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<Handyman> Damn. I didn't think I'd ever used
this name with you.
<FMldr> Yeah, you did. For the very first
of our illustrious chats.
<Handyman> ::shrug:: My mistake. So, what do
you want Mulder?
<FMldr> Well, what you always seem to
want when you harass me. How're you doing,
Krycek?
<Handyman> I'm fine.
<Handyman> You?
<FMldr> I'm great! Though for a while
there I was wondering if you'd disappeared from the
face of the earth, or something.
<Handyman> Well, as you can see I'm still here.
Now, if that's all...
<FMldr> No, that's not all. I never got a
chance to thank you before you left.
<Handyman> Well, Mulder, you're welcome.
Have a nice night.
<FMldr> What's the matter, Krycek? First
you clear out of your apartment, now you don't want
to talk to me.
<Handyman> ::shrug:: I got what I wanted,
didn't feel the need to hang around afterwards.
<FMldr> I see.
<Handyman> Any more questions? Or can I get
back to what I was doing?
<FMldr> what were you doing?
<Handyman> Cybering with Scully.
<FMldr> Cool. How'd that go? She hot?
<Handyman> Yeah, Mulder, a real firecracker.
<FMldr> I bet. Gotta be the red hair.
<Handyman> Must be it. Well, you take care of
yourself.
<FMldr> Wow. You surprise me, Krycek.
<Handyman> How so?
<FMldr> I signed on hoping to see you, not
only because you've been MIA for a couple of weeks,
but also because I was starting to enjoy our chats.
Now you're so.... You're acting like me.
<Handyman> LOL! I don't know quite what to
say to that.
<FMldr> Well, if you're insulted, you could
let me have it....if not, you could tell me how pleased
you are. Your choice.
<Handyman> Well, I'm not sure either of those
options cover it, really.
<FMldr> Then why don't you tell me what
would?
<Handyman> Well, I'm not insulted, and can't
say I'm pleased. I think I'm going to have to go for
amused at the comparison, but largely indifferent.
<FMldr> oh, okay. Well, at least you're not
saying you have to leave.
<Handyman> No, I guess I'm not.
<Handyman> Though I can't say I really see the
point of this conversation.
<FMldr> Oh right. Because you got what
you wanted, right? Funny.
<Handyman> ::shrug:: What can I say? I'm
fickle and easily bored once I get what I want.
<FMldr> Of course. Would you believe I
missed you?
<Handyman> Well, I have to say it's a stretch.
<FMldr> Why wouldn't I miss you? Best
sex I've ever had!
<Handyman> Yeah, it wasn't bad. I'm sure you
could find it elsewhere, though.
<FMldr> Sure, but screwing you has a
certain appeal.
<Handyman> Well, I'm flattered, but not really
interested. Thanks, though.
<FMldr> Okay, can we drop the pretense
now?
<Handyman> It's not a pretense, Mulder.
<FMldr> Well, I know you're pissed off at
me for breaking your little heart.
<Handyman> Breaking my heart? Are you on
something?
<FMldr> Nothing but bourbon, but that's
got nothing to do with this.
<Handyman> Ah, well that explains your
impaired judgment.
<FMldr> Well, it wasn't impaired the night
you came over.
<Handyman> Well, that makes one of us.
<FMldr> Really? Do tell.
<Handyman> ::shrug:: Well, it wasn't really
what I was expecting, was actually pretty
disappointing. In retrospect, I think it should have
stayed a fantasy. But hey, it was hot, I got off, I can't
say I regret it.
<FMldr> LOL! oh, okay, that's supposed to
hurt, right? Well, maybe you're right. I mean, in
your fantasies I probably love you back, right?
<Handyman> ::rolling my eyes:: You are drunk.
Yeah, Mulder, the fact that we didn't ride off into the
sunset just about killed me. You're a real
heartbreaker. I'll never get over you.
<Handyman> Is that better?
<FMldr> Well, probably closer to the truth
than the bullshit you tried to play off when you left
here.
<Handyman> Oh this will be good. Please tell
me what you mean.
<FMldr> Well, it's obvious that you meant
what you were saying that night.
<Handyman> Oh, and here I'd forgotten all
about that poetic declaration of love I made.
<FMldr> It's okay....you can admit that you
wanted to be there and that I really hurt you when I
rejected your feelings.
<Handyman> I'll definitely admit that I wanted
to be there —wouldn't have been there otherwise.
I'm still a little confused on the bit about you
rejecting my feelings, though. Were you drunk then,
too?
<FMldr> Nope. It's okay. You can deny
whatever you like. It's only a professional opinion
and nothing else. Better?
<Handyman> You don't handle rejection well,
do you?
<FMldr> Sure I do. But maybe I should
defer to your knowledge on that subject.
<Handyman> Well, if you consider pathetic,
delusional accusations a healthy way of handling
rejection, yeah. I suppose you do.
<FMldr> Awww, I should have expected
you to say something like that. Okay, Krycek, I'll let
you go. You go nurse your wounds some more and
I'll talk to you when you aren't feeling so fragile.
<Handyman> Um, sure, Mulder. I do have to go
cry now. Bye!
<FMldr> Goodnight, Alex.
<FMldr> Hey, stranger.
<A_K_A> What the fuck?. I *know* I never
used this name with you.
<FMldr> And your point would be?
<A_K_A> How did you get this?
<FMldr> Ahh....some things were meant to
be a secret.
<A_K_A> No, really Mulder. How the hell
did you get this?
<FMldr> Three little birds told me.
<A_K_A> Damnit. Those geek friends of
yours are entirely too much trouble.
<FMldr> Yeah, well, they do have their
good qualities.
<A_K_A> Well, forgive me if I can't really
appreciate them right now.
<FMldr> You know, I have the impression
you were trying to hide from me.
<A_K_A> Well, *hide* is a little strong. I've
just been avoiding you.
<FMldr> Yeah, I figured... Can't blame
you, I guess.
<A_K_A> Really? That's something of a
surprise.
<FMldr> Well, you can't accuse me of being
boring
<A_K_A> ::laughing:: No, Mulder, you're
right. I really can't.
<FMldr> Hey...you're laughing. Does this
mean you want to talk to me now?
<A_K_A> Well, regardless of whether or not
I want to —I suppose I really should considering all
the trouble you went to...
<FMldr> Thanks
<A_K_A> Um, you're welcome?
<FMldr> So, where have you been?
<A_K_A> Here, there...
<FMldr> Yeah? Mostly there, I bet...
<A_K_A> I'm surprised your buddies haven't
figured that one out, too.
<FMldr> Well, I do know what cities you've
been in, but I was trying to make conversation, really
<A_K_A> Are you trying to give me a good
reason to kill your only friends?
<FMldr> No, they were just doing me a
favor. If you should kill anyone, it should be me.
<A_K_A> Don't tempt me, Mulder.
<FMldr> Guess I deserve that.
<A_K_A> You think?
<FMldr> Yeah. Alex...I'm sorry.
<A_K_A> Are you drinking again?
<FMldr> I've only had one.
<A_K_A> Can't hold your liquor, Mulder?
<FMldr> I know what I'm saying, Alex.
<A_K_A> Good for you.
<FMldr> Sorry...I guess this was a bad idea.
<A_K_A> Gee? You think so? But since you
went to all this trouble to find little ol' me....
<FMldr> Well, I don't want to make you
talk to me if you'd rather spend your time hating me.
<A_K_A> Don't worry, Mulder, I don't hate
you. And you're really amusing the hell out of me.
<FMldr> Oh yeah? What am I doing that's
so amusing now?
<A_K_A> Well, I don't want to anger you—
you'll go off in a huff, and then who will amuse me?
<FMldr> So, what am I doing? I just want
to make sure I keep it up.
<A_K_A> Well, you know how you used to
accuse me of being pathetic and obsessed?
<FMldr> Yeah.
<A_K_A> I'm sure you can figure it out.
<FMldr> Oh. You think I'm pathetic?
<A_K_A> Well, Mulder, you said it first.
<FMldr> You're right, I guess.
<A_K_A> Oh, you *must* be drunk again.
<FMldr> I don't know, maybe I am. I've
just had a lot of time to think...
<A_K_A> Oh, do tell.
<FMldr> Yeah, right.
<A_K_A> No, really. I'm intrigued.
<A_K_A> And I care.
<FMldr> Alex, please don't fuck with me,
tonight, okay? I don't know what I thought I'd accomplish by talking to you.
<A_K_A> Okay, I won't fuck with you. But
you might as well say what's on your mind. I mean,
there had to be a reason you went to all this trouble
to find me.
<FMldr> I just.... It's been a month since
our last chat, Alex. In all that time, I couldn't stop
thinking about you and I guess... I don't know, I
think I missed you. Go ahead, laugh. I don't expect
you to buy it.
<A_K_A> I'm not laughing, Mulder.
Though I am amazed at just how lonely you must be
to feel that way about someone like me.
<FMldr> Yeah, I couldn't figure it out
either.
<A_K_A> Maybe you're just ill. I'm sure it's
nothing a little time on a couch couldn't solve.
<FMldr> Trust me, I've been putting in a lot
of time on the couch, and not the one I'm sure you're
referring to. I've just about worn a hole in that tape
you sent me.
<A_K_A> Well, let me know —I could
always send you my copy.
<FMldr> You'd do that for me?
<A_K_A> ::shrug:: Sure. You're welcome to
it.
<FMldr> Would you deliver it in person?
<A_K_A> Don't push your luck.
<FMldr> Well, can't blame a guy for trying.
<A_K_A> Okay, I won't hold it against you.
<FMldr> Aww, I really wish you would...
<A_K_A> Well, okay then. I'm in a
generous mood. I *do* blame you for trying,
Mulder.
<FMldr> ::shaking head:: Never mind
<A_K_A> LOL! I just can't win.
<FMldr> Yeah, that makes two of us
<A_K_A> Awww! Poor Mulder. Have
another drink.
<FMldr> Thanks, I will, but I really hate
drinking alone. Care to join me?
<A_K_A> Why not? I'll grab a beer.
<FMldr> Great. Thanks.
<A_K_A> No problem, Mulder.
<FMldr> Alex, can we talk about what
happened when you came over here? I'll understand
if you don't want to since it meant nothing to you...
<A_K_A> Well, what is it that you want to
talk about?
<FMldr> How much I fucked it up.
<A_K_A> Well, you could work on your
seduction techniques. Pretending to kill someone at
the beginning might not be the best approach.
<FMldr> That was completely unacceptable.
You have no idea how sorry I am about that. I really
don't know what got into me....I guess I figured you'd
know I was bluffing, and I thought you were just
playing along. I mean, why would I want you to
come over just so I could kill you? Wait, don't
answer that.
<A_K_A> Um, yeah. I think it's best if I
don't.
<FMldr> It's just that our chats had been
so... I wanted you here because I had to make it real.
And I thought you'd want it too.
<A_K_A> Well, Mulder, there's real, and
then there's fucking psychotic.
<FMldr> I know. And I can't say anything
except I'm sorry and I honestly thought you'd know I
was just fucking around. When you got so upset, I
thought that was part of it, and I couldn't keep a
straight face to keep playing along...I felt ridiculous.
That doesn't make it better, but it's what I was
thinking.
<A_K_A> Hmmm. That doesn't really jive
with the impression I got. But then, I thought I was
about to die. That might have colored my
perceptions a bit.
<FMldr> Yeah, I can see how that would
happen. Well, it doesn't matter now because you
made yourself very clear the next day.
<A_K_A> Forgive me, though, if I'm a little
skeptical about you being so sure that I realized it
was just a game. And for that matter, I'm not so sure
it was a game for you. I mean, taking our history into
account, and your penchant for violence against me
- I don't think you wanting to kill me is much of a
stretch.
<FMldr> But you liked it when I *killed*
you in my fantasy.
<A_K_A> Um, that was a *chat* Mulder.
And as you'll recall, that little fantasy is one of the
reasons I was so hesitant to come over there in the
first place. And it turned out to be a pretty valid
concern, really.
<FMldr> Alex, I thought you were kidding
about that! Forget it, I don't know why I thought
you'd believe me. Look, I was wrong, but like I said,
it's a moot point. You were just there to fuck me
over and leave.
<A_K_A> It's ironic how it turned out then,
isn't it?
<FMldr> Not really. I guess deep down I
knew there was no way you'd... Anyway, you can
chalk up my attempt to get you to admit your
feelings to wishful thinking.
<A_K_A> You know, in addition to working
on your seduction technique, you might want to
rethink how you try to get people to open up to you.
<FMldr> You'd think if anyone would know
how to do that, it would be me, but.... you drive me
absolutely crazy. This whole thing is crazy. Ask
Scully. I've been useless at work.
<A_K_A> Oh, sure, Mulder. I'll call her
right up. I'm sure she'd be happy to chat with me
about you.
<FMldr> I didn't mean it literally.
<A_K_A> Oh, well that's disappointing.
<FMldr> Yeah, I can tell you're broken up
about it.
<A_K_A> Now, now. Have you learned
nothing about making assumptions about how I feel
about things?
<FMldr> You'd think that, wouldn't you?
<A_K_A> ::shrug:: Maybe, but I don't know
that I expect it.
<FMldr> Yeah, well, I didn't expect any of
this, so I'm with you there.
<A_K_A> So, Mulder, what exactly is it that
you want?
<FMldr> I want you to come over. I know
you're in DC.
<A_K_A> I don't think that would be a good
idea.
<FMldr> I didn't say it was a good idea.
You asked me what I wanted. I told you.
<A_K_A> Fair enough.
<FMldr> I didn't expect you to agree.
<A_K_A> You're finally starting to show
some sense.
<FMldr> Wow...Scully would be impressed.
<A_K_A> You should tell her all about it.
<FMldr> Somehow I don't think telling her
about my choice of lovers would go over all that
well.
<A_K_A> Well, maybe she'd feel better if
you pointed out that one night doesn't really make us
lovers.
<FMldr> Maybe I should have said
preferred choice...
<A_K_A> Gee, Mulder. That makes me
sound like a piece of meat. I could have USDA
Approved tattooed on my ass.
<FMldr> <FMldr> Oh god, did I just say that?
<A_K_A> Why yes, you did.
<FMldr> Damn.
<A_K_A> I'm sure you'll get over it.
<FMldr> And it's not like I could say
anything else to make you think I'm even more of an
idiot.
<A_K_A> I don't think you're an idiot, not at
all.
<FMldr> Right. You're playing me and you
don't think I'm an idiot? Nice try.
<A_K_A> I'm not playing you. But I do
think you're trying to play me. I'm not buying this
act.
<FMldr> Why do you think this is an act?
<A_K_A> Well, for one, it makes a hell of a
lot more sense than you suddenly becoming a
remorseful, needy idiot.
<FMldr> True. But four weeks and two
days is a long time when it comes to getting used to
something like this. You haven't had that luxury.
<A_K_A> You don't honestly expect me to
believe you're a reformed man?
<FMldr> I didn't say I was reformed.
<A_K_A> Okay, let's try remorseful again—
and hell, I'll throw in "contrite" for good measure,
too.
<FMldr> You're too kind.
<A_K_A> Yeah, it's one of my better
qualities, really.
<FMldr> But not your best, certainly.
<A_K_A> Oh and what in the world might
you think is my best quality?? Hmm, I'm betting
against my cold, ruthless nature. And the ability to
kill without guilt is probably out, too. Let's see, it
must be my sexual prowess.
<FMldr> Damn, you're sharp, Alex. You're
not cold or ruthless, and you can't always kill
without guilt, so...
<A_K_A> No, I am pretty cold and ruthless,
actually. And I can't remember the last time I felt a
shred of guilt over killing someone. I apologize if
I'm wrecking some fantasy you have about me
regretting killing your father.
<FMldr> Huh....maybe you're right.
<A_K_A> Yeah, I think I am.
<FMldr> So what's my problem then?
<A_K_A> I don't know. You tell me.
<FMldr> I wish I knew.
<A_K_A> Well, this insecure, needy act is
really getting old, Mulder. You might as well give
up on it now. You're not going to get away with
whatever mind-fuck you were planning.
<FMldr> Why are you so paranoid? If you
don't care about me, I don't see the need for you to
care so much about whether or not this is a mind-
fuck.
<A_K_A> LOL!! You're right. I don't care
if you want to fuck with my mind. But whether this
is a game or sincere, the point is, it's boring. And
annoying. It lost any amusement value quite awhile
ago.
<FMldr> Okay. Good night, Alex.
<A_K_A> Bye!
Mulder walked out the door of his apartment
building and jogged quickly down the stairs. Sitting
in a car down the street, Krycek sat up straight,
tossing aside a bag of chips as he started the engine.
He stared with hunger at the sight of Mulder
stretching on the lawn, his gaze locked until Mulder
finally moved to run down the street. Shaking his
head to dispel the sudden rush of crippling lust, Alex
pulled the car out, driving ahead to one of the more
secluded spots on Mulder's regular route.
He parked the car, and grabbing a few things, moved
behind a tree to wait.
Staring down the street, Krycek tried to ignore the
edgy anticipation he was feeling. He'd been
planning this for awhile, and couldn't afford to let
nerves wreck it. A few long minutes later, Mulder
appeared around the corner. His head was slightly
down, and Krycek could tell his mind was elsewhere,
hardly aware of his surroundings. As soon as
Mulder was past him, Krycek ran after. As soon as
he was within reach, he grabbed Mulder from
behind, jamming a gun in his back and throwing a
black hood over his face.
Checking that no one was witnessing the little scene,
he began pushing Mulder toward the waiting car.
Mulder's first thought was complete panic and he bit
back a cry at the surprise attack and sudden
claustrophobia. He didn't struggle—the gun in his
back was enough for him to resist doing that . As he
felt himself being shoved forward, he tried to keep
his voice calm.
"Who are you? What do you want?" He didn't
expect any answers, but hoped to recognize a voice,
or at least find out if there was more than one person
there.
Krycek smiled to himself, thoroughly enjoying
Mulder's obvious panic. He decided not to reply,
reaching instead to grab the handcuffs he had open
and dangling from his belt. A familiar pang of
regret for his lost arm hit him as he managed to snap
them shut with his prosthesis around Mulder's
wrists. Opening the car door, he shoved Mulder into
the passenger seat, and pulled the seat belt across
him, restraining him further.
Mulder wondered at a kidnapper who was so
concerned with his safety, but figured it was just one
more way to keep him immobile. He heard the door
on his side slam closed and waited, his heart
pounding. He knew he had to keep his wits about
him if he wanted to get out of this alive. When he
heard the driver's door open and shut, he turned
toward his abductor.
"What do you want? Where are you taking me?"
Fruitless questions, he knew, but he was hoping for
something, anything, that would tell him who was
behind this.
Enjoying the increasing hysteria that underlaid
Mulder's tone, Krycek shook his head, and decided
to remain silent for now. Suddenly regretting that
the place he'd set up was so nearby, he considered
driving around for awhile, just to play further on
Mulder's terror. It probably wouldn't be wise to
drive further than he needed to with a hooded man
as a companion, though, so Krycek gave a small
shrug and drove the few blocks to the small house.
He parked in the garage, and resisted a chuckle
when Mulder visibly tensed as he shut off the engine.
Walking around to the passenger side, he roughly
pulled Mulder from the car, pushing the gun against
the small of his back for emphasis as he let them in
the house.
As he was taken inside, Mulder reasoned that they
weren't too far from where he lived. At least he
would have an idea about where he was when he
escaped. He wouldn't let himself think too much:
just because he hadn't been driven out to a secluded
area didn't mean he wasn't going to be killed. For all
he knew, he was going to be questioned, perhaps
tortured. He couldn't imagine he knew anything that
would make someone resort to kidnapping a federal
agent. Whatever was happening, he knew he needed
to stay calm. Licking his lips, he turned his head
slightly.
"Gee, I've let you handcuff me and put a hood over
my head. When do I get my turn?" He tried to keep
his voice steady and neutral, but knew he'd failed
miserably.
Krycek smiled. Only Mulder would attempt humor,
albeit pathetic humor, in a situation like this. He felt
an odd surge of affection before he ruthlessly
suppressed it. This was about revenge and getting
what he wanted. He couldn't let himself forget that.
He pushed Mulder down the hallway and up the
narrow staircase until they reached the bedroom.
Walking into the room, he gave Mulder a sharp
shove, which sent the man sprawling across the bed.
Placing the gun down, he quickly flipped Mulder
onto his back, and immediately attached one of the
ankle restraints that was connected to the bedpost.
Mulder attempted a brief struggle, cursing under his
breath, but with his hands cuffed behind his back it
was little more than a token effort. As soon as he
had both legs restrained, Krycek pulled Mulder up
into a sitting position, and made short work of
chaining his arms to the bed.
Okay, this is not what I expected. The thought
would have been comical if Mulder wasn't still trying
to ascertain where he was and why he was there.
He made another useless attempt at getting free, but
he knew he was securely tied down. What the fuck
was going on? This didn't jibe with any scenario
he'd been running in his head, and he was at a loss.
Who in the world would kidnap him and tie him
down to a bed? And why would they, unless...
Despite his apprehension, he smiled under the hood
and took a shot.
"Alex?"
Pleased in spite of himself, Alex grinned and
reached over to tug the hood off Mulder's head.
"Good guess."
Relief took over and Mulder started laughing.
"What the hell are you doing? If you wanted to tie
me down this badly, I would have cooperated."
Alex shrugged and picked up a hunting knife,
hefting it in his hand for a moment before looking
back at Mulder. "But this way, I got to scare the shit
out of you." With a tight smile, he walked towards
the bed.
Mulder's smile froze on his face as he watched the
knife in Alex's hand. "Uh, to be honest, you're still
scaring the shit out of me."
Krycek laughed and sat down on the bed next to
Mulder, trailing the knife lightly down Mulder's t-shirt. "That's nice to hear."
Mulder swallowed nervously. At this point, he didn't
give a shit if Krycek knew he was scared. But maybe
this was just part of some game. That thought
calmed him a bit and he smiled easily. "I wondered
if you'd be into knife play."
Shaking his head, Krycek moved the knife up and
began slicing through the neck of Mulder's shirt.
"You are one sick fuck, Mulder." Letting himself
enjoy Mulder's hiss at the feeling of cold metal
against his skin, Krycek smiled. "I suggest you try
not to move too much." He made quick work of
Mulder's shirt, and was soon tugging away the
jagged pieces.
Making no comment as Krycek divested him of his t-shirt, Mulder felt a sudden, aching tingle in his
groin. Whatever was planned for today, he was sure
it would be good. He quirked an eyebrow as Krycek
threw the remains of his shirt on the floor. "You
gonna buy me a new shirt, Alex?"
Krycek pulled at the waistband of Mulder's sweats
and began slicing through the fleece. "Nah, I don't
think replacing clothes is something kidnappers are
in the habit of doing. You're just lucky I didn't grab
you when you were on your way home from work,
considering how much your suits cost."
Carefully watching where Krycek put the blade of
the knife as he sliced through the sweats, Mulder
made sure he was completely still. But having
Krycek's hands so close to his cock was making it
impossible for him to not become even more
aroused. As cool air assaulted his skin, he sighed
softly. "I'd sacrifice a suit for this."
Finishing with the sweats, Krycek pulled them off
along with Mulder's shoes and socks. Standing up to
look at him, Krycek gave an appreciative smile.
Mulder looked gorgeous lying there, spread-eagled
and cuffed, his skin still sheened with sweat from his
earlier exercise and fear. Krycek's eyes focused on
Mulder's jock strap, which was barely covering a
growing erection. "Yeah, it looks like you're
enjoying this."
"Did you think I wouldn't?"
"No, I definitely expected you to enjoy this part of
it." Krycek smiled and cut away the jock strap.
Smiling at Mulder's moan, he placed the knife on the
bedside table, and began gently stroking Mulder's
cock.
Mulder bit his lip and bucked into Krycek's grip.
This was too good. He had to admit a certain
grudging respect for the way Krycek had gotten him
here, and from the way things were proceeding, he
had no doubt he was going to walk out of here a
satisfied man. He closed his eyes and shivered
slightly as Krycek traced the cockhead with his
thumb. "I...I take it our last chat made you change
your mind...about seeing me, I mean..."
"Something like that." Krycek bent over Mulder and
took his cock in deep, swallowing until his throat
was full. He set a fast pace, using his tongue, lips
and throat to coax a creative litany of moans and
curses from Mulder. Ignoring his own arousal for
the moment, he forced himself to pay close attention
to how close Mulder was getting.
Krycek's mouth was pure heat and Mulder pulled on
his restraints, needing to touch him. He tried to tell
Alex to release him, but could only manage a few
incomprehensible groans as the slick warmth
devoured him. Mulder soon felt a familiar tightness
take hold and knew he wasn't going to be able to
hold back much longer. Something in the back of
his mind told him it didn't matter, that he'd have
another chance to savor this, later.
Krycek's hand caressed Mulder's balls and their
tightness confirmed his suspicion that Mulder was
almost there. With one last, long suck, he
abandoned Mulder's cock and reached across to the
bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a
thick metal ring. With an evil grin he attached it
snugly to the base of Mulder's cock.
Mulder's eyes opened quickly. "What are you
doing?"
Widening his eyes in mock innocence, Krycek
grinned at him. "It's called a cock ring. It constricts
the base of your cock and keeps you from coming."
"Uh, yeah...I know that. What do you say we hold
off on the toys until later?" Mulder couldn't keep the
whine out of his voice as his cock throbbed with the
need for release.
Krycek cocked his head as if seriously considering
Mulder's suggestion, then shook his head. "Nah, I
think this is the perfect time for toys." He gave
Mulder's cock a few rough strokes, then stood and
began quickly stripping out of his clothes.
Mulder forced his breathing to slow and decided to
enjoy the display as Krycek got undressed. He could
wait as long as he needed to if it meant getting to
fuck Alex again. "I meant what I said, you know."
Returning naked to the bed, Alex laid next to him,
and began lazily caressing Mulder's chest. "What
was that?"
Mulder tried to remember exactly what he'd said to
Krycek in their last chat, but was too distracted by
the touch of his hand. "Uh...you know. About how
sorry I am. I didn't want to scare you."
Leaning across his chest, Krycek's mouth latched
onto one of Mulder's nipples, licking and sucking
hard for a few minutes, before giving one sharp nip.
He looked up at Mulder and smiled. "You know, I
didn't believe you last time, and your credibility is
even more strained now that I have you securely
restrained with a few weapons within easy reach."
Mulder yelped at the sudden bite. "Why don't you
believe that I could feel something for you?" he
managed, finally.
"You know, Mulder, I've got you naked and chained
to my bed. A sex toy is in use. Do we really have to
talk about this right now?"
Mulder grinned. "I guess I can't argue with that
logic." Maybe Alex had bought it after all.
"Good." Alex grinned, "Now let's see if I can make
you stay quiet." He leaned over Mulder and kissed
the slightly parted lips.
Groaning softly, Mulder let himself melt into the
kiss, his tongue seeking out Krycek's, the taste of
him increasing his heightened desire.
Krycek lost himself in the kiss, reveling in just how
talented Mulder's mouth was. When he finally
pulled away, they were both panting, and Mulder's
cock was so hard it almost looked painful. Giving
him a smug smile, Krycek caressed Mulder's lower
lip with the pad of his thumb. "I do enjoy your
mouth."
His eyes never leaving Krycek's, Mulder opened his
mouth and sucked briefly on the digit before
speaking. "I'm sure you can think of something to
do with it." That thought sent another shot to his
cock and he shifted uncomfortably. If Krycek didn't
do something soon, this was going to stop being fun.
"Hmmm, not a bad idea." Moving to straddle
Mulder's chest, he held his cock and gave it a few
languid strokes, watching with fascination as
Mulder's eyes widened and he licked his lips.
Krycek moved his cock so that the head of it brushed
against Mulder's lips.
His tongue flickered out to lick the pearly drops of
moisture from the head, and Mulder parted his lips.
He leaned as far forward as he could, taking as much
of Krycek's cock into his mouth as possible. Licking
and sucking, he whimpered in frustration as his arms
strained against the chains. He needed to touch him,
to feel the hardness in his hands.
Alex looked down at Mulder's struggles, his
amusement almost as strong as his desire. This felt
so damn good, was exactly what he needed. Pulling
out of Mulder's mouth, he traced the head of his cock
along the contours of his face, hissing at the
sensation of sharp stubble, enjoying the sight of trails
of saliva and precum adorning Mulder's cheeks.
He returned to Mulder's open mouth, tracing his lips,
but pulling away every time Mulder tried to suck
him in. Leaning back on his haunches, he bent and
kissed Mulder. "Okay, this is what I want you to
do."
Mulder looked at him, his eyes pleading. "Tell me,"
he whispered.
Stroking the side of Mulder's face Krycek whispered,
"I want you to open your mouth wide, cover your
teeth with your lips. But that's it. I want to fuck your
mouth, but I don't want you to do a goddamn thing,
no licking, sucking, anything. You do that, and
you'll be sorry."
Nodding quickly, Mulder complied, waiting for
Krycek to do what he wanted.
Krycek smiled his approval and nudged his cock into
Mulder's open, slack mouth. He began thrusting
gently, more aroused than he thought he'd be by
Mulder's acquiescence, his passivity. He deepened
his thrusts slightly until his cock was at the back of
Mulder's throat. "Swallow," he ordered softly.
Mulder did as he was told, leaving himself
completely at Krycek's mercy. The thought didn't
disturb him as much as it should have, and he didn't
care. All he wanted to do was give Alex whatever he
wanted to take.
Krycek groaned at the sensation of Mulder's throat
muscles tightly stroking him. He had to pause for a
moment, throwing his head back as he fought to
control himself. The moment passed, and he gave a
few tentative thrusts, checking to see that he wasn't
choking Mulder. Realizing that Mulder was
handling it fine, he increased the pace and length of
his thrusts, his hand reaching out to stroke Mulder's
cheek, loving the feel of his cock outlined under the
skin.
Time and again as Krycek thrust into his mouth,
filling his senses with the taste and solid heat of his
cock, Mulder had to force himself not to do more
than he was told. There was no telling what Krycek
would do, but every move made it more and more
difficult to hold back. As he felt Krycek touch his
face, Mulder flicked out his tongue and caressed the
hard shaft, unable to resist any longer.
The feel of Mulder's tongue sent a sudden, delirious
shock through him and he thrust even harder before
Krycek remembered his warning. Pulling out with
no little regret, he chuckled and fixed Mulder with a
stern glare. "What did I tell you?"
Mulder simply stared back at him, not answering.
He would take whatever Krycek dished out if it
meant being able to continue.
Krycek leaned back and began stroking his cock,
holding it just inches away from Mulder's mouth.
"What did I tell you?" he asked again, his tone
sharp and harsh.
Eyeing Alex's cock, Mulder licked his lips. He could
still taste him. "I'd be sorry," he muttered.
"Yeah," Alex breathed, beginning to rock his hips as
he thrust into his hand. Mulder's eyes were locked
on his cock, it didn't even look like he was blinking.
It made Krycek's cock twitch, spilling even more
precum along his hand. "You really want this, don't
you?" he whispered, rocking forward slightly so that
his cock just glanced across Mulder's lips, leaving a
sticky string of precum.
Mulder nodded, licking the fluid from his lips.
"Please..."
"No, I don't think so." Krycek increased the pace of
his hand. "You disobeyed me, you fucking slut."
Positioning himself so his thrusts brushed repeatedly
against Mulder's lips, he started using the sharp,
hard strokes he knew would take him over the edge.
Watching with desperate fascination as Krycek
jerked himself off, Mulder repeatedly tried to take
him into his mouth until his lips and chin were
coated with precum. He didn't care how he looked;
he just needed Alex to give him what he wanted.
His frustration grew with every brush against his
face and he started struggling even more in his
restraints.
The sight of Mulder's frantic struggles sparked
something deep, and that was all it took. With a
sharp cry, Krycek was shuddering, shooting come
into Mulder's open mouth, over his chin, down his
neck. The force of it was almost too much, and he
felt himself shaking almost uncontrollably. Bracing
himself against the headboard, he slumped against
Mulder, his spent cock nestled under Mulder's chin.
Softening, it twitched with aftershocks, brushing
against Mulder's skin, and the feeling of evening
stubble brushing against him made Krycek feel like
his nerve endings were on fire.
Mulder swallowed eagerly, his tongue seeking out
and lapping up as much of Krycek's come as he
could. As Alex leaned over him, Mulder inhaled his
sensual musk, rubbing his chin against him before
placing a tentative kiss on coarse hair. There was no
objection, so Mulder continued kissing whatever he
could reach, still wishing that his hands were free in
order to allow him to touch, to caress every part of
him.
Krycek just rested there, bonelessly, enjoying the feel
of Mulder's hot, wet mouth moving against him.
The position soon became uncomfortable, though,
and he forced himself to sit up. Reaching down to
run his fingers through Mulder's hair, Krycek's
breath caught at the sight of him.
Mulder's mouth and chin were still smeared with
come, and his eyes were dark and hungry. Krycek
moved to stretch out on top of Mulder, groaning at
the feel of Mulder's hard cock pressed against his
hip. Tangling his fingers in Mulder's hair, Krycek
pulled him in for a kiss, sucking and licking at his
come before claiming Mulder's mouth.
Mulder inhaled sharply at the intensity of the kiss
before succumbing to it. He arched his back,
pressing his body as firmly as he could to Krycek's,
needing to make as much contact as he could, afraid
that Alex would once again decide to stop just when
Mulder needed him the most. Sucking hungrily at
Krycek's mouth, Mulder savored every taste and
sensation, and he could swear there was more than
lust behind the kiss. He could almost swear that he
was returning it with the same feeling.
Giving himself over to the kiss, Krycek began
moving against Mulder, drowning in the sharp taste
of Mulder's mouth, the urgent feel of his cock. For a
wild moment, he considered abandoning his plan,
letting himself just make love to Mulder. The
thought brought him up cold, and he stilled, then
lifted himself off Mulder. Ignoring Mulder's cry of
distress he stood and walked to the door.
"I'll be back," he said curtly and walked out.
Mulder watched in disbelief as Krycek left the room.
He knew that Alex had said he would be back, but
that wasn't all that comforting a thought. Still,
Mulder figured that even Krycek wouldn't want to
leave things like this. Mulder could tell that they
were both enjoying what was happening far too
much for Krycek to abandon it just when things were
getting good. He was curious as to what was coming
next, though. He also had to admit that he'd never
wanted anyone as much as Alex. He frowned. Of
course, he meant at this moment in time and nothing
else. Didn't he? He lay quietly, trying to be patient
until Krycek returned.
Walking slowly down the stairs, Krycek shook his
head at himself. A little fellatio, and he was already
softening towards the bastard. He forced himself to
remember the last time they were together,
remember kneeling on the floor with the gun pressed
into his skull, certain that he was going to die.
Forced himself to remember Mulder's laughter.
Yeah, that does the trick. Krycek walked into the
kitchen and grabbed one of the beers he'd stashed in
the fridge. He'd drink it, give himself a couple of
minutes before he went back upstairs. Krycek
smiled to himself, imagining how freaked out
Mulder must be by his disappearance.
Mulder was relieved when Krycek finally came back,
his face stony, but he tried not to show it. He
couldn't help admiring Alex's body as he sauntered
back to the bed, and felt himself becoming even
more aroused at the thought of what was going to
happen next.
"Hmmm. That's starting to look a bit painful,
Mulder."
"Careful, Alex. That almost sounds like you care."
"Not in the least." Krycek gave him a crooked grin.
"Just checking."
Mulder shook off the unexpected sting he felt at
Krycek's words. "Of course. Wouldn't want you
doing anything as unnatural as that, would we?"
"It's not so much of a question of it being unnatural.
I can care about people, actually. It's more that I
wouldn't want to waste it on someone who didn't
deserve it."
Forcing himself not to react, Mulder simply nodded.
"I can understand that."
"Ah, the infamous Mulder guilt. Well, good."
Krycek sat down on the bed, leaning casually against
the baseboard.
"Alex, why did you do this?"
Shrugging, Alex smiled. "Thought it would be fun.
I haven't been wrong about that so far..." He reached
over and gave Mulder's cock a sharp tug.
Mulder couldn't hold back the groan and didn't even
try. "Yeah...fun...but I'm still not convinced you
don't feel more for me."
His face blank, Krycek gave another shrug. "Hey, if
thinking I've got a secret crush on you gets you
through this, who am I to contradict you?"
"Well," he said softly, "stranger things have
happened, you know."
Krycek snorted and shook his head. "Believe me,
Mulder, I'm not one of your X-Files."
Mulder smiled stiffly. "And there's no point in
pushing the issue, right? I guess if you didn't buy
my chat, you're not going to believe anything I'd
have to say now."
"Bright boy." Krycek smiled approvingly. "Guess
you did earn that degree, after all."
Looking away, Mulder bit his lip to prevent himself
from saying something he'd regret. He was already a
little disturbed that he was even letting anything
Krycek had to say get to him.
"Awww... I haven't hurt your feelings, have I?"
Krycek asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Wouldn't that imply you thought I actually had
some?"
"Yes, of course it does. You're generally a pretty
sensitive guy, aren't you, Mulder?"
Mulder looked at him. "Yeah, and I'm generally
sensible, too, but when it comes to you..." He
stopped before he could say anything else without
thinking.
"When it comes to me?"
"Never mind. I'm sure it was part of your plan from
the beginning," he muttered, wishing he'd just shut
up.
"What are you trying to say, Mulder?" Krycek
paused. "Do you have... tender feelings towards
me? Have I swayed with my irresistible charm?"
Mulder just looked at him, for a moment unable to
say anything in the face of his ridicule. Finally, "I
wouldn't call them tender, exactly." He'd meant it to
sound more sarcastic than it did.
"What would you call them, then?" Alex trailed a
hand up Mulder's leg, stroking almost absently.
His voice caught in his throat, and all he could seem
to focus on was Krycek's touch. "Un—" He cleared
his throat. "Unexpected."
"In what way?"
Mulder sighed, frustrated that he was close to giving
Krycek any kind of advantage. "Is there a point to
this?"
"I don't know. You seem to be the one who wants to
talk." Krycek sat up to give himself more reach and
began ghosting feather-touches along Mulder's balls.
"Why do you want to talk Mulder? What do you
want to say to me?"
"What do you want me to say?" he asked, his voice
shaking.
"Let's try the truth. You're so fond of it, after all."
As Krycek continued touching him, Mulder was
ready to say anything if only to get what he so
desperately wanted. "I...want you..."
"That I know." He grinned. "It's a little obvious
right now."
He closed his eyes and whispered, "But it's not just
now..."
"You know, Mulder, maybe you should just get out
more. I mean, I'm the first person you've had sex
with in how long?" Krycek cocked an eyebrow and
threw him a look of mock-concern. "I'm sure if you
fucked someone else, you'd fixate on them instead."
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
"So, do it. Maybe you should finally fuck Scully."
"I did. Not Scully, of course, but...someone."
"Ahh. So we're talking about a failed experiment."
Krycek nodded and gave him a lecherous grin,
moving his hand back down, absently petting
Mulder's thigh. "Tell me all about it."
Mulder shifted, growing more uncomfortable with
the lengthy tease. "Wasn't anyone I know...I just..."
He looked at Krycek, his eyes pleading. "Take it
off..."
"Nope." Alex grinned and removed his hand. He
would at least stop torturing the bastard with
caresses for now. "So, maybe you should try
someone you know? Or try to have a relationship
with someone you meet up with."
"I don't want someone else." The words were out
before he could stop them.
"Oh, Jesus, Mulder, don't tell me you've decided you
want me." Krycek shook his head. "That's
insane. It wouldn't have a hope in hell."
"I know. Why do you think I'm beginning to
question my sanity?" He smirked, feeling a little
more self-assured.
"Well, I've already suggested you seek help." Krycek
smiled. "So, any more feelings you need to confess,
or can we get on with this?"
"Yeah...."
"What are you saying 'yeah' to, Mulder? Talking or
fucking?"
"What do you think I'm agreeing to?" Mulder's need
colored his words, and there was an edge of
frustration to his voice. "I want to fuck you."
"You know, I've got you tied to a bed, and you're still
assuming that you're going to fuck me. Why is
that?" Krycek raised an eyebrow at Mulder, shooting
him a stern glance. "I have to say it kind of disturbs
me, and I'm thinking we should probably talk some
more. Let's start with these assumptions you keep
making about me."
Mulder rolled his eyes. "Fine. You want to fuck
me. Whatever it is, can we just get on with it?" The
last thing he wanted to do was talk. There was too
much of a chance he'd say something without
thinking.
"And now you're being demanding. You're really
not following the proper etiquette for a kidnapping
victim, you know." Krycek leaned forward and
slapped Mulder's face lightly, more of a tease than
an actual blow. "I'm the evil kidnapper, and I've
decided that I do want to talk."
Reaching for one of the pillows, he shoved it behind
him and settled comfortably against the baseboard.
He looked up and smiled at Mulder's sullen stare.
"Um...Mulder? You're not talking..."
Unable to stop the blush that colored his face,
Mulder coughed quietly, trying to think of
something to say and growing more uncomfortable
with the way this was going. "How about those
Knicks?"
"Well, don't think they'll win the division title after
that upset last weekend, but I can't say I really care."
Krycek reached out an patted Mulder's leg. "So,
you don't think you want anyone else?"
"Why do you care? You already know I'm pathetic,
so why would anything I have to say matter to you?"
"Again—you're the helpless victim, I'm the evil
villain. You don't need to question my motives, just
do as I say." Krycek shifted, settling further into the
pillow. "Now, I'm comfortable and I want to talk.
Don't make me get up for the knife."
Mulder narrowed his eyes. He didn't like being at a
disadvantage like this, especially if Krycek was the
one in control. But still...he would be free to say
anything and always blame it on circumstance later.
"Fine. You're the only one I want." He paused.
"And I'm really hoping you'll tell me how much
you love me and that, despite our past, you and I can
buy a nice little house together in the country and
live out our days in domestic bliss." His voice
dripped with sarcasm and he felt better, if only
temporarily.
Suppressing a sigh, Krycek gave Mulder a cold look,
reminding himself why he was doing this. Still, the
sarcasm hurt. But he'd be damned if he let Mulder
know that. "Hmmm. Do we get to have a pet? Who
does the housework?" Pausing, he grinned. "And
who's last name are we going to use?"
The joking caught Mulder by surprise. He'd
expected Krycek to get angry and defensive, but that
would have meant he did give a damn. Maybe he
really didn't. Mulder cursed himself for allowing the
idea that maybe Krycek did feel something to seep
into his brain. He was convinced that was the most
rational explanation for any softening he may have
been feeling toward the other man. After all, how
long had it been since he thought anyone had felt
that way about him? It was only natural to let it get
to him...wasn't it?
He shook his head, trying to clear it of the
increasingly disturbing thoughts. "I guess we should
get a rat, in your honor. And I'm a liberated man.
We can both share the chores and keep our own
names."
"Sounds fair enough, though I'd really prefer a dog."
He sat up and moved up the bed, blanketing
Mulder's body. Smiling as Mulder opened his eyes
wide and licked his lips in anticipation, Krycek
kissed him slowly, deliberately. He couldn't suppress
a moan as Mulder returned the kiss feverishly,
arching upward and grinding his cock against him.
Smiling wickedly, Krycek lifted himself up and
resumed his spot at the end of the bed. "So, now that
we've gotten our plans for future marital bliss out of
the way, why don't you answer my question
honestly?"
Mulder groaned angrily, Krycek's kiss a mere taste
of what he wanted to happen. "You already know I
want you...just you," he said reluctantly. "Isn't that
honest enough?"
Krycek froze. Mulder seemed to be a picture of
miserable sincerity. In fact, it was his obvious
discomfort that made Krycek think that he might be
sincere. Fuck, I am not falling for his bullshit
again. As Alex remained silent, staring at him,
Mulder looked increasingly uncomfortable,
vulnerable. Shaking himself, Krycek told himself he
had to stop this, end the conversation and get back to
his plan. Instead, he caught himself sighing. "Yeah,
it is. Maybe too much."
That got Mulder's attention and he perked up a little.
"Too much? What do you mean, too much?"
"Too much truth? Too much bullshit? Who can tell
anymore?" Krycek's hand trailed up Mulder's leg.
"Talking doesn't work for us, you know."
Mulder's eyes closed and he concentrated on
Krycek's touch. "So, what does work for us?" he
finally muttered.
Krycek smiled to himself and knelt to move between
Mulder's legs. "This," he whispered and then began
licking a careful path up Mulder's thigh.
Mulder shuddered and allowed himself to get lost in
the sensation of Krycek's mouth on his skin. This
was easier for him to deal with than having to talk,
and he could worry about what he said later.
The scent and taste of Mulder inspired an abrupt
madness, and Krycek wanted him, needed him right
then. His mouth now nuzzling and sucking Mulder's
balls, Krycek reached blindly for the lubricant he'd
stashed in the bedside table. After struggling to
open it, he sat up and squeezed some onto Mulder's
cock.
He smiled as Mulder flinched at the cold shock of
the lube, and began slowly rubbing it in, warming it
up. "I imagine you really want to come," he stated
matter-of-factly.
Mulder managed a slight nod, gasping as Krycek
continued stroking him. Every nerve in his body
was screaming for relief, and he felt like he would
explode if Alex didn't let him come. "Please," he
said softly, "I'll do whatever you want...just...please."
He swallowed slowly. "Or...or just let me loose
and...I'll let you do anything, but I need to touch
you."
Krycek chuckled, and gave Mulder's cock one last
stroke. Shaking his head with mock regret, he
smiled. "Sorry, no can do." Picking up the lube
again, he squirted a generous amount onto Mulder's
stomach, then coated his fingers with it and reached
behind, working two fingers into himself, stretching
and preparing himself. Brushing deliberately
against his prostate, he moaned and bucked against
his fingers. "But I think you're going to like this."
"Okay," Mulder whispered, resigned. He watched,
riveted, as Krycek got himself ready, anticipating
being buried in the soft heat of his body. Impossibly,
he became more aroused at the thought and suddenly
wanted nothing more than to take Alex in his arms
and hold him, make love to him. "Fuck." He hadn't
meant to voice his distress at the intrusive thoughts,
but he was concerned about the unfamiliar emotion
he was feeling.
Pulling his fingers from his body, Krycek raised his
eyebrows. "Something wrong, Mulder?"
"Yeah, everything," he said under his breath before
shaking his head. "Just do it." He felt anger
beginning to gnaw at his gut and tried to tell himself
it was because Krycek was being such a merciless
tease, but he knew the real reason.
"Oooh. Commercial slogans are always a turn-on
for me," Krycek laughed. He moved to straddle
Mulder's hips and steadying Mulder's cock with his
hand, slowly sank down until the full length was
inside him.
Mulder bit his lip to stop from crying out as his cock
slid inside Alex. It was almost painful, and he didn't
know what he would do if Krycek didn't remove the
ring. He had to.
"God, you feel so good," Krycek moaned and began
moving up and down slowly, relishing the sensation
of Mulder inside of him. "You're so hard... so damn
hard, aren't you?"
Mulder nodded frantically, unable to say anything as
Krycek began moving. He bucked his hips, the
pleasure like some divine torture as his body was
denied what it was so desperately craving. Still, he
pushed forcefully into Krycek, wanting to share as
much pain as he was feeling.
Mulder's movements changed the angle of his
penetration, and Krycek began moaning almost
continuously as Mulder's cock hit him there, over
and over. He met the violence of Mulder's thrusts,
screwing himself down on the backstrokes with all
his strength. Already hard again, he was shocked to
realize he was getting close. Grabbing his
cock, he gave it a few hard strokes but stopped
himself before it became too much. With a regretful
groan, he pulled himself off of Mulder and collapsed
at his side, breathing hard.
Panting, and still reeling from his own unmet desire,
Mulder watched Krycek as he lay next to him.
"Alex....come on....take it off."
Krycek shook his head, but fingered the ring for a
moment before giving Mulder's cock a few light
strokes. Mulder winced, and Krycek felt a strange
softening, finding himself tempted to relent.
Steeling himself, he sat up, reaching again for the
lube, squeezing more onto Mulder's stomach. "No."
His fingers coated, he placed them against Mulder's
opening teasing it with a few circling caresses before
pushing inside. "I'm going to fuck you instead."
"Oh god..." Mulder groaned as Krycek's finger
entered him. He wasn't sure how much more of this
he could take, but he would go through anything to
continue receiving Alex's attention. He started
grumbling half-hearted threats about what he was
going to do as soon as he was let go, then gasped as
Krycek slid another finger into him, stretching him
and making him ready.
"You're really in no position to make threats, you
know," Krycek said conversationally as he kneeled
between Mulder's legs, pulling him forward until
Mulder's ass rested on his thighs. The movement
strained the length of the restraints, and Mulder's
arms were pulled taut. Positioning himself, Krycek
thrust in, panting as the tight heat of Mulder
surrounded him. "God, you're so fucking... tight..."
The handcuffs bit into Mulder's wrists, but he
ignored the pain, concentrating on how it felt to have
Krycek inside him, filling him. He tried to force
himself down, but there was no leverage. Already
his arms were starting to feel the strain, but he didn't
care. All he wanted was for Alex to fuck him hard.
Recognizing how close he was, Krycek decided to go
for broke. He tightened his hold on Mulder's hips,
and began slamming in as hard as he could. Krycek
worried for a moment that maybe this was too much,
that he was hurting Mulder, but Mulder's frantic
attempts to participate, to return Krycek's thrusts
despite his bonds, reassured him. He threw his head
back and forgot about everything, everything except
the tight, fever-hot feel of being inside Mulder.
Mulder closed his eyes and lost himself in the
rhythm of Krycek's thrusts, the sweet, searing pain
of it all. His engorged cock threatened to burst if he
wasn't allowed to come soon. Being forced to dangle
on the edge of climax was driving him out of his
mind, until he no longer had any control over what
he did or what he said. All he could do was grunt
with each push, tugging on the cuffs despite the fact
that he could feel the skin of his wrists becoming
raw and bruised from his exertions.
"Alex..." It was a low, breathless growl. "Oh
god...come...want you to come..."
Closing his eyes, Krycek tried to block out the sight
of Mulder stretched beneath him, ignore Mulder's
command. He just wanted this insane heat, the
almost unbearable pleasure of it to last a little longer,
couldn't accept that it was almost over. Mulder's
pleas disintegrated into sharp cries and guttural
moans, and the sound was too much. Opening his
eyes, he stared down at Mulder, flushed, sweating,
straining as hard as he could against Krycek.
Suddenly dizzy, he fell over the edge, and in a few
tight strokes, was pouring himself into Mulder,
shaking uncontrollably as Mulder's body sucked him
dry.
It was too much and Mulder let loose a sharp cry,
due in part to feeling Krycek coming deep inside of
him, and in part to his own savage frustration. He
knew this would have to end soon, but he didn't want
it to all be over. Once Alex let him go, finally let
him come, Mulder had no doubt that he'd be tossed
out without so much as a second glance. He didn't
want that to happen, not after all of this.
Collapsing against Mulder's body, Krycek
immediately felt the hard cock beneath him, begging
for attention. He lifted his head up and gave Mulder
a long stare. Mulder's face was contorted with
frustration, tension and desire etched across his face
in sharp lines. For a fleeting moment, Krycek felt a
wave of tenderness assault him again. He considered
relenting, hardly able to remember why he shouldn't.
But that wasn't his plan, and if nothing else he
excelled in following through with his plans. He'd
let himself worry and figure out the emotions later.
With a bitter pang of regret, he forced himself to
stand, and reached automatically for his pants,
beginning to pull on his clothes.
Struggling to sit up as best he could, Mulder stared
at him, his eyes wide. "What the fuck are you
doing?" He couldn't keep the panic out of his voice.
"You're not leaving me like this, are you?"
Ignoring Mulder's words, Krycek moved like an
automaton, pulling on the rest of his clothes and
gathering his few things, shoving them in a bag.
Looking over the room one last time, he turned and
faced Mulder, pulling a small key from his pocket.
Leaning over him, he held himself as far away from
Mulder as he could, afraid that if there was any
contact he'd crack. He avoided Mulder's eyes and
unlocked one of his hands. Stepping back quickly to
avoid any blows, he placed the key on the table
beside the bed, within easy reach.
Mulder stayed still as Krycek unlocked his wrist,
feeling a wave of gratitude, and something not as
easily identified, wash over him. He was about to
reach out to touch Alex's face, but before he could,
Alex had stepped back. Mulder didn't bother to hide
his shock as he stared at him. He glanced at the key,
then back at Alex. "I don't understand," he said
softly.
"There's the key. You can get yourself free, jerk off,
go home, whatever you want." Krycek shrugged. "I
don't really care."
He walked quickly to the door, ignoring his regret,
his desire to turn around and take Mulder in his
arms. But he'd already learned that lesson, knew he
couldn't trust Mulder. Couldn't take the risk. His
hand on the doorknob, Krycek turned and gave
Mulder a quick smile. "And by the way, thanks.
You're one hell of a fuck, Mulder."
There was nothing Mulder could say, so he simply
lay there and watched as Krycek walked out. He
couldn't understand why he wasn't rushing to get
himself free so he could take off after him, or even
why he wasn't shouting for him to get the fuck back
in here. In fact, he was stunned that he didn't feel
angry at all. As he slowly reached for the key, he
wouldn't let himself acknowledge that he was hurt.
There was no way he'd ever let Krycek hurt him, but
the ragged ache in his gut was matched only by the
painful need of his cock. His hands finally freed, he
fumbled with the cock ring and got it off quickly. A
few short strokes and he was coming, but there was
no joy, no real pleasure in it. He had never felt more
detached from himself as he did at that moment, for
though his body was reacting physically, it was
purely an automatic response.
After a few moments, he sat up and freed his legs.
As he stood unsteadily, he still felt numb inside, but
knew he had to make himself focus on getting out of
here. He used the tattered remains of his shirt to
clean himself up, then panicked when he realized the
clothes he'd been wearing were history. How the
hell was he supposed to get home now? He quickly
searched through the small dresser in the corner, but
there was nothing inside. A quick look through the
rest of the house didn't turn up anything. Every
other room was empty except for a rotary phone on
the floor in the living room. Mulder had checked to
see if it was working and got a dial tone. He
replaced the handset and shook his head, wondering
how long Krycek had been planning this.
He returned to the bedroom and sat down, defeated,
on the bed. After deciding he would not walk back
home wearing a sheet, he ran through the different
ways he could explain this to Scully when she came
over with some clothes. He took a deep breath and
was about to go call her when something told him to
check one more place. Kneeling down, he did
everything but cross his fingers before peering under
the bed. There was a box. Mulder pulled it out and
saw a sweatsuit and a note. He put aside the piece
of paper, telling himself he wouldn't read it, and got
dressed. But he had to know what it said.
You didn't think I'd make you strut around the
neighborhood naked, did you? Just get dressed and
get out.
Mulder swallowed hard and crumpled up the note
before tossing it across the room. He had to get out
of there or he knew he would start feeling a lot more
than he already was. He couldn't let that happen.
Krycek stood frozen in the garage, wondering why
the hell he felt so hollow. The enervated high he
normally felt after a well-executed plan of revenge
was conspicuously absent. He just felt... something
like regret.
With a mental shrug, he got in the car and slowly
backed out of the garage, not letting himself look
back at the house as he drove off.
Hit and Run V
by Lucy Snowe and Frankie
<FMldr> Well, look who the cat dragged in.
