I went up to Canada in the first place because of an anonymous phone call I
had receive. The person on the other end of the line, a man, claimed to have
sited "the infamous Alex Krycek." He told me that he had seen Krycek in
Vancouver, taking in the sights at the city's aquarium. Considering that he is
a wanted fugitive, I assumed the sighting to be highly incredulous.
The man also mentioned seeing Krycek enter a motel called 'The Miller's
Grind.' I was to find out later, that the motel was a seedy rundown place for
derelicts, hookers and heroine addicts.
When I asked the caller how he knew that I was looking for Krycek, all the
mysterious voice would give me was a cryptic "The Lone Gunmen put the word out"
before hanging up, leaving me with an annoying dial tone and feeling more than
a bit puzzled.
Even with all the suspicious circumstances, what did I do in the end? Of
course, I ditched Scully yet again and blew off a meeting with Skinner so I
could hop the first flight out; to a city that had more rain in a single day
than most arid countries had in a year.
I very much wanted to see Alex Krycek again; the sooner the better. And I
didn't care where I had to travel to accomplish my goal.
Before I stepped on the plane to Vancouver, I dropped by my three buddies to
make a last attempt at discovering the source of the caller. But as expected,
they refused to give me anything on the possible I.D. of the caller. However, I
was somewhat assured when they did promise me that if any acquaintance of
theirs deemed it important enough to phone me with a 'Krycek sighting', I
should take it seriously and go to Vancouver and check it out.
After a smooth landing, I managed to find my way out of an airport that made
little rhyme or reason in its configuration. I had only been in the town a
couple of hours, when I found myself standing in the twilight hours on a busy
street corner of my destination, still clutching my emergency flight bag of
spare clothes.
The ex-patriot Russian was not wearing his usual leather jacket but a long
trench coat. A trench coat! Jesus, he looked like a GQ FBI agent again! I
couldn't believe my eyes.
Perhaps he thought that his life was not in danger in this part of the
world.
Jesus, what an idiot. I was amazed he was still alive, being as stupidly bold
as he was.
I pulled back reluctantly from our kiss to look Alex in the eyes, searching
them, though for what I wasn't sure. Deception? Maybe. Or perhaps rejection?
But on closer inspection, his beautiful green eyes held nothing in them but
sheer arousal.
The fat, cold raindrops were streaming down on him, on us. There seemed to be
a surreal, almost angelic, glow around him. I was uncertain whether the image
was merely the dim street light that stood at the far end of the alley, or my
imagination. It didn't matter any ways, because at that moment, he looked like
an angel mercifully allowing an unworthy mortal to pleasure him.
The sight of him arched in ecstasy with rain sluicing off of his naked skin
while he stroked his abdomen sensuously, could've made me come in my pants
right then and there had I not wanted Alex's sweet lips wrapped around my dick,
returning the favor.
Alex moaned his pleasure and grabbed my head as he came, pushing his erupting
cock as far as it would go down my throat. I fought down the gag reflex and
managed to swallow all of his sweet essence. It was absolutely delectable.
Alex turned me back to face the wall. He shoved my soaking pants down farther,
to my knees and I heard him shuffle his down once again. He spit generously
into the palm of his hand and rubbed the liquid over himself as well as
spreading a dollop of it over my over sensitive anus.
Thoroughly spent this time, Alex dropped his head onto my shoulder. I stood
still as well, panting as I tried to catch my breath. As the excitement was
satiated, coherent and logical thoughts were beginning to drift in. I tried not
to think about what I had just done and with whom for a while more, I only
wanted to enjoy the moment.
He stopped what he was doing and gave me a puzzled look. I paused in my
ramblings for a second. Then, ignoring the amused look of the man before me, I
went on, "We-we could have been seen. Jesus Christ." I ran a hand through my
drenched hair. "I shouldn't have come here in the first place. I should've…it
was stupid of me! I don't.."
"I suppose I should ask you your name. By the way, who's this, er, 'Krycek'
fellow?"
He looked at me curiously when I glared at him, a tiny smile just breaking out
around the corners of his mouth. I rolled my eyes. "Who's Alex? Yeah right!
Sure, whatever.… I snorted, "how about this, what's my name?"
He said nothing in return, only stood there with a calm expression as if
waiting for my REAL reply. The rain was steadily running through his short
brown hair and down his forehead. He brought his left arm up and used the palm
of his hand to wipe some of the moisture from his brow.
It was then that it hit me. He used his left arm. My reaction must have been
quite alarming, because Alex froze in mid-motion and questioned me.
"What? What happened?" he asked with genuine concern.
It took me a while to organize my mind and when I finally, all I could say was
a rather inane, "Your arm!" Of course he still had no idea what I was talking
about so he only gave me an even more worried look. "Your left arm," I added.
"You—you…it's still there!"
He pulled his arm close to himself, as if to protect the limb in question, and
replied uneasily, "Yes. I have always had my left arm. Er.., I came fairly
close a few times over the years to losing one of my extremities I must admit,
but thankfully they are all still here. What's going on? Are you okay?" His
expression had gone from amused and puzzled to mildly anxious. He shook his
head and waited in quiet impatience for some answers from me.
"I...um, I..." I stammered. In the end, not really knowing what to say, I
opted for the truth, which is probably the best way in these kinds of
situations. Wetting my lips, I started over by saying, "My name's Mulder. Fox
Mulder." I cleared my throat nervously. "Hi."
He finally relaxed and gave me a large grin, showing his perfect teeth. "Hi
back," he greeted me in return. "Mines’ Cory. Cory Raines. Nice to meet you,
Fox."
"Call me Mulder," I sighed. "I...I thought you were someone else, um, Cory. A
man named Alex Krycek. I've been looking for him for a long time now. He…he
doesn't have his left arm. It was… he got hurt. Anyway, this is probably hard
to believe, but you two look so much alike you could be twins. I mean
literally. Well, your hair is a bit different but his hair was once like that.
It's uncanny. Except for the arm no one would be able to tell the
difference."
Cory shrugged his shoulders, unruffled by my accusations and revelations. He
smiled casually and ran his tongue over his full lips, then closed the distance
between us and managed to maneuver me so that I was back against the cold wall
again. He held my hands in his own which dangled at my sides. He leaned in and
kissed me again; I automatically opened my mouth and explored his with my
tongue, all questions I wanted to ask him pushed aside for the moment. God, I
am such a pushover. Even though now it was anonymous sex with a truly anonymous
person, I still gave in easily. Too easily.
I shook my head 'no' at first. One-night stands and casual sex weren't my
usual practice, which is why I haven't been laid in years. In addition, I was
fascinated that someone could look so much like Alex Krycek, and yet not be
even remotely related to him, or even a clone for that matter. I definitely
wanted to know more about who Cory Raines was. Then a thought struck me as Cory
continued to kiss me. The only way to find out more about the man was to go
over to his place with him, something, I was ashamed to admit, I really wanted
to do anyway. So, the answer I gave him was, "I shouldn't but…but…alright."
He smiled even wider and grabbing me by the hand, led me out of the dark
alley.
I called Skinner from Cory's rather beautiful apartment and booked a few days
of down time. I found out that the Miller's Grind tip was half true; Cory
didn't actually live in the motel, but a short distance behind it. He would
enter his place through the motel. I was glad since the Miller's Grind made
'seedy' sound high class.
For the next few days, the rains fell hard, blanketing the city in a deluge of
cold, grey wetness. I never did get out and see the sights of Vancouver, but as
a result of the poor weather, Cory and I stayed holed up at his place, getting
to know one another, literally one square inch of flesh at a time. I had so
many questions for him, but somehow, he always distracted me from asking too
many and never gave me complete answers to the ones I did ask. And by the end
of my "vacation,” I went home worn-out and satiated, but still knowing almost
nothing about Cory Raines the man.
End...
Oh Cory,
when it Raines
by Demi-X
I first saw him on a cold day in February, standing on a street corner in
of all places Vancouver, British Columbia.
Having no call display on my home phone, I entered a star 69 in an attempt to
try and call the man back, even though, at the back of my mind, I knew it would
be futile. If the guy really was an acquaintance of the Lone Gunmen, he would
be smart enough to have installed the right encryption and security devices
into his phone. And as I expected, the number was shielded. I immediately tried
the boys in the surveillance department, but they were no help either.
It figures it would be my luck to get a call from someone more paranoid than
my self.
The last time I had seen him, Alex had given me a warning of an impending
alien invasion, the location of the proof that extraterrestrials did exist on
this planet, as well as a kiss on the cheek. An innocent, simple kiss that left
me hungering for more. I knew it was sick of me to feel such desire for the man
who most likely killed my father, but I couldn't help myself. Alex Krycek was a
bad habit I could not to give up. For years I had wondered about and yearned
for him. I knew it was an insane thing to desire a rotten, backstabbing rat
like Alex Krycek; but knowing that fact and living by it were two entirely
different matters.
Even though I had no clear recollection of what happened to me after I entered
the truck that had held the alien entity—indeed my conversation with Krycek
beforehand was also somewhat sketchy—Krycek’s kiss was still firmly ingrained
in my memory; after all that was said and done.
I was waiting impatiently for the damn light to change when, lo and behold! An
apparition, in the form of Alex Krycek, appeared in the street across from
where I stood.
In addition, he was actually window-shopping, ambling along slowly with his
hands clasped lightly behind his back, apparently not worried about being
spotted by a member of the Consortium, or more important, the law.
When the light finally changed, I quickly ran across the crosswalk, dodging
the people coming toward me. While I was rushing my way across the street, I
panicked a bit when I momentarily lost my view of Krycek.
Ignoring the angry comments coming from my fellow pedestrians, I continued to
shove my way through the last of the commuting crowd. I reached the other side
of the street right in time to spot Alex again, just as he was turning down an
alley. I increased my speed, afraid that I would lose sight of him all
together.
I eventually turned the corner into the darkened alley and skidded to an
immediate stop. For there Alex was, leaning against the wall casually, as if he
was waiting for somebody. We regarded each other steadily for a moment. Then,
before I could think to stop myself, I closed the distance between us in a few
quick steps and grabbed him by the shoulders to slam him hard against the brick
wall.
All he could manage to get out was an shocked "oomph" and, "Hey! What the..."
before I covered his mouth with mine.
I pressed my mouth into his brutally, crushing his soft lips. Krycek didn't
respond at first, but then to my slight shock, actually began to gradually meet
my kiss in strength. It was a while before we eased up and the kiss melded into
something more gentle, almost tender. I ran my tongue over his white teeth,
noting how his breath was minty sweet, with a hint of chocolate underneath
it.
I sought out his tongue with my own, letting our tips dance with each other. I
could feel the length of his incredible hardness through his jeans; I was
exceptionally erect as well. For the life of me I couldn't figure out why I was
endangering my career and my life by standing in a deserted, dark alley and
making out with a known murderer. I didn't want to dwell too much on it.
All I really wanted was to concentrate on the fact that I desperately needed
to taste Alex Krycek. It was almost too funny for words. Here I was, half a
world away, in a dark and damp alley with the one of the most dangerous men I
knew, thinking about giving him a blow job. No, actually about to give him a
blow job.
He blinked and smiled rather sincerely, to my surprise. And then, even more to
my amazement, he grabbed me by the sides of my cold face and drew me in for
another incredible tongue diving, soul-possessing kiss.
That did it; my mind was made up. I broke away from his again to run my tongue
over my slightly puffy lips, moistening them before slowly sinking to my knees
in front of him.
I heard him gasp with delight as I pushed his coat open wider and quickly
released his button and fly on his jeans.
I pulled the teeth of his zipper wider apart, creating a large V right over
where his cock was. Without hesitating, I reached into his briefs and drew his
erection out.
I nuzzled my face into the slightly prickly hair surrounding his groin for a
moment before delicately licking the tender area beneath his navel with the tip
of my tongue, He groaned softly above me in response. I inhaled his clean,
Irish Spring scent deeply. He smelled like he had just taken a shower; it was
definitely my lucky day. Not that it mattered how he smelled. I considered
myself lucky just being able to be with him and him being so reciprocating.
I opened my eyes and looked up to see that he was gazing down at me; smiling,
his breath heavy. I captured his eyes for a few more beats before swallowing
his beautiful cock in one large gulp.
Alex gasped loudly and murmured something that sounded a lot like, "Ooh
yeaaah." I released my hold on his jeans to run my hands up and down his
muscular thighs before bringing my hands around the back of his ass. I pulled
him toward me, away from the wall, so that I could pull his pants down. I
desperately wanted to feel his incredible ass in the palms of my hands. I had,
after all, been lusting for those sweet buttocks since I first laid eyes on
them.
I grabbed his firm cheeks and squeezed them hard, pinching the firm flesh
lightly between my fingertips, marveling to myself at how muscular his butt
was. Alex moaned some more at the slight pain and thrust his crotch out,
pushing his cock further down my throat.
Wanting to see him cum and knowing that he would be doing it soon, I opened my
eyes and looked up at him, his pretty face cuing me that his body was ready to
orgasm.
He leaned his head back so that it was touching the wall behind him, creating
an erotic arch with his body. As he thrust slowly in and out of my mouth, he
pulled his shirt up and began to lightly stroke his own torso.
Alex's abdomen was as flat as the plains, rippling with a six pack of muscles
that were to die for. I noted briefly that he was surprisingly scarless,
considering his profession. His chest, as far as I could tell, was broad and
flawless, with only a sparse scattering of hair across his pectoral muscles,
below his pink erect nipples. My cock jumped at the sight of what else was on
his chest: both nipples were peirced, with a thick silver ring threaded through
each. Jesus. He even had the two hoops connected together with a silver rope
chain. God help me.
I continued to pinch and rub his ass cheeks ruthlessly, tweaking them one
final time before bringing one hand around to cup his balls while with the
other, I hastily undid my pants and wiped some of the pre-cum from the tip of
my cock to use as a lubricant. There wasn't much fluid, but at the same time, I
knew that any guy who could put up with the pain of having both nipples pierced
with such thick hoops could certainly stand somewhat of a dry entry, so I
wasn't too concerned about lubing him up completely.
I positioned my moist finger at his tight puckered bud. He groaned "Yessss" at
the touch and bent his knees slightly, giving me a little more room to make my
entrance. I swirled gently, spreading what little of the fluid there was, then
slowly began to ease my index finger in. He moaned some more and thrashed a
little, and incredibly, his penis grew even harder in my mouth.
I pushed my finger all the way in and immediately found the spot I was
seeking. He almost jumped out of his skin the first time my finger nudged the
gland. I began to thrust my finger in and out of him in time with my sucking,
and in only a few short seconds, I succeeded in drawing him over the edge.
When he was finally spent, I pulled my finger out and he tugged me up to face
him. He had such an open and relaxed grin on his face; I don't think I've ever
seen Alex smile that way even when we were partnered. He looked truly satiated,
happy even. He eventually pulled me into another lengthy kiss, our tongues
swirled around each other lazily. It turned me on to think that he could taste
himself in my mouth.
It was Alex who broke the kiss between us this time and with a devilish grin
and a wink, he spun me around so that I was facing the wall. Before I could
react, he reached around with chilled, wet hands to gently, but deftly undo my
jacket. He pushed his hands under my shirt and ran them slowly up my chest to
my already standing nipples, making me shiver, he leaned in close and blew in
my ear, drawing another tremble from me.
The rain had begun to fall so hard, that it slid easily through my already wet
hair, down my face and the back of my neck easily. I felt like I was standing
in a freezing cold shower, only I was not cold, my heat and passion for the man
behind me fueling me enough to keep me warm.
After dipping his tongue lightly into my ear, he ran his tongue down the side
of my neck, scooping up some of the raindrops. I tilted my head to give him
easier access and he promptly showed his appreciation for the gesture by biting
and sucking at the flesh that I had just exposed to him. I could feel the
warmth of the hickey that he was giving me, the warmth instantly rising to the
surface, and I couldn't have cared less at that moment. I simply wanted him and
all that he would or could do to me.
To my amazement, I could feel his hardness bumping against my exposed ass. I
was thoroughly impressed that he was ready to go again, so soon, just minutes
after having already had his orgasm. Wanting my own release before he got his
for the SECOND TIME, I growled out gravelly, "Suck me off. I wanna watch you do
it to me."
I felt him smile against my neck and I immediately embarrassed by the rather
silly, dirty talk as soon as I had said it. Luckily, Alex did not hold it
against me.
He turned me around to face him and sank to his knees while keeping his eyes
on mine, I couldn't look away from him anyway. He didn't seem to mind that he
was getting soaked from kneeling in a small puddle that had pooled near our
feet. Then again, I hadn't cared whether or not I was kneeling in a puddle
either when I was down there blowing him.
Alex reached up with both hands and pulled my already undone pants down
further-they were already riding low on my hips-in order to get better access
at me. He stuck out his tongue again and licked across his right palm. Grinning
like the Cheshire kitty, he grabbed my dick and, squeezing firmly, swallowed
me, meeting his hand half way.
My balls were tensing and I knew, to my utter disappointment, that I wouldn't
be able to last too long. Alex replaced his hand with the rest of his mouth and
in about ten quick, deep throating strokes, he easily coaxed the best orgasm I
ever had, right out of me.
As soon as I started to cum, he pulled back and opened his luscious mouth
wide, he continued to jerk me off with his hand, so that I could see my cum
pumping out of me and landing in and around the vicinity of his mouth. He was
trying to swallow as much of it as he could. It really hit me then. Alex Krycek
on his knees before me swallowing my jism. Jesus Christ. It was something I
never thought I would ever see. And, I believe, I came even harder at the
thought.
I was whimpering at the intense sensation of him milking me hard, so for my
comfort, he stopped stroking me the minute I began to soften. I could barely
support myself when he released me and stood up.
My legs quaked and my knees quivered at the light touch. He positioned the
large head of his penis at my puckered opening and gently began to guide
himself into my tight, un-giving opening.
Groaning out at the pleasure, and slight pain of his entry, I rested my
forehead against the rough wall. Alex eased his way in slowly, almost
cautiously, but once he was engaged all the way, he started to thrust
forcefully into me. As rough as he was, he wasn't brutal, and anyway, the
setting and circumstances was not appropriate for slow and sweet. I was
enjoying all that he was giving me; I was actually getting off even more from
the way were fucking. We had barely said two words to each other during this
whole encounter, yet I didn't really regret it. I wouldn't have known what to
say beyond "fuck me" anyway.
Alex leaned in close and ran his hands up my sides, covering my hands with his
own and lacing his fingers with mine.
Something didn't seem quite right about the gesture, but for the life of me, I
was unable to puzzle out anything beyond another hickey he was planting on the
back of my shoulder. He sucked my flesh hard and then brought his lips to my
ears and whispered while he continued to pound at a furious pace in and out of
me, "You are so beautiful. I have not made love like this in decades. Turn your
head, darling, I want to kiss you."
His rather romantic words didn't really register with me until later. Instead,
I complied with his request and his mouth found mine right away. He released
one of my hands to grab my cock, which was, amazingly, hard again, and began to
pump me in time with his gyrations.
Our tongues slid over one another like Congo eels during the mating season,
both of us moaning quietly. The rate of his breathing increased and when he
came, he mumbled something into my mouth which sounded like some kind of love
sonnets.
Even though I thought it was odd that Krycek would recite, or even know
sonnets, I simply swallowed the poetry hungrily as I came right along with him.
My second orgasm being a whole lot briefer than my first but no less
intense.
Eventually, Alex unlaced his fingers from mine and grasping my waist with both
hands, turned me around so I could look at him. He pressed his body against
mine gently and rubbed against me, skin on skin, groin against groin. We
weren't hard any more of course, but I still felt a shiver run up my spine from
the contact. Alex kissed me more softly than he had before, then took a few
steps back.
We stood regarding each other for a few seconds more before we reluctantly
began to pull ourselves together. He handed me a handkerchief that he had
fished out of his jean's pocket. It was slightly soggy from all the rain, but I
was glad to have it. I hastily mopped myself clean in my nether regions and
when I was done, tossed the cotton material aside.
Although the whole sexual encounter had been the best one I had ever
experienced, there was still something nagging at the back of my mind.
Something was a bit off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. Of
course, the fact that I had just been fucked by a traitor to myself, Scully and
the whole Bureau was an issue I knew my unforgiving mind would make me deal
with later, but there was something more to it.
Now that we were both dressed again, and collected, I was finally able to put
more than two words together. "I can't believe we just did that," I stated
sheepishly to Alex, who was busy tucking in his long white dress shirt.
"I don't know why I came to this city to... to look for you in the first
place, Krycek, and oh shit, I don't know what the hell I'm going to tell
Scully. This was…I'm out of my mind. This was dangerous, insane, and…."
Luckily, before I became too carried away with my inane mutterings, I was
interrupted by him.
Cory was nodding his head in understanding, probably more as an indulgence for
me. I continued to speak, afraid of the awkward silence. "Um, Krycek…he's a
dangerous man and a lot of people want him dead, so…you should be careful," I
finished lamely.
He broke away and looked into my eyes deeply, as he caressed one side of my
face, "I don't know any Alex Krycek, but no need to worry for me, love. I can
look after myself. If you ask me, this Alex will be quite upset when he finds
out that you did not run into him instead."
He smiled before planting a soft peck on my cheek. "Do you want to come to my
home and get to know me better?" he questioned while planting soft kisses all
over my face.
His apartment building was seedy and second rate looking too on the outside,
but inside, it was lavishly decorated, cozy, warm and clean. This was an
apartment of a rich man.
He didn't leave me with any means of contacting him again, unless I go back to
his place behind the Miller's Grind, but then on our last day, he had hinted
that he might not be there any more should I return.
Once home, I expended my own resources to find out more about him, but as
expected, I didn't get anywhere with that either.
So in the end, all I could do was hope that he'd call me again. But in the
meantime, I will continue to fantasize about him and Alex Krycek as well.
Someday I might go back to Vancouver, on my own, just to see the city, where I
hear that the sun really does shine.
