Part I
He moved further into the room, staring at the figure. The man sighed
slightly in his sleep, turned restlessly. Light caught the familiar
contours of his face. Alex Krycek! Sleeping in his bed! Obviously naked,
and disturbingly beautiful.
"You son of a bitch Krycek!" He yelled the words, lunged forward,
wanting to drive his fist into the firm stomach of the man who had
betrayed him so often, who had kissed him so disturbingly in his office,
three months ago. Mulder felt outraged that Krycek was here, taking such
liberties, as if he owned the place.
Then he was astride the body, about to beat the pulp out of his nemesis.
Green eyes snapped open, and a pair of hands were flung upwards, pushing
against his chest, warding him off as he tried to grab at Krycek. He
tried to bring his hands up to seize Krycek's throat, and with lightning
speed, the younger man's hands grasped his wrists, holding him at bay.
At first, the wrongness didn't intrude on Mulder's consciousness, he was
too busy trying to kill his former partner. Then a nagging thought burst
into the front of his conscious mind. Krycek's two hands holding him
off!
"What?" Pulling the left hand upwards, staring at it in disbelief.
"Alex?"
The cold muzzle of a gun pressed against Mulder's temple.
"Hands behind your back, Mulder", a voice growled. Then handcuffs were
pinning his wrists together. A dark leather clad figure slid into his
vision from the left.
"You like my little surprise, Mulder? Maybe I should have had him gift
wrapped!"
Mulder gaped, open-mouthed, his head swinging back and forth between
Alex Krycek and his dark clad double.
Two of them? Or am I just seeing double from the last time Alex beat
me up
"You got a twin, Krycek?" Somehow the wisecrack slipped out. The real
Krycek, one armed and mean as ever, leaned forward with a grin. "Meet my
clone, Mulder!"
If anyone had told Mulder that by the evening, he would be sitting
handcuffed on top of a naked Alex
Krycek, real or otherwise, he would have called them insane.
The clone grinned at Mulder, and began to slide his fingers up the
thighs that were pressing against his body. Mulder hissed, began to move
away, then froze as once again, the gun pressed against his head. The
slow glide of those fingers upwards, lightly brushing against Mulder's
crotch, then beginning firmer strokes as they found what they sought.
The agent heard himself gasp, before he could stop it. Alex laughed in
deep amusement. Clever fingers working at Mulder's zipper, pulling it
down, reaching inside to grasp his rapidly hardening cock.
"Damn it, Alex! Let me up." Another laugh, this time more throaty and
sensual.
"He's none too bright yet, but he has some very well developed
instincts, Mulder."
What those hands were doing to Mulder was indescribably good. Despite
the discomfort of the handcuffs, or possibly because of them, he was
becoming very aroused. The clone grinned at him, rubbing and milking his
already incredibly hard cock.
Mulder felt as though he were in a dream, his mind breaking up into
mirror shards, the only reality was the feel of those hands touching
him.
The clone abruptly twisted, heaved with surprising strength, and Mulder
yelped as he was easily flipped onto his back, the clone sliding on top
of him. Then that beautiful mouth slipped over the head of his cock and
he forgot to think at all. His body arched up against that incredible
sensation. He was swallowed whole, teased, licked and set on fire. He
couldn't move, his arms pinned behind him, as the clone tormented him,
slowly, with laughter in his eyes. He screamed as finally the
stimulation became too much. Exploding upwards, coming and coming,
losing himself in the fire of orgasm. The clone gave his softening cock
a final, affectionate suck, and slithered off Mulder's body, a satisfied
smile on his face.
Krycek was watching him, an unfathomable look on his face, but something
about his posture made Mulder realise that those green eyes were very
aroused by what they had seen. The assassin jerked a finger at the
clone, who began to pull on dark clothes similar to his prototype. The
two of them standing side by side sent a shiver down Mulder's spine. So
alike, yet there was an innocence in one pair of eyes that the other had
not seen, for what seemed like a thousand years.
Mulder couldn't think of what to say, a new experience for him. That he
had been both aroused and satisfied by a man, to all extents and
purposes, Alex Krycek, and that the original Krycek had watched. He
shook his head, dazedly.
"Time to go, Foxy." His nemesis grabbed Mulder by the arm, pulling him
upwards. Then a sly smile crossed his face.
"You're a little exposed for public viewing, Mulder." Another grin. Then
Krycek's fingers were gently lifting his limp cock, sliding it inside
his pants and tugging up the zipper. Mulder couldn't stop the vivid
blush that reddened his cheeks. Then the gun was back in black gloved
hands, and as the clone tugged him to his feet, Alex motioned towards
the door. The clone led Mulder down to a dark Nissan car that was parked
down the street, as Alex followed, gun carefully concealed against
Mulder's back. Then Mulder was unceremoniously bundled into the back
seat, the clone pushing him down to obscure his identity and to hide
their destination from him.
After about four hours of driving, they pulled into a small motel
complex with very private guest cabins, and Krycek held a gun to his
head, in the car, while the clone got a key from the reception desk.
Krycek smiled cynically at Mulder.
"What do you think of him, Mulder? He should train up well."
"He seems to have the instincts, you were right. He knows how to suck up
to people, like you always did."
Krycek's eyes narrowed. "I call him Alexei, Mulder. And if you try
messing with his head, I'll kill you!"
Alex motioned Mulder out of the car, and quickly bundled the agent into
the cabin, which had an open plan living room/bedroom. He tossed his
handcuff key to the clone.
"Unlock his hands", he ordered. Dark green eyes stared at him for a
moment, then the clone complied.
"Take your jacket off Mulder, and your shirt."
"What?" Mulder shook his head. The gun in Alex's hand was suddenly aimed
steadily at his head. He sighed, and slipped off his clothes.
"On the bed, Mulder."
"You've got to be kidding! After last time!"
"It's a life or death decision, Mulder. What's it going to be?"
With a sigh, Mulder lay on the bed, and the clone, grinning
disconcertingly, clipped the cuffs round his wrists, fastening them to
the bedhead. Alex smiled grimly.
"Alexei, if he makes trouble, hit him a few times to keep him quiet."
Green eyes silently watched their original owner. Alex headed out of the
door.
Mulder pulled uselessly at the cuffs. The cabin must be somewhere up in
the mountains, because the air in the mountains was quite chill. He
shivered at the feel of it on his bare skin. Then the clone came towards
him, a hand gently rested, warmly, against his chest.
"Get off me Alex!", he shouted. Green eyes blinked, and a hurt look
passed over the young face.
"My name is Alexei", he whispered. Mulder felt a jolt of surprise.
Somehow he had thought the clone was too stupid to think for himself.
"I'm sorry, Alexei. I just don't like being touched like that." He tried
to keep his voice soothing and calm. A puzzled look in the emerald eyes.
"But you did like it when I touched you before!" The hand began to slide
downwards
"No, Alexei! Please!" It was too late. Dark lips began to trail their
way down his body, hands following to fumble at his belt.
"Ahhh... No. Don't." His body was already reacting to the memory of
what those lips had done before. What they intended to do now. In a
lithe movement, Mulder's trousers and boxers were tugged eagerly off his
body, then the clone smiled, like someone with a new toy. He reached
over and fumbled in Alex's bag, producing a tube of lubricant. Mulder's
eyes went very wide.
"No!"
The clone looked in bewilderment at him, at his rapidly shrinking cock,
then tears began to spill down his face. "Don't you like me? You look so
good. I wanted to please you."
Mulder felt a pang of guilt at the miserable look on the young man's
face. Alexei meant no harm, but long ago memories made his desire
intimidating to Mulder.
"I'm sorry, Alexei. I do like you. But I just don't want you to fuck
me."
Green eyes lit up unnervingly. "I can do something else that you'd
like!" And before he could protest, those talented lips were around his
cock again, and his ability to think rapidly diminished. Then Alexei
began to smooth something cool and slippery on his erection.
"Huh?" Mulder tried to focus his treacherous mind. Then the clone was on
top of him. There was a moment of stunned realisation, then his cock was
being worked into hot tightness, as Alexei lowered himself onto his
lover's erect cock, working it into him, inch by exquisite inch. The
sensation was incredible. Mulder felt as though he were being clenched
by a hot, tight fist. Then his athletic lover began to move, rocking at
first, then rising and sinking, increasing the incredible friction.
Mulder's hips wouldn't keep still, arching off the bed, trying to match
his lover, thrusting himself with all his strength into Alexei's body.
All too soon, Alexei screamed, his body spasming, squeezing out Mulder's
own orgasm. As they came together, Mulder couldn't stop his own cry of
ecstasy.
The younger man's body slid gracefully down on top of him, head on his
chest, and snuggled blissfully into Mulder. Within a few minutes, the
change in his breathing told Mulder he was asleep. God help him, he
liked the feel of the warm body close to his, under the sheets. The
sweet face snuggled trustingly against him. So disconcerting to look
into that familiar face as a lover. Then he too drifted off into
dreamless sleep.
Alex returned late that night. Blinking in surprise, he surveyed the
darkened room. He heard the sound of someone sleeping from the area of
the bed.
Shit Alexei, don't you know never to leave Mulder unguarded.
As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, his expression changed. Fox Mulder
asleep, his face curiously open, body tangled up with Alexei. Even as he
watched, Alexei moved in his sleep, burrowing into Mulder's shoulder,
Mulder's head moving drowsily, kissing the younger man's forehead. Alex
felt a sudden irrational jealousy.
"Damn you Mulder. Did you know how much that would hurt me?" The thought
of Mulder with a body like Alex Krycek in his arms, but a whole body. He
must consider it preferable to that of a cripple.
Mulder stirred in his sleep. He was beginning to feel uncomfortable as
his arms were tugged awkwardly by the cuffs. He turned his body into
Alexei's lying half on his side, trying to get comfortable. And a soft
sigh caught his attention. Krycek was sitting in the almost darkness, in
a large armchair, his head thrown back, and even as Mulder watched, the
younger man's hand came up and swiped angrily at his cheek; his
shoulders were shaking slightly, and Mulder realised with astonishment
that Alex was crying.
"Alex?" His voice softer than normal. A dark head lifted.
"Mulder." Alex's voice was hoarse. "I should have known you'd find a way
to turn this situation round to your advantage. You bastard!" There was
a world of sadness in his voice.
"Alex. He doesn't exactly take no for an answer." Mulder felt oddly
defensive.
"Yeah well, I suppose there is that to consider." Alex sounded
resigned. A lithe body uncoiled from the chair, moved towards him.
"Alex, can you do something about these handcuffs? It's pretty
uncomfortable." Mulder tried to reason with his captor.
Krycek sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and unlocked the cuff
from Mulder's left hand, releasing him from the bed. Then he slid his
clothed body into the bed behind Mulder, slid his right arm over the top
of the agent's body, then cuffed his own wrist to Mulder's right hand.
The sensation of Alex Krycek's hard body against his was, to say the
least, disturbing for Mulder. As was the warm pressure of an arm over
his side.
"Don't think I trust you, Mulder." The words breathed softly in his ear.
Then Alex nestled into the curve of his body, pulling him closer. The
worst thing was that Alex felt comfortable. Not sweet and vulnerable
like his clone, but warm, strong and oddly reassuring. That was the last
thought of Mulder's mind as he slid into much needed sleep.
Waking was one of the weirdest things he had done in a long time. On the
pillow, a few inches away from his head, the young clone Alexei slept,
his face peaceful, smiling. But Mulder's arms, legs and body were
tangled up with and wrapped around a hard muscled, dark clad body.
Somehow, during the night, their positions had changed. He was the one
hugging, enfolding and half on top of Alex Krycek.
Damn Freud and Jung and all their theories about the unconscious mind
reaching out for what it wanted
Irresistibly, he buried his face in the back of Alex's neck, breathing
in the leather scent of him. Damn it all. That small act was making him
aroused. Mulder tried to move away, but the clone snuggled into the
small of his back, so that there was no moving away from the source of
his discomfort/desire.
"Hmmm?" Alex began to wake, unconsciously rubbing himself against
Mulder's erection, which suddenly had a life of its own, pressing rock
hard into the small of the younger man's back.
Green eyes opened suddenly in stunned wakefulness, feeling Mulder so
close to him and in such an obvious state of tumescence. Lifting
startled green eyes to his. Mulder blushed.
"Shit Alex! I'm sorry. I guess I was dreaming." Trying to cover himself
hurriedly.
Alex's next act stunned him. He grasped Mulder's hand that was cuffed to
his, and pulled it down into his own groin. Then Mulder realised that
Alex was just as aroused by the contact of their two bodies as he was.
"What now?" He whispered in Alex's ear.
"I just know I'm going to regret this", Alex whispered, and loosened the
cuffs binding them together. He clipped the cuff to the bed again.
Mulder suddenly realised that, for a moment, he could have escaped. But
the ache in his groin was so damn distracting.
"We're alike in more than just our faces, Mulder." Grinning, Alex
slowly slipped off his top, exposing his smooth chest, jeans quickly
followed. Mulder felt as if he was in a delightful dream. Alex slowly
reached out his one hand, and began to rub it against Mulder's chest. He
trailed his fingers slowly downwards as Mulder watched him through half
closed eyes. He wanted this. Had wanted it for so long. The way his body
had betrayed him yesterday, and this morning, longing for that touch.
Even when they had been partners, before Alex's betrayal, a flash of
emerald eyes could make his heart beat faster. And the anger and longing
afterwards, making him hit out at the source of his pain.
Mulder could drown, looking into those sea green eyes.
Alex lowered his lips, and began to kiss along the line of Mulder's
stomach muscles, making tiny circles with his tongue, as he worked
lower. He lifted his head for a moment, and grinned at Mulder, who was
moaning softly. Then the younger man's lips closed over the tip of
Mulder's weeping cock, and he began to tease the agent with tongue and
teeth.
Mulder made a sound of wordless entreaty in his throat, but Alex pulled
away from him, before the agent could catch hold of his hair, to draw
him closer.
Alex was exhilarated. Mulder's face was for once, open and vulnerable.
The longing and delight in his eyes was everything Alex could have hoped
for. He didn't feel jealous of the clone any more. He had his own heaven
to reach for.
He fumbled on the table, for the lubricant his other self had left on
the bedside table, and in slow, sensuous caresses, began to anoint
Mulder's cock.
"Alex!" Mulder pleaded with him. "Please." In pure delight, Alex leaned
forward, and pressed himself against Mulder, along the full length of
his body. He plundered Mulder's delectable mouth in a fierce kiss.
Mulder's free arm came up around him, pulling him close. Alex turned in
Mulder's embrace, and rubbed himself back against the object of his
desire.
When Alex started to move against him, Mulder could stand it no longer,
and pushed Alex down on the bed, flinging himself on top of the younger
man, and plunging himself into Alex's willing body. Alex was as hot as
he was for this. The realisation stunned Mulder. Though from Alex's
reactions earlier, he should have suspected it. Then all thoughts fled
in the euphoria of possessing that beautiful body. He began to thrust
rapidly into his lover, relishing the delicious, moaning pleas, escaping
the younger man, in his passion. Alex began to move his body, pushing
upwards to meet the older man's downstrokes. Mulder's hands caught at
Alex's shoulders, as he finally came, crying out as his semen surged
into Alex. The force of his orgasm was all that Alex needed to send him
over the edge. His body bucked beneath Mulder, then he heaved a long,
slow sigh, and lay relaxed, utterly sated.
The two of them lay, still locked together, feeling their bodies slowly
steadying heartbeats. Not wanting to move away from that seductive peace
their passion had brought.
"This is crazy!" Mulder whispered into the side of Alex's neck.
"Yeah! But it feels so good!" Alex murmured.
"Can I play, too?" A young and lonely voice sighed in both their ears. A
hand slid slowly over Mulder's back, then down between his buttocks.
With a yelp, Mulder pulled away from Alex, and turned to shove the clone
away from him. With his arm trapped awkwardly, he found it difficult to
get leverage, as he pushed the clone. He heaved with all his strength,
and knocked Alex out of bed. The assassin landed with a yelp, on his
butt.
Two sets of green eyes stared at him, accusingly.
"You can do without your fucking breakfast!" Alex snarled, and stormed
off, into the bathroom. The clone pouted, then followed him. He turned
back briefly towards Mulder and winked.
"You like him a lot!" Young eyes laughed at their worldly wise
counterparts.
"Mind your own fucking business, Alexei!" Alex was annoyed that his
morning had been messed up.
"He's cute! I like him too!" It took a lot to disturb Alexei's
composure.
"What the hell do you know?" Alex's voice was rough, pain filled.
Gentle fingers brushed against his empty sleeve, a chin rested for a
moment on his shoulder, and the clone hugged him. Alex leaned back
against his double for a few moments. He had been surprised at the depth
of his emotions, where Mulder was concerned. And for that matter, at his
enjoyment of Alexei's sweet affection.
"I'm glad I got you out of that hellhole, Alexei." He let tenderness
tinge his voice. "I like having you with me! But please don't jump on
Mulder again. He's a little sensitive about some things."
The clone grinned disconcertingly. "I'll follow where you lead Alex!"
The sound of laughter in the other room did nothing to pacify a rather
irritated Mulder.
Alex emerged from the bathroom half dressed, and quickly shrugged on
jeans and his leather jacket. His clone dressed identically. "Hey,
Alexei!" The original, annoying and frustrating Alex Krycek was back.
"Unlock those cuffs." The key was flung down on the bed. The clone freed
Mulder, who rubbed his wrists. The older man stared at the gun which had
materialised in Krycek's hand. "Get dressed, Mulder", he was ordered.
As he slowly pulled on his clothes, Mulder glanced at Alex. His voice
was harsh when he spoke. "Very romantic, Alex! What do you plan to do as
an encore?" Alexei followed instructions, and cuffed Mulder's hands
behind him again. The agent groaned softly at the renewed ache in his
shoulders, and the clone gently began to rub at the painful muscles, a
look of concern on his face.
"Get off me!" Mulder glared at the clone. To his shock, the innocent
eyes abruptly filled with tears, and a very young looking clone backed
away from Mulder.
"Go get the car ready, Alexei!" The clone left.
Alex snarled in rage and grabbed hold of Mulder, slamming him up against
the wall, pressing his body against Mulder. "You son of a bitch! Don't
take your frustration out on him. I didn't think you were the kind of
man who kicks anything defenceless!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset him." Mulder said sadly.
Alex sighed. "I know", he murmured.
Mulder pressed his forehead against the coolness of the wall. God, even
when he was angry, Alex felt so good. Mulder whimpered, and for a brief
instant, pushed his hips back against Alex, wringing a gasp of longing
from the younger man.
Alex pulled away from him abruptly. "Mulder, it would be so easy'."
"Yeah!" Alex heard the desire in the agent's voice. "Let me go Alex.
Please. Uncuff me."
Alex shook his head. He pulled Mulder round to face him, and leaned
forward to kiss the firm mouth. He got a bit more involved than he
intended. So did Mulder. Finally, they broke apart, breathing hard. Alex
sighed. "No! I'm sorry Mulder. But even after last night, I don't trust
you.! You don't know what's at stake here."
Mulder looked unhappily at him. "If you can't let me go, then at least
tell me about the clone then."
Alex remembered the occasion all to well. "O.K. Mulder, if you must
know, I'll tell you"
He had broken in to a top secret installation run by some of the
Cancerman's associates. He was always seeking useful information. After
all, what you know keeps you alive. He hadn't intended for the raid to
end in a fire fight, but the two scientists who ran the place had been
eager to keep their secrets. So they ended up dead in a pool of their
own blood. Searching the place afterwards, the last thing he expected
was to hear a whimpering noise coming from behind a locked door. One
furious kick had solved that problem.
Alex had walked into a small, closet like room, and found himself face
to face with a pair of green eyes, identical to his own. Their owner
could have been his twin, except for the battered face, filled with
innocent bewilderment, and the bruised, beaten body. He knew what he was
looking at immediately, this was a cloning laboratory. Then for the
first time, green eyes really looked at their dark original, and went
wide with astonishment. Tentatively, a trembling hand reached out to
touch Krycek's chest, and discovered him to be real. The clone gave a
radiant smile, bruised face lighting up in delight, and he flung his
arms around Alex, hugging him close. Then puppy dog eyes lifted again to
Alex's "Hi," the clone whispered, sounding very young, "I'm Alexei."
"That bastard must have set me up from the start, Mulder." Alex's voice
was harsh with remembered anger. "He was supposed to be left dead, in my
place so that they could make me disappear. Then I went rogue, so they
had no use for him. Except as some sort of slave to amuse them." A sigh.
"I couldn't leave him there Mulder."
Mulder was smiling at him. Biting back a curse of embarrassment, Alex
motioned Mulder to the door. As they got in the car again, Alex's
fingers lingered for a moment on Mulder's shoulder. "I really need your
help on this Mulder. You didn't see what else was in that lab. But I
want to show you. We're all in deep shit now!"
Feedback please!
Double Trouble
by Megaera
Mulder knew something was wrong as soon as he opened the door to his
apartment. There was a presence there, his instincts seemed to prickle
in response to a subliminal signal. As he cautiously moved forward into
the room, gun drawn, he heard a whisper of movement in his bedroom. In
the dim street light filtering in through the blinds, he saw a body
lying on his bed, tangled and defenceless in his sheets.
