Mulder turned his mind back to the present. He knew Krycek was
up to something from his uncharacteristic quiet since they'd got on the
plane. Krycek's eyes had focused inward, as if what thoughts lived
inside his head had far more interest than any immediate threats to his
life in the outside world.
"Mulder?" a choked voice cried out. Krycek's voice, sounding very
sick. This might be it. Mulder opened the door and stepped
in, prepared for anything.
For anything except what actually happened, that is. Krycek closed
the door, grabbed him, and locked him into a deep kiss. Mulder struggled
only momentarily. He tasted something thick and very sweet, like
molasses, in his mouth, a flavor and feeling that bothered him at first
but became more and more pleasurable as the moments passed. As Mulder
melted, warm darkness flowed through his mind, and his memories flipped
and flew like cards in a master dealer's hands. The warmth flooded
his whole body and drove all dissenting thoughts away. Dimly he heard the sound of the
door's locking bolt being switched through into OCCUPIED.
The tiny cramped space forced the two of them into extremely close proximity
and Mulder against the wall. He felt Krycek pressing against every
part of his body. Krycek's hot mouth swallowed Mulder's moans as
he undid Mulder's belt and slid the pants and boxers down. One of
Krycek's hands stroked and pumped him as the other slid in back to Mulder's buttocks and searched
until the fingers found what they were looking for. Mulder didn't know
when Krycek could have lubricated them, but they seemed to be covered with
something warm and slippery as they entered him at precisely the right
angle. He wanted to scream from the pleasure of them pistoning in
and out of his body but couldn't somehow.
He knew he and Krycek were ricocheting across the tiny space, colliding
with the sink and then the wall in succession, but that felt good too right
now. He came in an explosive spasm. How could those hands
and lips know exactly how he needed to be touched?
Then Krycek spun Mulder to face the wall. Even through his own
heavy breathing Mulder could hear the rasp of a zipper and the sound of
denim and cotton being pulled aside. He felt the head of Krycek's
cock probing him gently, and if he'd been able to say a word, Mulder would
have begged for it. Then Krycek entered him with a strong thrust
with more following, banging Mulder into the wall. Mulder felt his
mind, body, and self being overwhelmed, plundered, possessed, and he surrendered
completely. When it nended with one last thrust and Krycek pulled out, Mulder almost wept
as he slid bonelessly to his knees on the floor.
Krycek dressed and neatened the both of them up. After he finished
by rearranging Mulder's tie and finger-combing Mulder's hair back into
place, he kissed Mulder again. Black oil flowed across two pairs
of eyes, then only one, Krycek's.
"Please don't take it back," Mulder whimpered. "Don't leave me
alone again."
"Shh. Thank you for everything, Agent Mulder; you have no idea
how much this helps. It'll be all right. We're going back to
our seats now." With that Krycek led a docile Mulder back to his seat,
where he sat dazed and silent through the rest of the flight.
Mulder came to walking through the airline terminal with Krycek at his
side, wondering what the hell had happened. He had a tendency toward
sleepwalking, but he had no idea how he could have maneuvered his way off
the plane and through the terminal. Hell, he didn't know how he could have
slept at such a bad time, not with his usual insomnia. He didn't
remember anything since they got on the plane, although he did remember
some—he blushed—interesting dreams. It amazed him that Krycek hadn't
taken advantage of the opportunity to escape.
Mulder felt strangely warm and satiated and, though he didn't know how
long this would last, he felt absolutely no urge to hit Krycek at all.
The End
Sharing a Ride
by Viridian5
Mulder waited at the door for Krycek to come out of the plane's restroom
closet. After all the trouble he'd taken to find the rat bastard,
he had no intention of letting him slip through his fingers again.
Krycek had a talent for making him feel stupid and powerless, but this
time Mulder was in control, had been since he ambushed him at the phone
bank. Mulder remembered the sense of power he'd felt as he pounded
his frustrations into his former partner's body. Just thinking about
it gave him a flush of—well, of what exactly?
