"Hard day?" The voice coming from the darkness startled him.
"Remind me to get you a key made."
"I don't need one."
He turned on the light and sat down in his armchair. Rubbing a hand
over his face, he groaned and leaned back. "What are you doing here?"
he asked, putting his feet up on the coffee table.
"You don't sound happy to see me."
"Of course I'm happy to see you. I'm just tired." he said, yawning.
"Besides, I thought that you had to be out of town this weekend."
"Plans change." He got up and went to stand behind the armchair. "What
did you do today?" Placing his hands on the weary shoulders, he started
massaging them. The knots of tension he felt under his thumbs reminded
him just how much of a burden this man carried with him everyday, how
much he'd gone through, and what he'd seen and done.
"Oh, you know. Get an assignment, try to stay alive until quitting
time." He groaned as he felt the tightness and pressure in his neck
recede thanks to his lover's ministrations.
"I worry about you, Alex." He bent over and kissed the short, dark,
silky hair. "It's all going to catch up with you one day."
"Do you know something I don't? Is the FBI finally going to haul my
sorry ass in?" It was a joke, but they were both more than aware of the
danger that swirled around them. Mulder had taken a risk by coming to
Krycek's home and knew that if the nature of their relationship were to
ever be discovered, his career would not only be over, he'd be in
prison. Krycek was conscious of the sacrifices Mulder made to be with
him and did his damnedest to protect him in every way he could. Mulder
would never find out about half the things that Krycek had been forced
to do, and the other half...well, it was better that he didn't know
about them either.
"I just want you to be safe," Mulder said as he continued to knead the
strong muscles. "How's your arm doing?"
"As well as can be expected."
"Good. So...what did you do today?"
"Fox, you know I can't tell you. Don't ask me again." The edge to his
voice stilled Mulder's hands, momentarily.
"It must have really been something. Was it anything like a few weeks
ago?"
Krycek shifted under the strong hands. "What do you think I did a few
weeks ago?"
"Oh, come on, Alex." It was said softly, with a hint of humor. "You
don't think I didn't know it was you? I'd recognize your ass anywhere."
A disbelieving snicker and Krycek shook his head. "And where was my ass
supposed to have been?"
"In the hospital. When Skinner was sick." He started to increase the
pressure of the massage, making the man wince under the tightness of the
grip.
"Skinner was sick? Hmm, I didn't know that."
"You didn't think I'd recognize the surveillance photos?"
Krycek smiled and sighed, resignedly. "Yeah, well, if you recognized my
ass in the hospital, why'd you chase me?"
Mulder smiled victoriously at the half-hearted admission. "Maybe I
wanted a piece of it."
"Okay. It was me. So what?"
"You tell me. Why did you help Skinner?"
"Fox, do we have to talk about this now? It's over. There's nothing
more to it."
"Nothing?"
"No. My business with Skinner is over." Alex's voice revealed the
impatience he was feeling. Fox backed off.
"Okay, I believe you. Thank you."
"Don't thank me."
"You told me the truth about what you do. Well, some of it, at least."
"I didn't tell you anything, Fox. I admitted something you already
knew. Don't make this out to be something more than it is."
Fox leaned forward and slid a hand down the front of Alex's shirt.
Nipping an earlobe, he whispered, "I'll make whatever I want to out of
it. Let me, okay?"
Krycek placed a hand over the fingers that were touching him with such
care and tenderness, feeling the love and affection that flowed through
them. He drew the hand to his face and rubbed his cheek against the
warmth. This was the only person he would die for. That admission had
surprised him the first time it'd flashed across his mind, but it soon
permeated his thoughts and now enveloped him to the point where he
couldn't imagine it not being true. Still, as much as he would do
anything for him, the one thing he couldn't do was tell him everything.
Not yet.
"I don't deserve you." He kissed Mulder's palm, his tongue darting out
to lick down to the inside of his wrist. The little taste of skin
caused a stirring in Krycek's belly that slowly spread to his crotch.
Suddenly, he didn't feel quite as tired as he had.
Mulder smiled and closed his eyes at the sensation of Krycek's tongue
flicking across the sensitive skin of his arm. "I've been telling you
that for a long time, babe."
Krycek tugged on Mulder's arm until he moved around the chair and stood
in front of him. "C'mere." He pulled his lover toward him. Mulder put
out his other hand and caught himself on the back of the chair.
"No, you're tired." Mulder answered the unasked question that glimmered
behind the dark, murky, green eyes. "I want you to rest." He was still
leaning over the other man.
"Something tells me I'm not too tired for you." Krycek's hand moved up
Mulder's arm to his shoulder, feeling the hot, trim body underneath the
faded blue t-shirt. As he moved it down his chest and over his stomach,
his gaze never wavered. "This'll make me feel better." He rubbed his
hand over the steadily growing bulge in the front of Mulder's jeans.
"Mmm, anything to make you happy." He lowered himself into the chair,
straddling Krycek's lap. Leaning forward to kiss him, he sighed
contentedly at the first spark of contact between their groins. He
pressed his lips to the other man's and gently forced his mouth open.
With their mouths poised, ready to start the intimate dance with which
they were so familiar, he paused, breathing in the hot exhalations of
the man he'd do anything to protect. As the warm, moist air filled him,
Mulder slid a hand behind Krycek's neck and stroked the soft hair he
felt under his fingers. "I love you." The words were whispered but
echoed throughout the small apartment.
"Fox..." Krycek barely spoke the name before he moved his head forward
and claimed Mulder's mouth, his tongue playfully licking and tasting the
soft, wet center. He savored the sensation of power that came from
making this man succumb to him. Or was it the feeling of being
possessed that he relished? Whichever it was, he was aware of nothing
but the increasing pressure building inside him that only Mulder could
relieve. With a throaty growl, he conveyed to his lover the pleasure he
was feeling and thrust his hips upward, needing to intensify the heat
between the two of them.
Mulder groaned at the movement beneath him and roughly thrust his tongue
against Krycek's, at once seeking its fire and eluding its pursuit. He
would give up all the answers to every question he'd ever had if he
could stay like this forever. Even though he was aware that Alex would
never tell him everything he knew, what mattered now was the fact that
he loved him. For the brief, stolen moments they were together, that's
all that ever mattered. The outside world and all its inherent logic
had no place in this apartment with them. This place in time was free
from the disapproval and judgement of those who knew him, free from the
arguments for why this shouldn't be happening. Everything he needed was
here with him.
Krycek slipped his hands between their bodies and awkwardly opened
Mulder's jeans, releasing his straining, almost dripping erection.
Placing a slightly trembling hand around it, he ran his thumb over the
slit, smearing the copious fluid around the head.
"Alex...god," Mulder sighed against Krycek's lips as he moved into the
hot grip. As he felt the hand start to slowly pump his cock, he buried
his face in the sweet smelling neck. He bit the skin, eliciting a small
cry, then licked the quickly reddening area. With every stroke, Mulder
sucked harder on Krycek's neck until he was sure he would devour him.
"Come on, Fox. Come for me."
The words burned into his ear as he felt the telltale tremor of orgasm
branch out from his spine and blossom with such urgency and
ferociousness, he was struck speechless for a moment.
Krycek felt him tense and increased the speed of his movements. "That's
it, baby. Come on..."
"Shit, Alex....I'm..." A strangled gasp escaped Mulder's lips, and he
held onto his lover's neck as his body convulsed uncontrollably, his
semen spurting all over Krycek's hand and their clothes. His body
shuddered and finally stilled. Enjoying the tranquility that embraced
them, neither of them moved or spoke for a few moments. Mulder
eventually broke the stillness and rubbed his cheek against his lover's,
his breathing heavy and hot as it flowed over Krycek's ear. "Alex..."
"That's so good," Krycek said, his voice raspy and excited. "You're so
good, Fox." He raised his hand to his lips and licked his fingers.
Mulder turned his head and watched him, feeling a faint stirring in his
cock at the sight of his come being lapped up by the man he adored.
"I can't stay a whole lot longer, Alex." Mulder's voice broke as he
said the words. "I want to, but..."
Krycek looked at him. "I know." He leaned in and kissed his lips
softly. "You go ahead."
Mulder licked his lips and tasted himself on them. "No, not yet. I
just wanted you to know that I can't spend the night." He returned the
kiss and moved his hand down to the waistband of Krycek's jeans. His
fingers played over the worn material and gripped the hard cock he could
feel pushing against its confines. "What do you want?" he asked, his
lips against Krycek's ear.
Krycek moaned as Mulder's hand squeezed him. "I want you to suck my
cock. I want to come in your mouth."
Mulder's own dick twitched at the feral tone drenching the words, and he
eased himself down until he was kneeling between his lover's legs. He
raised Krycek's shirt out of the way and pressed his lips to the soft,
burning skin. As he kissed his way across the tight abdomen, he flicked
his tongue into the belly button, making Krycek slide down a little in
the chair and spread his legs further.
"Do it...suck me.." He put a hand on Mulder's hair, caressing it even
as he wanted to force his head down and grind his crotch against
Mulder's face. "Please..."
Mulder craved the taste and experience of his mouth being filled as much
as Krycek needed to be satisfied. Not bothering to waste a second,
Mulder quickly unfastened the buttons of Krycek's jeans and watched with
appreciation as the impossibly hard cock was freed. He lowered his head
and licked the pre-come leaking from the slit.
Krycek's head fell back against the chair and all he was aware of was
the tip of Mulder's tongue swirling around the head of his cock, teasing
along the ridge. As he felt lips wrap around his penis, he bucked his
hips in an attempt to fuck the mouth that was giving him so much
pleasure. Mulder started to move his head up and down the length of
him, sucking and moving his tongue along the underside of the aching
dick. On each downward move, Mulder paused and sucked, then swallowed
when Krycek's cock touched the back of his throat.
"Fuck...that's it..oh yeah" Krycek squirmed in the chair as he felt the
annoying tickle of an unreachable itch take hold in his balls. It
stretched its pounding fingers throughout his body and finally out the
tip of his cock into his lover's mouth. "Shit! Fox....god, I love
you...."
Mulder swallowed his come greedily, not wanting to lose a drop. He
continued sucking as the organ softened and then gently licked the spent
flesh. He kissed and licked at the soft skin of Krycek's balls and
gently nipped at the skin of his inner thigh. He felt Krycek's hand
stroke his hair and looked up. "I love you, Alex."
"I know." His eyes were closed as he said the words, his body still
charged from his orgasm.
Mulder kissed the rough curls surrounding his lover's penis then gently
licked the treasure trail of hair leading to his belly button. His
tongue dove into the little hole and swirled around the small space.
Krycek shifted in the chair as he was tickled by the sensations.
"Fox..."
"Mmmm?"
The doorbell rang before Krycek could reply, and both men were on their
feet in a matter of seconds. Mulder signaled to the other man to be
quiet, then smiled as he motioned toward his unbuttoned jeans. Krycek
grinned and did up his fly then nodded in the direction of Mulder's own,
still undone zipper. They both bit back their laughter as they made
themselves decent for whomever had decided to call on them at this time
of night. Krycek took the his gun out of its holster and went to the
door.
"Who is it?"
"You ordered a pizza?" a muffled voice asked from the other side of the
door.
Krycek shot a questioning look at Mulder. Looking slightly chagrined,
and avoiding the amused smirk on his lover's face, the special agent
walked to the front door
"Yeah, I ordered dinner for us. I'm sorry." He opened the door, and
Krycek stood back so the boy wouldn't see how close he'd been to making
his last delivery. Mulder paid him, closed the door, and took the large
white box into the living room, setting it down on the coffee table.
Krycek reholstered his gun. "I thought you couldn't stay long." He went
into his small kitchen for some plates and napkins. "You want Heineken
or Budweiser?" he called out, opening the fridge.
"Bud," came the reply from the living room.
Krycek smiled and grabbed a can and a bottle. He only kept Bud in the
house for when Fox came over and always knew that he'd want it. Still,
he was holding out for the day when Mulder would surprise him and show
some good taste. Precariously balancing his load, he walked back into
the living room and placed the items on the coffee table. He looked at
Mulder, silently seeking a reply to his earlier statement.
"I said I couldn't spend the night." He looked at his watch. "And I
suppose I should have mentioned to that kid that this was supposed to
have been here thirty minutes ago." He took his beer and sat down on
the couch.
"Well, I'm glad we can at least have dinner together." Krycek opened
the box, and he hadn't realized how hungry he was until the aroma of
sausage and pepperoni filled his nostrils. "Oh, this is perfect."
Mulder chuckled. "I figured you'd like the meat lover's."
"Aww," Krycek took a seat next to Mulder. "You know me so well, babe."
He kissed his cheek quickly as he handed him a plate.
They started eating, both of them wondering what the other was thinking,
but not daring to approach the subject. Krycek knew that Mulder still
wanted to know more about what he was involved in, and Mulder knew that
Krycek wanted to know what he knew about Krycek's activities. They were
bound together by a tempestuous circle of love and half truths, but
neither of them would have it any other way.
"Alex," Mulder said, around a mouthful of pizza, "what would you say if
I told you I was thinking about leaving the Bureau?"
Krycek put his plate down and turned his full attention to the man
sitting next to him. "Are you serious?" He couldn't hide the
excitement in his voice. "You mean we could be together then?"
Mulder grinned and shook his head. "Okay, that's all I wanted to know."
"What?" Alex furrowed his brow. "Was this some kind of test to see how
I'd react?" He pursed his lips together and didn't even attempt to hide
his anger. "Fuck you." He picked up his plate and tore into his pizza.
Mulder reached over to wipe some sauce off Krycek's chin but was
rebuffed as his lover moved his head away from him.
"Alex..."
"Don't say anything to me. I thought that maybe you were being
sincere."
"What if I was? I don't know if you could stand to have me around all
the time."
"What do you mean, have you around?" His demeanor had done a complete
turnaround. "I love you, Fox. I want you to be with me. Will you
quit?"
"I don't know. I need to think some things over. Lately, my job's
become such a low point in my life that I wonder what the hell I'm still
doing there. I keep telling Scully that I won't quit, but I'm so
tempted sometimes. Even though I know that's what they want, I'm just
about ready to throw in the towel."
"I can't believe it." Krycek was excited now and moved closer to
Mulder. "You can work with me, you know."
Mulder laughed. "I don't think I want to do what you do." Krycek's
face fell. "No, I mean, I don't know if I want to have anything more to
do with government secrets and conspiracies."
"Then what do you want to do?"
"I don't know. Maybe we could move into a farmhouse and raise ducks or
something." He put his arm around Krycek's shoulders. "Don't you want
to get out too?"
Krycek thought for a moment. "You know, I don't really know what I
want. This has been my life for so long, I don't know if I could just
leave it. That and the fact that death threats don't exactly follow a
retirement plan."
Mulder nodded and kissed Krycek's forehead. "You're right." He sighed.
"It was just a thought. I guess it wouldn't be the most practical thing
in the world."
Krycek moved his arm to embrace his lover. "I think it was a great
thought. For just a few moments I could see the two of us living
together in total, domestic bliss. It was nice."
"Yeah."
"You know what else would be nice?"
"What?"
"If you fucked me before you went home."
Mulder snickered. "You're such a romantic, you know that?"
Krycek moved up to kiss Mulder. "I was going for slut, actually." He
stood up and reached out a hand. "Let's go in to the bedroom."
Mulder stood up and put his arms around Krycek's waist then moved them
down until his hands were resting on the firm ass. "How about if we do
something different tonight?"
"Ooh, what do you have in mind?" Krycek purred playfully.
Mulder took his hand and headed for the front door.
They walked quickly down the dark hallway of the old apartment building,
eventually coming to the stairwell door. Mulder dragged Krycek behind
him, up the stairs, until they reached the door which gave access to the
roof.
"No way, Fox. I don't want to freeze my ass off."
"You won't. It's not that cold out. Come on." He opened the door to
the roof and walked out. The cold air against his face woke him up, and
he felt his nipples harden as the chill penetrated the thin material of
his t-shirt.
"Fox, this is not putting me in the—"
Krycek was silenced as Mulder covered his mouth with his own and kissed
him, almost violently. The assault lessened as Krycek returned the
aggression and drank in the taste and heat of his lover's mouth. He
felt himself being pushed backwards until the hard, cold pressure of the
edge of the roof dug into his back.
He broke away and looked into the eyes that could ask him to do
anything. "What are you doing?"
Mulder spun him around so he was facing the building that was a few feet
away. "See that?" He slid a hand up under the front of Krycek's shirt
until he found an already taut nipple and squeezed it. "There could be
a camera behind any of those windows, watching us."
Krycek gasped at the touch. "Fox, that building's condemned."
"I know. It would be the perfect place for them to set up
surveillance." His fingers moved to the other nipple and ran his thumb
over it, relishing the shiver that ran through his partner. He pressed
his growing erection against Krycek's ass and felt another shiver.
"Then why are you doing this out here, if you think that?"
Mulder kissed Krycek's neck then bit the salty skin. "Maybe I want to
get caught fucking you on a rooftop." Before Krycek could ask why the
sudden disregard for their secrecy, he felt Mulder's hand snake down to
unfasten his jeans and slip inside. The expert fingers gently caressed
the half-erect shaft, bringing it to its full hardness with each gentle
stroke. Mulder licked his ear. "You still too cold?"
"Mmm, I'm warming up..." Krycek reached a hand up to touch Mulder's
hair, stroking it slowly.
"Good." Mulder removed his hand from Krycek's jeans and slowly pulled
them down until they pooled around his ankles.
The feel of cold stone against his hard cock, made Krycek gasp as did
the cold air against his naked ass. Mulder gently pushed him until he
was stretched over the wall. Krycek knew that if he wanted to, his
lover could just tip him up a little more and send him flying off the
roof. More blood rushed to his cock at the thought.
Mulder kissed the back of his neck. "Oh, baby, this is going to be so
good. Just keep looking at those windows. If they're watching us, I
don't want there to be any doubt about who I'm fucking." He undid his
jeans and ran his hand over the head of his leaking cock. He slid his
fingers between Krycek's asscheeks, smearing the precome over the
opening.
"Do it, Fox. I'm ready for you." Krycek's voice was rough, desperate.
He pushed back against Mulder's finger, wriggling his ass in an attempt
at more contact.
"Okay, baby." Mulder removed his finger and took hold of his rigid
cock. He sighed as he put the tip of his penis to Krycek's asshole and
applied a little pressure until it popped past the tight ring. He
stopped and felt the heat surround the head.
Krycek pushed hard against him and impaled himself on the hot, hard
organ, making them both cry out at the sudden penetration. Mulder
reached a hand around and grasped Krycek's cock in his hand and started
to pump it.
"God, I love your ass, Alex. You're such a slut."
"You have no idea." Krycek laughed and put his hands on the wall
seeking leverage in an effort to fuck Mulder's dick. "You talk too
much. Just fuck me." His breathy voice was almost inaudible but Mulder
heard him and smiled.
"You got it." He slowly started to move in and out of Krycek's ass,
sliding almost all the way out before slowly, deliberately thrusting
back into the hot channel. He increased his speed and force until he
felt his orgasm welling up from the base of his spine, into his balls.
It surged up from the pit of his stomach into his chest, until all he
could feel was the tingling anticipation of release that his body was
crying out for. His fist pumped Krycek's cock faster, and he was
vaguely aware that Krycek was talking.
"Fox, Fox...." Krycek closed his eyes at the sensation of his ass being
filled with every thrust. The hand on his cock was squeezing him,
willing him to come. Soon he felt Mulder shudder and then the
unmistakable feeling of hot come shooting deep inside him. Even as
orgasm racked Mulder's body, he kept squeezing and pulling on Krycek's
dick.
"Come on, baby. Your turn."
"Fox, I think....Fox...oh shit." Krycek came in a hot, angry burst of
fluid and curses. He collapsed against the wall, and even as the cold
stone dug into his stomach, he breathed heavily and waited for his body
to recover. He no longer felt the cold. Mulder leaned over him,
covering him and protecting him from the cold air surrounding him.
"Mmm, that was good. How are you?"
Krycek raised his head and looked at the building in front of them.
"I'm fine, but, um, Fox?"
"Yeah?" He kissed the dark hair.
"You were kidding about wanting them to see us, right?"
A throaty chuckle and Mulder bent down to pull up Krycek's jeans, then
helped him to button them. "Of course. But it's fun to pretend, don't
you think?"
"Yeah, but..."
"But what?" Mulder turned him around, his face serious. "I would never
put our relationship in jeopardy if I thought we'd really get caught. I
know they'd never stake out the roof of all places."
Krycek smiled sadly and looked over his shoulder. He turned back to
Mulder. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Anything."
Krycek pointed his thumb, gesturing to the building behind him. "What
should I make of the blinking red light in that window?"
end
A Random Scene in an Apartment
by Frankie
He opened his front door with a tired sigh and walked into his
apartment. It had been one of the more trying days of his life and he
was happy to be home. All he wanted to do now was lie down on his couch
and crash in front of the television.
