Still, if he ignored Krycek now, he was sure he'd spend the rest of his life
wondering what vital information he might have missed, so he might as well
follow the dark figure into the side street and save himself a lot of
second-guessing.
Sighing, Mulder did just that, only to be welcomed by a gun pointing right
between his eyes the moment he turned the corner.
"Hello, Mulder." Krycek whispered in that husky voice of his. "You wouldn't
happen to be going into that bank, would you?"
"What's it to you?" Mulder snarled at him, furious that he'd let himself be
so easily overpowered.
"I have a very good reason for advising you against visiting this particular
bank, at least today." Krycek answered, staring at Mulder with odd
intensity.
"What makes you think I'd ever take YOUR advice, you fucking rat!? What
reason?! What are you raving about now?!" Mulder raged, even as his
curiosity was piqued.
"If you go to that bank, you're going to die." Krycek answered simply. "I
know because I've seen it happen some 80 times now." Krycek's attention
wavered as his voice filled suddenly with world-weariness.
Mulder didn't have a clue what the insane bastard was talking about, but he
figured he'd have ample opportunity to question him later and now took
advantage of Krycek's momentary distraction to kick the gun out of his hand
and attack the infuriating traitor.
However, instead of giving him the instant satisfaction of pounding into
warm muscle, all of the blows he directed at Krycek only encountered air, as
if the man knew where they were going to land long before Mulder himself did
and was gracefully avoiding each and every one with disconcerting ease.
Panting with exertion Mulder redoubled his efforts in a vain attempt to get
a handful of the strangely elusive bastard and somehow pin him to the wall,
or at least land one solid blow. His growing frustration, however, was not
helping his coordination at all.
"You're not gonna listen to me before you're done, are you." Krycek sounded
defeated even though he was still successfully dodging Mulder's blind
charge. "No matter how many times we do it, you always insist on pounding me
through the wall before I can make you listen. Fine, then. You can have your
wicked way with me if that's what it takes. I don't even know why I bother
saving you, you self-righteous asshole."
Mulder didn't hear most of Krycek's bitter monologue, caught as he was in
his futile attempts to hit the other man, but Krycek's next actions
certainly made him pay attention: Krycek backed away a step, pushed down his
black jeans, and clung to the brick wall giving the agent a great sight of
his cute, round ass.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Mulder knew he sounded hysterical, but he
didn't particularly care right at that moment.
Krycek sighed and looked at the spluttering agent over his shoulder:
"Normally you hit me, scream at me, hit me some more, rub against me, tear
off my pants and fuck me raw. What I'm offering here is a shortcut that'd
leave me with a lot less bruises and you with your knuckles a lot less sore.
Take it or leave it." Krycek's tone implied he was dealing with a half-wit
instead of an Oxford graduate.
Was that "The Twilight Zone" theme Mulder was hearing right now? He supposed
he shouldn't be surprised by the spooky turn this Monday was taking, not
after six years in the X files, but this... this wasn't your regular case of
weirdness. It was more like Mulder's late night fantasies, actually, and
those had never before become real.
"You're gonna fuck me or what?" The impatience in Krycek's voice broke
Mulder out of his passivity, and the agent pounced, deciding to leave
worrying for later.
Up close Krycek's ass was even more beautiful than from a few feet away,
smooth and firm, but pliant enough to make rubbing his aching groin against
it an unforgettable experience. Yet, it'd be a shame to lose such a golden
opportunity by simply rubbing himself to completion. So Mulder quickly
unfastened his own pants, grabbed his throbbing cock and aimed it at the
puckered hole between those luscious cheeks.
"80 times we do it and not even once did it cross your mind to check if I'm
ready for you before pushing in!" Krycek gasped even as Mulder's cock slid
into his pre-lubed asshole with only token resistance. "If it didn't hurt so
much, I wouldn't have bothered with making it so easy for you, you bastard."
"Mmmph... What?" Mulder found it rather difficult to concentrate under the
circumstances. Had Krycek just called him a bastard? What did he know about
it? Christ but the tight velvet heat surrounding his dick was heavenly. What
was it he wanted to ask Krycek? Oh, yeah, his parentage... Much much better
than his own hand...
"What do you know about my parents?" he finally managed to groan, instantly
losing all interest in the answer as Krycek's muscles suddenly spasmed
around him, sending a jolt of pure bliss through his body.
Krycek just moaned loudly, apparently also enjoying whatever Mulder had just
done.
Encouraged, Mulder repeated his last action, again thrusting into the pliant
body at the exact angle required for his cock to brush against Krycek's
prostate.
"Fuck!" They both bucked this time, overcome by the intense pleasure.
"Do it again!" Krycek's voice was a living thing, stroking all of Mulder's
sweet spots at once.
"Mmf... no problem!" Mulder gasped and did exactly as he'd been asked,
something that would have surprised Krycek no end if he'd had any presence
of mind left to notice.
Feeling his orgasm near, Mulder rubbed his face against Krycek's sweaty
neck. He wanted to leave some sign of his possession of that beautiful body,
show his ownership, but when he pulled back Krycek's collar, having decided
on a bite mark at the nape of Krycek's neck, he found that someone had
beaten him to it.
Infuriated beyond belief by the sight of the fresh imprint of someone else's
teeth on Krycek's ivory flesh, Mulder started to slam into his whore of a
lover with force that soon had Krycek dancing on his cock and screaming his
joy.
The violent spasms of Krycek's orgasm milked the pleasure out of Mulder too,
and soon the agent flooded Krycek's clenching ass with his seed, jerking in
the throes of his own orgasm.
"Now will you listen?" Krycek panted, moving away and pulling up his jeans.
"Listen to what?" Mulder zipped his own pants and leaned heavily against the
wall, not trusting his knees to hold him up much longer.
"To what I've been trying to tell you all along. You can't go to that bank
or you'll die. There's a man inside with ten pounds of semtex strapped to
him and a bold plan to blackmail the bank manager into opening the safe for
him. The man looks like me, but his name is Anson, and he's not very stable.
If you go there and attack him, he will blow the bank up. If you go there
and try to reason with him, he will blow the bank up. Fuck, he will blow the
bank up if anyone so much as looks at him suspiciously."
"And you really expect me to buy this?!" Mulder asked incredulously. "A
story about your evil twin robbing the bank?!"
"He's not my twin!" Krycek protested. "He's my... uhm..."
"Your what?!" Mulder pushed, enjoying Krycek's discomfort.
"My boyfriend, if you really need to know." Krycek mumbled with his head
lowered.
"Your what?!!?" Mulder started to laugh. He couldn't help it, the idea of
Alex Krycek, the international spy and ruthless assassin, having a
boyfriend was just too ludicrous. And an insane boyfriend at that, one
that looked like Krycek. "Is April Fool's Day early this year?"
"I don't judge your life choices and I ask you not to judge mine." Now
Krycek sounded pissed. "Just listen to what I'm telling you: You. Are.
Going. To. Die. If. You. Enter. That. Bank. Which word don't you
understand?"
"And you know that because I've already died 80 times?" with much effort
Mulder managed to stifle his laughter, only an occasional choked giggle
escaping him. "So if you know exactly what is going to happen, why are you
trying to stop me from going to the bank, instead of trying to convince your
boyfriend not to rob it in the first place?" Mulder found himself getting
sucked in by the idea: a time-loop, one day repeating itself over and over
again, with only one person aware of it. He didn't think there had ever been
an X file like that, and suddenly he really wanted to investigate it.
"We need the money." Krycek was again looking uncomfortable.
"OK, let me get this straight. You want me, a federal agent, to let your
boyfriend rob a bank and get away with it, cause you need the money? Am I
correct?!"
"Well, it doesn't sound that good if you put it that way..." for the first
time this morning Krycek sounded uncertain.
"You're unbelievable, Krycek! During these alleged 80 times we had this
conversation, did I ever agree?!"
"Well, no, but you never let me tell you that much before, either." Krycek
was positively squirming. "You will go into that bank even though it'd cost
you your life, won't you?"
"You're goddamn right I will!"
"You don't leave me any choice, then. I've done my best to save you but
you're just too big a prick to listen. Goodbye." The last thing Mulder saw
was the black, deadly shape of a gun miraculously appearing in Krycek's
hand, and then there was nothing.
Priorities
by Czeri
Mulder was having a really bad day. A day so horrible that the sight of
Krycek skulking in an alley near the bank where Mulder was headed didn't
even surprise him: Krycek was always popping up when the last thing on
Mulder's mind was dealing with the scum-sucking rat.
