He shot his cuff and looked at his watch in the dim glow of the few
remaining streetlights. 2 a.m. and Scully wouldn't relieve him until 5.
Since the man he was watching for would reportedly be on foot, he couldn't
even depend on the noise of a vehicle to alert him. He had to keep his eyes
trained on that shadowy doorway and call in the moment the suspect appeared.
He wasn't even allowed to follow the guy, just report that he had arrived at
the office. Kersh had been very clear that any screwups would virtually
guarantee that the X Files would forever remain out of Mulder's reach.
He had run out of sunflower seeds a couple of hours ago. If he drank any
more coffee, which was cold anyway, he was going to jump clear out of his
skin. He thought about getting out of the car and walking around a bit, but
squashed that idea for fear of tipping off his quarry.
Keeping his eyes on the building, he reached over and opened the glovebox,
hoping he had another bag of seeds in there. The sound of a door opening
behind him startled him into turning around. He caught a glimpse of dark
hair and black leather before snapping his head around and drawing out his
gun. He held the gun up and glanced back trying to see the intruder and
keep the building in view. The angles involved made it very difficult.
"Is that any way to greet a friend, my little Snickerdoodle?" The black
velvet voice coming out of the darkness belonged to none other than Alex
Krycek, whom he hadn't heard from in over a week.
"Oh, I get it now. You want me to kill you. Well hell, Alex, all you had
to do was ask," replied Mulder disgustedly. But he did put his weapon away.
"What are you doing here?"
"You're very inquisitive aren't you? Always asking questions." Krycek
reeled them off as if reading a grocery list, "What do you want? Where are
you? What are you doing here? Why'd you take my gun? Is that my garter
belt you're wearing? You're just full of questions."
"Yeah, and you're just full of—"
"Nuh uh uh, that's no way to talk, my little love monkey."
"Krycek, I swear I am going to kill you. I can claim insanity or
self-defense. Either way, they would never convict me once they knew how
irritating you can be."
"And you would want to air our dirty laundry in public, my little—"
The sliding sound of a gun clearing leather stopped Alex before the next
endearment made it out of his mouth. Mulder smirked and said, "Finally, a
way to shut you up."
"I know a much better way," insinuated Krycek smoothly, as Mulder felt the
leer hit the back of his head with an imaginary thump.
"What is it with you? Are you obsessed with sex?" Mulder manfully ignored
the erection trying to break out of his own pants.
"I didn't say anything about sex, now did I? But now that you bring it
up— no pun intended—have you been getting any? Besides from your lovely
right hand, of course," chuckled Krycek as he leaned against the back of the
front seat.
Mulder swallowed hard as soft breath caressed his neck. He tried to sniff
disdainfully, but almost moaned as the scent of Polo invaded his head.
Damn, the bastard would show up on a Friday. It was underlaid with the
faintest whiff of cinnamon. He almost came right then and there. He
blinked slowly, knowing he had to keep watch on the building but wanting
desperately to see Alex.
He glanced into the rearview mirror and Alex snapped, "Eyes front!" He had
obeyed the order before he even realized he was going to do so.
"Aren't you on surveillance? You better keep 'surveilling' then." The cool
amusement was back in his voice. "Just listen or talk, but don't look. You
might miss your guy and get in trouble with the boss man."
"How do you know so much about what I'm doing?" Mulder's knees may have
been a bit weak with lust, but he was still plenty suspicious.
"I told you before, Fox-don't-call-me-that." Krycek whispered right into
Mulder's ear, "I know everything about you."
Mulder could not control his shudder as the combination of warm air and
Krycek's smoky voice tickled his ear. He felt a bit light headed as all the
blood in his upper half raced down to his lower half, leaving him hard and
aching. "Well, what else is new?"
Alex chuckled and said, "What was that?"
Mulder sighed and shifted in his seat. "Nothing. What are you doing here
again?"
"I just came to see you, Fox-don't-call-me-that. Can you believe I missed
you?"
"Not really, no."
"Well, I did. I had to go to— oops, better not tell you where— for a few
days. It was really cold and I had to— um, better not tell you that
either. Well, I spent a lot of time thinking about you. You know, to keep
warm."
"Krycek, I'm supposed to be working, so if I ignore you, will you go away?"
Mulder asked a little desperately as visions of warming Alex danced in his
head. It put those sugarplums all to shame— besides, what the hell's a
sugarplum, anyway?
"Tell you what, you keep 'working'. I mean, really keep your eyes peeled
for your suspect or whatever. And I'll just hang out here and keep you
company. You wouldn't want to fall asleep or anything," said Alex in the
most innocent, helpful voice Mulder had ever heard. He was not reassured,
but he was unbearably aroused.
Mulder shifted in his seat, trying to relieve some of the pressure in his
groin and muttered, "Do whatever you want. Don't you always?"
"Not always, darlin', or I'd have you bent across the hood of this car right
now. And you and I would have been lovers years ago. You'd have had me
while I was young and vulnerable."
Mulder snorted, "When would that be—grade school? That's illegal, not to
mention disgusting."
"I'm wounded, Mulder. You cut me to the quick."
Mulder snorted again but didn't say anything.
"Mulder... Fox... Snickerdoodle?" Mulder shot his meanest glare at the
rearview mirror then quickly turned back to his watch.
The sarcasm seemed mostly self-directed as Krycek said, "When we first met,
I had a hero-worshipping crush on you. Isn't that the cutest thing you ever
heard?" His voice slipped back into velvet soft seduction, murmuring, "Then
I got to know you. No more crush for me, then it became raw animal lust.
You know, the kind that makes you want to rip the other person apart with
your teeth?"
Mulder groaned and wondered if he could ease his hand into his pants without
Krycek noticing. He decided it was worth a try even though the odds were
not in his favor. He slid one hand into his lap, loosened his belt and
button, and slowly slid the zipper down, coughing loudly to cover the sound.
"You're not getting sick are you?"
"Yeah, and it's contagious so you better get back before you catch a nasty
germ." His cock leapt into his hand and he breathed deeply to control his
reaction.
Krycek laughed unpleasantly and said, "After the Black Oil, being infected
with a simple little bad cold doesn't scare me much."
"I guess not." Mulder suppressed another shiver as he stroked down his
length with light teasing fingers, hitting the most sensitive spots with
well-practiced touches. Krycek's breath was a sinuous flow over his neck
and ear, and it was making his heart beat faster and his hand tighten. He
had to say something to distract them both, so he opened his mouth and
blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "So you're wearing Polo on
Fridays again?"
"Yeesss... I bought it just for you. Here take a sniff," offered Alex and
he thrust his face over the seat to almost brush against Mulder's. The
agent's eyes nearly crossed as the scents of cinnamon, Polo, leather, and
Alex suddenly swirled around his head. His hand pulled hard on his cock
and his head tilted back until he could just see the doorway that was the
focus of his stakeout. He briefly noticed that Krycek seemed to be
breathing rather heavily but his brain deemed this information unimportant
considering the climax that was fast approaching, drawing all his body's
resources.
Mulder felt Alex's head tilt down and braced himself for contact but what he
got was an exclamation, "Damn Mulder! Is that for me?"
"What?" Mulder was too far gone for clever obfuscations. Heck, he was
almost too far gone to keep his eyes open. Fear of Kersh's wrath was just
barely strong enough to invade his lizard brain and keep his eyes focussed.
"That's a very impressive woody you're pulling there," replied Krycek
breathlessly. His deep growly voice almost covered the creaking leather
sounds as he muttered in Mulder's ear, "That's gotta be for me, right? Work
that bad boy, Fox. You're close, now. Come on, work it like you want to."
Mulder had given up trying seriously to resist quite awhile back but now he
gave up even the pretense as he stroked his cock faster. He was goal
oriented, and it was within his reach. The long, almost-silent moaning
exhalation against his neck tipped Mulder over the edge. Barely remembering
to keep his eyes open, he arched his back and climaxed, catching the come in
his shirt tail.
He breathed deeply, taking in the earthy, yet alluring scents of aftershave,
leather, sweat, and semen. He vaguely remembered a faint splattering sound
coming from the back seat so he chanced a glance into the rearview mirror.
Krycek's head was bowed and Mulder heard the sound of a zipper being zipped.
He turned back around and was about to ask... what, he didn't know, then he
spotted his quarry.
He muttered a couple of quick curses and snatched up his cell phone. He
punched in the number, gave the information, and agreed to continue watching
until the other agents got there. "That was very close, Krycek. I almost
missed him because of you," complained Mulder. He glanced in the mirror
again. "What was that all about anyway?"
But there was no answer because Krycek was already gone.
Mulder sat in the car until his assignment was finished with the arrival of
four dark sedans that ejected a flock of blank-faced men in dark suits.
Ordinarily, he would have hung around and watched just out of curiosity.
But this time he did as he was told and went straight home. It was almost
four a.m. and he had to be at work at eight, so he needed to try to get a
few hours sleep.
As soon as he walked into his apartment, he checked his phone machine out of
habit. Although he didn't really expect any messages, the infernally sexy
voice slithering out of the little speaker didn't come as a big surprise.
"Mulder, are you thinking about me?"
Mulder muttered, "Well, I wasn't before..."
Krycek's message continued with a slight chuckle, "I had a nice time tonight
on our date."
"Yeah, I have a stain on my upholstery to prove it."
"I think you did too, Fox-don't-call-me-that, no matter what you're telling
yourself now. But the reason I called is to tell you I have to go out of
town again. So... I won't be seeing you or talking to you for awhile. They
don't have good long distance service in— Well, anyway don't get worried if
you don't hear from me for a few weeks. I probably won't be dead."
"You better not be, 'my little Snickerdoodle'," snorted Mulder over the
answering machine's whir of rewinding tape. Mentally whacking himself for
being a fool, he took the tape out and stuck in one of the few places the
men who had searched his apartment had not found yet. Then he went to bed
and dreamed of a naked Alex covered in little cinnamon cookies.
Just One Breath
by Amy B
Fox Mulder heaved a deep sigh and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
He was bored... deeply, mind-numbingly bored. Of all the scut work that he
and Scully had been doing since losing the X Files, this was the worst. The
assignment was to sit and watch an office building in what had to be the
most deserted part of D.C. At least, it was deserted at this late hour.
