Title: Uncertain Allies VI - The Kiss
Author: Lycanthrophile (lycanthrophile@imadethis.org)
Fandom: The X-Files
Spoilers: Season 5
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own them, or things would be
run very differently. They belong to TenThirteen
Productions and no copyright infringement intended.
Rating: NC17 for male/male sex, violence, language
Summary: Krycek pays Mulder a little visit.
Word Count: 2,296
Archive: Please inform me
Mulder couldn't believe the situation.
He had come home after delivering his report to Assistant
Director Skinner. For once, he had given his boss a
rational explanation for what Scully and the other
survivors of the massacre on tha bridge in Pennsylvania had
experienced. And then Skinner, the non-believer had the
gall to tell him that "extraterrestrial phenomena was a
more plausable explanation." So he had left in disgust,
without a word to Scully. Mulder had come directly home,
only to find a note on his floor. A note Alex Krycek had
left for him.
All throughout his conversation with his ex-partner, Mulder
felt that the roles had been reversed. Krycek was talking
about a coming alien invasion with perfect seriousness, and
Mulder was discounting his every word. "You're a murderer,
a liar, and a coward," he had retorted. "Just because you
stick a gun to my chest, I'm supposed to believe you're my
friend?" He winced internally at how bitter the words
sounded. If the situation were reversed, he would be
holding a gun on Krycek.
His former partner considered that momentarily. "Get up,"
he said, moving away slightly, allowing Mulder to sit up.
"I was sent by a man," Krycek said. "A man who knows, as I
do, the resistance is in our grasp, and in yours. The mass
incinerations were strikes by an alien rebellion to upset
plans for occupation. Now, one of these rebels is being
held captive. And if he dies... So does the resistance."
Then Krycek leaned forward and kissed Mulder's cheek.
Mulder didn't move away, nor did he reciprocate. Krycek
broke the kiss with a loud smack, and looked into Mulder's
eyes. In a moment of reckless bravado, he twirled the gun
in his fingers, offering the butt to Mulder. 'Kill my
body,' he thought. 'You've already killed my heart with
your coldness.' Standing, he slowly turned to leave. 'This
will be the last time I see him.' "Good luck to you, my
friend," he said, too heartsick to realize he had slipped
into the Russian he had been speaking so much lately. Then
he strode on, resolute.
Mulder sat there for a long moment, stunned at what had
just happened. He looked at the gun in his hand and at the
retreating back and came to a decision. Swiftly he stood
and followed Krycek out of his apartment. Krycek didn't
look back, but the split second break in the younger man's
stride told Mulder that he knew he was being followed. 'I
shouldn't do this,' a critical voice that sounded
remarkably like his father's chided. But that voice shut up
when his eyes slid over Krycek's form to rest on his ass.
Just as Mulder caught up with Krycek, the elevator door
opened. The younger man slipped inside as soon as the doors
were wide enough to admit him. Krycek reached over,
punching the 'close door' button. But he wasn't quite fast
enough. Mulder blocked the doors open and stepped inside.
Both men stared eye to each other, wondering what would
happen next, Krycek preparing to be beaten.
What happened next, however, was not completely unexpected
by Krycek. "I need to know, Alex." Mulder advanced to
within inches of Krycek's face, close enough for each man
to taste the other's breath. His voice was deadly earnest,
voicing a doubt he had carried for a long time. "Were you
ordered to sleep with me?"
He stared back at Mulder unashamed. There was no hesitation
in Krycek's answer. "I was not ordered to fall in love with
you." His chin lifted a little higher, making it clear that
he had never harbored the idea of betraying Mulder that
way. Whatever Mulder thought of him, Krycek had kept faith
with Mulder in that one important way.
The words took Mulder's breath away. Closing the last few
inches, the older man kissed Krycek, pressing him against
the wall. Mulder kissed Krycek the way Krycek had wanted to
kiss Mulder scant minutes ago, warm and pliant lips
feasting on the moist and ripe mouth beneath them, tongue
probing, taking what was offered, but not demanding more
than his lover was willing to give.
But Krycek was willing to give Mulder everything. After
spending endless minutes dueling with Mulder's tongue, he
began kissing and nipping Mulder's neck, paying particular
attention to his adam's apple. Mulder groaned and slid his
hands down to Krycek's ass, frustrated that the denim was
so tight that he couldn't slip his hands inside the
material. Krycek reacted as if Mulder had touched bare
flesh and thrust his hips into the older man's with a
hungry moan.
Mulder turned away from Krycek for a moment and hit the
'emergency stop' button on the panel. He couldn't let
Krycek just walk out of his life like this. Turning back to
his former partner, Mulder fell to his knees with a thud,
all the while staring into those wide green eyes. Krycek
shook his head no as Mulder raised his hands to his crotch.
"No," he whispered.
Hazel eyes pierced green. "Do you want me to stop?" Mulder
asked, fingers ever so lightly tracing Krycek's cock and
balls through the fabric.
Krycek took a deep breath and leaned his head back against
the wall. Mouth sagging open, he shook his head slowly from
side to side. Mulder peeled the jeans and briefs away from
Krycek's hips, the younger man wiggling to aid the process.
For all too few precious minutes, there would be no
Consortium, no Black Oil, no betrayal. There would only be
two star crossed lovers sharing their bodies and their
pleasure in an all too brief encounter.
Krycek hissed and clenched his fist at Mulder's first touch
on his exposed cock, his ex-partner's nose tracing up the
underside to place a feather light kiss on the tip. Mulder
grinned at the reaction. "Been a while, Alex?" he said,
tugging Krycek's hips a little further forward.
Mulder was so intent on the bobbing erection in front of
him that he didn't see Krycek bite his lips to keep from
blurting anything out. 'No!' Krycek's mind replied.
'Yesterday I fucked that blond informant of yours. But she
was no where as good as you are.' He approached the sexual
relationship with Covarrubias the same way he had
approached his deal with Cancerman - a rather unpleasant
thing he was willing to go through to get ahead in life.
The sex had been good, but only because he had fantasized
it was Mulder he was with the whole time, no mean feat
given the obvious physical differences between Mulder and
Covarrubias. The fact that the bitch had stabbed him in the
back before he could betray her just added to a sense of
wounded pride.
Krycek looked down at Mulder. The older man's left hand was
caressing his ass, the middle finger of his right swirling
in and out of that luscious mouth with its sinfully
tempting lower lip. His hazel eyes with their green flecks
and worshipful expression never wavered from Krycek's cock.
'I can't do this, not after...,' Krycek thought. Oddly
enough, he felt more ashamed for sleeping with Covarrubias
than he did for spying on Mulder, as if he had betrayed his
lover in a worse way. He was a lying rat bastard who didn't
deserve the blindingly blissful pleasure Mulder would
bestow. He began to twist to the side, trying to avoid
Mulder.
"Oh no you don't!" Mulder exclaimed. He knew that Krycek
was not telling the whole truth, and he had come to the
realization that he probably would never learn it from his
lover. But he wouldn't let Krycek's past sins come between
them at this moment. The next time he saw Krycek, he would
probably fall back into the same old pattern - slap his
ex-partner around, accuse him of killing his father and
kidnapping Scully, and then momentarily forgiving and
fucking him. 'Don't go there,' he warned himself. Wanting
to forget, if only for a few minutes, he pinned Krycek to
the wall with his free left arm and swallowed Krycek's cock
in one gulp as his finger entered Krycek's ass.
Krycek groaned, sagging further against the wall of the
elevator. Mulder was bringing his full, talented mouth to
bear, alternately sucking, licking, and nibbling on his
erection. He began to thrust instinctively, the finger in
his ass brushing his prostate with every move. Krycek gave
a strangled yelp, nearing the outskirts of orgasm. Mulder
responded by sucking and fingering the younger man harder,
remembering the not quite violence that always seemed to
get Krycek as hot as the gentlest caress. Krycek came with
a half stifled scream, Mulder eagerly swallowing his
essence.
Knees turning wobbly, Krycek leaned against the back of the
elevator for support. He was so caught up in the aftermath
that he didn't hear the snick of a zipper being lowered, or
notice that Mulder was no longer touching him. He did start
paying attention when strong hands turned him around,
pressed him to his knees, and a well lubricated cock,
sheathed in latex, pressed in between his asscheeks. "Thank
god you remembered to put condoms in you jacket this time,
Alex," Mulder's voice breathed into his ear.
"Old habits, ooh, die hard," Krycek gasped out as Mulder
began penetrating the tight ring of muscle. He didn't dare
say why they were really there - that the Consortium, with
their interest in genetic manipulation, had been
engineering some very interesting and very ugly social
diseases. He wouldn't have put it past Covarrubias (or Them
using her as an oblivious carrier) to try to infect him as
a means of assassination. But that train of thought was
forgotten once Mulder began to set a demanding rhythm. Soon
everything was forgotten but the slap of flesh against
flesh, the balls slamming into balls, the push and pull of
a cock against asshole, and the effort of trying to
maintain his balance on knees and one hand. The artificial
arm wasn't stable enough to bear part of his weight.
Mulder groaned as Krycek bent lower, trying to give him
better access. His hand was a poor substitute for the tight
furnace he found his cock embraced in. 'And speaking of
hands,' he thought with a twinge of guilty sadness. Pushing
in to the hilt, Mulder wrapped his arms Krycek and
resettled, his legs beneath Krycek, and his lover impaling
himself on Mulder's rigid prick. Then the passage
encircling him contracted and Mulder threw back his head
with a part yell, part moan. He allowed Alex to lift off of
him and sank to the floor. Once he removed the condom,
Mulder pulled the young man into his arms.
Krycek slid to one side of his lover and nestled his face
into the other man's neck. Mulder glanced through half
lidded eyes at his satisfied-for-the-moment member, and
then in wide, surprised ones at Krycek newly full erection.
"Can't keep a good man down," he quipped as he slid a hand
along Krycek's thigh.
But Krycek stood up, looking at Mulder with a sincere
sadness battling with arousal as he punched the ground
floor button again. "We can't. If I stay here any longer,
They will come after me. And they won't have any qualms
about taking out any bystanders if it ensures my death."
Mulder opened his mouth to deny this, and then shut it,
knowing that Krycek was right. But knowing and liking were
two different things. He stood up and pulled his slacks
back into place. He heard the rustle of cloth and looked
up. Krycek had pulled up his jeans but was struggling one
handed with his belt. Mulder stepped up behind him and
kissed his neck. "Allow me," he whispered in Krycek's ear
before nipping the lobe. Strong and infinitely gentle hands
teased the buckle to close on the proper hole in the
leather.
Krycek turned in Mulder's arms. He stared into Mulder's
hazel eyes the way he had in the apartment a lifetime of
minutes ago. Then he kissed Mulder again. But this time
instead of pecking his lover's cheek, Krycek pressed his
lips to Mulder's, freeing all the passion he felt for this
man. He kissed Mulder, trying to communicate how sorry he
was for their current situation, and how he wished things
could be different between them. And in the depths of the
soul some claimed he did not have, he knew Mulder
understood, and felt the same way.
They broke apart before the elevator doors opened. Both men
looked as normal as they both ever did, except for kiss
swollen lips. Without a word, Krycek stepped out of the
elevator and started to walk away. But before the doors
slid shut, he turned back to Mulder and said something in
Russian. Then the elevator closed, blocking each man from
the sight of the other.
Mulder spent the elevator ride back up to his apartment in
silence. Even if he didn't have a photographic memory, the
words Krycek said, or at least what he thought Krycek said,
would stay with with him forever.
He hadn't told Scully, but he had been taking a Russian
language course at the local community college. The phrase
Krycek had uttered the second time was not quite the same
as the first. He thought he knew what his ex-partner had
said, but wasn't absolutely certain of the translation.
When he got back to the apartment, the first think he did
was pick up the Russian/English dictionary. "Just what I
thought," he mumbled to himself with a touch of sadness
when he found what he was looking for. Krycek had replaced
the word 'friend' for another.
'Beloved.'
The End
