The Delivery, by Squidgie (from the mid 1990s)<\/p>\n
This story involves male\/male sex, in explicit terminology. In other
\nwords, if you don’t like this kind of thing or you’re under the legal
\nage for your area, well, you can just get the heck outta here!<\/p>\n
This story is my Krycek\/Mulder sex story with Pendrell overtones. All
\ncharacters are owned by FOX\/1013\/X-Files. I’ve just borrowed them and
\nwritten the good bits that Chris Carter hasn’t. *grin*<\/p>\n
Mucho-mucho thanks and big squidgie hugs go out to my editor, Panda.
\nI’m not always the most coherant person, and she made sense out of
\nmy electron scratch for me. (Yes, sweetie… I *AM* going through a bit
\nof a Krycek fantasy-phase at the moment, why do you ask? *grin*) Also,
\nbig thanks and hugs go out to DarkBrat for allowing me to borrow the
\nPendrell concept for this story. More mucho thanks to Steff, my
\ncybersis, who got me into writing again.<\/p>\n
Feedback is much appreciated. Send to walterh@squidge.org<\/p>\n
****************************************************************************<\/p>\n
Alex Krycek entered Fox Mulder’s apartment building, careful to stay within
\nthe safety of the shadows. He knew this place well, having come here several
\ntimes when he was Mulder’s partner, and even more when he was monitoring
\nMulder for his former boss. The paint on the walls, the carpet that lined
\nthe hall, and the smell of the building brought back feelings in him. Most
\nwere just a familiarity, though some were feelings of desire. Sure, he had
\nbeen interested in Mulder. But his life with Brian Pendrell, during his time
\nas Mulder’s partner in the Bureau, was all that he needed. That is, until
\nBrian tossed him aside for the chance at being with Mulder’s partner, Scully.
\nAlex’s memories of his life with Brian, which had put a smile on his face,
\ntransformed to that of betrayal at the thought. <\/p>\n
Krycek took a mental step back, put all of these thoughts out of his head, and
\nconcentrated on his mission. Sure, Mulder would be suprised to see him, but
\nhe had to meet with him. Alex had important information for him – information
\nthat would help the now-ailing Scully. He’d learned of her condition through
\none of his contacts in DC, and felt compelled to help. After all, it was
\nsomething he had to do. It couldn’t make up for the loss of her sister, in
\nwhich he had taken part, but at least he could help prevent Scully’s death.
\nAnd, so what if Mulder was suprised. Besides the information Alex had to
\noffer, he also had a little matter of personal payback to give to Mulder.<\/p>\n
As he approached the door, he could hear Mulder speaking to someone – someone
\nhe couldn’t place and hadn’t counted on. “Who could he be in there with?”
\nAlex asked himself. “I saw him enter alone.” Krycek put his ear to the door,
\ncareful to make no noise, and listened in to the muffled conversation inside.<\/p>\n
“…yeah, and can I get a a six-pack of coke with that? Yeah, a large combo,
\nextra cheese, no bellpeppers, and a six-pack of coke. Cash. Yeah. Thanks.”<\/p>\n
Alex heard a beep and realized this was the sound of Mulder’s phone being
\nturned off. “So, hungry Mulder?” he laughed to himself. “Well, I’m sure
\nyou’ll like this pizza.” And with that, Krycek left the apartment door, and
\nslipped back into the shadows. <\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
The brunette driver pulled up to the building, cursing her Corolla as she did
\nso. “You stupid thing! I’m taking you back to that damn mechanic, and hope
\nthat he finds that friggin’ rattle before I go deaf.” As she pulled the key
\nfrom the ignition, she leaned over to grab the food and drink, only to be
\nstopped by her wayward seatbelt. “AARGH! That’s IT! Tomorrow, I’m sending
\nyou over a cliff myself!” With a quick snap, she released the seatbelt and
\nstepped out of the car. Her eyes glanced over the apartment number, then up
\nto glare at her source of most recent aggravation. With a quick kick, she
\nturned and headed up to make the delivery.<\/p>\n
As she approached the building, a dark haired man seemed to slide out from the
\ndarkness and into her path. His deep green eyes greeted her, and were joined
\nby a smiling face. “Good, you’re here… I’m starving” he said to her.<\/p>\n
“Hello… You, um,” she glanced at her delivery slip “Mulder? Apartment 42?” <\/p>\n
“Yeah, that’s me. I just decided to take a little walk. Glad I ran into
\nyou. How much I owe you?”<\/p>\n
Handing the food to him, she sayed, “It’s $15.42. Or, I’ll give it to ya for
\nfree if you have a baseball bat I can borrow for a few minutes so I can have
\na little heart to heart with my car over there.”<\/p>\n
Her customer laughed, his green eyes twinkling like the stars they stood under.
\n“Good one.” Alex put the box and sodas down on the nearby steps, then searched
\nhis pockets and pulled out a wad of bills. “Here you go,” he said, handing her
\na twenty, “and keep the change.”<\/p>\n
Her eyes smiled at this. “Thanks, guy! First decent tip I’ve gotten all night.
\nDamn cheap bastards in this neighborhood, for the most part. Thanks!” With
\nthat, she turned and headed back to her car. <\/p>\n
“Oh, hey! Um, how much for the hat?” he asked, his question greeted with a
\nmost curious look. “I’d really like to buy at hat from you.” When her look
\ncontinued unabated, he added, “I’ve always wanted one.”<\/p>\n
“Yeah right,” she commented back. “I come back to the store without any part
\nof my uniform, and my boss docks my salary ten bucks.”<\/p>\n
Krycek pulled out two more twenties out of his pocket and handed them to her,
\nthen removed the hat and perched it atop his head. “Thanks!”<\/p>\n
“For an extra twenty, you can have the car, too!” <\/p>\n
“Sorry… No need. But thanks for this!” and he waved his new prize at her.
\nWith that, Krycek turned and walked up the stairs to Mulder’s apartment.<\/p>\n
—–<\/p>\n
The knock on the door brought Mulder back to reality. After twelve
\ngreuling hours at the office, he decided to finish his paperwork at home,
\nrather than in his basement office. Work lately had been a bit more of a
\nchore, as he thought of it. On top of his regular duties and his boss riding
\nhis ass for every little thing, he was now concerned about his partner. Though
\nshe jokingly threatened him with bodily harm if he changed any aspect of how
\nhe treated her because of her illness, he still did it. He couldn’t help it;
\nit was his protective mechanism kicking in. He rose from the table, and started
\nfor the door. As he reached through his pockets to get his cash, he glanced
\nthough the peephole in his door, and was greeted with the sight of a red hat
\nworn by the delivery person. He opened the door with one hand, and continued
\ncounting his money. “How much do I owe you?” he asked, still focused on his
\nmoney.<\/p>\n
“This!” was the reply. With that, Mulder looked up, only to be struck
\nin the face by the glancing blow of a fist. Mulder was knocked off his feet,
\nturning slightly as he fell, ending up lying face down on his floor. In an
\ninstant, the intruder was upon him, holding him down. As Mulder realized
\nwhat was happenning to him, he recognized the owner of that voice – the owner
\nof the body that was now pinning him down after a surprisingly short struggle.<\/p>\n
“Krycek, what the fuck are you doing?” Mulder thrashed under Krycek, but
\nthe years of being on the run had produced surprising strength in his captor
\nand given him the advantage. He looked around, lifting his head to search
\nfor his weapon. But with one arm pinned under himself and his other arm
\npinned by Krycek’s impressive strength, he finally gave in. “What do you
\nwant, Krycek?”<\/p>\n
“I came here to talk to you, Mulder. I’ve got something for you. Some
\ninformation that will help Scully.” <\/p>\n
“Yeah right. Then why the hell did you just punch me in the face?”<\/p>\n
“Well,” Alex started, “Actually, that was payback for every friggin’ time
\nyou hit me, Mulder.” Alex maintained his weight on his former partner, not
\nletting up yet. There was little need, as Mulder had finally quieted down
\nto listen to him. But all the thrashing, and now with their bodies so close,
\nAlex realizled the effect Mulder was having on him. Alex tried not to think
\nhow long it had been since he was so close to a male body, much less one that
\nwas as beautiful as Mulder’s. “Now, are you going to listen to me?” he asked,
\nletting his grip on Mulder lessen just slightly.<\/p>\n
“Fine” Mulder gave in. “Just get the fuck off me.” <\/p>\n
Alex complied, though he felt the loss as his now fully erect cock was no
\nlonger nestled between the cheeks of Mulder’s ass. He quickly turned and
\nadjusted himself, then sat down on the couch and watched Mulder rise from
\nhis prone position on the floor. “OK, so let’s have it.” Mulder told him,
\nmentally judging his proximity to his gun, just in case.<\/p>\n
“Mulder, I’m not going to shoot you. If I’d wanted to do that, you’d be
\non the floor bleeding by now.”<\/p>\n
Mulder nodded an acknowledgement. It seemed that Alex did know him as well
\nas he thought he did. “I don’t know, Krycek. Can’t be too careful around
\na rat-bastard like you. What is it that you want to talk about?” Mulder’s
\neyes searched Krycek, as his face displayed the lack of trust he had for
\nhis former partner. <\/p>\n
Alex reached into his jacket pocket, producing a silver container. Opening
\nit, he showed Mulder small tubes, each containing an orangish liquid. “This,”
\nhe started, “is what they’ve done to Scully. When she was abducted-”<\/p>\n
“Which YOU took part in, you bastard!”<\/p>\n
“Hey, I was following orders. You had your boss, I had mine. You had your
\njob to do, and so did I.” Mulder looked at him with a mixture of contempt
\nand disgust blazing across his face. He began again. “When she was abducted,
\nthey gave her a dose of this. This is what caused the cancer she’s got now.”<\/p>\n
“What is it?”<\/p>\n
“I don’t know. All I know is that I had a hell of a time trying to get this.
\nAll you have to do is get it analyzed, and a therapy can probably be derived
\nfrom it.”<\/p>\n
A look of distrust overcame Mulder’s face. “Why should I trust you?” he
\nbegan. “How do I know this isn’t just some trick, or something that will
\nmake her worse?”<\/p>\n
Krycek’s expression went from having what Mulder considered to be a normal
\nconversation (for Krycek at least), to that of a person with a painful past.
\n“We all have demons in our past, Mulder.” he said, glancing away from Mulder’s
\nface. “And if you had the chance to get rid of one, you’d do the same as me
\nand you know it.” It didn’t take another word for Mulder to see the honesty
\nand realize he was being told the truth.<\/p>\n
Mulder reached over and took the vial from his former partner. “Where to get
\nthis analyzed…” Mulder wondered aloud, starting to search his brain for a
\nconfidential place to have it done.<\/p>\n
“I’ve got an idea where” Krycek said, laughing quietly to himself. “Brian
\nowes me one, and I know he can keep it to himself. We can trust him.” He
\nthought to himself \/And of course I can see how the little bugger is making
\nout with Scully\/. <\/p>\n
Mulder got a wondering look, which was now beginning to duplicate itself on
\nKrycek’s face. “Brian…Pendrell? Is that who you mean?”<\/p>\n
Krycek didn’t like the vibes he was now getting from Mulder. “Yeah, why do
\nyou say it like that? What’s wrong, did he quit the Bureau or something?”
\nHe forced a nervous laugh, not wanting to hear Mulder’s reply.<\/p>\n
His former partner crossed the room and sat next to him, which reminded Krycek
\nof a film he once saw where the person sitting on the couch delivered grave
\nnews of the other person’s beloved. As he remembered this, his face began to
\ndrain of all colour. “Krycek, Pendrell was killed a couple of months ago.
\nHe was in a bar, celebrating Scully’s birthday when he took a bullet meant
\nfor another man.” As the final words left Mulder’s mouth, Alex’s felt himself
\nbegin to go limp, causing endless wonder for Mulder. “Alex, what’s wrong?”<\/p>\n
Krycek tried to get to his feet, but felt himself collapse onto the floor.
\nHe body was overflowing with emotion, as if every part of himself were
\nabout to betray him. \/It couldn’t be, could it? My Brian is still alive.
\nHe *must* be\/ he thought to himself, as his eyes welled up with tears. “No,”
\nKrycek kept saying, drawing himself up into a fetal position. Though Brian
\nhad ended their relationship, and Alex had hated him for it, try as he wanted
\nto, his love for Brian had never waned. <\/p>\n
Mulder watched Krycek crumple upon the floor, trying to fathom what had brought
\nthis on. He had never seen such a display since Scully’s mother had said
\ngoodbye to her daughter and husband… \/No\/ he thought to himself. \/Krycek
\nand Pendrell must have been lovers.\/ That was the only explanation. Mulder
\nfound himself on the floor next to Krycek in an instant, extending his arms
\naround him, trying to comfort him. “Alex, I had no idea… I’m so sorry”
\nhe said, as Alex sobbed in his arms. Mulder gently rocked him, trying as he
\ncould to take the pain away. For as long as Alex had been on the road
\nthe need to supress his emotions had been too great, but this was the final
\nstraw. He continued to sob uncontrollably, as the two rocked back and forth.<\/p>\n
As Mulder gently stroked Krycek’s dark, silklike hair, he began to wonder
\nwhat to do. They had been on the floor for what seemed like forever, and
\nKrycek’s sobbing continued feverishly. But he couldn’t keep him on the
\nfloor for too long. As Mulder looked around, he saw that his bed was,
\nfor the most part, free of books and papers. His bed was more like a
\nbook shelf or filing cabinet, as he always felt more comfortable sleeping
\nout on the couch, like a guest in his own home. He gently put his arm
\nunderneath Krycek’s shoulder, and began to raise them both from the floor,
\nslowly making their way to the next room.<\/p>\n
The bedroom door had been mostly opened, but the bulk of two men would not
\nfit through easily. Mulder kept hold of Krycek while kicking the door the
\nrest of the way open. As they approached the bed, he pulled Krycek near
\nhim and positioned their bodies on the side of the bed closest to him.
\nHe knelt down, rolling Krycek down gently, until his body was almost all
\non the bed. Mulder let go of him to get the rest of Alex’s body onto the
\nbed, only to have one of his hands cupped and drawn close to Krycek’s body.
\nHe used his one free hand to reach down and pull Krycek’s legs up onto the
\nbed, then sat down next to Krycek, still comforting him.<\/p>\n
Within a few more minutes, the sobbing began to slow somewhat. Mulder
\ncontinued to reassure Krycek, all the while whispering comforting thoughts
\nand touching his face and hair gently. As it got quieter and quieter, Mulder
\ngently rose from the side of the bed to head for the bathroom and get a
\ncool washcloth for Alex. As his hands slipped from Alex’s body, Alex’s
\nbody tensed. “No, Mulder… Don’t leave me! No!” he pleaded with him.
\n“Just stay with me, please?”<\/p>\n
Mulder took his position with Krycek on the bed, climbing up behind him, an
\nstretched himself out, their bodies forming a comforting “spoon” position. He
\nheld Krycek until exhaustion set in, and they slept.<\/p>\n
——–<\/p>\n
The first rays of sunshine entered Mulder’s window, falling gently upon
\nhis face. As he started to once again become coherant, Mulder realized that
\nlast night, for the first time in quite a while, he had slept quite well.
\nNo nightmares, no waking up in the middle of the night, just a good
\nnight’s sleep. It was then that he realized that he was not alone. A
\nwarm body was next to his, it’s muscular form a complement to his own.
\nIn an instant, the events of the previous night flooded his memory. He
\nopened his eyes and focused on Krycek’s body lying next to him, and
\nbecame aware that a pair of deep green eyes were studying him intensely.
\n“Krycek?” he began.<\/p>\n
“Mornin’ Mulder…”<\/p>\n
“How are you doing? You OK?”<\/p>\n
Krycek sighed heavily. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m sorry about last night.
\nI had no idea that Brian…” he started, but as soon as the emotion began
\nto well up in him, he put his defenses up. “Well, there’s no sense in
\ngoing into that all over again.” Alex placed his hand out, putting it
\ngently on Mulder’s chest. “But thank you. Thanks for helping me out last
\nnight.” <\/p>\n
The rough hand on his chest startled Mulder slightly. As Krycek’s hand
\nlingered momentarily, it’s effect on Mulder started. His morning erection
\nwhich had been going away, now throbbed with new life in the pants he still
\nwore from the night before. Mulder blushed slightly and he stammered, “No,
\nuh, no problem. You needed help, and I was just doing what I needed to do.”<\/p>\n
Krycek relized from the blush emerging on Mulder’s face, what effect his hand
\nwas having on his ex-partner, and started to withdraw it. Though he was
\nattracted to Mulder, he didn’t want to jeopardize their newly created bond
\nwith each other. As his hand drew nearer to his own body, Mulder suddenly
\nreached out and grabbed it with his own two hands and brought it towards him,
\nmimicing Krycek’s own actions of the night before. “Mulder…” he began,
\nbut Mulder placed his palm back on his chest with one hand, and put his
\nfingers to Krycek’s lips, to quiet him.<\/p>\n
“It’s ok.” Mulder said softly, his hands flowing gently from Krycek’s lips
\nto his hair, then to his shoulders. Mulder pulled himself and Krycek
\ntogether, his arms enveloping Krycek into his body. Krycek’s eyes
\nsearched Mulder for an answer to his newfound behaviour, but found none.
\nWhat he did find was Mulder’s passion. The passion that Mulder used to focus
\non his job, on his search for the truth, was now focused on Alex. <\/p>\n
Mulder smiled nervously at Krycek. Though he had been bold enough to finally
\ngo with his feelings, letting Krycek know how he felt, he was now unsure as
\nto his next move. The feelings of desire for another man had been repressed
\ndeep down for so long. His arms began to betray him, and he began to shake
\nslightly with nervousness.<\/p>\n
As if on queue, Krycek read the uncertainty within Mulder, and realized it
\nwas his turn to comfort. He hugged Mulder tightly, drawing his lips to
\nMulder’s. His lips grazed Mulder’s slightly, Mulder’s warm breath pouring
\nover his face. He put his lips to Mulder’s again, this time adding more
\nand more pressure. As they kissed, Krycek thrust his tongue deep into
\nMulder’s mouth, exploring every inch of it. Mulder returned the kiss, his
\nhands now exploring his new lovers body, the muscles acting as an
\nintoxicant to both men.<\/p>\n
Both men began to rip at each other’s clothing, wanting desperatly to be
\nas close to each other as possible. Mulder shed his shirt, while Krycek’s
\npants and socks quickly followed to the floor. As each man stripped down,
\nskin drew over skin, heightening their passion. Mulder put his thumbs into
\nthe waisteband of his boxers and began do draw them down, when Krycek’s
\nhand stopped him. Krycek’s eyes left Mulder’s, and he trailed kisses over
\nMulder’s lips, down his throat, and into the small patch of hair on Mulder’s
\nchest. He paused slightly, giving each of Mulder’s eraserlike nipples a
\ngenerous lick with his hot tongue, then nipped at them lightly with his teeth.<\/p>\n
Krycek continued raining kisses upon Mulder’s chest, then lingered around
\nhis stomach where he licked the small bellybutton he found before him. As
\nhe did so, Mulder sighed heavily, bringing out the formation of six well
\ndefined abdominal muscles. He brought his hand to them, fondling them as
\nhis teeth found the waistband of the underwear. As Alex’s hand continued
\nto explore Mulder’s torso, his teeth pulled down the boxers, revealing a
\nmeaty cock already glistening with precum. With one last tug, the boxers
\nwere now pulled down. Alex brought his nose up to the large, globelike
\ntesticals that moved almost hypnotically in their sac. As he took in Mulder’s
\naroma, his tongue darted out, lapping at both eagerly. Mulder began to buck,
\nthrusting into Alex’s face. Krycek brought his hand from where it had been,
\nplaying with Mulder’s left nipple, and held the throbbing cock between his
\nfingers, aiming it for his mouth.<\/p>\n
The sensation took Mulder by suprise. He felt as if his whole body had been
\nenveloped in warmth and moistness. When he opened his eyes and gazed up on
\nthe site of Krycek going down on him, the sensations doubled. He thrust
\ndeep into Alex’s throat, craving every inch of it for his own pleasure.
\nJust as he thought it could get no better, Alex took his member deeper
\nthan Mulder had ever experienced. As he did this, Alex opened his mouth
\nslightly and began to lick at Mulder’s balls, as Mulder’s cockhead was
\nmassaged by the muscles in Alex’s throat. “Oohh… You’ve gotta.. *UGH*
\nYou’ve gotta stop, Krycek… *Mmmm*”<\/p>\n
Alex knew that Mulder was close. He’d felt the cockhead flare in his mouth.
\nBut he wasn’t done with Mulder just yet. He let Mulder’s cock slip from
\nbetween his lips, landing with a smack against Mulder’s stomach. Before
\nMulder could signal this tremendous sense of loss, Alex was back up face-to-
\nface with Mulder, kissing him passionatly. “You, um, got any lube handy
\nMulder?”<\/p>\n
Mulder looked at him with a wicked grin spread across his face. He leaned
\nover to his nightstand and presented a tube of KY Jelly as if it were the
\nultimate present. Krycek took it in his hand, undoing the top with his
\nfingers nimbly. He squeezed from the bottom of the tube, forcing the cold,
\nclear gel out and onto his forefinger. As he planted a kiss on Mulder’s
\nneck, his arm disappeared behind his own body, spreading the gel around his
\nanus generously. His hand then went to work spreading the substance over
\nMulder’s thick cock, sending Mulder close to the edge. <\/p>\n
Now prepared, Alex leaned down on his arm and kissed Mulder. In the next
\ninstant, he leaned back pressing Mulder’s cock to the entrance of his ass.
\nMulder instinctly bucked. “Whoa… Take it easy there. This will just take
\na…” and with that, the head of Mulder’s cock penetrated the ring of his
\nass, sending a slight burning sensation throughout Alex’s body. He inhaled
\nthrough his teeth and slammed his eyes shut, as if to rid himself of the pain
\nthat he felt. It seemed to work. Alex exhaled and looked down on Mulder’s
\nface and chest, as he lowered himself further onto Mulder’s cock.<\/p>\n
Alex lifted his body slightly, countering Mulder’s thrusts. With each one,
\nMulder got deeper and deeper into Alex’s body, threatening to lose himself.
\nAs Mulder’s hands guided Krycek’s hips, Krycek took his hand and began to
\nmasturbate himself. With each stroke, clenched his asscheeks, and action that
\nMulder felt as he pumped his cock into Alex. Alex met each stroke with that
\nof his hand on his cock, trying to intensify the session even more. Though
\nhe wanted this moment to last forever, he felt himself approach the edge.
\nAs his fist flew faster on his cock, he looked deep into Mulder’s eyes, the
\npools of green that seemed to be screaming to him. That was all it took.
\nAlex threw his head back and moaned, while his cock sent semen flying all
\nover Mulder’s chest and his thighs. As he kept pumping out the milky white
\nsubstance, his ass tightened, sending Mulder to the edge. Krycek’s orgasm
\nstarted to subside, as Mulder thrust deeply into his ass. Mulder’s hands
\npushed Krycek’s hips down as far as they would allow, as he spilled his seed
\ndeep into Alex’s body. Mulder cried out, as the last of his cum made it’s
\nway into Krycek’s ass.<\/p>\n
Alex collapsed on top of Mulder, both bodies panting heavily as if just having
\nfinished a marathon. He kissed Mulder in an open mouthed, breathy kiss, and
\nlet Mulder’s cock slip from his ass. As Alex lay down next to him, the two
\nstared into each other’s eyes, preserving the moment. Alex lay on his side,
\nresting his head on Mulder’s heaving chest and played with the small
\nhairs found there. Without another word, Mulder cradled Krycek into his
\narms, holding him to his chest until both were deep asleep.<\/p>\n
——-<\/p>\n
Mulder woke up, noting that his newfound lover was no longer at his side. He
\ngot up and wandered through his apartment, not finding him. All he found was
\na note that read, “I love you, and I WILL be back. Alex.” He pulled the note
\nto his chest and let out a painful sigh. “You’d better be, Krycek. You’d
\nbetter be…”<\/p>\n
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