Unholy Allies

The phone call took Mulder by surprise. He hung on, wondering who might call him at this number. The snow had stopped falling but the weather was still chancey, and Mulder had given the number only to two people; Scully, of course, and Skinner.

After a new particular weird case, Mulder had felt the urge to be alone for a week-end, and had decided that a lonely secluded cabin was exactly what he needed. He had rented one for a few days, and after only one night, felt much better. But the ringing phone made him nervous.

"Mr Mulder?" the voice asked.

Mulder froze; he could've recognized this voice anywhere, "What do you want?" he asked harshly.

"I don't want anything," Cancerman answered. "I have something for you."

"Oh great," Mulder answered, "I didn't know it was Christmas!"

"I do have someone who interests you, Mr Mulder," Cancerman said. "Someone you want dead."

Mulder frowned. There were some people he wanted dead, and Cancerman was one of them. "Who?" he asked.

"Krycek," Cancerman said.

Mulder stayed silent for a few seconds. He had thought Krycek had finally vanished. "Why do you want to give him to me?" he asked.

"Mr Krycek," Cancerman explained, "has betrayed his friends once more. He isn't of any use now. We would have executed him ourselves, but I had thought it would be more fitting to leave him in your hands. After all, Mr Mulder, he's your father's murderer."

"I know," Mulder said dryly.

"If you want him, just walk to the little road behind your cabin. He will be there."

With these words, Cancerman hung up, Mulder stood for a few minutes in the room, with the phone still in his hand, wondering where the trapp was. He had dreamt for months to have Krycek in his hands, to make him die slowly, to make him pay for his father's death.

Mulder decided he had nothing to lose. He grabbed his coat and his gloves, and rushed out, walking fast, his gun in his hand, ready to fire. He saw a car that was pulling away, and then a figure knelt in the snow.

"Krycek," he whispered as he reached the figure.

His former partner was handcuffed behind his back and blindfolded. He was panting. Mulder fought back the urge to shoot right into the head of the rat bastard.

"Krycek," he said louder.

"Mulder?" Krycek asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yeah."

"So they're giving me to you", Krycek commented. "I know my death would be ironic."

His tone surprised Mulder. He had expected Krycek to fight, to beg him perhaps, but not this quiet tone.

"Get up!" Mulder ordered, kicking Krycek's back.

With a grimace of pain, the other man obeyed.

"Walk!" Mulder said.

Krycek began to walk, stumbling at each step. He was shivering, which wasn't surprising as he was only wearing a shirt.

"Stop!" Mulder ordered.

They were far away from the cabin, facing the beautiful moutains.

"Kneel," the agent said again.

Krycek obeyed.

"You're going to die," Mulder said. "You're going to die because you killed my father."

"I didn't kill your father, Mulder," Krycek protested.

"Shut up!" Mulder ordered, punching his face.

Krycek's face hit the ground with the force of the punch.

"Mulder," he asked.

"What?"

"Can you at least take off the blindfold?" Krycek asked. "I'd like to die with my eyes wide open."

Mulder nodded, and unfastened the cloth. He couldn't help but admire Krycek's courage. The guy knew he had only a few more minutes to live but he didn't beg for his life. He just asked to die with some dignity.

Krycek didn't give him a glance. His gaze was locked on the mountains. "So beautiful," he whispered. Then he added, "I'm ready, Mulder."

The agent pointed his gun to Krycek's head. The rat bastard was going to die. He deserved it, more than once. He fired. Krycek started but nothing happened.

"We're going to play a little game," Mulder commented. "Russian roulette."

Krycek took a brief sigh but didn't say anything. Mulder resumed his move, and shot once more. Krycek was still alive. He shot and shot again, watching Krycek become more and more nervous. Now his whole body was shaking.

"You now know what your victims felt before you murdered them," Mulder said. "What my father felt."

"I didn't kill your father, Mulder," Krycek repeated. "You have my word."

"Your word!" Mulder spat with scorn.

"Why would I lie?" Krycek asked. "I'm going to die. Even if you were convinced that I'm not your father's murderer, you'd kill me. So why would I lie?"

Mulder didn't answer. He had come to the same conclusion. He had never been really sure Krycek was guilty. And now he wasn't sure at all.

Mulder put his gun against Krycek's head again, but didn't shot. He knew that the bullet was in the next shot.

"Fire, Mulder," Krycek said in a low voice.

"Do you really want to die?" the agent asked, surprised.

"Why would I want to live?" Krycek asked. "I'm finished. If you don't kill me, others will. A shot in the head is better than agonizing for days."

Mulder didn't answer. When Cancerman had called him, he had thought he was finally going to avenge his father. But now he had Krycek in front of him, he wondered if he had made the right choice. To kill a man during action was one thing, to kill a man in a cold blood was something else.

"Who killed my father?" he asked.

"One of the Consortium's killer," Krycek answered. "I don't really know."

Mulder looked carefully at Krycek and what he saw surprised him. It wasn't the fighting, full of life, bold young man he had known. He could read something new in the other man's face, something he didn't expect to find; defeat. 'What did they do to him?' he wondered.

"Get up," he said aloud. "Perhaps you have one more day to live."

Krycek obeyed and walked clumsily to the cabin, shivering. His lips were blue from cold and he fell almost at each step. Mulder didn't make one move to help him, but he couldn't help but notice the exhaustion on the other man's face.

"Make yourself at home," he said in an ironic tone as they entered the main room.

Krycek seemed to make a big effort to stay still. He was breathing heavily and Mulder wondered what they - the Consortium - did to him before dropping him like a garbage sac in the snow. No. The comparison wasn't right. Even exhausted, even shivering, Alex Krycek looked damned good. Mulder had always had the hots for his previous partner, even when he wanted to kill him. It wasn't about love, he told himself, it was about sex. He had a smile when he thought that after all, he just had to take what he wanted. Krycek wasn't able to say no.

Mulder's cock twitched when he thought he just had to make Krycek lie down on his stomach and take him as long as he wanted, as roughly as he decided, as often as he needed to clear his mind from any desire for the rat bastard.

Mulder swallowed hard. "Kneel," he ordered.

Krycek obeyed but he seemed surprised.

"Bend over the table," Mulder continued. He read in Krycek's eyes that the other man had understood what he wanted and was surprised by his request.

"Before I kill you," Mulder said, "you're going to be my fucktoy for a few hours... or days... depending on how good you are."

Krycek didn't reply, trying to make himself comfortable on the table. He seemed quiet, too quiet, Mulder thought. He expected a last attempt from Krycek to free himself but the other man didn't make the slightest move when Mulder knelt behind him and dropped his gun before reaching for Krycek's fly. He unfastened the other man's jeans, and pulled them down on his knees, quickly followed by his boxers.

At the sight of the muscled cheeks, Mulder's cock became harder, if possible. He quickly unfastened his own pants, freeing his hard shaft, and used his pre-cum to lube his cock. Then in one single thrust, he brutally entered Krycek.

The other man had a single cry of pain, then fell into silence as Mulder began fucking him with delight. The rat bastard was hot and tight, exactly like Mulder liked them. He was too aroused to make it long and soon he was pouding into Krycek's ass until he shot his load with a cry of release.

Panting, he fell on Krycek's back, withdrawing, trying to catch his breath. He blinked when he saw Krycek's gaze. It was empty. He had expected anger, but there was nothing in the other man's eyes. And then Mulder noticed a single tear running down on Krycek's cheek.

"Liked it?" he asked.

Krycek licked his lips and Mulder felt his cock hardening again. "You're not the first one who fucks me these past few days," the other man said in a hoarse voice.

Mulder frowned. He hadn't expected Cancerman being into those kind of games. Whatever he had done to Alex Krycek, it seemed to have affected him. The man seemed nearly broken. But Mulder refused to soften. The guy was a bastard and and he deserved what he got.

"Get up!" he ordered.

He moved and grabbed Krycek by the collar of his shirt, pulling him roughly to his feet. Then he pushed him towards the bed, and slammed him face down on the open covers.

"We'll be better in a bed," Mulder said with a grin.

He took off Krycek's shoes and pants, tossing them on the floor. Then he rolled the other man on his back, and began to unfasten his shirt. Krycek started and whispered, "Please, Mulder, don't do that!"

Mulder frowned, wondering what Krycek wanted to say, then he understood when he opened the shirt and revealed the straps of Krycek's artificial arm.

"Why?" he asked in a scornful voice. "I always wanted to fuck a one-armed rat!"

Krycek turned his head but not fast enough to prevent Mulder to see another single tear leaking from Krycek's eye. Mulder saw that his lips were trembling. So Krycek had weaknesses, too. He was ashamed of his artificial arm.

"Nobody has seen you since then, have they?" he asked softly.

Krycek nodded. There was suddenly so much pain and sadness and resignation in his eyes that Mulder wondered for the first time how Krycek had gone through so many horrible ordeals. How did it feel when you were a handsome young man to lose your arm? People who had to go through that kind of accident were helped in hospital by shrinks, but there had been no shrinks for Krycek. Nobody had helped him neither when he had been controlled by the black oil. Cancerman had just left him trapped into a silo. For the first time, Mulder told himself that life hadn't really helped Alex Krycek to become a nice guy.

"Please Mulder," Krycek whispered. "I beg you. Leave me my shirt."

Mulder's hands hesitated then refastened Krycek's shirt. The other man briefly closed his eyes, whispering "Thanks," and rolled onto his stomach before Mulder pushed him, and spread his legs. Such a move of submission was so unexpected that Mulder first didn't react. He felt a lump in his throat. He didn't know what they had done to Krycek but this wasn't his usual behavior. The man was definitely not the one to give up, to submit. So why did he act like that?

Mulder grabbed the covers and pulled them up on Krycek's still shivering body. Then, very slowly, he grabbed Krycek and held him until the other man's back was resting against his chest. He felt something under his hand, and groped about. "What's that? You're wearing a chain, now?"

"The handcuffs' keys," Krycek explained in a tired voice.

Mulder unfastened it with a little laugh, "I didn't expect them to have a sense of humor," he commented while putting the keys in his jeans' pocket.

Krycek didn't reply, and again Mulder saw him blinking quickly, as to trying to hide tears.

"What did they do to you, Alex?" he asked in a low voice.

"They caught me by surprise," Krycek began. "They knocked me out. When I woke up, I was bound to a bed and blindfolded. Then that bastard entered the room. I knew it was him because of the smell of the cigarettes. I... I never thought he had that kind of... I... I never... before... with a man... he... he knew it..."

He stopped. He was shaking more and Mulder wondered how brutal Cancerman could have been to nearly break such a killing machine like Krycek.

"You're more innocent and sweet than I thought," the agent joked. But there wasn't malice in his voice, just a joke to ease the sudden atmosphere.

"Mulder?" Krycek asked, almost in a shy voice.

"I'm listening."

"Can I have a glass of water, please?"

Mulder had a quick laugh at the polite request which was so unlike Krycek. "Don't think I'm stupid, Krycek. You want to have your hands free but I'm not that foolish."

Krycek had a small sigh and closed his eyes but he didn't insist. Mulder remembered when they were in the snow and where Krycek fell; he had tried to eat some snow. Perhaps he was really thirsty.

"Did they give you food or water?" he asked.

"No."

The answer was brief and sharp. Krycek didn't ask for water again. He didn't plea. But his hoarse voice betrayed him. That and the hungry look he gave to the little bottle of water on the nightstand. Mulder took it and opened it. He sat up and helped the other man to do so. Then he gave him half the bottle. Krycek drank hungrily, and Mulder watched with fascination Krycek's Adam's apple coming up and down as he was drinking. God! He looked so gorgeous, so wild, so... fuckable.

He eventually pulled away the bottle, "No more, Alex, or you're going to be sick."

Krycek breathed deeply, and whispered, "Thanks, Mulder. It's the first humane attention I received for two days."

Mulder answered in a husky voice, "You can thank me better than that!"

Krycek looked at him with surprise, then leaned toward him and kissed him tentatively on the lips.

"Never kissed a man, Alex?" Mulder asked.

"No," the other man answered with a smile. "I experienced a lot of things ordinary people had no idea even exists, but I never kissed a man. I haven't done any of those other things with a man either."

Mulder smiled at him and grabbed Krycek's face between his hands, before brushing his lips against the other man's. He licked Krycek's lips hungrily, tasting their salty taste, before requesting entrance. The other man tentatively parted his lips, and Mulder didn't waste time to explore the moist cavern, teasing Krycek's tongue until the young man responded to him, moaning. He seemed to appreciate the stroke.

Mulder made them lie down, face to face, still kissing Krycek. He slid his hand under the covers and gently cupped the other man's genitals. Krycek's cock was semi-hard, the man wasn't yet really aroused, only teased. But he spread his legs and Mulder didn't refuse the invitation, stroking the other man's sac, rolling the testicles between his fingers, before pumping lightly on Krycek's cock.

The other man started, and moaned in Mulder's mouth. The agent broke the kiss, asking, "Liked that, Alex?"

Krycek only replied by a nod, his breath turning heavy as Mulder was stroking him slowly, letting the pressure build in the other man's balls. Krycek began to bounce against Mulder's hand, as he bit his lower lip, his eyes filled with need. He swallowed convulsively as Mulder increased his rhythm, until Krycek gave a cry as he came hard, shooting his semen on Mulder's hand and on his own stomach.

When Mulder looked at him again, Krycek seemed to feel better. He still had dark circles around his eyes and he looked exhausted, but some color had returned to his cheeks and a little light was back in his green eyes. Mulder gave him little kisses on the lips, hugging him tightly.

"Liked it, Alex?" he asked.

"Fuck, yes!" Krycek replied, responding to his kisses.

But his voice was sleepy, and his eyes were blinking.

"Sleep, Alex," Mudler gently said. "You're exhausted."

Krycek let the other man cover him, but suddenly asked, "Mulder?" The agent stopped, stroking Krycek's hair. The other man resumed, "Are you going to kill me?"

Mulder took a deep breath. He knew the answer. He knew he was unable to kill Alex Krycek. He was unable to kill someone in cold blood, and especially that hunky fucktoy he just earned.

"No," he finally said. "But that doesn't mean you're free. I don't exactly know how I'm going to arrange that, but I really see you becoming my fucktoy."

Krycek had a half smile, and wriggled, trying to make himself comfortable to sleep, which was rather difficult with his hands tied in his back. But once more, he didn't ask anything. Mulder sighed and calling himself a moron, picked the handcuffs' key out of his jean pocket, and freed Krycek's hands.

"Try to escape or to harm me, and you're a dead man!" he said. "And I'm serious here."

"I'll be a good boy," Krycek laughed in a sleepy voice.

Mulder waited a few minutes until Krycek's breath became regular before leaving him and showering. He had just put on a bathrobe when he heard his phone ringing.

"Mr Mulder?" a well-known voice asked.

"What do you want?"

"Where is Krycek's body?" Cigarette Smoking Man asked.

"Who told you I killed him?" Mulder asked.

He had expected the other man to be disconcerned but he was wrong. Cancerman simply said, "I guess that when we're speaking so friendly, Krycek is sleeping in your bed after you fucked him. Tell me, Mr Mulder, was he a little more cooperative than with me?"

Mulder was disgusted but he tried to hide it. "He was very cooperative," he said conversationnally.

"You know, Mr Mulder, even the worst rat has his weaknesses. It took me time to find what Krycek's was. It was a delight to initiate him."

"And now?" Mulder asked.

"I knew you have the hots for him," the Smoking Man laughed. "I didn't fuck him only by pleasure. I knew you wanted him. I broke him. And I knew you would take pity on him."

"I still don't understand," Mulder said in an annoyed tone. "I fucked him. He enjoyed it. And then?"

"You had planned to bring him back with you to your home, hadn't you, Mr Mulder?" Cancerman asked. "You can't give up such a nice boytoy."

"Perhaps."

"Mr Skinner has already received the order to reintegrate him, Agent Mulder. Krycek is going to be your partner again."

"I thought they were already working together," Mulder replied.

He had discovered that Skinner's disease, which had nearly killed him, was a masterpiece signed Krycek, and that he had used it to make Skinner his contact. That's why the Assistant Director wasn't trustworthy anymore. At first, Mulder had been shocked and hurt, but now he understood. Skinner, like many other people, had no choice.

"Mr Skinner was working for Krycek, and now, he's working for us. You're working for us, too, Mr Mulder. You'll just going to have a new partner, that's all."

"And Scully?"

"Agent Scully will be part of the game, too, don't worry," Cancerman confirmed. Then he laughed, "perhaps you'd made a nice threesome."

Mulder didn't even reply.

"Krycek had betrayed some of the Elders, Mr Mulder, and that why he had been punished. But now he's going to work with us, and you as well."

"What if I let him go?"

"You wouldn't do that, Mr Mulder, not after tasting him," Cancerman replied, before hanging up.

Mulder sighed and put the cellphone on the table. Cancerman was right. He couldn't give up Krycek. He had wanted him since the first time he had seen him, when Krycek wore a suit and a tie, was well shaved and looked... so young. Mulder remembered the hard time he had had near the swimming pool when he was only wearing a red swimsuit. Krycek had came, impeccable in his dark suit, and Mulder had tried to hide as best he could his growing erection. His only thought at this time to push the young man into the water, to tear off his clothes, and to fuck him senseless.

The snow was falling more and more and a blizzard was beginning. 'Great' Mulder thought 'we're trapped here for a while.' But it wasn't so bad. After all, he had thought to spend a week-end alone here, and now he had his living fantasy in his bed.

Krycek woke up a few hours later. He blinked his eyes, trying to remember where he was.

"Hi, Alex," Mulder said softly. He had his gun in his hand. Before falling asleep, Krycek was nearly broken, and apparently not really fighting. But now he was awake and obviously in a better state, the young man could be more dangerous.

But Krycek only sat up in the bed, and stretched, but immediately he winced in pain.

"What?" Mulder asked.

"My arm... I have a new prothesis," Krycek began, before lowering his head.

"Look, man, don't be ashamed about that, okay? You're still gorgeous, and you do have the prettiest ass I've seen in years."

Krycek smiled, a real, genuine smile, that surprised Mulder. When Alex Krycek smiled it was like his face was bathing in a pure sunlight. He looked more handsome, younger, and... oh God, so sexy...

Mulder couldn't help but join him on the bed. He kept his gun in his hand, wondering how Krycek was going to react.

"Afraid of me?" the young man asked with a mocking smile.

Mulder smiled, too, and dropped the gun on the nightstand. What Krycek couldn't know was that the gun wasn't armed. 'If he tries to take it...'

But Krycek didn't make the slightest move. He stretched again, grimaced again with the pain, massaging his shoulder through the shirt material.

"You'd better remove it, you know," Mulder suggested.

Krycek shook his head, "I can stand it."

Mulder put a friendly hand on the young man's shoulder, "Look Alex, I know you're one-armed. I know it, and it doesn't mean I think you're any less gorgeous, handsome, sexy, hunky... uh, bring me a dictionary for more," he smiled. "Be proud of what you are, Alex. For a guy who has only one arm, you do great things."

Krycek didn't reply but Mulder felt him relax. Tentatively, the FBI agent stretched out his hand, and began to unfasten the young man's shirt. Krycek didn't protest. Mulder took it off, slowly, reaveling Krycek's muscled chest and shoulders. He helped Krycek to remove his glove, then unfastened the straps of the prothesis.

"I can now move my fingers, and bend my elbow," Krycek said softly. "It's not great yet, but it helped me a lot."

"You're a winner, Alex, you've always been," Mulder commented while removing the artificial arm. "You're not the kind to stay knocked out on the ground waiting for a miracle."

Krycek had a brief smile at the compliment. Mulder wrapped the prothesis carefully in the shirt, then put it at the end of the bed. Krycek had lowered his eyes, not wanting to confront Mulder's look on his body.

"Look at me, Alex," Mulder said gently, stroking Krycek's cheek.

When their gazes met, the agent saw all the hurt that was lying in Krycek's soul, and he leaned forward, kissing him on the lips. "My beautiful Alex," he whispered. Krycek snuggled in his embrace, breathing deeply, as if a weight had been taken away from his heart. Mulder let him rest for a moment then pushed him gently away. "You need a shower, Alex." Krycek nodded and pushed the covers away.

"You'll find soap and all you need in the bathroom," Mulder told him. "But Alex... don't try to escape."

Krycek turned on his heels to face Mulder, "Do you think I'm that foolish?" he asked. "One, there is a storm outside, and I won't confront it only in a bathrobe. Two, that fucking bastard of Cancerman probably left men outside to watch after me."

He headed to the bathroom, leaving a thoughful Mulder. Krycek was right. Cancerman probably did leave men near the cabin. But Mulder refused to worry. He was too happy to see some fighting spirit back in Krycek's attitude.

When Krycek came back, he looked a lot better. The dark circles around his eyes had almost faded and he had a little light in his green eyes. Mulder finished cooking the eggs, and put them down on the lower table, along with the bacon and the pastas.

"Dinner's ready," he said cheerfully.

Krycek didn't wait for a second invite. He sat down on the floor, crossing his legs, and began to eat. Mulder joined him, but soon laughed, "Eat slower, Alex. I'm not going to remove your plate before you finish."

"I didn't eat a single piece of food for two days," Krycek protested between two mouthfulls of food. "I'm so hungry I could eat the table."

They both laughed, and Mulder wondered why they were enemies. They could have been friends.

"I've got some news of our friend," he began. "We're both caught in his game. He knew I wouldn't kill you. And he knew I have the hots for you."

Krycek stopped eating. "So the fucking bastard planned all that," he spat. "One day he will pay."

"Why? Aren't you happy with me?" Mulder teased him.

"You know what I mean," Krycek replied. "I hate when he thinks he can control me."

Mulder told him about the rest of the conversation, and Krycek sighed. "It seems I have no choice... for now."

But he didn't say anymore and Mulder wondered what kind of strategy Alex Krycek was planning. But he lost his train of thought when Krycek yawned, whispering, "God, I slept all the afternoon, and I'm still tired."

"Go back to bed," Mulder proposed in a husky voice.

Krycek had a half smile and headed to the bed, removing his bathrobe in one move, before sliding down under the covers. Mulder quickly joined him in the warm bed, snuggling against the young man, before kissing him deeply. He didn't waste time to cup Krycek's balls in his hand, until the young man was moaning in desire.

Mulder let his hand slide from Krycek's balls to his asscheeks, teasing his puckered opening. Immediately, the young man tensed, and Mulder could see in his eyes the light of arousal being replaced by a real sadness, and again resignation. Krycek closed his eyes.

"Look at me, Alex," Mulder said softly, patting Krycek's ass.

Krycek opened his eyes again, and Mulder wondered how hurt the young man was, how traumatized by the brutal rapes he had gone through. 'Including mine,' Mulder thought with some guilt.

"I know you have bad memories, Alex," Mulder began kindly, hugging the other man. "And I know I'm part of it. But this time will be different, Alex. Trust me."

"I don't have real choice, do I?" Krycek asked.

"You do have choice, Alex. I don't want to scare you," Mulder said.

"Scare me?" Krycek replied with some anger. "Don't joke. I don't like that, but I can take it like a man. Sorry if I gave the feeling I was suddenly a little girl, Fox. I was just tired."

But Mulder didn't buy it. He knew Krycek was terrified at the idea of being penetrated again. And Mulder wanted to erase that bad feeling. He gently kissed the young man again, and whispered in his ear, "Let me show you how it can be good, Alex. I'm sure you're going to enjoy it."

Krycek relaxed a little when Mulder's hand slid against against his back and stroked his ass. When he felt the other man was accustomized to his hand, he stretched and opened the nightstand drawer, taking the tube of lube. He put a bit on his fingers, and explained, "I'm going to stretch you, Alex. As slowly as you need. Just relax and trust me."

"I can try," Krycek breathed.

Mulder slid further under the covers, and teased Krycek's semi-hard cock with the tip of his tongue.

Krycek had a distinct moan. "Jesus, Mulder!" he exclaimed when Mulder wrapped his hot mouth around the now rock hard shaft.

The agent gently sucked while his hand seeked for the tight opening. Krycek had a little start when he introduced his forefinger in his ass, but soon relaxed as Mulder began to pump, teasing the nerves on the ring muscles. Slowly, Mulder slid another digit, this time cissoring his fingers to stretch the young man a little more, before entering him with a third finger. Krycek was moaning, his hand stroking Mulder's mussed hair.

"More," he begged, bucking against the agent's hand.

Mulder withdrew his fingers, cleansing them quickly on a tissue. Krycek wanted to roll on his stomach but Mulder stopped him.

"Lay on your back," he said.

Krycek obeyed and whispered, "You're a real genius at making me feel vulnerable."

Mulder smiled while positionning between the young man's open legs. "Yes, and you like it."

He put a few pillows under the young man's head and back, and the other man frowned. "I want you to watch," Mulder only said. Krycek had an unexpected and genuine blush, but his cock twitched in Mulder's stroking hand. The agent slowly entered him, looking at Krycek's face. He knew that the sight of his cock slowly swallowed by Krycek's ass and the feeling of his hard shaft brushing against the puckered opening would sent the young man to the edge. Krycek's cock hardened more as his gaze was locked on their joining.

Mulder began thrusting slowly, letting Krycek becoming accustomed to his size, before leaning down against the young man's chest and kissing him deeply, Krycek's cock was sandwitched between their sweating bodies. Mulder thrust his tongue hard and deep in Krycek's mouth, mimicking what his cock was doing in the young man's tight channel, until Krycek moaned aloud, hugging him with his valid arm, wrapping his legs around Mulder's waist, bucking his hips against the agent's.

Mulder pushed more, hitting for the first time Krycek's prostate, swallowing the young man's cry of pleasure, before repeating the stroke, again and again, until Krycek came hard, shooting jets of hot sperm on their stomachs, his whole body caught by spasms of pleasure. Mulder, overwhelmed by the feeling, came at his turn, adding new drops of semen to the creamy liquid that was still there.

They stayed for a while like that, still joined, panting, trying to catch their breath. Krycek kissed Mulder in the neck, just behind the ear, before relaxing against the pillows.

"Liked it, Alex?" Mulder teased him.

Krycek had another of his surprisingly genuine smiles, and licked his lips, "Can we do it again, Mulder?"

They laughed, and Mulder distangled himself from Krycek's body, but only to lie down beside him and huge him.

"I'm sorry for the first time, Alex," Mulder whispered. "I'm aware that I didn't act any better than Cancerman."

"He was a lot more brutal than you, Mulder," Krycek sighed. "Don't feel guilty about that. I've done worse to you."

Mulder smiled and kissed Krycek on the lips, then put the other man's head rest on his shoulder. Krycek teased Mulder's nipples with his fingers, before telling suddenly, "Your father's murderer... is dead, Mulder. I shot him a few months ago, when he tried to capture me."

"How did you know it was him?"

"Because..." Krycek began, trying to find the right words. "I respected your father, Mulder. He had some good ideas. When the Consortium decided to execute him, I didn't agree, but of course they didn't listen to me. I tried to warn your father, but I came too late. That's why I was there."

Mulder stayed silent for a while, digesting the news, his hand playing in Krycek's hair. Something deep in him told him that the young man wasn't lying. A weight was slowly taken off his heart. He hugged Krycek more, letting them slide into a deep sleep.

Monday morning...

"May I drive?" Krycek asked the following monday morning as they were about to go back into town.

The snow storm had stopped during the night, and the roads had been cleared enough to be safe. Mulder and Krycek had spent the whole sunday in bed, making love and chatting, and Mulder had the strange feeling they were now almost... friends? Mates, at least.

"You can," Mulder replied, tossing him the keys.

He understood that Krycek wanted to prove, perhaps to himself, that he was able to drive with his new artificial arm. Mulder hid a smile. He had never expected such weaknesses from the young man.

At 9 AM, they stopped in the suburbs for a quick breakfast, in a little bar. They ate quickly some muffins and coffee, before Krycek asked for a little walk.

"Need to breath?" Mulder asked.

"Need of you," Krycek whispered as they arrived in the back of the house. He suddenly grabbed Mulder by the arm and pushed him against the wall, kissing him deeply until Mulder moaned.

The FBI agent distinctly heard someone coughing next to him. He gently pushed Krycek away and saw agent Dana Scully, clad in her usual black coat, looking at him with some surprise on her lovely face.

"I'm sorry to disturb you in such good company, Mulder, but I saw you in the bar, and I believed that your friend was Krycek. When I saw him heading you here, I was afraid for you..."

She never ended her sentence. Krycek turned back and she opened her mouth wide, and wider when she saw Mulder putting his hand on Krycek's shoulder.

Krycek told Scully with a cocky smile, "You should close your mouth, Dana. From here, I can almost see the color of your panties!"

A strange feeling went through Krycek's soul when he entered the FBI building. When was the first time he was there? Three years? More? He couldn't even remember. He was young and naive at the time, even if he had been sent to watch Mulder's investigations. It was one of his first important missions for the consortium and he was proud of the trust that was given to him. But soon he had discovered that the Consortium was a bunch of old men who feared the loss of power. And he had betrayed them.

Now he was paying.

The first person he saw, like a shadow from the past, was Walter Skinner. Krycek felt very uncomfortable. The last time they had met, Krycek was in charge, thanks to the little remote that controlled whether Skinner lived or died. But Cancerman had taken the remote and he was the one who was now controlling the AD. And he knew Skinner knew it.

"You're going to work with Mulder and Scully," Skinner told him. He was seated in his armchair, and had left Krycek standing up. "When I say work with, I mean you're under their orders. They will probably give you the administrative work they dislike."

Krycek only nodded.

"Your old friend Cancerman had phoned me," Skinner resumed with a little smile. "So you're now Mulder's fucktoy?"

Krycek started. He had never thought that the A.D. could be so crude. And his hate for Cancerman grew a little more. The old bastard must have come just telling Skinner what he did to Krycek.

"It's better than having my life controlled by a remote," Krycek fired back.

"I wonder," Skinner replied, "if I don't prefer to have my life controlled by a remote rather than depend on my talent to take a cock up in my ass!"

Krycek took it all in stride. He left Skinner's office swearing he would take his revenge. But he had a bitter taste in his mouth.

Scully' reception wasn't any better. She looked at him as if he were a piece of garbage and coldly ignored him, giving him some reports.

"Try at least to type them without mistakes," she snorted.

Krycek swallowed his anger. Mulder had been called outside and wouldn't be back before the end of the day. When Scully left, telling him she wanted all the reports finished at 5 P.M. he only nodded, but as soon as the door was closed, he left the reports and began to surf the net. He knew where to look and how to find what he wanted. If Skinner and Cancerman thought he was broken, they were wrong.

Skinner's assistant called him at the end of the day. "Mr Skinner wants to see you, agent Krycek," the handsome redhead said. "In the basement, in the special cells."

Krycek nodded, wondering what the A.D. could want. He hurried down the stairs, noticing mechanically that there weren't a lot of people down there. He entered the room, and frowned. He was alone. He barely heard a slight sound before a hard fist hit his stomach with a loud noise, as air escaped from his lungs. Strong hand cupped him by the waist, and threw him on the table.

"Time for payback, Krycek," Skinner's cold voice told him.

"Sir..." Krycek panted, trying to catch his breath.

He stopped when he felt the A.D.'s hands on his fly. Before he could react, his pants had been pulled down to his knees, quickly followed by his boxers.

"Our old friend Cancerman had told me what your weakness is, Krycek, " Skinner told him as he unzipped his fly. "You're afraid like a little girl when a man shows you his dick!"

Krycek couldn't speak a word. Deep terror filled him and his breath came in short gasps, as his mind played over and over again the time he had spent in the Cancerman's claws. But he didn't beg. He knew Skinner would never forgive him for what he had done to him. He wanted revenge. Krycek didn't see the use of humiliating himself more. He remembered what he had told Mulder, 'I can take it like a man'. It was time to prove it.

Krycek felt Skinner's hand parting his asscheeks and he closed his eyes, trying to relax his muscles. He knew it was going to be painful. He tried to close his mind, but he failed. Skinner entered him with such brutality that Krycek screamed in pain before a black veil fell over his eyes.

When he was aware again, he felt a burning pain in the small of his back from Skinner's repeated and violent thrusts in his ass. Krycek felt as limp as a ragdoll. He was unable to fight, unable to even beg. He could only be subjected. He felt Skinner shooting his load, then withdrawing, and a warm sticky liquid running down on his thighs. Krycek didn't move. Part of him was begging for help, the other part remained indifferent. He tried to catch his breath.

Skinner grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him to his feet. Then he gave him another vicious punch in the stomach and Krycek bent over, the pain radiating in his whole body. Skinner threw him in a corner of the little room, and Krycek landed hard on the cold ground. He managed to retie his clothes with shaking hands, before sliding into the dark shadows.

"Where's Krycek, Sir?" Mulder asked Skinner when the AD came back. He had checked out all the offices, but Krycek was nowhere to be found.

"In Hell, I hope," the A.D. responded between clenched teeth. "I don't know and don't care, agent Mulder."

"You wonder why I'm so... friendly with him, Sir?" Mulder asked.

Skinner nodded. "I don't understand, Mulder. I know all about the little deal you have with Cancerman concerning Krycek. He gave him to you. But why the Hell do you make it agreeable for him?"

Mulder wondered how much he could trust the A.D. "Krycek isn't my father's murderer, Sir, I know that for sure. And he didn't kill Scully's sister, either."

"I know that, too," Skinner agreed. "But he has been your constant enemy for years, Mulder."

Mulder sighed and told him frankly, "I don't understand myself, Sir. When I found Krycek he seemed so helpless that I felt... pity for him."

"If you had experienced what I'd gone through, you wouldn't feel any pity for him," Skinner replied.

"I understand, Sir," Mulder said. He looked at his superior, knowing that Skinner knew where Krycek was.

Skinner stayed silent for a while then said, "You'll find him in the basement, special cells section. He will probably tell you what happened. I've neither guilt nor regrets, Mulder. For me, that guy is a bastard. I really don't understand why you care about him."

Mulder didn't reply. He wondered what the A.D. could have done to Krycek.

He understood the second he saw Krycek snuggled in the corner of the dark small, cold room, his arms circling his knees. When Mulder entered the room, he started and then whispered, "Why did you do that, Mulder?"

Mulder knelt beside him. When he stretched his hand to stroke Krycek's hair, the other man pulled him away from him, whispering, "Don't touch me!"

Mulder obeyed, asking calmly, "Why did I do what, Alex?"

"Why did you give me to him?" Krycek asked in a miserable voice.

Mulder shook his head, "I swear I never did that. And I will never do it."

The anger in Krycek's eyes faded and he sighed deeply, "I believe you." He tried to get up but staggered and would have fallen without Mulder's help.

"Lean against me, Alex," the agent said, hugging him gently.

Krycek sank into the embrace, burying his face in Mulder's neck. "I want to go home," he whispered. "I mean, your apartment."

Mulder just nodded, and they walked silently to his car. But he was surprised that Krycek called his apartment 'home'. It showed a vulnerable side of Krycek's personality he wasn't accustomed to.

Later...

Mulder looked with concern at Krycek's body on the bed. The man was lying still, not moving, not talking. When they had arrived home, Krycek had rushed into the shower then changed out of his suit into navy jogging pants and a long-sleeved grey tee shirt. Then he had lain down on the couch without speaking.

When the agent heard a knock at the door, he sighed in relief. Scully entered the room, handing him a little bag.

"So, what happened? Your little protégé grazed his knee and he's screaming?"

Mulder sighed again. "Scully, I'm just asking you as a friend, to check on him. He has a bad bruise on his stomach and I wonder if some of his ribs aren't broken."

"I hope they are," Scully replied. "It's painful."

"Look, I have to buy some groceries. Stay with him until I come back, okay?"

Scully nodded but her lovely face was unreadable. When Mulder left, she walked towards the bed and rudely ordered to Krycek to take off his tee shirt.

"Can't I keep..." Krycek began. But Scully was too angry to notice his embarrassment, and she nearly tore the tee shirt removing it. Part of her mind waited for a joke from Krycek about having his clothes torn by a woman, but nothing came. Krycek lay motionless on the bed, his eyes locked on the ceiling.

Scully began to examine the muscled torso, grimacing when she saw the large bruise. She brushed her hand across his rib, before pressing on them but Krycek didn't yell, so she continued lower. This time, Krycek jumped, moaning in pain. Scully applied her hands harder, and this time the man gritted his teeth, his fist clenching the bedspread.

"Hurt, Krycek?" she asked without any kindness.

Krycek nodded, and yelled when she pressed against the large bruise.

"Please stop!" he exclaimed.

"Poor little delicate thing," Scully said sarcastically. "Skinner endured his pain without a moan. And he was suffering a lot more than you."

Krycek didn't reply, clenching his fist harder when Scully touched him again. The pain was radiating through out his whole body and it hurt like hell. Scully frowned when she saw the bruise continue under his waistband, and she put her hands on the waistband in a professional gesture.

"No!" Krycek yelled, grabbing her hands with his own. "Please, no!" he repeated in a begging tone. His breath was coming in short gasps and his eyes were wide open with fear.

Scully released his fly and frowned again when he opened his mouth, looking for air that didn't seem to want to enter his lungs.

"Sit up!" she ordered, helping him the best she could.

"... can't... breath," Krycek panted.

"You're hyperventilating," Scully explained, jumping on the bed and forcing him to bend his head between his knees. "Breath!"

She massaged his chest slowly, as she felt Krycek's panic ending. "Breath!" she repeated. She let him sit like that for a few minutes, before Krycek finally started breathing normally. She helped him to lie down again.

"Your ribs aren't broken," Scully told him coldly. "But I have to check out lower. I didn't intend to seduce you, Krycek. You could be the last man on earth I wouldn't want you!"

Krycek didn't reply, but said, "You can leave, Scully. There's nothing I can't deal with myself."

But Scully didn't leave. She wasn't very proud of herself. She hated Krycek; she hated him a lot, but now she knew he wasn't, despite all the appearances, her sister's murderer. She arrested Melissa's murderer herself. And Mulder told her that Krycek wasn't his father's murderer either. 'I hate him because he's insolent; because... oh come on, Scully! You hate him because he hurt Skinner. And you care for Skinner; you care a lot!'

"I've something for your bruise," Scully said, handing him a little tube from her bag. "Stay quiet."

"Why?" Krycek asked bitterly, "you don't care if I suffer or no!"

"That's not true," Scully replied, blushing. "Okay, I haven't acted like a physician, and I'm sorry for that."

She applied the cold gel on Krycek's stomach, before cleaning her hand on a tissue and start preparing some tea. She poured it into a couple of Mulder's funny mugs and handed one steamy cup to Krycek, who looked at her with amazement.

"Why were you so upset?" Scully asked.

Krycek sighed and looked through the window.

"You should talk to me," Scully urged him. "I'm a physician, Krycek. I may be able to help you."

After a new mug of tea, Scully knew everything that had happened to the young man in the last days. Of course he hadn't given her graphic details, but she guessed he was a lot more hurt than he wanted to admit, even if his will seemed to be back. But when she suggested to Krycek he should see a shrink, he just laughed.

"Come on, Scully, I'm not going to lie down on a couch and whine about life," he protested. "Perhaps I only needed to speak to someone."

Scully nodded, not very convinced, but after all, she had done her duty as a physician.

When Mulder came back she only told him that Krycek hadn't broken his ribs. Before leaving, she whispered, "Listen, Mulder, frankly, I can't say that I like Krycek, but... he is a human being, after all."

"What do you mean, Scully?" Mulder asked, stunned. "Should have I bring Krycek to the hospital, is that what you want to say?"

Scully sighed, "No Mulder, that's not what I'm talking about, and you know it. I'm talking about..." She suddenly paused. "Look, Mulder, what you do with Krycek is your own business, even if it surprises me. But Krycek isn't your... your slave or your toy. He had the right to say no. I don't know what Cancerman has told you, but you can't act like him!"

Mulder blushed lightly when he realized what his partner was talking about. "Does he complain about that?" he asked.

"No, he doesn't. But he told me about your deal, and when I asked him if he agrees with being your... your lover," the blush on Scully's cheeks was now a nice scarlet, "he didn't reply. He just mumbled it was okay. I think he's afraid. And what happened this afternoon with Skinner hasn't helped. I have to admit I don't recognize you, Mulder. This sudden attitude towards Krycek is disconcerting. If you like men, Mulder, why don't you date a normal guy?"

There were neither rejection nor even judgment in Scully's voice, but just the legitimate wonder of a friend who suddenly didn't understand her partner.

Mulder ran a hand through his hair. "I notice you don't condemn Skinner's actions."

It was Scully's turn to be embarrassed, and she blushed deeply. She had hoped that Mulder hadn't noticed her growing attachment to their boss, but now she knew he knew.

"Okay, Scully, you pointed something I didn't think about. I'm going to have a little talk with Krycek, I promise you."

Scully nodded and left, leaving a very uncomfortable and thoughtful Mulder. He entered his apartment again, and looked at Krycek. The young man was seated on the couch, and was watching TV, skipping through the channels.

"Help me make dinner?" Mulder asked, showing the kitchen.

Krycek had a frank laugh, "Mulder we sound like an old married couple."

They ate in front of the TV and Mulder was thankful. With the TV on, he had time to gather his thoughts. And Krycek didn't speak a word. He wondered if Scully wasn't right, after all. For what all he knew, Krycek was straight. He had himself admited that he had never been with a man before Cancerman's assault. Perhaps at first he was confused and that was the reason he had welcomed Mulder's attention. But what about now? Mulder was still wondering about Krycek's feelings when they prepared themselves for the night. Krycek seemed a bit more relaxed, but when Mulder asked him about Skinner, he immediately tensed.

"Look, Mulder, I talked to Scully. I can deal with what happened. And I don't want to talk about that with you."

"Do you feel dirty?" Mulder asked, remembering what he had read about rape victims.

"No," Krycek responded thoughtfully. "It's strange. When I took a shower after Cancerman finished, I felt relieved, even if the water was icy. " Krycek sighed and added, "I don't know if you're worrying about me, Mulder, but don't. I'm not traumatized by what happened this afternoon. I talked to Scully and I feel better." Krycek wondered if he were going crazy. When Cancerman had assaulted him, he had felt dirty. But coming from Skinner, he saw it more like a kind of act of power then like something dirty. Skinner wanted to show he was now the boss, and strangely, Krycek could accept that.

"I'll talk to Skinner tomorrow," Mulder said while turning down the bed. "I don't want this to happen again."

"You don't like to share your toys, do you?" Krycek asked.

"You're not my toy, Alex," Mulder replied, putting his hands on the younger man's shoulders. "You're free."

Krycek stared into Mulder's eyes, "Does it mean I've get the right to say no?"

"You do have this right, Alex," Mulder answered.

Krycek sighed deeply as if a heavy weight was taken off his shoulders. He slid under the covers, and Mulder joined him, surprised by Krycek's spontaneous move to sink into his embrace. Mulder hugged the younger man, ready to listen him.

"At first," Krycek began tentatively, "I was so upset that I didn't really care to live or to die when they left me in the snow. In fact I wanted to die. For the first time, my will to survive had left me. But when you didn't shoot, I began to want to live again. I knew you could only kill me from anger, not in cold blood. Then..."

He stopped, and Mulder hugged him tightly, kissing his short hair. "I told you before and I'm telling you again, I'm sorry, Alex. Really sorry. I never forced anybody before, and I feel guilty, believe me."

"As I've told you before, Mulder," Krycek replied, "I've done worse to you. I don't want to think about that for now. I just wanted to know if you gave me to Skinner."

"I can't condone what Skinner did but you have to admit he had some reasons to be angry with you."

Krycek laughed bitterly. "Your precious Skinner. Don't think I'm not going to get revenge, Mulder. I don't know when, I don't know how, but he's going to pay!"

Mulder felt both a sense of relief to see Alex fighting for something and a sense of dread for what might happen to the AD. " Just promise me you won't kill him Alex. That's all I ask."

"Don't worry about him, Mulder," Krycek snorted. "I don't plan to kill him. I don't want Scully to be in pain and to hate me any more."

Mulder laughed softly and stroked the younger man's hair. Then he became serious. "Scully told me you had told her about what happened this weekend. Alex." Mulder failed to find the right words. "Do you... are you... oh, shit! Why can't I say it?"

"Say what, Mulder?" Krycek asked, snuggling more comfortably against him.

"You're straight, Alex, you said so yourself. So why do you let me have sex with you?"

Mulder was aware it wasn't perhaps the best way to word it but at least he had said it. Krycek's reaction surprised him. The younger man burst into laughter.

"Because I like it!" he finally said.

"That's a good reason," Mulder agreed, laughing, too. "But you can't change like that in only a few days."

"Who told you I changed in a few days?" Krycek replied. "I don't say I'm going to chase pants instead of skirts, Mulder. I like when we have sex, I never said I like having sex with men." He sighed and explained, "I don't really know, Mulder. I never thought I could enjoy fucking with a man, trust me on this one. But I have to admit I like to be with you."

"So you weren't lying to me, were you?" Mulder asked, remembering Scully's doubts. "When you hold me it's of your free will?"

"No, of course not. Mulder, I don't know myself why I act like that. It's new for me, too. But don't feel guilty, Mulder. If I didn't want you in my bed, I would have told you. If I'd really wanted to, I'd have escaped as soon as we were back in town. I could disappear if I wanted to, Mulder."

"So why do you stay here?"

"Because I feel good," Krycek only replied.

He suddenly rose on his elbow, and gently kissed Mulder's lips. The older man wondered if even the best shrink in the world could explain Krycek's psyche.

Three days later.

Krycek was standing on Skinner's balcony, waiting for the AD to remove his gun and holster and enter the room. When he saw the older man coming back from the bathroom he entered the room in one move, pointing his gun at Skinner.

"Don't move," he said.

Skinner froze with a quick look to his gun trapped in the drawer.

"No, Walter, that's not a good idea," Krycek said with an evil smile. "If you do exactly what I say, you will stay alive. If you try to do otherwise, I shoot you."

Skinner nodded.

"Your bedroom," Krycek ordered.

He saw the scornful smile on the A.D.'s face just before he turned to head towards the other room and smiled himself. Skinner was visibly thinking Krycek just wanted revenge, and was about to fuck him. But he was wrong. Krycek had known since the beginning he couldn't avenge this way. Skinner wasn't a virgin; and to break him using sex would be rather.

"Strip," he ordered the older man. "Then open your special closet."

Skinner looked at him with surprise.

"Yes, Walter," Krycek smiled, "I do know about your special tastes in leather and chains."

He had learnt about it hacking into the Consortium's files during the week. He waved his gun toward Skinner who quickly took off his clothes and underwear without showing the slightest sign of embarrassment. His body was beautifully built, well muscled, and he was hung like a horse. Krycek felt an unexpected twitch in his cock when his gaze ran along Skinner's body.

"Put that nice collar on," Krycek ordered, trying to clear his mind from distractions. Again Skinner obeyed. Krycek took the handcuffs out from the closet and secured Skinner's wrists. He then secured the leash of the collar to the head of the bed. He made Skinner kneel on the bed and secured his bound hands to the bed. Now Skinner was totally at his mercy, his ass up in the air. Krycek's cock grew harder.

"Okay," Krycek said. "Now it's time for fun!"

"Do you really think that little thing you call a dick can hurt me?" Skinner asked with scorn.

Krycek couldn't help but admire the man. He was naked and bound, a gun pointed at his head, but he didn't panic.

"And do you really think I'm that stupid?" Krycek asked. "No, Walter, I'm not going to fuck you." Not that he hadn't thought of it. In fact, his cock was painfully hard. He patted Skinner's ass. "Cancerman told you my weakness, didn't he? I had to find yours myself." He paused again, and took a dildo out of the little closet. "Nice one, Walter, I'm sure it's going to fit your ass nicely."

Skinner didn't reply. Krycek smiled again, "Humiliation, Walter, is your weakness. You don't care about pain; you've been through too much suffering, in part thanks to me, to really fear pain. But you're afraid for your reputation. I could take pictures of you with that dildo, and send them to your colleagues."

This time, he clearly saw the tremor running down Skinner's spine.

"But I know more, Walter," Krycek resumed, stroking Skinner's back. "Your worst fear."

"And what is it?" Skinner asked in a less confident voice.

"A beautiful redhead," the younger man replied. "You love her, Walter, don't you? You never dared tell her, but you love her. And you care a lot about her friendship and her respect. When she was so ill she was about to die, or when you were about to die and she saved you, a strong bond was created between you two. She respects and admires you, Walter, believe me. But I'm not sure this respect will still exist when she finds you like that."

"Bastard!" Skinner spat, anger rising in his voice.

"Oh come on, Walter, you can do better than that," Krycek laughed. "So, let's call special agent Dana Scully."

"No!" Skinner yelled. "Don't do that!"

"Why not?" Krycek asked.

Skinner tried to turn his head towards him, it was difficult with the restrains, and told him in a hoarse voice, "I can help you, Krycek."

"With the Consortium? I'm a big boy, Walter. I can do that myself. Cancerman won the battle, but he didn't win the war."

"I'm not talking about the Consortium," Skinner explained. "I'm talking about you. About what happened. I can heal you, Krycek!"

Krycek knelt to Skinner's eye level. "I'm listening, Walter."

"I'm sure you have nightmares about me, Krycek, don't you? You were scared to death when I fucked you. You didn't beg, but you were close to it."

Krycek swallowed. That bastard had found the right place to hit. The A.D. was right. There wasn't one night he didn't wake up screaming, dreaming that Skinner had trapped him in a dark cell and was raping him.

"I can make love to you, Krycek, I can erase the bad memories," Skinner whispered. "I can make your body climax so hard you'll forget the rape."

Krycek didn't reply, playing with his gun. He couldn't help but remember that it had worked wonderfully with Mulder. Mulder had raped him; but then Mulder had been so tender with him. Now the bad memory was gone. Krycek had always believed that the one who inflicted the pain was the best person to erase it. And his rock hard cock agreed with him.

"If your suggesting that I set your hands free, I'm not that stupid," Krycek warned him. "You'll stay bound to the bed."

"I'm offering you a deal, Krycek," Skinner replied, "I make you forget and you forget to call Dana."

"Why would you do that?" the younger man asked. "You hate me. Why would you want to help me?"

"Because I love Dana," Skinner whispered. Krycek didn't answer. He couldn't decide. "What's the matter, Krycek," Skinner told him, "Are you afraid of a bound man? Or are you afraid of your own body?"

Krycek looked at Skinner. He had made his decision. He took out his cellphone and dialed a number.

"Scully? Skinner wants to see you, at his apartment, at five. No, I don't know why." He hung up and took the key to the collar, his phone and his gun, and put them on the low table against the wall, out of Skinner's reach. He freed Skinner's hands.

"You can't reach the key or the phone, Walter," he said to the A.D."If I don't call Dana back, she will be there in two hours. Your choice, Walter."

Skinner nodded. "It would be easier if you remove some clothes," he said.

Krycek took off his leather jacket and his shoes, knelt on the bed. "Show me, Walter," he said.

He wasn't that confident and when Skinner put his hands on his shoulder to make him lay down on the bed, he felt a jolt of fear in his body.

"Relax, Krycek," Skinner whispered as he buried his face in Krycek's neck.

He unfastened Krycek's shirt, but the younger man's hands prevented him from removing it and he didn't insist. He left a trail of kisses from Krycek's neck to his nipples, playing with them, teasing, sucking, until the other man let a moan escape. Skinner's hand slid to Krycek's crotch, squeezing the denim covered shaft. Krycek briefly closed his eyes. The man knew how to make it good. In one move, Skinner had opened his pants and pulled them down, engulfing the other man's hard shaft in his warm mouth, milking the throbbing erection until Krycek moaned aloud.

The younger man's body arched on the bed, wanting more, but Skinner's strong hands stopped him, and Krycek had to endure the delicious torture of Skinner's experienced tongue and lips on his swollen cock. When he thought he couldn't stand anymore without coming, Skinner left him, but only to crawl deeper between Krycek's open legs, completely removing his pants, before running his tongue on the heavy sac, rolling the balls into his mouth. He put the two pillows under Krycek's hips.

Krycek was panting. He swallowed convulsively, as Skinner's tongue went lower and lower until it brushed his puckered opening, making the younger man gasp. The tongue worried and worked on the ring of muscles until it parted, allowing entrance. Krycek was close to heaven. His cock was twitching against his flat belly, begging for release, and the small of his back was invaded by wonderful sensations of upcoming pleasure. But too soon, Skinner's velvet tongue retreated, living a moaning Krycek.

"Ready for more?" the A.D. asked, taking a tube of lube in the nightstand.

Krycek nodded. This time he wasn't afraid. His whole body was shivering from need. He watched as the older man quickly greased his cock and was surprised to see a tiny pearl of moisture on the tip. His own headcock was covered with precum he hadn't even realized leaked out. Nevertheless he tensed a bit when Skinner lay down on him, and when he felt the tip of his thick cock searching entrance. The man was big and heavy on him, and Krycek felt a little trapped. As if he had felt the other man's angst, Skinner suddenly leaned towards him and kissed him deeply, taking advantage of Krycek's surprise to enter him in one thrust, trapping the younger man's hard shaft between their stomachs.

Krycek moaned in Skinner's mouth, wondering how the man who had brutally raped him a few days ago could now kiss him so tenderly. Their tongues fought for dominance as Skinner's cock thrust into his tight channel, pushing him closer to heaven with each stroke.

Skinner abruptly ended the kiss as Krycek was close to coming and sank his golden hazel eyes in the younger man's green ones. He thrust once again, slowly at first then in full force and Krycek felt something break deep in him as an intense orgasm took birth in his balls to end shaking his whole body as he shot jets of hot semen on their stomachs, his body arching from hot white pleasure, barely aware that Skinner was coming deep in him.

When Krycek came back to reality, it could have been a few seconds or a few hours after. He noticed Skinner was still in him, he could feel the hard cock softening, but he was still trapped under the muscled body of the A.D.

"Walter?" he whispered in Skinner's ear. "Still alive?"

He vaguely remembered Skinner's face tensed with orgasm above him.

"Barely," the older man replied, raising himself on his elbows. "You killed me." Krycek smiled, "You did all the work."

Skinner smiled too. Then he looked at the leather collar and asked, "Remove it?"

"Let me pick up the key," Krycek replied.

Everything was back to normal between them and the younger man tried to shake the remains of the intense pleasure the older man had given to him. But it was hard, especially when Skinner moved to disentangle their bodies and he felt the other man's still semi-hard cock slipping from his tight channel, sending shivers of remaining sensations in his cock.

When he finally got up, he was surprised to find his legs weak. He hurried to the bathroom, quickly cleaned himself, then put on his boxers and pants on. Skinner was watching him and Krycek smiled. "You're going to hate me, Walter, but believe me, this isn't part of revenge," he said while picking up the handcuffs and securing Skinner's hands to the bed.

"I should have known I couldn't trust you," Skinner sighed.

"No, Walter, you don't understand," Krycek explained, while removing the leather collar. "I'm going to leave you. Dana will come. She'll find you decently covered," while saying this he put on the sheet on Skinner's legs and hips, "bounded and blindfolded. She's in love with you, Walter. It will be up to you to use the situation to make her your lover."

Skinner looked at him with surprise. "Why?" he simply asked.

"Because I'm a hopeless romantic," Krycek replied while blindfolding him. He completed his work quickly cleaning Skinner's body from his own come and sweat, and left him alone. It was time. Scully was ringing the doorbell. Krycek opened the door.

"He's waiting for you," he smiled to the young woman.

Scully frowned, but let him leave without trying to stop him. She hurried to the bedroom Krycek had showed, and opened the door. Her jaw dropped when she saw the A.D., obviously naked under the thin sheet, 'what a pity a so interesting part of his anatomy is covered' she thought, his hands bounded, a blindfold over his eyes.

She didn't say anything. Her gaze was locked on the powerful chest. She sat down on the bed and without thinking, ran her hand on the dark patch of curls that covered Skinner's chest.

"Dana?" he whispered in a husky voice.

Scully jumped and babbled, "I thought you were unconscious; I was checking your heartbeat; I. How did you know it was me?"

"Your perfume," Skinner replied in the same hoarse voice. "Chanel number 19." She didn't reply, taking off the blindfold, only to jump again when her troubled gaze met Skinner's lusty one.

"I'm going to free you," she said, trying to make her voice clear. She stopped, then picked up the handcuffs' key on the nightstand and freed the A.D.'s hands. As soon as he was free, Skinner took Dana's hands in his, and pulled her close to him. Her lips only a few inches from Skinner's, Dana became turned on. She was half lying on top of the AD and moisture was growing between her legs.

"Kiss me, Dana," Skinner whispered.