1. RUNNING ERRANDS
"I would suggest trying the cheese blintz, Alexei. The filling is so
light and fluffy it's almost like eating marshmallows," Dark Angel
said as she watched him use the menu as a shield against her stare.
Krycek peeked at her over the menu. The Kiev's odd bluish lights
made her pale skin glow a little and turned her dark red lipstick
even darker.
He knew better than to try to get her to the point of this meeting
before she wanted to get there. He decided he should be content
that she wasn't threatening to kill him, especially with everyone
else out to kill him. He gratefully fell into their in-joke and old
tradition of socializing over a meal. "Whatever you suggest,
Serafine."
"Really." She put a world of meaning into the word. The waitress
interrupted Angel when she came by and took their orders.
Once the waitress left, Krycek asked, "Where's Mulder?"
"Brian's keeping an eye on him. Mulder's safe."
Krycek leered. "I'm sure Brian is keeping him entertained," he said
darkly, aggrieved. Krycek remembered how hard Mulder had tried
to keep him away from Brian. Imagine Krycek's surprise when he
walked in on Mulder and Brian involved in a very heated tryst. If
they'd invited him in, maybe he wouldn't be so angry now.
With a well-placed knee Serafine overbalanced the table on
Krycek. The table edge hit him in the groin first, making him
squeak in agony, then their two glasses of ice water hit him in the
chest, followed by the two rolled-up napkins containing their
silverware. The table crashed against his knees before it hit the
floor on its side.
When the very annoyed waitress came back to clean up and return
the table to its original position, Serafine kept saying to the
waitress, "Oh, God, I'm so sorry. I didn't think that would happen.
I just hit it with my knee, that's all..." Krycek tried to think past
the pain and remember to breathe. If the agony ever subsided, he
could think about drying himself.
Five minutes later they had the table back in place and new
silverware and glasses of water. "That was a very stupid thing to
say, Alexei. You're much smarter than that," Serafine said.
"I've killed people for less."
"So have I. You could be dead now for what you said instead of
alive and clutching yourself."
"Then let's get down to business. Straight trade of information? I
think we each have a few tidbits the other would like to know."
"Do you really think so?" She crossed her legs, revealing more
than a hint of thigh covered only by a rose-lace-patterned thigh
high stocking and garter belt. Krycek felt himself responding even
after the incident with the table.
You would think she wouldn't be able to defend herself in a short,
flouncy skirt and stiletto-heeled boots, but you would be wrong.
She could pack weapons in the most unlikely places, as he knew
from experience. She could also kill barehanded. She never used
to be so openly challenging though. Of all the personae Krycek
had ever seen Angel wear, Serafine Fitzwalter had to be the most
overtly sexual and dangerous.
Before Angel met Brian Kessler, one of Mulder's clone twins, she
was Nicole Desjardin, an almost butch woman who dressed in a
very utilitarian style and was popularly known as the Ice Queen.
She went Goth soon after hooking up with Kessler. How much of
what she was now was due to Brian's influence?
Krycek smirked. Not too long ago he'd pondered that question in
reverse.
"You could start with this whole war in heaven thing. I'm still
trying to keep all our alien visitors straight," she said.
2. WE INTERRUPT YOUR USUAL PROGRAMMING
"So this kid held off a psychic vampire by using imagery from one
of his favorite albums," Brian said as he sprawled on the couch
looking obscenely comfortable.
"Which was?" Mulder asked, sprawled next to him. Brian had
only let him drink enough to get mellow and a little fuzzed.
"Pink Floyd's The Wall. The problem came when his attacker
used some of The Wall's imagery to its own advantage. It
became the Wyrm. The kid brought me and Sera into his mind to
face off with it." Brian smiled. "We had to do some dragon-
slaying. It was interesting. We were bound only by what we could
think or believe."
"So whose apartment is this?" The place, decorated in varying
shades of blue, was large and airy but sparsely furnished. Mulder
wiggled his bare toes in the thick, plush carpeting.
"It belongs to Camilla, one of Serafine's friends from the vampire
gaming community. She's an investment banker during the day.
She has three apartments in the city. She uses this one as her lair
of seduction."
"Uh huh." Mulder turned to look at Brian's face but Brian
maintained a carefully blank expression.
"I went to a recent gathering as your character, Julian." Brian
started to smile.
"Did anyone notice the difference?"
"They thought the scars were fake but artful. Camilla said that I
was much handsomer than the last time she saw me." Brian
ducked out of the way of Mulder's swing. "Hey! Later she asked
if I was still with the X-Files. I told her I had been transferred to
pet snatchings—"
"Pet snatchings!" Mulder knew from recent experience that his
clone had the same erogenous spots as he did, so he suspected
that Brian was also ticklish in similar places. Mulder went on the
attack. Brian shrieked and fell onto the carpet with Mulder diving
after, still tickling all the while.
"Do you have something against pets?" Brian gasped, his voice
going into a higher register, as he writhed. "From what we were
doing in that hallway earlier, I know you have nothing against
heavy petting—Not the feet! I knew I shouldn't have taken my
boots off! You son of a bitch!"
Brian rolled around in an effort to escape. Mulder grabbed one of
Brian's wrists, briefly fingering the old handcuff scars, to try to
keep him in place and soon found himself flung across the room.
As his head hit the fortunately soft carpeting, Mulder cursed
himself for his own stupidity and understood why Brian hadn't
really been fighting him. Brian could kill him.
Brian rushed over. "I'm sorry! I lost it for a second there."
"Not your fault," Mulder gasped as he tried to get his air back.
Brian's silver cross on its long chain kept smacking his nose. "I
know you have a phobia about things circling your wrists. I know
better."
Assured that Mulder would be okay, Brian started to smirk.
"Nothing came loose, right? I don't hear anything rattling
around."
Mulder caught the metal link dangling from Brian's studded collar
with one finger and pulled him down, then rolled until Brian was
the one on his back on the carpeting. Mulder laughed and pinned
him without touching Brian's wrists. Mulder had intended to be
playful but found himself kissing Brian instead, parting Brian's
lips with his tongue and exploring the inside of Brian's mouth.
Brian still tasted sweet.
He could feel Brian's erection strain against his own through two
layers of denim and cotton each. Mulder remembered those stolen
moments in the hallway of that dark club and found himself
wishing that he hadn't stopped his investigation of his clone's
body. Maybe he'd get a second chance now. Brian seemed to be
as aroused by this as he was.
When they broke off to breathe, Brian said, "We need some
ground rules."
"What about spontaneity?"
"Spontaneity leads to having a hot encounter in a hallway,
touching on almost every erogenous zone your partner has, then
suddenly deciding that you shouldn't be doing this."
Mulder sighed. "Your point."
"First, I'm not Krycek, and I won't pretend to be him. If you're
not here with me, I'm not going to let myself be used like a cheap
copy. Second, if you have punishment sex in mind, I'm out of
here. I'm not going to help you do something you'll hate yourself
for later. I don't dish out or receive pain. I know you're into that
sometimes."
Mulder blushed. "You weren't really sleeping that night in the
motel room, were you?"
"You and Krycek sound like cats in heat when you screw. People
on the next floor woke up."
"Sorry."
Brian grinned lopsidedly. "No problem. That's it."
"'Almost' every erogenous zone?"
"You missed one." Brian darted in and tongued the inside of
Mulder's elbow.
Mulder bucked and gasped, "Oh God! I didn't know about that
one!"
"Well, then this experience has already been valuable. Feel free to
tell me what you want." Brian sat up and pushed Mulder with
him. "Why do you smell like gardenia?"
"You smell like gardenia. Some of Angel's perfume rubbed off
on you."
"Apparently I'm passing it along." Brian took Mulder's right
wrist. "You wanted to do something with mine earlier but I
couldn't let you. Was it this?" Brian breathed on the inside of the
wrist, making Mulder shudder. "Or this?" His tongue flicked out,
and Mulder moaned.
"It was both," Mulder said before he reclaimed Brian's mouth with
his own, kissing almost mindlessly. Mulder fought against the
urge to close his eyes. He wanted to watch. In the darkness of the
club he had been aware of Brian's resemblance to him but in the
light it was surreal watching his own face relax with passion,
seeing eyes so like his own darken as the pupils dilated. Brian's
eyes took on an indolent, heavy-lidded look, and his lips started to
look wet and swollen from all the kisses. "Oh God, Alex was right
about my lips," Mulder said.
Brian's left eyebrow raised. "I'll give you a tip that can extend
your life. Don't ever discuss your former lover with your current
one." Then he started to tickle Mulder mercilessly.
"I thought you said this wouldn't be punishment!" Mulder
shrieked.
"This isn't punishment; this is education." While Mulder was
helpless Brian picked him up and tossed him on the bed. At
Mulder's look, he explained, "The carpet's nice, but I'm not letting
myself get rugburn." Brian flung himself onto the bed and giggled
when he almost bounced Mulder off.
"I could make a fortune bottling whatever you're on."
"I'm just happy. Aren't you?" Before Mulder could answer, Brian
started to nuzzle his neck and unzip Mulder's jeans.
Tomorrow he would worry again, and pine for Alex even as he felt
disgust at himself for doing so. For now he would relax and let
himself feel safe in the hands of someone he trusted.
Earlier, after the aborted effort in the hallway, Mulder had angrily
asked Brian if Brian had gone along intending to give Mulder a
mercy fuck. Brian had responded in the disgusted negative.
Mulder then assumed that Brian was just curious, as he was. But
right now Mulder saw another possibility. Brian rode a
spectacular high right now and wanted to bring Mulder along.
Brian seemed to care deeply for Mulder, maybe even love him.
Anyone asking about the appropriateness of sex between them only
had to remember that Brian's steady lover was one of Samantha's
genetically engineered sisters, thus Brian's as well.
Mulder couldn't decide if his inability to know exactly what his
clone was thinking was a good sign or bad. He'd think about it
later.
Brian nipped at his throat and said, "Hey, I'm getting lonely out
here by myself. If you're not interested I could go read a book or
something."
"If you stop, I'll kill you."
Mulder and Brian undressed one another slowly with long
caresses. Brian seemed to be able to get each of his fingers to
impart a slightly different pressure on Mulder's skin, making him
crazy. Mulder wondered who taught him.
When Mulder reached to remove Brian's black T-shirt, Brian's
hands went up to his neck to remove the studded collar first, but
Mulder stopped him. "Leave it on. I like it," Mulder said as he
used the hanging metal link as a handle to bring Brian's face
closer.
Brian grinned. "I'm leaving the cross on too. Deal with it."
"The more the merrier."
Mulder whipped Brian's shirt up over his head and smiled at how
it tousled Brian's short, spiky hair as it pulled off. He frowned at
the white gauze pad taped to Brian's right arm near the shoulder
but refused to ruin his mood by asking about the wound. Brian
took off Mulder's T-shirt and started to lavish attention on his
nipples, alternately nipping and sucking, while his hands stroked
that very sensitive spot at the small of Mulder's back. Brian
seemed to sense where Mulder wanted his hands to roam, probably
through a familiar body language, so Mulder tried to reciprocate.
Mulder could feel himself start to babble as his mind emptied. He
slowly realized that Brian was singing instead of humming against
his nipples.
"Nevermore," Brian said as he looked up at Mulder. "Sex makes
you think of Edgar Allan Poe poems?"
"Among other things, yeah. What were you singing?"
"Dunno. Oh, wait, it was 'My Sanctuary' by Pig. 'Two wrongs
don't make a right/Two blacks don't make a white/Devotion isn't
what it seems...' Sorry."
"Don't be." As Mulder kissed Brian again, Mulder's hands
stroked down Brian's back, over the firm ass and further down,
until they found the spot they searched for. Brian shuddered
against him and moaned insistently into his mouth. Finally
Mulder realized that he was saying, "Drawer."
Mulder reluctantly broke away and opened the nearest drawer on
the night table, only to gape at its contents. "Her lair of
seduction, huh? She must have some social life." He chose some
condoms from the assortment and a tube of lubricant. He didn't
let his eyes linger on the toys.
Mulder looked back at Brian sitting on the bed. Flushed, breathing
hard, and with an unimaginably wanton look in his eyes, Brian
pulled him closer. "Lube fight?" Brian whispered.
Mulder almost lost the contents of the tube with his surprised
squeeze but recovered in time. "Do you know that you're a nut?"
"Oh, just take me already."
Mulder lubricated his fingers then slowly inserted one finger into
Brian's hot tightness, determining the best angle from Brian's
reactions. He knew he had a winner when Brian spasmed against
him. "Another one," Brian gasped as his hands clenched and
unclenched against Mulder's back. Mulder obliged and started to
thrust in and out with them. "Another one," Brian gasped. Mulder
added a third the next time his fingers exited. He soon plunged
back in. "Another one," Brian gasped.
"Are you sure? I didn't think you were into fisting."
"I'm not. Just one more, then you can do what you like with me,"
Brian said in a hot, breathy tone that made Mulder willing to do
anything it asked of him.
So Mulder did as he was told. At the first thrust, Brian clutched
him in a death grip and bit at his neck, driving Mulder to a higher
state of excitement. When he felt they were both more than ready,
Mulder removed his fingers and put a condom on as Brian vibrated
against him. Finally he slipped behind Brian and plunged in. As
they moved together their breathing synchronized, and Mulder
realized that they were even making the same sounds. As Mulder
pushed forward, Brian pushed back, each working toward the
maximum penetration possible.
Mulder's hands snaked around to Brian's rock hard cock to give
him some release, but Brian swatted his hands away, saying, "I'm
saving that for later." Mulder felt himself grow even harder at the
thought.
Mulder approached the edge and plunged over it when he felt
Brian's muscles clench even harder around him and Brian's hands
reach back to clutch his ass. Mulder screamed as he exploded.
They remained entwined for a few minutes, breathing together,
with Brian's head resting on Mulder's shoulder. Finally Mulder
said, "My turn and I want it now," and followed it with a tongue
flick to a sensitive spot in Brian's ear.
Brian smiled wearily. "Greedy."
"And proud of it." As Mulder put the condom on Brian's still-hard
cock, he asked, "How the hell did you maintain control? I could
feel your orgasm." He stroked the lubricant on too and felt Brian
grow harder.
Brian grinned. "That's the thing about having a steady. When you
get taken care of on a regular basis, it does wonders for your self-
control."
"Oh, fuck you."
"We just did that." Brian shot Mulder a look that made Mulder's
cock twitch. "Now it's your turn." He pushed Mulder down onto
the bed on his back.
By the odd unspoken current that ran between them right now,
Brian knew exactly what Mulder wanted. No other preliminaries.
Brian eased into Mulder a tiny bit, then pulled out, went in a little
deeper, then pulled out, with each gentle thrust slowly pushing
ever deeper and harder and moving faster. Mulder bit his lip and
let out a low groan. They quickly developed a rhythm, but it was
five long minutes before Brian pushed all the way in and started to
really thrust. Gasping, Mulder locked his legs around Brian and
tried to pull him in even deeper. They finally came together, and
Brian collapsed onto Mulder. Ever solicitous, Brian wearily rolled
them over onto their sides so he wouldn't be crushing Mulder into
the mattress.
"Did we sound like two cats in heat?" Mulder asked softly.
"I couldn't hear a thing over my own breathing and heartbeat. But
I have to ask, is fucking your clone incest or masturbation?"
Mulder couldn't complete the exasperated clout to the head he'd
intended to give Brian before they both passed out.
Krycek walked down the street with Serafine and once again felt
amazement at how much better the world seemed on a full
stomach. "I heard Brian ask Mulder about your left collarbone,"
he said.
"What?"
"Okay, about Cheryl Elend's left collarbone. Brian wanted Mulder
to find out whether Cheryl Elend broke her left collarbone as a
child. I assume that means something to you."
"Shit. I can guess what conclusions he's coming to now."
Suddenly she gave him a sidelong look. They both pulled guns
from their jackets, leapt for cover, and started shooting behind
them. Three men fell to the street dead, one fled for his life, and
the last tried to drag himself away with one hand clenched over his
stomach to keep his insides in. Serafine walked over to the last
one and gave him a not-so-gentle kick. "Which one of us are you
after?"
He said, "Both, you bitch," before he died.
Krycek felt disappointed at how quickly it ended. His blood was
up now. Looking over at Serafine, he was surprised to see her
flushed and staring at him with a hot, dark look in her eyes, a
confirmation that she felt the same. Maybe he would be able to
work his excitement off after all.
"I have a room two blocks away," Krycek said, uncertain of her.
"It's not doing us much good while we're out here, is it?" Dark
Angel replied in a dark, sweet voice.
Krycek didn't remember the walk in or unlocking the door to his
apartment or closing it behind them. They clutched one another
tightly, roughly, and Krycek hungrily kissed her lips, even though
he had to crane his neck up uncomfortably to do it.
He'd had a crush on her forever, ever since one of his trainers
showed him an old surveillance camera video of her working out.
She'd moved with such deadly grace, force, and speed. At the end
she walked right up to the camera and smashed it. Her trainers
never could figure out how she could find any camera in a room,
no matter how well hidden.
"I'm too tall for you," she said. She still smelled of blood.
"The heels don't help."
"Maybe this will." She led him to the bathroom then sat on the
edge of the sink, legs dangling, the spike heels of her vinyl boots
hitting the wall. It put her at almost the right height. She spread
her legs a little, just enough to invite. "You want this so bad, you
work for it."
Krycek grinned at her words, at the way she gauged his reaction to
her and guessed what he wanted. Two could play at this. He
closed with her and thrust his tongue into her mouth as his hand
trailed down starting at her chest and finally under her skirt,
sliding over his lace stocking to the garter belt to warm, bare thigh
to—He gasped at what he found there. "A zipper? What kind of
night did you think you were going to have?"
"Sometimes when I'm with Brian I don't have the patience to take
everything off," she purred.
"Brian's a lucky man." He unzipped her panties and caressed her.
She hissed as he thrust his fingers into her. He could feel her undo
his pants and start to stroke his cock, constantly changing speed
and pressure. Once in a while her hand would cup and squeeze his
balls. Right now he knew she could castrate or kill him at any
time.
Krycek didn't know how much longer he could wait before he let
go.
"You don't have to wait. I'm ready now. But first—" She let go
of his cock, to his disappointment, and reached into her leather
jacket until she found a condom. She roughly put it on him,
making him harder. "I don't know where that thing has been." It
sounded more hard then sexy, but that was how he wanted it.
Krycek thrust deeply into her and was rewarded with a very
gratifying moan from her wet lips. He was amazed as he felt her
muscles tighten and relax around his cock, milking him. Once
again thinking that Brian was a very lucky man, he started to thrust
forcefully, crushing her against the wall. He could feel her zipper
scrape at his balls. Her legs locked around him, and he could feel
her heels scoring the backs of her legs and her nails clawing his
back. The friction of the lace and vinyl against his bare skin made
him groan. He felt the pressure build until he felt her give a truly
incredible squeeze around his cock that made him explode. He
collapsed against her.
Krycek tried to interpret the sly expression in her dark eyes, made
even darker by the black eyeliner that rimmed them. They both
had a spook's background and could use sex as another weapon in
the repertoire. He wondered which of them had won this round.
"Do you want to go again?" she asked.
3. RETURNING HOME
With the morning sunlight warm against his face, Mulder woke up
disoriented but happy. Remembering where he was and why, he
smiled down at Brian snuggled beside him. Brian's spiky hair
stood up a bit. As if feeling Mulder's regard, Brian woke up with a
sleepy smile and looked at him with eyes slightly fogged and
dazed. "Morning," Brian said. "Hungry?"
"Yes, but no powdered sugar." While Mulder didn't like the stuff
himself, he had to admit that Brian's love of the stuff made him
taste good. Mulder's fingers played with the chain link dangling
from Brian's collar.
"Someday you'll come to your senses," Brian said. To Mulder's
regret, Brian got up out of the bed and, to Mulder's delight,
stretched unselfconsciously, revealing a fascinating play of muscle
and an array of love bites. Then he covered up in a robe and
walked to the kitchen. "How about French toast, no powdered
sugar?"
"Okay. Can I use the shower?"
"Sure."
As Mulder gathered his clothing from various corners of the room,
his nose wrinkled at the heavy stench of cigarette smoke. He
hadn't noticed last night. He couldn't wear these.
Brian seemed to notice because he said, "It's okay. You can
borrow something from us, and we'll wash those for you, holding
them hostage until you bring our clothes back. I hung your jacket
on the fire escape last night, so it should be aired out enough to
wear."
Mulder wondered when he got the time. "You'll make someone a
good housewife someday." The spoon hit him right between the
eyes. "Ow!"
"Another tip to extend your life: never insult your cook."
Mulder walked into another room and picked out a pair of boxers,
a pair of Brian's blue jeans and a black T-shirt, probably Angel's,
that had the biohazard trefoil symbol with the words Warning!
Biohazard sharps! written in white around it. While he took his
shower he thought he could vaguely hear Brian singing. Mulder
never thought much of his own singing but Brian sounded pretty
good. While toweling his hair, Mulder put on the jeans and sighed
at the close but comfortable fit. They had been worn soft in all the
right places. Oddly, it felt more intimate wearing Brian's jeans
than sharing a bed with him, but then, there were few people he
could exchange pants with after a night of passion.
When Mulder returned to the kitchen, his food was finished and he
fell upon it with a gusto he normally didn't have for breakfast.
Brian watched approvingly and smiled at Mulder's occasional
attempts to talk with a mouthful of toast. Mulder noticed that his
jacket was already slung over a nearby chair.
Angel walked in as Mulder finished the last bit of toast. She
immediately kissed Brian hungrily then asked, "So what are your
plans, Mulder?" One eyebrow rose as she noticed the shirt Mulder
wore. She did smell like blood, just as Brian had predicted she
would when she returned. Blood and something else. Something
familiar.
Mulder felt the darkness rising up again as he thought about her
smelling of blood and the bandage on Brian's arm, but it subsided
without much struggle. He looked at Brian, but Brian had a
sublimely innocent look on his face.
"I'm going back to Virginia. Scully's probably worrying about
me," Mulder said.
"I could drive you to the airport."
"No, you just got in. I'll take a cab. What's our address?" he
asked as he got his cell phone from his jacket to call a car service.
The three of them made a little more pleasant small talk until
Mulder's ride arrived. Brian gave Mulder a hug and kiss then
waved at him from the doorway until Mulder turned the corner.
When Brian returned, Angel was sitting on the couch untying her
boots. "Let me do that," he said as he kneeled before her. "So
how was Krycek?"
She laughed. "You've been hanging around me too long. Why do
you want to know?"
"You have his smell on you. I want to know if I'm missing
anything."
Her playful swat to his head turned into a caress. "He's about what
I expected. I don't understand him, but then I didn't understand
his sexual relationship with Covarrubias either. No matter how he
feels about Mulder, he can't seem to keep it in his pants. So how
is Mulder doing?"
"I removed that homing chip from his neck last night and put it on
a newspaper delivery truck. Let's see what the Consortium makes
of that. The damned chip was so small that I could cover the
wound with a small Band-Aid. Mom wanted me to go to medical
school. I wonder how she would feel about how I'm getting my
education." He sighed. "Mulder needs help, but he's so needy that
I don't think one person could deal with him, at least at first.
Maybe he needs a group of people."
"A group of friendly, generous polygamists, maybe?" When she
saw Brian looking at her winningly up from under his eyelashes,
she said, "Brian—"
He laughed and massaged her right foot when he freed it from the
boot. "Not us. I don't think he can deal with what we do for a
living. I have to admit to thinking about going back with him, at
least to make sure that he eats right and doesn't abuse himself too
much, but it would make me and him too much of a target and he
would feel guilty about stealing me from you."
"St. Brian," she said fondly then stared at him when he laughed.
"I'm sorry, I'll explain later." Brian abruptly turned serious. "The
problem is that Mulder has to want to be helped. I think he
believes that he does. Sometimes. So did you get anything useful
from Krycek besides—"
Angel swatted him before he could finish his sentence. "I got
some interesting information from Krycek. Among other things, I
now have a copy of the transcripts from the Consortium's
hypnotism session with you a few years ago."
"Is it for real?"
"Seems so. I need further analysis to tell." She looked down at
him and paid special attention to where his robe gaped. "What do I
have to do to make you wander around me naked more often?"
"I'm going to take a shower soon. There's no point in getting
dressed just to get undressed."
"You know, I'm feeling very dirty. Is there room for one more?"
"I'm sure I can fit you in," Brian said as he pulled her onto the
floor with him and kissed her.
Mulder washed his hands in the men's room in the United Airlines
terminal section at Newark Airport and looked at his watch again.
His plane had already been delayed two hours, and he could feel
his good mood evaporating.
He heard a familiar tread behind him and relaxed as he was pulled
up against a familiar body. Krycek's hand came around to stroke
his groin. "You up for some show and tell, Fox?" Krycek took
Mulder's groan for an affirmative and led him into a stall, locking
the door behind them.
They kissed and rubbed against one another feverishly. "You
should wear tight jeans more often," Krycek breathed into his ear.
Then they heard someone enter the men's room. "We might get
caught. I guess you'll just have to be quiet." Krycek followed his
words with touches at Mulder's nipples and groin that made it
almost impossible not to scream. "Unzip yourself."
His hands trembling with excitement, Mulder unzipped the jeans
and pulled down the boxers. As he did so he could feel the usual
Mulder returning, as if he had gone on vacation and left the house
to be looked after by someone else. Someone happy and carefree,
but someone who didn't live there and would have to leave once
the owner got back.
Mulder had enjoyed his night with Brian, but it couldn't match the
illicit thrill, the corrosive kick of being with Krycek. The feeling
of throwing aside his pride to beg his enemy for his touch. The
danger and the shame and the sheer tawdriness of it all gave their
trysts a certain something no amount of sweetness could match.
Mulder knew that he didn't deserve happiness, security, or Brian's
goodness. He deserved this.
Krycek pushed Mulder into the corner of the stall as he started to
lick and nip at Mulder's cock, making Mulder bite his lip to stop
the man outside from hearing anything. Once in a while Alex
looked up at Mulder as he worked with an expression that made
Mulder's heart pound. Alex did love him, as he did Alex. Mulder
smiled savagely. That made it all even more wretched.
Mulder knew he belonged here, and when Alex finally stopped
playing with him and took his cock deep into his throat as he
sucked, Mulder felt like he had finally come home.
end...
Missing Time
by Viridian5
"I'm a million different people from one day to the next"
—"Bittersweet Symphony" by The Verve
