If I said I could leave you now
I'd be having a pretty decent day if it weren't for the gun I suddenly found
jammed in my face. The guy holding it looked like he hadn't slept in days and
his hand shook as he pointed the weapon at me. I was willing to bet the damn
thing wasn't even loaded.
"You really don't want to do that." I tried to sound like I was giving the guy
a way out before he really pissed me off.
"Oh, yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?" Stupid punk. He didn't know
who he was dealing with.
Before he could react, I had my gun pointed at his ribs. "I could pull the
trigger, you sack of shit."
"What makes you think you could do it before I pulled my trigger?"
I thought about that. Then I shot him, putting him out of my misery. The look
on his face was priceless. I would never get used to the look of stupid shock
that people wore on their faces when they suddenly realize that their insides
are mush and they're dead.
I pushed him away from me and looked at the blood on my shirt. Dammit, I had
the highest dry cleaning bills in the world. Good thing I also had the most
understanding and least law abiding dry cleaner in the world. I always found
it amazing what kind of silence a person could buy with a really big tip.
I put my gun in the back of my jeans and thought about heading to Mulder's. I
knew he'd be expecting me. It didn't matter that I only showed up when I felt
like it. He'd always be waiting for me because I was the only one who made him
feel good. I knew it and he knew it, but he'd never admit it to me. I also
knew he fucked a lot of guys, most of them young, starry-eyed recruits at the
FBI who kissed the goddamn ground he walked on, but when we got together I was
the one in control. He liked to just let go and used his animosity for me as
an excuse to allow himself to do that. If I broke into his apartment, held him
at gunpoint, and fucked him senseless, he couldn't be expected to fight back,
could he? Nevermind that I usually left my gun on his coffee table unless I
could tell he wanted me to threaten him with it. Or the fact that when he saw
me, he usually grabbed me and pushed me against the wall, kissing me like I
gave him life, grinding his cock against mine....I had to see him. It had been
too long and the ache in my groin reminded me of that fact with every passing
second.
I knew I didn't need to pick the lock because it was unlocked, waiting for me
to walk through it. I still made the pretense of breaking in so he'd know it
was me. When I figured I'd jiggled the doorknob enough, I slowly opened the
door. This was when he would grab me and slam me up against the wall.
Nothing.
Instead he was sitting on his couch watching a fuck film. I cleared my throat.
He didn't look up.
"Krycek." Well, he obviously knew I was here.
"Mulder. I expected you to be a little happier to see me."
"I'm not in the mood tonight."
I laughed. Mulder was always in the mood. "Yeah, and I'm the fucking tooth
fairy."
"Krycek, just get the hell out of my apartment before I throw you out."
In a flash I had covered the distance between the door and the couch. I
knelt on the couch, grabbed his hair and pulled his head back until he was
looking me in the eye, his exposed throat taunting me. I licked my lips and
fought the urge to do the same to that smooth, tan skin.
"What the fuck did you say?"
His eyes locked onto mine, filled with lustful defiance. "You heard me, you
double-crossing son of a bitch." He was breathing quickly. This was getting
him excited. Mulder, you son of a bitch, you're doing this on purpose. Okay,
I can play along.
"Yeah, well that's too fucking bad, Mulder. I don't plan on going anywhere
until I've gotten what I want from you." I lowered my head with the intent of
kissing him hard enough to show him just who was in charge. Instead, I kissed
him softer than I meant to, forgetting my part in this for just a moment. When
I pulled back, I imagined I saw something in his eyes that I knew wasn't there.
I shook it off and roughly grabbed the remote from his hands, turning off the
television, then throwing it back at him. He flinched just a little bit,
making me smile.
I released his hair and stood up to take off my jacket. Mulder eyed the
bloodstain on my shirt, knowing better than to ask any questions about its
source.
"I said I want you to leave."
I slapped him. He expected it. "You shut up, Mulder. I told you I'm going to
take what I want."
He just stared up at me. Those eyes were filled with lust and need. His lips
shone with the moisture he placed there with a flick of his tongue. I imagined
that tongue on my cock and moaned.
"Mulder, you're the only man I know who could make me come just by looking at
me."
"Good, then I don't have to touch you."
Even though I knew he was shitting me, that pissed me off. The glint in his
eye told me he knew it would. I grabbed the front of his shirt and lifted him
off the couch. Without a word I dragged him into the bedroom and threw him
down on the bed. He landed on his back and I could see his erect cock outlined
by his sweatpants.
"Nice, Mulder. Way to act turned off."
"Fuck you, Krycek."
"Not tonight. Tonight it's all you. I'm going to fuck you until you can't
stand, babe."
"Don't call me 'babe'."
I grinned. "I'll call you whatever the fuck I want, babe ."
I took off my shirt slowly and made a show of draping it across the back of the
chair in Mulder's room. I started to unbutton my jeans and decided I wanted
Mulder to finish undressing me.
"Come here."
He didn't move. I took out my gun and pointed it at him. "Come here."
He stood up and walked to me. "Undress me."
He got to his knees and started unlacing my boots. He removed them and ran
a hand over my feet. I slapped him.
"I didn't tell you to touch anything else."
He got up on his knees and unzipped my jeans, carefully. Working them down
over my hips, he pushed them down my legs, helping me step out of them.
"Now take off your clothes."
He stood up and took off his t-shirt and sweatpants. His cock sprung free, the
head red and wet. I wanted more than anything to drop to my knees in front of
him and take it into my hungry mouth. I needed to suck him, taste him, consume
him, but I couldn't. He didn't want that.
I fixed him with my steeliest gaze. "Suck me."
He got onto his knees again and licked the tip of my cock. I inhaled sharply.
When he took the head into his mouth I thought I was going to lose it right
there but I controlled myself. He ran his hot, velvety tongue over the slit
and sucked the whole thing into that luscious mouth. How many times had I
watched that mouth, those lips, when we were partners, and imagined their heat
on me? Too many to mention, but it was all real now. Every fantasy I'd ever
had about the man on his knees in front of me had come true a hundred times. I
could only imagine that I'd fulfilled some of his too. Neither of us would
ever admit it to the other though.
His mouth was magic, warm and soft. The look on his face as he sucked me was
making me want to shoot my load down his throat. He moved his hand and started
playing with my balls. I groaned and felt him laugh. God, I was going to lose
it, if I let him keep going. When he removed his mouth from my cock and
started licking my balls I pushed him away.
"That's enough." My voice was shakier than I wanted it to be. I wanted him so
badly, but couldn't let him know that.
He smiled at me and stood up. I put away the gun I didn't really need, and
looked through my jeans pockets for some lube.
"Get on the bed."
He stood his ground and smirked at me while he stroked his erection. I used
every ounce of will power I had to stop from reaching out for him. I couldn't
show any need.
"Aren't you going to return the favor?" The light caught his eye and flashed
something I could almost imagine was affection. I needed to get my damn eyes
checked. I knew he hated me, but he needed me too. It was the exact same way
I felt about him. Fucker.
"I don't do that shit." As much as I wanted to. "Don't act like you don't
know it."
He didn't move. Fine. If that was the way he wanted to play it, I'd give him
what he wanted. I grabbed his arm and turned him around, forcing him onto his
knees next to the bed. I shoved him facedown onto the mattress and knelt
beside him. Running my hand over his ass, I whispered in his ear.
"I've always liked your ass, Mulder. It feels so good when I'm inside you.
Hot and tight." He trembled.
I spread his legs and squirted some lube onto my shaking fingers, glad he
couldn't see the effect he had on me. I always had the same reaction when I
was this close to him, but I'd be damned if I'd ever let him know. I roughly
thrust a finger into his tight opening making him buck under my hand. Holding
him down with my other hand and continuing the assault on his ass, I slowly
moved my finger in a circle and pushed it deeper. He gasped when I touched his
prostate and started to push against my finger. I took it out, then carefully
put two fingers in him. I fucked him with my hand until he begged me to stick
my dick in him. The man was so damn easy to control.
I squeezed out more lube and slicked up my aching cock. I didn't know if I'd
make it all the way inside before I came. I put the tip to his opening and
without warning plunged all the way in. He groaned, almost sending me over the
edge with the sound alone, and fought against the sudden feeling of being full.
Then he eased into it and relaxed, letting me fill him.
"You love this, don't you, Mulder?" My voice was shaking but at least I was
capable of speech. All I got in return from him was an incoherent grunt. That
was just the way I liked him. Something in me wanted to believe he knew that
and was trying to please me. Keep dreaming, Alex
I slowly started to pump in and out of his ass, pulling almost all the way out
then thrusting back in hard the way I knew he liked it. I reached around him
and grabbed his cock, pumping it in time with the rhythm I'd established. All
too soon, I felt him tense and he came all over my hand. Damn, it had been
longer since I'd last seen him than I thought.
The feeling of his insides spasming and clenching around my cock was too much
and I came, screaming, spurting my cum into him, filling him with everything I
had. I collapsed on top of him, both of us breathing heavily. I softly kissed
and sucked his ear.
His voice was a whisper. "Can you stay?"
He always asked me the same fucking question as if he expected a different
reply each time. I don't know why we always did this dance. Why the hell was
he acting like he wanted me with him? I knew better.
"Fox, you know I can't." I always used his first name after I fucked him.
I didn't really give a shit what I called him, but it seemed to make him feel
good, almost as if there were more to us than there really was. Besides, if he
felt good then I could always keep coming back. It was so much easier to see
him if I thought of him as another lay. That's all he was after all.
He lifted his head and looked at my shirt hanging off the back of the chair.
"Who was it this time?" His voice was nonchalant. I was no freaking Boy
Scout, but our man Mulder wasn't that far behind me. Since we'd
been....together, I guess.....he'd managed to get really good at looking the
other way when it came to what I did with my free time.
"Just some stupid ass mugger. The motherfucker didn't know what hit him."
"Mmm." He dragged himself up onto the bed to lie down. His eyelids were heavy
and he forced himself to keep them open. "Well, just don't forget to get that
shirt out of here. I've got enough problems without you bringing evidence of a
homicide to my apartment."
We had this same goddamn discussion every time I came over. I leaned over and
kissed him hard, savoring his slight resistance. He started to wake up.
Reluctantly, I pulled back. He stared at me. I'd have to get going soon.
"Don't worry about it." I looked at his beautiful face, trying damn hard not
to get lost in the eyes which were still staring at me. Before any more
sentimental shit crossed my mind, I got up and dressed.
He didn't say a word, just watched me as I checked to make sure there was no
sign I'd ever been there.
"Are you coming back?" The question was another I was used to hearing but
would never understand. I never asked him why he asked me these questions
though. I figured he was just fucking with my head, trying to make me want him
so he could turn around and laugh in my face. I could never tell him that I
needed to be here more than he knew, so I always made it seem as if I didn't
give a shit.
"We'll see." I looked at him and fought the familiar urge to join him on the
bed. This shit only happened once I was with him. It was easier for me to
think of him as another notch on my bedpost when he wasn't looking at me. I
had to get out of there.
"Okay." I imagined I heard a sigh. Damn, now I had to get my hearing checked.
"If I don't, you've always got those young pieces of ass prancing around the
office just waiting for your call."
He laughed. Against my will, I enjoyed the sound.
"Yeah, my groupies." He sat up. "You know they don't mean anything."
I smirked even as my heart jumped. "Like I give a shit. It's all a game,
Mulder. I don't give a rat's ass about you—" He chuckled at my choice of
words and I rolled my eyes "—and you couldn't care less about me."
"You're right." Flopping back against the pillows, he closed his eyes,
confirming everything I already knew. "Lock the door on your way out, okay?"
He didn't give a shit. Neither did I.
I went into the living room and got my jacket. Opening the front door, I
looked around the apartment, knowing I'd be back. All I had to do was convince
myself, again, that I didn't give a damn. I guess I wouldn't be back anytime
soon.
Lying
by Frankie
Part I
And go where I could forget
I'd be lying
