Mulder finally came to a decision. There was only one way he could get an answer,
and that was by confronting Alex Krycek.
At this time of night, the streets were nearly empty, and it was easy to track
Alex's progress as he walked slowly through the city. If his head was clearer,
perhaps the Consortium operative would have thought of that, but all he could
think of was the feel of soft, warm skin beneath his lips. He didn't hear the
footsteps behind him, didn't hear the door catch as he entered his apartment
building. He didn't look up as someone joined him in the elevator; but trained
senses, however dulled by black despair, soon noticed the faint masculine scent
of his companion. Musky, with a hint of coffee, and tinged with something
indefinably...Mulder.
Mulder watched as his ex-partner slowly looked up. Saw calm acceptance along with
the pain in those amazing eyes. He had to strain to hear Krycek's voice, raw with
unshed tears. He sounded weary, as if life had suddenly become too much of an
effort. "Go ahead, Mulder. Kill me. I don't know why you didn't before, but
please, just shoot me."
He shut his eyes, and let the tension ease from his body, wanting it to end. He
opened his eyes again when he felt warm, sweet breath against his face. Mulder's
face was only inches away from his own. "Why do you want me to kill you, Alex?"
Krycek sighed, too tired to even think of an acceptable lie. "Because I'm tired
of being a pawn in their infernal game of chess. And I want you to pull that
trigger because it's exactly what I deserve." Mulder smiled, glad, in a strange
way that he had found someone who wished for death as much as he sometimes did.
The easy way out.
He ran his fingertips over the line of Krycek's jaw, deciding that it was one of
the few times when he could maybe afford to make his feelings clear. "I don't
want to kill you. I can think of a few things I'd like to do to you, but none
involve killing you." He smiled his most seductive smile. "Most involve some kind
of flat surface, and a few involve chocolate sauce with maybe a little whipped
cream."
He leant slowly forward and ran his tongue along the curve of Krycek's throat,
tasting salt sweat on the heat of the younger man's skin. Settling his teeth at
the base of Krycek's neck, Mulder bit gently at the soft skin, Alex's moan of
shocked pleasure sending warm currents of arousal flowing to his groin.
Before Mulder had the chance to work his way up to Krycek's mouth, the elevator
doors opened, revealing a small, wrinkled elderly lady, who recognized Krycek and
grinned wickedly. "Alexei Krycek, it's about time. I was wondering what you found
quite so appealing about your celibate lifestyle, but it would appear things are
looking up."
She stepped into the elevator and watched, slightly amused as Krycek shuffled
out, dragging Mulder behind him. She introduced herself to Mulder. "I'm Mrs.
Stavin. I live in the apartment next to Alexei." Another wicked grin. "But don't
worry, dear. I won't hear a thing. Deaf as a post, me." She pushed a button, and
the lift doors began to close. She waved cheerfully at the couple. "Goodnight
boys. Have fun."
After she had disappeared from view, Mulder found himself staring at his
ex-partner, who was studiously inspecting his feet. "Alex Krycek; assassin,
triple-agent and all round scumbag. What's she, your community outreach
programme?"
More to follow...maybe.
"Why do you have such a big problem with me being friendly with my neighbours?"
Mulder sighed in exasperation. "I'm sorry, but Alex, you're an assassin! I just
don't see you being neighbourly to an old age pensioner! I mean, for Christ's
sake, you're going to tell me that she has you over for Sunday lunch in a
minute!"
Krycek answered a little too quickly. "She does not."
Mulder started giggling uncontrollably until Krycek pushed him against the wall
and began kissing him with brutal intensity. He teased the older man's mouth open
and forced his tongue inside, not releasing him until they were both gasping for
air.
"Sorry. I couldn't think of another way to shut you up."
Mulder shook his head, breathing hard. "No, don't apologise, don't apologise.
That's quite alright." He gathered the lapels of Krycek's leather jacket and
lifted the man slightly, shaking him in time to his words. "Just get us inside
your apartment so I can fuck you 'til you scream." He placed him back on the
ground, waiting as Krycek stared at him, then began frantically searching for his
keys. He followed the triple-agent down the hall to apartment 66, where Krycek
dragged the keys from his pocket.
Mulder pressed his body against Krycek's, letting the younger man feel his
hardness between his ass cheeks. Krycek dropped the keys.
"Got a problem?"
Krycek picked the keys up and began unlocking the door, his hands shaking
slightly. "Nope. No problem." He pushed the door open,
dragged Mulder inside, and slammed it behind him. He switched the lights on and
dumped his jacket on a chair in the living room area. Grabbing Mulder by the tie,
he led him into the bedroom.
"Don't I get the tour?"
Krycek sat down on the ornate oak bed. "No. You get to undress, though."
Mulder shrugged. "Fair enough." He removed his clothing slowly, but without
ceremony. Coat, suit jacket, tasteless tie, shirt, undershirt, shoes,
pants...Krycek was laughing. Mulder hesitated.
"What is it?"
Krycek sniffed mirthfully. "No, you're doing fine. But, Mulder..." he pointed.
"Golden rule; take the socks off first, or your partner will always remember you
as a man who made him laugh." He collapsed into giggles as Muler tried to remove
his socks with dignity.
The briefs soon followed, and Krycek's appraising gaze fell upon a deliciously
naked Mulder. He licked his lips in anticipation. He toed off boots and socks,
then pulled his t-shirt off, dropping it to join Mulder's clothes on the floor.
"Fuck me."
Mulder smiled. "Beg."
Krycek's eyes widened, and then he grinned. "Make me."
"You asked for it." Mulder pushed Krycek back onto the bed, covering the
semi-naked form with his own. He kissed his way from the dark hairline to the
cheek and then slowly down the slim neck. He paused just above the collarbone and
sucked the pale flesh into his mouth, biting gently to mark the younger man.
Krycek began whimpering piteously, trying to push his denim-clad erection against
Mulder's own rigid organ. Mulder avoided him, and licked a warm trail down to
Krycek's left nipple, biting gently to watch it rise, pebble-hard against
sweating skin.
"Mulder, please..." Krycek began whining, writhing against the sheets in an agony
of need.
Mulder gazed at the twisting body beneath him and decided to be nice. He unzipped
Krycek's jeans, nodding a greeting to iron-hard cock that forced its way free of
the denim, then removed them totally, throwing them to the floor.
He covered two fingers with a mixture of his and Alex's pre-cum, and began to
tease at the other man's asshole, slipping one finger inside and twisting it
until the figure beneath him groaned and arched off the bed. Mulder took the head
of Alex's cock into his mouth, curling his tongue around it as he inserted a
second finger; almost too much for the triple-agent, who finally gave way to a
scream as Mulder's fingers found his prostate.
The older man smiled, letting Krycek's cock slide from his mouth. "Now, I'll fuck
you."
He removed his fingers and reached for the drawer of the bedside table, finding a
condom and tube of KY. He applied the condom quickly and covered it with lube,
keeping the touch as impersonal as possible, desperately trying not to hear
Krycek's breathy moans. He wanted this to last.
Krycek watched him through half-closed eyes, waiting impatiently for his lover's
touch. He spread his legs and drew them up, heart fluttering with anticipation as
Mulder settled himself between them.
Mulder's first thrust was teasing, a taster of what was to come. Each thrust was
deeper than the last, pleasure mounting steadily until he was buried completely
in the tight heat of his lover. Both men moaned, the heady feel of sex
surrounding them both.
Krycek reached for his aching cock, only to have his hand snatched away,
thoroughly kissed and moved aside. Mulder took over, and began thrusting into
Krycek, moving his hand over the weeping cock in perfect rhythm with the thrusts.
As the sensations flowed over them, he began moving faster, his body harsh and
demanding above Krycek's as he rammed home, striking his lover's prostate with
each stroke. Orgasm rose like a wave, breaking over them and drowning them in
dizzy satisfaction, screaming their pleasure into the darkness.
They fell stickily asleep, sable hair against golden-brown, quiet breath the only
sound disturbing the night.
Mulder woke early, showered and dressed. He left Krycek asleep, a message and an
invitation on the pillow they had shared.
He walked down the hallway to the lift, meeting Mrs. Stavin on the way. She shook
a wrinkled finger at him. "I expect I'll be seeing more of you. Nudge, nudge,
wink, wink!" She cackled her way happily down the corridor, leaving a bemused but
cheerful Mulder waiting for the lift.
END.
Things Are Looking Up
by Isayeva
As the door shut behind Krycek, Mulder's brow furrowed into an expression of
confusion. What the fuck was going on? He could explain the kiss as a symbolic
gesture, a Judas kiss, but he couldn't explain the pain in the younger man's eyes
when he had called him a liar and a murderer. Couldn't explain the softness of
Krycek's gaze as he called him 'friend'. Couldn't explain the theatrical gesture
with which Krycek had relinquished the gun, the way he had walked slowly to the
door, expecting a shot that never came. But most of all, he couldn't explain why
he hadn't shot the rat bastard.
