired lips, barely gaining a kiss back.

Mulder moaned but sat up just the same.

Alex smirked at the sight of his lover, his eyes tired, still groggy. He smelled
of sex and sweat, which made Alex's cock twitch. He ignored the stirring down
below and moved to put on his clothes.

Alex smirked then kissed his lover again. "Come, it is my turn to shave you." His
eyes glittered. "Then I shall give you a sponge bath."

~~~~~~~~~

The next day was filled with nervous pacing and jumpiness, both men anxious for
this journey to come to an end. They would look at each other with hope and
happiness, hugging each other fiercely, not wanting to make love for fear of
missing their signal. Finally, the lights flickered on and off.

"Come, this is our ten minute warning. Strip out of your clothes, and put the
ones you have laid out on." Alex nearly punched himself for that remark. He was
supposed to let Mulder do things for himself. //The heat of the moment caught me
up. I will not do it again.//

Soon they were dressed in their fresh clothes, bags in their hands, looking each
other over.

"Do we pass?" Alex asked.

"I think we look pretty good. I was thinking, we should just leave the winter
gear here; we won't need it, and it might draw attention to us."

Alex nearly clapped his hands at that remark. "Yes, good idea. Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

Alex kissed Mulder quickly and squeezed his hand. "Let's see our new home."

To be continued.

Rating: NC-17 for bad language, violence and m/m sex. Orithain may be reached at
orithain@aol.com Nicole at oscar204@aol.com

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: They don't belong to us, they belong to Chris Carter, 1013
Productions and Fox. Please don't sue us.

****Warning: Violence, nonconsensual sex, along with general Nazi nastiness. A
squick for bloodletting.****

Comments: If you like our usual schmoop, you're not going to find it in this
series. This is pretty heavy stuff, don't say we didn't warn you.

Interrogation V: Sinking Ship

by Nicole S and Orithain

Alex Krycek blinked another tear from his eye as he shut the door that joined his
room with Mulder's. He shakily drew in his breath and let it out as he picked up
the bag and turned to leave his room. The ringing phone just stopped his hand
from turning the doorknob. It startled him, and he gave a little jump. He debated
whether to answer it for an instant before picking it up.

"Yes?"

"Krycek, you're awake?"

Krycek swallowed, "Yes, who needs sleep?"

Oberbahnfuehrer Skinnner laughed haltingly, "Apparently not the Americans."

"What do you mean?"

"Dresden is in flames; the whole city is in ruins from the carpet bombing from
the Americans."

The colour drained from Krycek's face. "Shit," he whispered.

"We have to take action, Krycek. Start with killing your American pet. Kill him
for the people in Dresden."

Krycek's voice caught in the back of his throat, but he was able to speak after a
minute.

"Kill the American?"

"He is the only prisoner you have, yes?"

"Yes."

"Krycek, we are exterminating all prisoners. In all the camps, the prisons, as
many as we can. These Allies think they can defeat us? Well, they may be able to
overrun our country, but it will be a Pyrrhic victory. When they get here, they
will find all the vermin their soft hearts wanted to save already dead. Don't
forget to burn the body."

A shock ran through his body, and he bit his lip to keep from screaming. Skinner
continued.

"After you have done that, why don't you come by headquarters? We will have a
little party to celebrate the death of the American dog."

"Party?"

"Well, it's been going on all night, but we need a new excuse. You will come?"

His stomach twisted at the thought of having a party for killing his lover. "I
will be there," he said through clenched teeth. "Although it may take me some
little while. I don't want the American to die too quickly." Even though it
nauseated him to even think about hurting his Fox that way, Krycek knew that his
fellow officer would have no trouble believing it of him. And that would keep him
from looking for him too soon. He needed time to get away.

"Excellent. I will see you when you get here."

He hung up the phone without saying goodbye or the obligatory Heil Hitler. He
stared into space for a few minutes before moving again. They wanted him to kill
his Fox? His liebchen? He had hoped that if he just left, Mulder would be safe,
but now he knew he had to take him with him.

He took a deep breath before walking back over to the door that connected his
room with Mulder's. He went through the door and sat on the small bed, caressing
the golden brown hair with his leather-gloved hand before turning on the lamp.

"Mulder." He shook the sleeping man's shoulder. "Mulder, wake up."

Mulder blinked his eyes then opened them. He frowned when he saw Krycek dressed
then sat up. "Where are you going? Did I oversleep? What time is it?"

Krycek pressed a finger to Mulder's lips, "Ssshhh. It is the middle of the night.
Listen very carefully, Mulder, for what I am about to tell you will save your
life."

Mulder nodded.

"Now. I want you to get dressed and pack whatever you can carry in the small bag
that is in the bottom of your wardrobe. Dress warmly, layer your clothing. After
that, come into my room. Do this as quickly as possible. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good, now go."

Krycek left Mulder to get to work. It only took him a couple of minutes to get
ready, fingers flying over buttons, packing the bare essentials. His heart beat
fast as he went to meet Krycek in his room where there were more clothes laid out
for him on the bed.

"Take your shoes off, and put on these thick felt socks and the boots. The
Russian army wears these; they will keep you warm in very cold weather. Now, put
this sweater on - good. Here are some very warm mitts, lined with rabbit fur, a
balaclava and a fur hat. Put these in your bag until I tell you to put them on.
Here as well is a wool overcoat and hat. You will be my driver tonight. If anyone
asks you any questions, pretend your throat was injured in the war. Keep this
scarf wrapped around it," he said, handing Mulder a scarf, "Just point to your
throat, then to me. They'll get the idea. We don't want anyone to realize that
you don't speak German."

Krycek looked at Mulder, put his hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes.

"Mulder, I am going to be honest with you. Germany is under siege, and I...we
need to escape. If you want to come with me, I would like that very much. If not,
I'm afraid that you will be killed." Honesty forced him to add, "You'll probably
be able to join up with your own troops not far from Berlin. I won't stop you if
you want to go with them."

Mulder swallowed at the gravity of what Krycek just told him. He didn't want to
die, that was for sure, nor did he want to be separated from Krycek.

"I want to come with you, to be with you. I don't want you to leave me. I...I
think I love you." Mulder said it even though he was afraid of Krycek's reaction.
He didn't know if Krycek wanted his love, but he didn't think he had a choice any
more. He'd belonged to the German from the first time he touched him, and he
didn't want to change that now. He thought he might rather die than lose Alex.

A slight shock ran through Krycek's body at these words. Mulder had never said
anything like this before. Krycek smiled then kissed the American.

"I would not have left without you." He hugged Mulder close to his chest,
regretting that he ever thought of leaving Mulder behind. Remembering the task at
hand, he broke away and smiled at Mulder, "Come, we must go."

They gathered their meager possessions, Mulder carrying both bags. Swiftly and
quietly, they made their way down the stairs and out the door. Krycek gave Mulder
the keys to the car. He was just about to put the bags in the trunk when another
car pulled up behind them.

"Stay where you are," cautioned Krycek. He then turned to greet the vehicle.
Sturmbahnfuehrer Spender got out of the car.

"Spender, how nice to see you. Don't tell me we had a meeting this late?"

"No."

"Then what can I do for you? Why are you here?"

"Dresden is destroyed..."

"Yes, I know," Krycek cut him off. "Skinner just telephoned me. I was on my way
to headquarters to see if I could offer any assistance."

"I see. Why do you have your bags packed then? Going on vacation?"

"It's a little cold, even for the Riviera this time of year, Spender." Krycek
chuckled. "I knew it would be a long ordeal and decided to bunk at headquarters
for a few days, perhaps a week. It is such a pain driving out here to the house.
Not to mention becoming nearly impossible with all the damage the American bombs
are doing to the roads. It is dangerous as well."

"Not as dangerous as fleeing the country."

Krycek's expression did not falter; he did not flinch one bit. "What do you mean,
Spender?"

Spender pulled his pistol and aimed it at Krycek. "You. You are leaving the
country."

"Are you out of your mind? We have a war to fight. How could I possibly be
leaving the country?"

"That's not what I have heard."

"Don't you think that if I was going to leave, I would have gone by now?"

"Rats always leave the sinking ship."

"Come on, Spender, this is not funny anymore. It's cold, and I am growing
impatient with your accusations."

He motioned for Mulder to continue putting the bags in the trunk. Mulder
hesitantly moved towards the open trunk of the car.

"Stop," Spender said.

Mulder froze, cold sweat beginning to prickle on his back. He looked over at
Krycek who had a look in his eye that he knew all too well; someone was going to
pay for doing something wrong.

"Spender, this is bullshit! Put the pistol away, and I will forget this incident
ever happened."

Spender walked up to Krycek, holding his pistol on him the whole way.

"I know about you. I know what you are doing. You are betraying your country."

"I am not betraying anyone."

Mulder slammed the trunk to the car, causing Spender to look over at the noise.
In that split second, Krycek had Spender disarmed and kneeling on the ground.
Mulder ran over to the other car and dragged the driver out, holding him against
the car.

"Krycek, can we talk about this?" Spender sputtered.

"No. I am going to gain great pleasure by killing you, you cocksucking
asskisser." Krycek brought his hand up, knife glittering in the moonlight.
Silently, he yanked Spender's head back so their eyes met before slowly dragging
the knife across his neck. He held his head as the blood spurted then gushed out
into the white snow, maintaining eye contact the whole time. He did this, not
just to confirm death, but to confirm to the dying man who was killing him.
Finally, he threw the limp body forward to the ground.

He looked over at Mulder and the other driver, who stood horrified at the scene.

"You're next." Krycek pointed the knife at the driver.

"No. I'm just a driver, I'm nobody."

"You like to rape women. German women. No, I think you need to die. On your
knees."

"But, but, I was just doing my job."

"I don't care." This time, Krycek opted for the pistol he took from Spender,
shooting the driver through the back of the skull.

Mulder watched as Krycek cleaned off his knife in the snow before tucking it into
a sheath somewhere in the coat he wore. He put the pistol into a pocket.

"You get the bags and put them in the back seat; I will put the bodies in the
trunk. We might as well take Spender's car; it is warm."

Mulder did as he was told, sliding into the driver's seat of the car. He clenched
and unclenched his hands on the steering wheel. He had never been in combat, save
for dropping bombs from his plane. He knew his bombs had killed people, but he
had never been up close and personal to the action before.

The trunk slammed, and Krycek got in the back seat. His coat was covered in
blood.

"Drive northwest on the road to Hamburg; I will tell you when to turn and when to
stop. How is the petrol?"

"It's full."

"Good. Now drive."

Mulder backed the car out and started up the road in the direction Krycek told
him to go. Silently he drove, not asking questions, as he did not want to know
the answers. His heart was pounding, hoping there was not a roadblock along the
way with the bodies in the trunk. Just after Wittenberge, Mulder was told to turn
off onto a country road until they reached a barn. Mulder turned into the barn
and put the car in park. Sunlight was starting to peek over the hills at the
horizon.

Krycek got out of the car and motioned for Mulder to stay still. He sighed and
leaned his head back, stretching the muscles. He was surprised to see Krycek
wheel out a motorcycle with saddlebags along the sides.

Krycek came over to Mulder in the car. "Put the car in the barn, and bring the
bags."

Mulder did as he was told, grateful that they were rid of the bodies.

"Put on the balaclava and wear the warm mitts; it's going to be cold."

Mulder put on the woolen toque that covered his face, except for holes for his
eyes and mouth. The mitts were soft and warm.

Krycek himself donned a felt muffler and goggles that covered his eyes. Swiftly,
he stowed the small bags. Krycek had gotten rid of most of the blood from his
leather coat, brushing it off after it had dried. He swung one leg over the
motorcycle and kick started it. It let out a loud bang but started just the same.

Mulder got on the back of the bike and wrapped his arms around Krycek. His cock
stiffened at the feel of the feel of the hard, leather-clad body before him and
the engine between his legs. He put his head on the leather-covered shoulder and
closed his eyes as the motorcycle pulled onto the road.

~~~~~

They drove on through the day, the wind nipping and biting at their cheeks. They
encountered only two roadblocks on the road from Hamburg, Krycek easily talking
his way through them.

They were about 10 miles from Bremerhaven when the motorcycle began to sputter
and backfire. Krycek pulled off the road, and both men got off.

"I am afraid, Mulder, that we are out of petrol. There is no chance we will find
any; we need to walk the rest of the way. I think we should go through the woods,
so we do not encounter any troops along the road."

"I agree, it's probably safer." Mulder removed the balaclava from his face,
rolling it up so it just covered his head. It was a little warmer now than it had
been before.

Krycek looked at the long shadows of the late afternoon. "Let's find shelter and
camp for the night, I am tired. Tomorrow we will start out and make the rest of
the journey. The ship does not leave until afternoon; we should be able to make
it."

"Ship?"

"Yes, I've procured passage on a ship. We are going to South America. Come, let's
start walking."

Mulder stood on the spot, digesting the information Krycek just told him. While
he didn't want to be a prisoner anymore, he was not sure that he wanted to drop
out of sight completely. He had a home, a life in the United States, and now he
was expected to give all that up? He watched as Krycek pushed the motorcycle into
the woods to hide it. Did he want to abandon everything for this man? This man
who would have killed him two months ago? This man who raped him repeatedly, who
made him feel unbelievable pleasure, who bathed him, fed him when he was not
well.

A warm feeling started in the pit of Mulder's stomach. //I do love him. I don't
think I can live without him. Even if I did make it back to the States, I
couldn't be the same man I was. Yes, I want to be with him forever.//

"What? What is it? You are smiling," Krycek said as he looked back at Mulder.

"I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

Mulder walked ahead into the woods, making sure they had adequate coverage and
could not be seen from the road before answering. "About you. I was thinking
about you." Mulder put his hands on Krycek's shoulders and brought him in for a
kiss, his lips cold from the wind. He did not press too hard, as his lip still
hurt from his altercation yesterday.

Krycek grinned. "I see. We will have plenty of time for that later, my friend."

Both men turned and started walking through the woods to find some shelter.
Krycek found an abandoned lean- to about an hour later. Strong branches were
lashed together with twine, and soft moss covered the ground inside. There was a
circle of rocks in front of the lean-to, indicating a fire-pit. It had not been
used in some time.

"It is as if it was meant for us, hey, Mulder?"

"I think so."

"Thank god there is not much snow, or we would be shoveling. I will make a fire;
you prepare supper for us. You will find some leftovers from yesterday in my
bag."

Mulder got to work, finding the handkerchief with the bread, sausage, cheese and
preserves in the side pocket. Most of it was frozen, but once they got the fire
going, they could roast the sausage and toast the bread on sticks. He found the
metal water canteen; this was also partially frozen but would warm up by the
fire.

Krycek came back with a load of dry twigs, moss and branches. Soon they had a
small fire before them and were eating the food. Mulder found it hard to chew
with his wounds, and he had to break off small pieces barely big enough to
swallow.

"You are still hurting?"

"Yes."

"I should have killed that bastard more slowly. He had no right to touch you."

A shock ran through Mulder. "You killed him?"

"Yes. He was a menace, always bothering Ingrid; the maid was terrified of him. I
think he may have raped her once, but no one ever told me for sure, so I could
not take action."

Mulder still had a shocked look on his face. Krycek turned to him. "Mulder, if I
did not kill him, he would be dead by now anyway. The only reason why he lived so
long was because I took him in. Do not feel sorry for him; he was an animal."

Mulder took a deep breath. No one had ever done anything like that for him
before. That warm feeling ran through him again; deep down he was proud that
Krycek would protect him like that.

"He came at me with such hatred in his eyes. I didn't know who he was. I kept
asking him why he was doing those things to me."

"It's all over now, Mulder. Let us not think of the horrible things that have
happened, let's think of the good, hmmm? First things first."

Krycek stood and took off his leather coat and hat. He immediately threw the hat
onto the fire. He then plucked the silver adornments off of the coat, ripping the
rank and SS insignia off the collar as well. Everything went into the fire. When
he was finished with that, he handed the coat to Mulder. He then took off his
uniform; Mulder could see the civilian clothes underneath. He untucked the pants
and put the legs over the jackboots, giving the illusion that they were just
shoes. Krycek then put his leather coat on again and sat down. He began ripping
the uniform into strips of fabric to be used later. As with the coat, any
adornments went into the fire.

Mulder looked over at the transformation that had occurred. No longer were they
on opposite sides of the war; no longer was he the nazi who beat him and raped
him. He was now just a man. A man who wanted to help him escape this horrible
place. This man was not his enemy; this man was his lover.

"Oh yes," Krycek said as he picked up his bag. He brought out three packets of
papers. "These are your papers that we took off of you when you got captured."

Krycek handed him a packet that Mulder immediately put into his pocket. Somehow
having them back made him feel like he had his identity back as well.

"I want you to have this pistol and knife as well. You are going to need
protection in the woods." He handed Mulder the objects, which he also put into
his pockets.

Krycek held the other two packets of papers in his hands. He stared at the one in
his left hand before throwing it on the fire. His eyes glazed over for a minute
as he watched the paper burn, then a relieved smile crossed his face.

"Good bye Alexander." He turned to Mulder. "From now on, my name is Aleksei, and
I am Russian."

"You are, are you?" Mulder smirked, "I can't tell the difference."

Krycek laughed, "It is subtle."

"Do you at least speak Russian?"

"Of course! I spent years fighting them and interrogating them. I needed to know
the language."

Mulder watched Krycek stare off into space for a moment before he spoke.

"You know, up there, on the Russian front, it was hell. I was with the 62nd
Panzer Engineer Battalion in 1941, the coldest winter ever. We were not prepared;
we did not have winter gear. Our camouflage consisted of white sheets tied around
us." Krycek snorted and shook his head. "The nails in our jackboots made our feet
seem colder than blocks of ice. I stuffed the bottoms of mine with paper, rags,
anything to keep out the cold. We had this tube of wool that we used as a toque
and scarf. Our pistols froze, the tanks froze, the horses froze, it was -40 in
the sunshine. We had no idea what we were up against. Their troops were from
Siberia, trained to fight in the cold. They wore Valenki, which were felt boots
with felt socks, keeping their feet warm. They had a fur cap, fur mitts and a
white cotton camouflage oversuit which was worn over a quilted suit, keeping out
the wind. They sheltered in snowhouses lined with branches and topped by
tarpaulin, just like their homes in Siberia. They had low temperature oil in
their machines, and their submachine guns were winterized. Needless to say, they
kicked our asses. The lowliest day of my military career was retreating from the
Russians. It felt as if my whole world had collapsed."

Krycek stopped talking and shook his head again. "But I am not heeding my own
advice, am I? I am talking about bad things when we should be remembering the
good, looking towards the future."

He reached out and stroked Mulder's face, bringing him in for a kiss. "I am so
glad you are here." He kissed him harder, careful of the cut still on Mulder's
lip, his gloved hands running over the wool of the coat.

"I want you to feel happy, Mulder, I want you to feel good. Let me make you feel
good."

He pushed Mulder down on his back, caressing his cheek with leather fingertips.
He moved down and undid the bottom buttons of Mulder's overcoat. Pushing the
fabric back, he pulled the sweater up slightly and undid the trousers.

Mulder moaned in anticipation of what was going to happen next. He instantly
hardened as Krycek's mouth enveloped his cock. He squirmed in delight as Krycek's
tongue ran around the head and down, lapping him up then releasing him again and
again. Finally, Krycek started sucking with hard, long strokes. Mulder's hands
clenched inside his mitts, and he moaned louder. A few minutes later, he felt
release as he came inside his lover's mouth, arching up off the ground.

Krycek lapped up Mulder's fluid and licked him clean before returning his member
to his trousers. He smiled as he bundled Mulder up, bringing him up for a kiss.

"Thank you," Mulder said.

"You're welcome. Come, we should get some rest." Krycek put another branch on the
small fire and crawled back into the lean-to. He sat with his back braced against
the strong back wall of the shelter and opened his legs, inviting Mulder to sit
between them.

Mulder leaned back against Krycek, feeling his strong arms come around him. He
was tired; it had been an emotional couple of days. He snuggled his head back
into Krycek's shoulder before drifting off to sleep.

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