Fandom: X-Files
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Mulder/Krycek
Category: First time
Disclaimer: all X-Files characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox.
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Summary: Mulder is alone in a cabin in the mountain. He finds Krycek handcuffed and blindfolded...
Warning: slash m/m, a bit of non-consensual sex, nothing too bad... My stories always end well :-)
Thanks to my wonderful beta reader, Nikki, who is so patient with my bad grammar :-)
UNHOLY ALLIES
By Natasha
The phone call took Mulder by surprise. He hung on, wondering who might call him at this number. The snow had stopped falling but the weather was still chancy, and Mulder had given the number only to two people; Scully, of course, and Skinner.
After a new particular weird case, Mulder had felt the urge to be alone for a week-end, and had decided that a lonely secluded cabin was exactly what he needed. He had rented one for a few days, and after only one night, felt much better. But the ringing phone made him nervous.
"Mr Mulder?" the voice asked.
Mulder froze; he could've recognized this voice anywhere, "What do you want?" he asked harshly.
"I don't want anything," Cancerman answered. "I have something for you."
"Oh great," Mulder answered, "I didn't know it was Christmas!"
"I do have someone who interests you, Mr Mulder," Cancerman said. "Someone you want dead."
Mulder frowned. There were some people he wanted dead, and Cancerman was one of them. "Who?" he asked.
"Krycek," Cancerman said.
Mulder stayed silent for a few seconds. He had thought Krycek had finally vanished. "Why do you want to give him to me?" he asked.
"Mr Krycek," Cancerman explained, "has betrayed his friends once more. He isn't of any use now. We would have executed him ourselves, but I had thought it would be more fitting to leave him in your hands. After all, Mr Mulder, he's your father's murderer."
"I know," Mulder said dryly.
"If you want him, just walk to the little road behind your cabin. He will be there."
With these words, Cancerman hung up, Mulder stood for a few minutes in the room, with the phone still in his hand, wondering where the trap was. He had dreamt for months to have Krycek in his hands, to make him die slowly, to make him pay for his father's death.
Mulder decided he had nothing to loose. He grabbed his coat and his gloves, and rushed out, walking fast, his gun in his hand, ready to fire. He saw a car that was pulling away, and then a figure knelt in the snow.
"Krycek," he whispered as he reached the figure.
His former partner was handcuffed behind his back and blindfolded. He was panting. Mulder fought back the urge to shoot right into the head of the rat bastard.
"Krycek," he said louder.
"Mulder?" Krycek asked in a hoarse voice.
"Yeah."
"So they're giving me to you", Krycek commented. "I know my death would be ironic."
His tone surprised Mulder. He had expected Krycek to fight, to beg him perhaps, but not this quiet tone.
"Get up!" Mulder ordered, kicking Krycek's back.
With a grimace of pain, the other man obeyed.
"Walk!" Mulder said.
Krycek began to walk, stumbling at each step. He was shivering, which wasn't surprising as he was only wearing a shirt.
"Stop!" Mulder ordered.
They were far away from the cabin, facing the beautiful moutons.
"Kneel," the agent said again.
Krycek obeyed.
"You're going to die," Mulder said. "You're going to die because you killed my father."
"I didn't kill your father, Mulder," Krycek protested.
"Shut up!" Mulder ordered, punching his face.
Krycek's face hit the ground with the force of the punch.
"Mulder," he asked.
"What?"
"Can you at least take off the blindfold?" Krycek asked. "I'd like to die with my eyes wide open."
Mulder nodded, and unfastened the cloth. He couldn't help but admire Krycek's courage. The guy knew he had only a few more minutes to live but he didn't beg for his life. He just asked to die with some dignity.
Krycek didn't give him a glance. His gaze was locked on the mountains. "So beautiful," he whispered. Then he added, "I'm ready, Mulder."
The agent pointed his gun to Krycek's head. The rat bastard was going to die. He deserved it, more than once. He fired. Krycek started but nothing happened.
"We're going to play a little game," Mulder commented. "Russian roulette."
Krycek took a brief sigh but didn't say anything. Mulder resumed his move, and shot once more. Krycek was still alive. He shot and shot again, watching Krycek become more and more nervous. Now his whole body was shaking.
"You now know what your victims felt before you murdered them," Mulder said. "What my father felt."
"I didn't kill your father, Mulder," Krycek repeated. "You have my word."
"Your word!" Mulder spat with scorn.
"Why would I lie?" Krycek asked. "I'm going to die. Even if you were convinced that I'm not your father's murderer, you'd kill me. So why would I lie?"
Mulder didn't answer. He had come to the same conclusion. He had never been really sure Krycek was guilty. And now he wasn't sure at all.
Mulder put his gun against Krycek's head again, but didn't shoot. He knew that the bullet was in the next shot.
"Fire, Mulder," Krycek said in a low voice.
"Do you really want to die?" the agent asked, surprised.
"Why would I want to live?" Krycek asked. "I'm finished. If you don't kill me, others will. A shot in the head is better than agonizing for days."
Mulder didn't answer. When Cancerman had called him, he had thought he was finally going to avenge his father. But now he had Krycek in front of him, he wondered if he had made the right choice. To kill a man during action was one thing, to kill a man in a cold blood was something else.
"Who killed my father?" he asked.
"One of the Consortium's killer," Krycek answered. "I don't really know."
Mulder looked carefully at Krycek and what he saw surprised him. It wasn't the fighting, full of life, bold young man he had known. He could read something new in the other man's face, something he didn't expect to find; defeat. 'What did they do to him?' he wondered.
"Get up," he said aloud. "Perhaps you have one more day to live."
Krycek obeyed and walked clumsily to the cabin, shivering. His lips were blue from cold and he fell almost at each step. Mulder didn't make one move to help him, but he couldn't help but notice the exhaustion on the other man's face.
"Make yourself at home," he said in an ironic tone as they entered the main room.
Krycek seemed to make a big effort to stay still. He was breathing heavily and Mulder wondered what they - the Consortium - did to him before dropping him like a garbage sac in the snow. No. The comparison wasn't right. Even exhausted, even shivering, Alex Krycek looked damned good. Mulder had always had the hots for his previous partner, even when he wanted to kill him. It wasn't about love, he told himself, it was about sex. He had a smile when he thought that after all, he just had to take what he wanted. Krycek wasn't able to say no.
Mulder's cock twitched when he thought he just had to make Krycek lie down on his stomach and take him as long as he wanted, as roughly as he decided, as often as he needed to clear his mind from any desire for the rat bastard.
Mulder swallowed hard. "Kneel," he ordered.
Krycek obeyed but he seemed surprised.
"Bend over the table," Mulder continued. He read in Krycek's eyes that the other man had understood what he wanted and was surprised by his request.
"Before I kill you," Mulder said, "you're going to be my fucktoy for a few hours... or days... depending on how good you are."
Krycek didn't reply, trying to make himself comfortable on the table. He seemed quiet, too quiet, Mulder thought. He expected a last attempt from Krycek to free himself but the other man didn't make the slightest move when Mulder knelt behind him and dropped his gun before reaching for Krycek's fly. He unfastened the other man's jeans, and pulled them down on his knees, quickly followed by his boxers.
At the sight of the muscled cheeks, Mulder's cock became harder, if possible. He quickly unfastened his own pants, freeing his hard shaft, and used his pre-cum to lube his cock. Then in one single thrust, he brutally entered Krycek.
The other man had a single cry of pain, then fell into silence as Mulder began fucking him with delight. The rat bastard was hot and tight, exactly like Mulder liked them. He was too aroused to make it long and soon he was pounding into Krycek's ass until he shot his load with a cry of release.
Panting, he fell on Krycek's back, withdrawing, trying to catch his breath. He blinked when he saw Krycek's gaze. It was empty. He had expected anger, but there was nothing in the other man's eyes. And then Mulder noticed a single tear running down on Krycek's cheek.
"Liked it?" he asked.
Krycek licked his lips and Mulder felt his cock hardening again. "You're not the first one who fucked me these past few days," the other man said in a hoarse voice.
Mulder frowned. He hadn't expected Cancerman being into those kind of games. Whatever he had done to Alex Krycek, it seemed to have affected him. The man seemed nearly broken. But Mulder refused to soften. The guy was a bastard and he deserved what he got.
"Get up!" he ordered.
He moved and grabbed Krycek by the collar of his shirt, pulling him roughly to his feet. Then he pushed him towards the bed, and slammed him face down on the open covers.
"We'll be better in a bed," Mulder said with a grin.
He took off Krycek's shoes and pants, tossing them on the floor. Then he rolled the other man on his back, and began to unfasten his shirt. Krycek started and whispered, "Please, Mulder, don't do that!"
Mulder frowned, wondering what Krycek wanted to say, then he understood when he opened the shirt and revealed the straps of Krycek's artificial arm.
"Why?" he asked in a scornful voice. "I always wanted to fuck a one-armed rat!"
Krycek turned his head but not fast enough to prevent Mulder to see another single tear leaking from Krycek's eye. Mulder saw that his lips were trembling. So Krycek had weaknesses, too. He was ashamed of his artificial arm.
"Nobody has seen you since then, have they?" he asked softly.
Krycek nodded. There was suddenly so much pain and sadness and resignation in his eyes that Mulder wondered for the first time how Krycek had gone through so many horrible ordeals. How did it feel when you were a handsome young man to lose your arm? People who had to go through that kind of accident were helped in hospital by shrinks, but there had been no shrinks for Krycek. Nobody had helped him neither when he had been controlled by the black oil. Cancerman had just left him trapped into a silo. For the first time, Mulder told himself that life hadn't really helped Alex Krycek to become a nice guy.
"Please Mulder," Krycek whispered. "I beg you. Leave me my shirt."
Mulder's hands hesitated then refastened Krycek's shirt. The other man briefly closed his eyes, whispering "Thanks," and rolled onto his stomach before Mulder pushed him, and spread his legs. Such a move of submission was so unexpected that Mulder first didn't react. He felt a lump in his throat. He didn't know what they had done to Krycek but this wasn't his usual behavior. The man was definitely not the one to give up, to submit. So why did he act like that?
Mulder grabbed the covers and pulled them up on Krycek's still shivering body. Then, very slowly, he grabbed Krycek and held him until the other man's back was resting against his chest. He felt something under his hand, and groped about. "What's that? You're wearing a chain, now?"
"The handcuffs' keys," Krycek explained in a tired voice.
Mulder unfastened it with a little laugh, "I didn't expect them to have a sense of humor," he commented while putting the keys in his jeans' pocket.
Krycek didn't reply, and again Mulder saw him blinking quickly, as to trying to hide tears.
"What did they do to you, Alex?" he asked in a low voice.
"They caught me by surprise," Krycek began. "They knocked me out. When I woke up, I was bound to a bed and blindfolded. Then that bastard entered the room. I knew it was him because of the smell of the cigarettes. I... I never thought he had that kind of... I... I never... before... with a man... he... he knew it..."
He stopped. He was shaking more and Mulder wondered how brutal Cancerman could have been to nearly break such a killing machine like Krycek.
"You're more innocent and sweet than I thought," the agent joked. But there wasn't malice in his voice, just a joke to ease the sudden atmosphere.
"Mulder?" Krycek asked, almost in a shy voice.
"I'm listening."
"Can I have a glass of water, please?"
Mulder had a quick laugh at the polite request which was so unlike Krycek. "Don't think I'm stupid, Krycek. You want to have your hands free but I'm not that foolish."
Krycek had a small sigh and closed his eyes but he didn't insist. Mulder remembered when they were in the snow and where Krycek fell; he had tried to eat some snow. Perhaps he was really thirsty.
"Did they give you food or water?" he asked.
"No."
The answer was brief and sharp. Krycek didn't ask for water again. He didn't plea. But his hoarse voice betrayed him. That and the hungry look he gave to the little bottle of water on the nightstand. Mulder took it and opened it. He sat up and helped the other man to do so. Then he gave him half the bottle. Krycek drank hungrily, and Mulder watched with fascination Krycek's
Adam's apple coming up and down as he was drinking. God! He looked so gorgeous, so wild, so... fuckable.
He eventually pulled away the bottle, "No more, Alex, or you're going to be sick."
Krycek breathed deeply, and whispered, "Thanks, Mulder. It's the first humane attention I received for two days."
Mulder answered in a husky voice, "You can thank me better than that!"
Krycek looked at him with surprise, then leaned toward him and kissed him tentatively on the lips.
"Never kissed a man, Alex?" Mulder asked.
"No," the other man answered with a smile. "I experienced a lot of things ordinary people had no idea even exists, but I never kissed a man. I haven't done any of those other things with a man either."
Mulder smiled at him and grabbed Krycek's face between his hands, before brushing his lips against the other man's. He licked Krycek's lips hungrily, tasting their salty taste, before requesting entrance. The other man tentatively parted his lips, and Mulder didn't waste time to explore the moist cavern, teasing Krycek's tongue until the young man responded to him, moaning. He seemed to appreciate the stroke.
Mulder made them lie down, face to face, still kissing Krycek. He slid his hand under the covers and gently cupped the other man's genitals. Krycek's cock was semi-hard, the man wasn't yet really aroused, only teased. But he spread his legs and Mulder didn't refuse the invitation, stroking the other man's sac, rolling the testicles between his fingers, before pumping lightly on Krycek's cock.
The other man started, and moaned in Mulder's mouth. The agent broke the kiss, asking, "Liked that, Alex?"
Krycek only replied by a nod, his breath turning heavy as Mulder was stroking him slowly, letting the pressure build in the other man's balls. Krycek began to bounce against Mulder's hand, as he bit his lower lip, his eyes filled with need. He swallowed convulsively as Mulder increased his rhythm, until Krycek gave a cry as he came hard, shooting his semen on Mulder's hand and on his own stomach.
When Mulder looked at him again, Krycek seemed to feel better. He still had dark circles around his eyes and he looked exhausted, but some color had returned to his cheeks and a little light was back in his green eyes. Mulder gave him little kisses on the lips, hugging him tightly.
"Liked it, Alex?" he asked.
"Fuck, yes!" Krycek replied, responding to his kisses.
But his voice was sleepy, and his eyes were blinking.
"Sleep, Alex," Mulder gently said. "You're exhausted."
Krycek let the other man cover him, but suddenly asked, "Mulder?" The agent stopped, stroking Krycek's hair. The other man resumed, "Are you going to kill me?"
Mulder took a deep breath. He knew the answer. He knew he was unable to kill Alex Krycek. He was unable to kill someone in cold blood, and especially that hunky fucktoy he just earned.
"No," he finally said. "But that doesn't mean you're free. I don't exactly know how I'm going to arrange that, but I really see you becoming my fucktoy."
Krycek had a half smile, and wriggled, trying to make himself comfortable to sleep, which was rather difficult with his hands tied in his back. But once more, he didn't ask anything. Mulder sighed and calling himself a moron, picked the handcuffs' key out of his jean pocket, and freed
Krycek's hands.
"Try to escape or to harm me, and you're a dead man!" he said. "And I'm serious here."
"I'll be a good boy," Krycek laughed in a sleepy voice.
Mulder waited a few minutes until Krycek's breath became regular before leaving him and showering. He had just put on a bathrobe when he heard his phone ringing.
"Mr Mulder?" a well-known voice asked.
"What do you want?"
"Where is Krycek's body?" Cigarette Smoking Man asked.
"Who told you I killed him?" Mulder asked.
He had expected the other man to be disconcerted but he was wrong. Cancerman simply said, "I guess that when we're speaking so friendly, Krycek is sleeping in your bed after you fucked him. Tell me, Mr Mulder, was he a little more cooperative than with me?"
Mulder was disgusted but he tried to hide it. "He was very cooperative," he said conversationally.
"You know, Mr Mulder, even the worst rat has his weaknesses. It took me time to find what Krycek's was. It was a delight to initiate him."
"And now?" Mulder asked.
"I knew you have the hots for him," the Smoking Man laughed. "I didn't fuck him only by pleasure. I knew you wanted him. I broke him. And I knew you would take pity on him."
"I still don't understand," Mulder said in an annoyed tone. "I fucked him. He enjoyed it. And then?"
"You had planned to bring him back with you to your home, hadn't you, Mr Mulder?" Cancerman asked. "You can't give up such a nice boytoy."
"Perhaps."
"Mr Skinner has already received the order to reintegrate him, Agent Mulder. Krycek is going to be your partner again."
"I thought they were already working together," Mulder replied.
He had discovered that Skinner's disease, which had nearly killed him, was a masterpiece signed Krycek, and that he had used it to make Skinner his contact. That's why the Assistant Director wasn't trustworthy anymore. At first, Mulder had been shocked and hurt, but now he understood. Skinner, like many other people, had no choice.
"Mr Skinner was working for Krycek, and now, he's working for us. You're working for us, too, Mr Mulder. You'll just going to have a new partner, that's all."
"And Scully?"
"Agent Scully will be part of the game, too, don't worry," Cancerman confirmed. Then he laughed,
"perhaps you'd made a nice threesome."
Mulder didn't even reply.
"Krycek had betrayed some of the Elders, Mr Mulder, and that why he had been punished. But now he's going to work with us, and you as well."
"What if I let him go?"
"You wouldn't do that, Mr Mulder, not after tasting him," Cancerman replied, before hanging up.
Mulder sighed and put the cellphone on the table. Cancerman was right. He couldn't give up Krycek. He had wanted him since the first time he had seen him, when Krycek wore a suit and a tie, was well shaved and looked... so young. Mulder remembered the hard time he had had near the swimming pool when he was only wearing a red swimsuit. Krycek had came, impeccable in his dark suit, and Mulder had tried to hide as best he could his growing erection. His only thought at this time to push the young man into the water, to tear off his clothes, and to fuck him senseless.
The snow was falling more and more and a blizzard was beginning. 'Great' Mulder thought 'we're trapped here for a while.' But it wasn't so bad. After all, he had thought to spend a week-end alone here, and now he had his living fantasy in his bed.
Krycek woke up a few hours later. He blinked his eyes, trying to remember where he was.
"Hi, Alex," Mulder said softly. He had his gun in his hand. Before falling asleep, Krycek was nearly broken, and apparently not really fighting. But now he was awake and obviously in a better state, the young man could be more dangerous.
But Krycek only sat up in the bed, and stretched, but immediately he winced in pain.
"What?" Mulder asked.
"My arm... I have a new prosthesis," Krycek began, before lowering his head.
"Look, man, don't be ashamed about that, okay? You're still gorgeous, and you do have the prettiest ass I've seen in years."
Krycek smiled, a real, genuine smile, that surprised Mulder. When Alex Krycek smiled it was like his face was bathed in a pure sunlight. He looked more handsome, younger, and... oh God, so sexy...
Mulder couldn't help but join him on the bed. He kept his gun in his hand, wondering how Krycek was going to react.
"Afraid of me?" the young man asked with a mocking smile.
Mulder smiled, too, and dropped the gun on the nightstand. What Krycek couldn't know was that the gun wasn't armed. 'If he tries to take it...'
But Krycek didn't make the slightest move. He stretched again, grimaced again with the pain, massaging his shoulder through the shirt material.
"You'd better remove it, you know," Mulder suggested.
Krycek shook his head, "I can stand it."
Mulder put a friendly hand on the young man's shoulder, "Look Alex, I know you're one-armed. I know it, and it doesn't mean I think you're any less gorgeous, handsome, sexy, hunky... uh, bring me a dictionary for more," he smiled. "Be proud of what you are, Alex. For a guy who has only one arm, you do great things."
Krycek didn't reply but Mulder felt him relax. Tentatively, the FBI agent stretched out his hand, and began to unfasten the young man's shirt. Krycek didn't protest. Mulder took it off, slowly, revealing Krycek's muscled chest and shoulders. He helped Krycek to remove his glove, then unfastened the straps of the prosthesis.
"I can now move my fingers, and bend my elbow," Krycek said softly. "It's not great yet, but it helped me a lot."
"You're a winner, Alex, you've always been," Mulder commented while removing the artificial arm. "You're not the kind to stay knocked out on the ground waiting for a miracle."
Krycek had a brief smile at the compliment. Mulder wrapped the prosthesis carefully in the shirt, then put it at the end of the bed. Krycek had lowered his eyes, not wanting to confront Mulder's look on his body.
"Look at me, Alex," Mulder said gently, stroking Krycek's cheek.
When their gazes met, the agent saw all the hurt that was lying in Krycek's soul, and he leaned forward, kissing him on the lips. "My beautiful Alex," he whispered. Krycek snuggled in his embrace, breathing deeply, as if a weight had been taken away from his heart. Mulder let him rest for a moment then pushed him gently away. "You need a shower, Alex." Krycek nodded and pushed the covers away.
"You'll find soap and all you need in the bathroom," Mulder told him. "But Alex... don't try to escape."
Krycek turned on his heels to face Mulder, "Do you think I'm that foolish?" he asked. "One, there is a storm outside, and I won't confront it only in a bathrobe. Two, that fucking bastard of Cancerman probably left men outside to watch after me."
He headed to the bathroom, leaving a thoughtful Mulder. Krycek was right. Cancerman probably did leave men near the cabin. But Mulder refused to worry. He was too happy to see some fighting spirit back in Krycek's attitude.
When Krycek came back, he looked a lot better. The dark circles around his eyes had almost faded and he had a little light in his green eyes. Mulder finished cooking the eggs, and put them down on the lower table, along with the bacon and the pastas.
"Dinner's ready," he said cheerfully.
Krycek didn't wait for a second invite. He sat down on the floor, crossing his legs, and began to eat. Mulder joined him, but soon laughed, "Eat slower, Alex. I'm not going to remove your plate before you finish."
"I didn't eat a single piece of food for two days," Krycek protested between two mouthfuls of food. "I'm so hungry I could eat the table."
They both laughed, and Mulder wondered why they were enemies. They could have been friends.
"I've got some news of our friend," he began. "We're both caught in his game. He knew I wouldn't kill you. And he knew I have the hots for you."
Krycek stopped eating. "So the fucking bastard planned all that," he spat. "One day he will pay."
"Why? Aren't you happy with me?" Mulder teased him.
"You know what I mean," Krycek replied. "I hate when he thinks he can control me."
Mulder told him about the rest of the conversation, and Krycek sighed. "It seems I have no choice... for now."
But he didn't say anymore and Mulder wondered what kind of strategy Alex Krycek was planning. But he lost his train of thought when Krycek yawned, whispering, "God, I slept all the afternoon, and I'm still tired."
"Go back to bed," Mulder proposed in a husky voice.
Krycek had a half smile and headed to the bed, removing his bathrobe in one move, before sliding down under the covers. Mulder quickly joined him in the warm bed, snuggling against the young man, before kissing him deeply. He didn't waste time to cup Krycek's balls in his hand, until the young man was moaning in desire.
Mulder let his hand slide from Krycek's balls to his asscheeks, teasing his puckered opening. Immediately, the young man tensed, and Mulder could see in his eyes the light of arousal being replaced by a real sadness, and again resignation. Krycek closed his eyes.
"Look at me, Alex," Mulder said softly, patting Krycek's ass.
Krycek opened his eyes again, and Mulder wondered how hurt the young man was, how traumatized by the brutal rapes he had gone through. 'Including mine,' Mulder thought with some guilt.
"I know you have bad memories, Alex," Mulder began kindly, hugging the other man. "And I know I'm part of it. But this time will be different, Alex. Trust me."
"I don't have real choice, do I?" Krycek asked.
"You do have choice, Alex. I don't want to scare you," Mulder said.
"Scare me?" Krycek replied with some anger. "Don't joke. I don't like that, but I can take it like a man. Sorry if I gave the feeling I was suddenly a little girl, Fox. I was just tired."
But Mulder didn't buy it. He knew Krycek was terrified at the idea of being penetrated again. And Mulder wanted to erase that bad feeling. He gently kissed the young man again, and whispered in his ear, "Let me show you how it can be good, Alex. I'm sure you're going to enjoy it."
Krycek relaxed a little when Mulder's hand slid against his back and stroked his ass. When he felt the other man was accustomed to his hand, he stretched and opened the nightstand drawer, taking the tube of lube. He put a bit on his fingers, and explained, "I'm going to stretch you, Alex. As slowly as you need. Just relax and trust me."
"I can try," Krycek breathed.
Mulder slid further under the covers, and teased Krycek's semi-hard cock with the tip of his tongue.
Krycek had a distinct moan. "Jesus, Mulder!" he exclaimed when Mulder wrapped his hot mouth around the now rock hard shaft.
The agent gently sucked while his hand seeked for the tight opening. Krycek had a little start when he introduced his forefinger in his ass, but soon relaxed as Mulder began to pump, teasing the nerves on the ring muscles. Slowly, Mulder slid another digit, this time scissoring his fingers to
stretch the young man a little more, before entering him with a third finger. Krycek was moaning, his hand stroking Mulder's mussed hair.
"More," he begged, bucking against the agent's hand.
Mulder withdrew his fingers, cleansing them quickly on a tissue. Krycek wanted to roll on his stomach but Mulder stopped him.
"Lay on your back," he said.
Krycek obeyed and whispered, "You're a real genius at making me feel vulnerable."
Mulder smiled while positioning between the young man's open legs. "Yes, and you like it."
He put a few pillows under the young man's head and back, and the other man frowned. "I want you to watch," Mulder only said. Krycek had an unexpected and genuine blush, but his cock twitched in Mulder's stroking hand. The agent slowly entered him, looking at Krycek's face. He knew that the sight of his cock slowly swallowed by Krycek's ass and the feeling of his hard shaft brushing against the puckered opening would send the young man to the edge. Krycek's cock hardened more as his gaze was locked on their joining.
Mulder began thrusting slowly, letting Krycek becoming accustomed to his size, before leaning down against the young man's chest and kissing him deeply, Krycek's cock was sandwiched between their sweating bodies. Mulder thrust his tongue hard and deep in Krycek's mouth, mimicking what his cock was doing in the young man's tight channel, until Krycek moaned aloud,
hugging him with his valid arm, wrapping his legs around Mulder's waist, bucking his hips against the agent's.
Mulder pushed more, hitting for the first time Krycek's prostate, swallowing the young man's cry of pleasure, before repeating the stroke, again and again, until Krycek came hard, shooting jets of hot sperm on their stomachs, his whole body caught by spasms of pleasure. Mulder, overwhelmed by the feeling, came at his turn, adding new drops of semen to the creamy liquid that was still there.
They stayed for a while like that, still joined, panting, trying to catch their breath. Krycek kissed Mulder in the neck, just behind the ear, before relaxing against the pillows.
"Liked it, Alex?" Mulder teased him.
Krycek had another of his surprisingly genuine smiles, and licked his lips, "Can we do it again, Mulder?"
They laughed, and Mulder disentangled himself from Krycek's body, but only to lie down beside him and huge him.
"I'm sorry for the first time, Alex," Mulder whispered. "I'm aware that I didn't act any better than Cancerman."
"He was a lot more brutal than you, Mulder," Krycek sighed. "Don't feel guilty about that. I've done worse to you."
Mulder smiled and kissed Krycek on the lips, then put the other man's head rest on his shoulder. Krycek teased Mulder's nipples with his fingers, before telling suddenly, "Your father's murderer... is dead, Mulder. I shot him a few months ago, when he tried to capture me."
"How did you know it was him?"
"Because..." Krycek began, trying to find the right words. "I respected your father, Mulder. He had some good ideas. When the Consortium decided to execute him, I didn't agree, but of course they didn't listen to me. I tried to warn your father, but I came too late. That's why I was there."
Mulder stayed silent for a while, digesting the news, his hand playing in Krycek's hair. Something deep in him told him that the young man wasn't lying. A weight was slowly taken off his heart. He hugged Krycek more, letting them slide into a deep sleep.
Monday morning...
"May I drive?" Krycek asked the following Monday morning as they were about to go back into town.
The snow storm had stopped during the night, and the roads had been cleared enough to be safe. Mulder and Krycek had spent the whole Sunday in bed, making love and chatting, and Mulder had the strange feeling they were now almost... friends? Mates, at least.
"You can," Mulder replied, tossing him the keys.
He understood that Krycek wanted to prove, perhaps to himself, that he was able to drive with his new artificial arm. Mulder hid a smile. He had never expected such weaknesses from the young man.
At 9 AM, they stopped in the suburbs for a quick breakfast, in a little bar. They ate quickly some muffins and coffee, before Krycek asked for a little walk.
"Need to breath?" Mulder asked.
"Need of you," Krycek whispered as they arrived in the back of the house. He suddenly grabbed Mulder by the arm and pushed him against the wall, kissing him deeply until Mulder moaned.
The FBI agent distinctly heard someone coughing next to him. He gently pushed Krycek away and saw agent Dana Scully, clad in her usual black coat, looking at him with some surprise on her lovely face.
"I'm sorry to disturb you in such good company, Mulder, but I saw you in the bar, and I believed that your friend was Krycek. When I saw him heading you here, I was afraid for you..."
She never ended her sentence. Krycek turned back and she opened her mouth wide, and wider when she saw Mulder putting his hand on Krycek's shoulder.
Krycek told Scully with a cocky smile, "You should close your mouth, Dana. From here, I can almost see the color of your panties!"
THE END
Natasha aka Mallory