From: "Satina" To: ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW FIC: Triangle 3: Deals, M/K, NC-17, 1/3 Date: Friday, June 28, 2002 1:45 AM Title: Triangle 3: Deals Author: Satina Date: June 25, 2002 Pairing: M/K Rating: NC-17 Status: Finished Archive: If it's posted to your list, it's yours, and if it's not, just ask. Feedback: I neeeeeeeeed it. satina@hegalplace.com Series/Sequel: This is the third in the Triangle series, sequel to Triangle 2: Allies Spoilers: Big Tunguska/Terma reference and Triangle, of course. My website: http://www.hegalplace.com/satina Disclaimers: Sigh...get real. They're mine tonight. Summary: Krycek tests the boundaries of the new deal. Notes: Thank you, Shan-love, for turning into a big puddle of guh while reading my first few pages and making me really wanna finish this. ;-) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Mulder kicked off his shoes as he loosened his tie and flung his jacket over the back of his desk chair. He made a quick detour to the fridge to grab a beer and took a long drink, spilling a little on his shirt. He plopped down into his chair and booted up his computer, rubbing absently at the wet stain. He sniffed and scrubbed his hand through his hair with a yawn, bringing up his email. He stopped in mid-yawn as one in particular caught his eye. ------------- From: 2dropsshort@fastmail.fm To: MFLuder@hotmail.com You have what I want. I have what you want. When and where do you want it? ------------- Mulder stared, mouth still half-open in the aborted yawn. He felt his cock begin to swell. His mouth snapped shut as he began to rapidly type, and by the time he hit send, his breathing was fast and shallow. ------------- From: MFLuder@hotmail.com To: 2dropsshort@fastmail.fm Midnight. Here. Tonight. ------------- He sorted through the rest of his email with half-attention and then downed his beer, heading for the shower. As he squirted a dollop of shampoo into his palm, he realized his hand was shaking slightly. He breathed deeply and tried not to think too much about the fact that it wasn't just the information that had his heart trip-hammering. # He was sitting on the couch, ass perched on the edge, mindlessly flipping through infomercials when he heard the very soft knock on his door. His head jerked up and he looked at the door and then his watch. Five minutes to midnight. At least the son of a bitch was punctual. He stood, smoothing his sweaty hands down over his worn jeans. He raked a hand through his hair, grabbed up his gun, and padded on bare feet over to the door. He looked through the viewhole and inhaled sharply. He'd known it would be Krycek, of course, but knowing it and seeing it were two different matters, and as he watched Krycek look nervously from side to side, clenching his jaw, he made a conscious effort to slow and deepen his breaths. He closed his eyes, taking another steadying breath, then pulled the door open quickly. Krycek flinched just slightly, startled by the sudden movement, and Mulder wordlessly waved him in with the gun. As Krycek stepped past him, Mulder couldn't help but inhale deeply. His brows arched as the scent of expensive cologne reached him. The smell was subtle and blended perfectly with the scent of the man himself, and Mulder let out a silent, trembling breath as he pushed the door shut behind his visitor. He made his face blank and turned around to face him, gun held loosely directed at his middle. Krycek was standing in the middle of his foyer, fake hand tucked into the left pocket of his leather jacket, black leather-clad right hand clenched into a fist at his side, bouncing slightly against the hard thigh. He looked around at the window, couch, door, and walls. Anywhere but at Mulder. Mulder took a breath and willed his heart to stop pounding. Krycek's gaze zeroed in on Mulder's, and Mulder felt his throat close. The two men locked eyes for a moment, then Krycek blinked and spoke. "I'm upping the stakes," he said in a rough voice. Mulder just arched an eyebrow. Krycek took a breath. "What I have here...they'd kill me if they knew I had it. They'd do it slowly if they knew I was about to give it to you. Then they'd kill you." Mulder felt his breath quicken. What was Krycek offering? He felt his chest expand and contract rapidly and tightened his hold on the gun. He gave a curt nod to encourage Krycek to continue. "I'm fucking stupid to be doing this," Krycek said, looking to the side and making his mouth a frustrated tight line before meeting Mulder's implacable gaze again. "Stupid and too Goddamned weak. I'm putting your life in danger, Mulder. You have to be careful. Promise me..." He trailed off, his lips firming in another line. "Just give it to me, Krycek," said Mulder, surprised at how calm his voice sounded. He watched Krycek squint and frown, and for a moment he couldn't look away from the little crinkle at the bridge of Krycek's nose. His ring finger twitched against the grip of the gun, wanting to smooth it away. He gave an imperceptible shake of the head. Ridiculous. Krycek took another deep breath, steeling his gaze. "Like I said," he rasped quietly. "I'm upping the stakes. This is a big haul, here, Mulder. I'm putting my life on the line. Jesus, I'm putting both of our lives at risk for this." Mulder's eyes narrowed but he said nothing, waiting for the bottom line. "I wa...want you for the night," whispered Krycek nearly inaudibly. "One night. Whatever I want." He sighed the last, breathing heavily. Mulder frowned, a tingle of discomfort working its way up his spine. This was supposed to be about him getting what he wanted by giving in to Krycek's need for him. He was supposed to make the rules. State the demands. Set the expectations. He readjusted his grip on the gun, making his eyes cold. "We'll see. What have you got?" Krycek let out a careful, controlled sigh and reached into his pocket with his gloved hand. He brought out a small, crumpled piece of paper, clutching it firmly in his fist. "These are the names of the men in the group who are part of the resistance," Krycek whispered, squinting. "The men who've decided to go against the others and side with the rebels." Mulder took in a deep breath and let it out slowly through pursed lips. Men on the inside. Men who knew everything. Men who might be willing to share that knowledge with him. Men who might work with him to bring 'them' down. He stood stiffly, regarding Krycek as Krycek regarded him. Krycek kept the piece of paper squeezed tightly in his fist, just the barest tip of white paper peeking out against the skin-tight black leather. Finally, after several minutes of extremely loaded silence, Mulder thumbed the safety on and flipped the gun back in his hand, barrel turning to the ceiling. He didn't put the gun away, holding it there between them, pointed at his light fixture. "How do I know the list is for real?" he asked with an arrogant raise of his chin. "Were the doctors' names legit?" countered Krycek, raising his own. Mulder narrowed his eyes. As far as he and Scully had been able to tell, all four of the doctors Krycek had named had very odd histories culminating in their sudden disappearance from the clinic. They were still working on tracking them down, but so far, the names seemed to be kosher. He nodded slowly. Krycek said nothing, letting his past disclosure speak for itself. Mulder breathed deeply, jaw clenching as he considered what he was agreeing to. Would Krycek want to hurt him? Debase him? Would he want to make Mulder beg as he had? Well, this definitely wasn't going to be 'anything goes'. Mulder had no intention of lowering himself to Krycek's level. "If we're gonna do this," Mulder began, and he watched Krycek's eyes flicker. "We're gonna be very clear about what I'm willing to give." Mulder felt himself flush, and he shifted uneasily on his bare feet. Krycek nodded briefly, his intense eyes never leaving Mulder's. "So," said Mulder, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. "What do you want?" Krycek took a deep breath and swallowed. "I wanna...suck you," he started, swallowing again before continuing. "Then I want...to fuck you." Mulder blinked, his breath hitching as he watched Krycek's chest rise and fall with rapid, shallow breaths. His dick, which until now had been half- hard, was stiff and pushing against the only-slightly-yeilding denim of his old jeans. He tried to steady his voice, but it still came out shaky. "Give me the list." Krycek's lips parted slightly, his small, pink tongue flicking over them several times before his teeth closed on the bottom one. He very slowly extended his hand, fingers uncurling gradually from around the tattered scrap of a note. Mulder waited until Krycek's arm was fully extended, then placed his hand under Krycek's, letting the note fall into it. Krycek withdrew his hand and Mulder brought the note up close to his face. He absently tucked his gun into the back waistband of his jeans as he pulled the wrinkles out of the paper with both hands, straining to see the names. There weren't many, and he recognized none of them, but something made him believe that what Krycek had given him was the truth. He looked up at Krycek, the excitement sparkling in the depths of his eyes, then turned and wordlessly led Krycek into his living room. He crossed the room and put his gun in the desk, setting the paper carefully on the corner. He wanted to be able to see it while...the rest of the transaction took place. He felt rather than heard Krycek follow him and vaguely wondered how Krycek knew to avoid the squeaky places in the floor. He stood in front of the desk and saw Krycek's reflection approaching him from behind. He closed his eyes, breathing hard, waiting for the first touch. As Krycek's gloved hand settled on his right shoulder, he let out a small noise of discomfort. Krycek's thumb began moving soothingly against his trapezius muscle, and Mulder heard a soft "Sshhhh..." from behind. He frowned and concentrated on relaxing his body, which had gone rigid the moment Krycek's hand had touched him. "I'm not gonna hurt you," Krycek breathed. "Never hurt you." Mulder was panting now as he felt the heat of Krycek's breath on his neck. He whimpered as Krycek's warm, soft lips pressed against the side of his throat. He noticed Krycek was groaning softly against his skin at the same time he noticed his head had tilted to the side to allow Krycek access. His eyes fluttered open before he knew they were closed, and he focused in on the scrap of paper on the edge of his desk. 'Doing this for the intel,' he told himself. 'Krycek needs me, I need the information.' Krycek's hot tongue began painting patterns up his neck and his earlobe was sucked into a sweet heat. A heavy, gloved hand slid down his side to gently grip his waist. He grunted and closed his eyes again, grabbing the back of the chair to steady his slightly-swaying body. "Thank you," Krycek murmured into his ear, his hand slowly sliding around to the front of Mulder's body. "Thank you for giving me this." Mulder found his hand rising to Krycek's, warm on his stomach, and he didn't know if he intended to push it away or just take hold of it. He aborted the motion and forced his hand back to his side, making a fist against his thigh. Krycek pulled his hand back and Mulder could feel his attempts to remove the glove with his teeth. "Leave...leave it on," he murmured. Krycek went still behind him, then lowered his hand back down to Mulder's hip. "All right." The hand, so warm even through the tight leather of the glove, slid slowly, slowly down under the waistband of Mulder's jeans. Krycek's body was pressing against Mulder's from behind, and Mulder felt the hard evidence of Krycek's excitement being pushed into one buttcheek. He bit his lip and forced himself to keep allowing the touches. "Oh God!" He gasped as the leather curled in a firm, gentle grip around his hard cock. A high, deep, tortured groan burned in his ear. He began to feel panicky, the pleasure near pain as Krycek began gently, rhythmically squeezing, his hips thrusting against Mulder slowly from behind. "God...wanted you so much," Krycek said into his neck, pulling Mulder's body harder in against his own with his arm. Mulder felt the pressure and then pain as Krycek sucked hard on the skin of his neck, and when he felt the pulse of the pain in his neck match the throb of his erection wrapped in Krycek's gloved hand, he cried out softly. "Sorry...sorry," gasped Krycek, licking the bruise he'd made and then moving his lips against it in a brush of a kiss. Mulder couldn't find the courage to tell him that he'd cried out because it was so achingly good, he merely began moving his own hips, thrusting into Krycek's grip as Krycek's hard-on ground against his ass. "Can I kiss you?" Krycek whispered in his ear. Mulder shivered and whimpered, moving his face haltingly to the side, truly scared of meeting Krycek's lips with his own but unable to stop himself from doing so. With a deep groan, Krycek claimed his mouth, whimpering and immediately pressing his tongue into Mulder's mouth, stroking through it hungrily, thoroughly, moaning the whole time. Mulder whimpered and struggled to stay standing, leaning now into Krycek's hot body, wondering if he was going to come inside his jeans before Krycek's mouth ever got on his cock. At the thought of having the mouth that was currently sucking away his breath wrapped around his dick, he groaned deeply and urgently and thrust hard into Krycek's fist. Krycek grunted into his mouth then pulled his lips from Mulder's. "Come with me to the couch," he said, punctuating his request with a kiss. "Please?" Mulder felt the hand let go of his throbbing erection and slide out of his jeans and couldn't stop the small whimper as he missed its heat instantly. He was terrified to actually turn and face Krycek now, and he stood uncertainly, noticing his reflection in the glass of his window for the first time. His eyes were at half-mast, his lips parted on panting breaths and glistening with the evidence of their long, wet kiss. The crotch of his jeans was ludicrously bulging and the muscles and tendons of his arms stood out in relief from the tension of holding his hands at his sides. Then he also realized that anyone looking at his window could have just witnessed that rather obscene display. He closed his eyes in shame. As if sensing his discomfort, Krycek reached around Mulder and snapped off his lamp, throwing the living room into darkness relieved only by the soft glow of the fishtank and the halogen haze from the streetlamps outside. Mulder sighed, and after a few more moments of collecting his composure, turned around. He found himself being pulled in roughly against Krycek's unyeilding body, one rock-hard arm circling his waist and holding him still as his mouth was taken again. This time he allowed his own hands to rise, haltingly bringing them up around Krycek's body, sliding them under the leather jacket and earning him a deep growling groan as they clutched at the firm muscles of Krycek's back under a thin layer of cotton. He felt a moment of disequilibrium as Krycek began walking him backward, across the room. He heard the scrape of wood on wood as Krycek shoved the coffee table away from the couch with his foot, then he felt himself being lowered down onto the leather cushions. Krycek let his mouth go and brushed his hand down Mulder's hard thigh as he stood up over Mulder, staring down at him, licking wet, swollen lips over and over. Then, never taking his eyes off Mulder's, he lowered himself gracefully to his knees between Mulder's legs, pushing them apart slightly to admit him. Mulder was so hard and so ready that it hurt, and the added strain of the denim stretching over his erection forced a pained whimper from his throat. Krycek immediately reached up and began working the button of Mulder's jeans free with his gloved hand. Mulder let his own hands lie at his sides, clutching slightly at the leather of his couch as Krycek lowered his zipper carefully. "Wanted this so bad...for so long," Krycek sighed. Mulder swallowed. "Why did you make me work so hard for it before, then?" he breathed, surprised at the disappointment in his voice. Krycek laughed softly, shifting on his knees. "God, Mulder, I didn't believe you." His voice became soft and serious. "I just thought you were fucking with me. Figured you'd get me on my knees, get your information, then pistol- whip me and leave me for dead." Mulder frowned and his hands twitched against the sweaty leather, wanting to touch the sad face in front of him, stroke through the dark, gleaming hair. Krycek had every reason to expect that. In fact, Mulder had every reason to actually *do* that. But Mulder hadn't. He abandoned that train of thought before letting himself truly consider why. "Mulder," said Krycek, sounding a little embarassed. "Can you help me...get your jeans down?" Mulder blinked, staring at the black hand resting on his thigh, then he looked at Krycek's other 'arm', bent stiffly, false hand still tucked into his jacket pocket. Wordlessly, he lifted his hips and pushed his jeans and underwear down his thighs. He heard the loud exhale of Krycek's breath and felt it blow softly over his hot, hard flesh. He intended to push his pants all the way down, but Krycek's one hand did the work of two, grabbing the pants and very quickly pulling them down one leg then the other, quickly tugging them off over his bare feet. "Oh God, so fucking incredible," sighed Krycek, sliding his hand up Mulder's thigh. Mulder's cock, finally blissfully free of its denim prison, jumped and rose higher as the gloved hand came nearer. Mulder couldn't meet Krycek's eyes, staring only at that black hand as it moved up his leg, crying out softly as it wrapped around the base of his cock. "Wuh-wait," Mulder gasped, eyes squeezed tightly closed. Krycek's hand went still on his cock, and the sound of his breathing filled the room. Mulder opened his eyes and finally let himself look at Krycek, and he was as surprised as Krycek at the tiny whimper that squeezed out of his throat as their eyes met. "Take off your clothes," he whispered before he could lose his nerve. Krycek's lips curved up in a smile and he bent and pressed them against Mulder's hot, tense thigh. It jumped at their touch, as did Mulder's cock, and Mulder let out a long, slow sigh as Krycek's gloved hand left his erection. Krycek stood and shrugged out of his leather jacket, lifting his fake arm from his pocket and pulling the jacket down off the plastic hand. Mulder's eyes focused in on the prosthesis, intensely curious, and Krycek, noticing his scrutiny, frowned slightly, creating that tiny crinkle between his brows. Mulder knew Krycek assumed he was bothered, maybe even disgusted by the piece of plastic, but Mulder was really just very intrigued. And somewhat ashamed. "Sorry," he murmured as Krycek pulled his T-shirt off over his head. "Wasn't your fault, Mulder," Krycek replied softly, gloved hand reaching for the button on his own jeans. "No, I know. I mean the crack about the wrists...wrist," he said, dropping his eyes. Krycek gasped softly, and he stopped, button undone. "It's okay, Mulder," he said, eyes slightly widened in surprise. Mulder looked up and Krycek was squinting at him, gloved hand resting at his waist. They shared one very uncomfortable moment, then one corner of Krycek's mouth curved up in a friendly smirk. "You can make it up to me by letting me suck your cock," he said softly, words turning to breath as he said them. Mulder gasped. "Yes," he breathed, putting his hands on his thighs and sliding them up and down, restraining from touching himself as Krycek's smirk turned into a full smile and he unzipped his jeans, kicking off his boots. He bent and removed his jeans and socks and underwear, then unbent his body slowly, revealing it to Mulder's close assessment. Mulder inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, trying not to be too obvious as he drank in the sight of Krycek's amazing body from head to toe. The face he'd seen before, but had he never noticed how beautiful it was? Had he never seen that look of open want, both hard and soft at the same time, which shone from the dark pools of his eyes? The shadows of his long lashes, the soft pink of his lips and glint of white teeth? This wasn't good, seeing Krycek this way, all beauty and grace, all temptation and need. Even as he told himself that, he slid his eyes from Krycek's nervous face, down the long, strong neck and over two broad, well-sculpted shoulders. He first looked at the prosthetic arm again, at the juncture of plastic and flesh. As he looked at it, it moved, Krycek's shoulder shrugging slightly as if he'd like to pull it away, out of Mulder's sight. He looked calmly into Krycek's eyes for a moment, letting him see there was no disgust there, then let his eyes similarly skim down over the real arm on the other side of Krycek's body. He was bigger than Mulder...more built, more solid. Definitely stronger. The power inherent in those hard muscles, now tensed as the fist opened and closed at Krycek's side, made his body shiver. And this was the man he'd repeatedly beaten, getting in blow after blow and never having one landed on him? It didn't make sense. And yet, as he looked back into those dark eyes and watched Krycek catch his breath, it did. Krycek had said he wouldn't hurt him. More than that, he'd said he'd *never* hurt him. He *had* hurt him of course, worse than anyone in Mulder's life, except the people responsible for his sister's abduction. He frowned as he tried to reconcile the truth in those hushed promises with the past the lay between them. He watched as the eyes he was staring at narrowed in response, that little crinkle reappearing between the eyebrows. Mulder looked at him a moment, then shook his head gently, letting Krycek know that tonight they were letting it all go. Tonight it was just them, now, not them, then. He let his lips relax into the briefest, subtlest smile and felt his body relax. Krycek blinked then let out a soft sigh and Mulder knew his message had been received. Mulder went back to looking over the man in front of him and Krycek stood there, a slight, proud smile playing around his lips as he let Mulder look him over. Mulder's tongue stroked over his full bottom lip repeatedly as he took in Krycek's broad chest, not failing to notice the fact that Krycek's nipples were already hard. Mulder's fingers moved on his own thighs, his fingertips hungry to brush across those small, stiff nubs. He watched the abdomen undulate as he looked at it, the slight dark line of hair drawing his eye down, down to Krycek's cock. Mulder had really only seen it after Krycek had come last time. Now it was hard and flushed with blood, standing up tight against the taut belly. He felt his own erection swell in response to the sight of Krycek's, and breathed back the groan at the back of his throat. "Done?" asked Krycek, sounding inordinately pleased with himself but not the least bit snide. "For now," answered Mulder, bringing his eyes back up to Krycek's slowly, raking him with his possessive gaze from crotch to face. "Suck me," he said, giving his pelvis a little forward thrust. PeAcE, LoVe, and LiGhT, ~~ Satina My stuff: http://www.hegalplace.com/satina A list for betas and the people who need them: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BetaBNB/ A list for M/K, Sc/K, and M/Sc/K: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mskipperville/ -- Krycek groaned and stepped forward, immediately falling to his knees again between Mulder's legs, gracefully, soundlessly, as if he did it all the time. Perhaps he did. Mulder shook off that thought and tried to breathe as Krycek slid his glove-covered hand up Mulder's trembling thigh. Krycek had left the glove on for Mulder, and Mulder found himself dumbly wishing that now he'd take it off, so Mulder could feel the flesh of his hand moving over Mulder's thigh, up his hip, settling on the blade of bone there. Was Krycek's hand rough or soft, calloused or smooth? Mulder's babbling mind ceased to ask as a red-hot sweet heat engulfed his cock utterly. "Ahh!" Mulder cried out, his hips jerking upward, driving his cock even further down Krycek's opening throat. "Nngggg," Krycek moaned in reply, pulling back slowly, working his tongue as he did so, sucking the tip in a parting kiss before taking Mulder deep again. "Oh God," Mulder breathed, finding his hands entwined in dark, silky hair, fingernails scratching against hot scalp. His hips were thrusting harder now, his ass inches from the leather of the couch as he fucked Krycek's throat helplessly. He felt Krycek's leatherclad palm slide up his chest toward his nipple, and he grabbed Krycek's hand with his own, bringing it to his mouth and ripping off the glove with his teeth as he'd stopped Krycek from doing earlier. Krycek groaned, high and needy against his cock, and moved his head faster, and Mulder reciprocated, speeding up his hips' movements in sync with Krycek's mouth. Mulder sucked one long, square finger into his mouth and Krycek choked, trying to cry out against Mulder's cock lodged deeply in his throat. Mulder worked Krycek's finger in and out of his mouth to the same tempo he fucked Krycek's face, and felt it begin to shake as he felt his body wind up in a near-painful coil of readiness to come. "GAH!" Mulder snapped his head back and came, pressing Krycek's finger down into his tongue as he went rigid and felt himself pulse and throb and fill Krycek's throat. As he rode out the end of the mind-breaking orgasm, he moved his tongue against the finger in his mouth, sucking and licking with high little grunts of contentment. With a deep groan, Krycek carefully released Mulder's cock from the tight, hot furnace of his mouth. Mulder let the finger pull free as well, feeling it rest against his lips and then slide wetly down his chin and chest. His eyes were still closed, and as his back relaxed and his ass finally made contact with the sweaty leather of his couch, he felt that warm arm encircle his waist, that soft hair tickle his thigh as Krycek laid his head on his hip softly. Mulder felt Krycek's breath panting over his wet, slightly deflated cock. He petted the dark head absently with his other hand, catching his breath. "God, Mulder..Mulder..." Krycek mumbled against Mulder's groin, gently kissing around the sticky, spent treasure there. Hearing Krycek say his name brought him back to some awareness of his circumstances and he suddenly felt trapped and vulnerable. He started to fidget, sliding his ass on the slick leather, and Krycek raised his head, eyes hooded, mouth swollen and wet, breath still coming fast. "I..." Mulder began then stopped, frozen in the beams of those deep, dark green eyes. He couldn't have identified all the messages those eyes were sending him, he just knew he felt like he was drowning under their weight. "Thank you," Krycek whispered, killing the words in Mulder's throat. Mulder frowned and blinked and chewed his lip. Krycek rose up and leaned in slowly, supporting himself on his prosthetic and real hands until his face was inches from Mulder's. Mulder could smell his own cum on the man's breath, which came in shallow, hard pants from those bruised, beautiful lips. "Can I kiss you?" Krycek asked, the words barely more than a sex- scented sigh. Mulder closed his eyes and parted his lips just slightly, unable to give any more assent than that. He didn't need to as he felt those warm, salty, swollen lips press against his own. Krycek's tongue didn't press its way in, and Mulder knew it was because Krycek wasn't sure Mulder would want to taste himself so freshly on Krycek's tongue. He quickly removed that reservation from Krycek's mind as he grabbed Krycek's head in both hands, holding his head in place as he shoved his tongue in deeply. Krycek groaned into Mulder's mouth as Mulder swept his strong, hard tongue through Krycek's hot, salty-bitter mouth, grunting. Mulder felt Krycek lean in closer, his rock-hard erection sliding against Mulder's upper thigh. Mulder scooted down a little on the couch, bringing their groins into contact and Krycek whimpered and pressed himself against Mulder harder, starting to rock against him. Mulder gentled the kiss and Krycek pulled his mouth away, lashes fluttering as he tried to speak. "Wanna fuck you...can I fuck you, Mulder? Please, can I fuck you now?" The words cut through the lust-fog in Mulder's mind and his hands froze where they held Krycek's face between them. Krycek's eyes opened half- way when Mulder didn't answer, and he must have seen the fear and uncertainty on Mulder's face, because he raised his hand to Mulder's face, placing it against Mulder's cheek. Although Mulder was feeling an escalating panic, he found himself leaning into the gentle caress regardless. Krycek didn't push him, giving Mulder time to acquiesce to their arrangement, just moving his thumb soothingly at the very corner of Mulder's mouth. Mulder licked his lips, tasting the tip of Krycek's thumb for just an instant. "How...?" "Turn around?" Krycek asked softly, dark eyes squinting slightly. Mulder's heartbeat quickened and he breathed in deeply, trying to steady his nerves. A sick little feeling started in the pit of his belly, but as Krycek leaned away from him, giving him room to move, he turned and knelt on the couch, facing the back, thighs trembling. He gripped the back of the couch tightly, his fingers digging into the leather painfully as he heard Krycek moving around behind him. He gasped loudly as he felt the length of Krycek's body press hot against him from behind, and he shuddered as Krycek once again began to kiss his neck, his erection now pressing itself up between Mulder's buttocks with small, firm thrusts. "NnnGod wanna fuck you so bad...so bad..." Krycek sighed into his neck, thrusting harder, working his dick firmly into the cleft of Mulder's tight, clenching ass. His arm snaked around Mulder's middle, pulling him up against Krycek's body and Krycek braced himself with his fake hand against the back of the couch beside Mulder's real one. Mulder felt himself get dizzy with panic and excitement and squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to just let this happen. "Mulder?" Krycek's voice was soft in his ear and Mulder breathed out harshly. "Mulder, what is it? I...I don't want this if you really don't," Krycek said slowly, his body going still against Mulder's. Mulder clenched his jaw, eyes tightly shut, nails scratching leather. "I..." he began, then snapped his mouth shut and took several more breaths. "I've never done this before." Krycek gasped softly into his ear and he shivered. "Never?" The voice was quiet and incredulous but not mocking. Mulder shook his head, feeling tears burn behind his lids. Krycek began to pull away, and Mulder felt a tear slide down his cheek as he sighed with relief and what felt too much like disappointment. "I...you...you deserve better than me, better than this for your first," stammered Krycek, raising himself off the couch and away from Mulder. "I didn't know," he went on. "I just assumed...you don't have to do this, Mulder. I'm sorry." Mulder felt the hot tears slide silently down his face and felt deeply alone and bereft, kneeling naked on his couch in the dark. He was scared to let Krycek fuck him. He'd never let any man do that to him. He'd only had a handful of same-sex experiences in his life, being primarily heterosexual with a healthy appreciation for variety. He wasn't sure what he wanted now, with the sweat cooling on his back where Krycek's chest had been pressed against it, but he knew he didn't want Krycek to leave. When did this become about Mulder's sexual needs instead of Krycek's? This was supposed to be one-sided, Krycek needing, Mulder giving, Mulder getting his information. Now Mulder wept silently, still facing his wall, eyes closed. He felt like a whore, but as sick as it made him, he realized he needed badly for this not be the end of the night. He heard the sound of Krycek's jeans being retrieved from the floor behind him and the lump in his throat moved enough for him to speak. "Don't," he choked out, and he was instantly deeply embarassed by the obvious tears in his voice. "Don't what?" Krycek asked quietly, his actions immediately ceased. "Don't leave," Mulder whispered, then he fell against the wall, shoulders shaking as he sobbed silently, forehead pressed against the cool plaster. "Mulder..." Krycek said uncertainly. "What do you want?" "I've made myself a whore," sobbed Mulder in a low rasp. "God, I can't believe I sold my body for information." "No." Krycek's voice was low, firm, angry. "Mulder, don't you ever, ever say that again. You'll never be that. I'm sorry. I'm sorry my touching you has made you feel this way. God, I'm so sorry." Mulder sniffed. "I don't believe it. I actually traded sex for payment. I'm so fucking screwed up. And now..." He trailed off. "Now?" Krycek gently prompted after several minutes of quiet, uncomfortable silence. "Now I need it," whispered Mulder, his head hanging lower. "The information's yours," Krycek said. "It's yours, Mulder. Just...be careful." "No, not that," said Mulder so quietly Krycek had to lean in to hear him. "What then?" asked Krycek, honestly confused. "You," Mulder breathed, then dissolved into tears again, his sobs becoming audible in the silent, dark room as they shook his lean body. "M-me?" asked Krycek, stunned. "Mulder, I told you, I'm yours. Yours. You own me. Don't you remember? You own me." Mulder's sobs faded and he finally turned around, kneeling on the couch, wiping his face. "I made you say that," he said, his voice full of gravel. "Mulder," said Krycek, a sad smile curving up one corner of his blowjob- reddened mouth. "I don't do anything I don't choose to." Mulder finally raised his face, letting himself look Krycek in the eye. What he saw there nearly stole his breath and he couldn't help but gasp. "But," he said, stuttering slightly, "But you work for them...you do their bidding. All the things you've done to me...?" Krycek's smile faded, his eyes tightening. "You're right, Mulder. They own my body. Maybe they own my soul, too, I dunno. But...Jesus, this sounds like a fucking Hallmark card." He stopped, eyes dropping to the floor then coming back to gaze into Mulder's. "No one else has ever owned my heart." He sounded despondent. "No one. Ever." Mulder's lips parted on another gasp, brows knitting. This...this was more than he'd ever expected. More than he'd even wanted, truthfully. This complicated things utterly. He raised his hands to his face, hiding his eyes, mind reeling. "I know...it's not much to offer," said Krycek quietly. "That's why I brought the information." Mulder just breathed, hands shading his closed eyes, thumbs pressing in on his temples. "I risked my life to bring you that, Mulder," Krycek continued, trying to fill the horrible silence. "I'd do anything...anything to touch you." His voice trailed off into a pained whisper. "Anything." The quiet swelled between them and Krycek began to fidget a little, clenching and unclenching his fist as his side, clothes laying where he'd dropped them at Mulder's request. "I thought it was one-sided," Mulder said in a low voice. "Even then. On the ship. It was, then. It was just sex." Krycek frowned, obviously not following. "Ship?" Mulder lowered his hands, smiling his self-deprecating, 'go-ahead-and-call- me-crazy' smile. "I took a little vacation to Bermuda," he said. "The Bermuda Triangle, specifically." Krycek, whose breathing had quickened upon seeing Mulder look at him again, just frowned and nodded, encouraging him to say more. "I went back in time," Mulder stated bluntly. "To 1939. Only it wasn't just the past, it was some sort of alternate reality, a parallel dimension." Krycek's frown deepened but he said nothing, and Mulder wondered if he really did 'want to believe.' He didn't care. Things had gone so badly to hell he just wanted to say this and get it over with. "The people in my life were there. Scully...Skinner..." He drew a deep, steadying breath. "You were there." Krycek's mouth dropped open, brows arching in surprise. Mulder just nodded. "You were German," he went on. "And you found me in a dark cabin. We fought. Then when I got you on the ground..." Mulder closed his eyes. "You wanted me. You wanted me so badly it was all I could see. And suddenly I wanted you back." He kept his eyes closed, unable to look at Krycek's face. He waited a moment, taking calming, steadying breaths, and eyes still closed, he continued. "I made you get on your knees and suck me off," he said, and he heard a soft inhalation. "Then I fucked you." He felt his own cock, which had lain quiescent ever since he'd turned around, begin to swell against his thigh. "After it was over, you gave me your uniform so I could escape the Nazis. I couldn't believe it. You just...offered it to me." Mulder finally opened his eyes. He swallowed as he found Krycek staring at him so intently, a look of deep awe creasing his brow. But it wasn't incredulity Mulder saw there. Encouraged, he finished his story. "You made me hit you...knock you out so they wouldn't know you were a traitor," he finished. "You saved my life." Krycek stared at him, nearly panting through lips still parted in shock. "That's..." he finally said, his voice raspy. "That's why you..." "Yeah," Mulder said, nodding. "That's how I knew to get the information at the clinic." He shrugged. "I knew you wanted me. I knew I wanted the information, and I knew how I could get it from you." "Yeah you did," affirmed Krycek, smiling. Mulder smiled back slightly, then the smile faded as he went on. "When I had you on your knees..." He swallowed, blinking rapidly. "And you were begging me, I couldn't *believe* how good that felt." "Making me crawl?" said Krycek without rancor. "No," replied Mulder. "Hearing you beg to touch me. Hearing you beg me to touch you." Mulder's erection swelled further at the memory, at the thought of that husky voice pleading with him. Krycek was frowning again now, lashes fluttering as he licked his lips and tried to steady his breathing. "No one's ever wanted me like that," Mulder whispered. "I found I liked it more than the information itself. Not that I admitted it to myself at the time." Krycek opened his mouth to speak but Mulder shook his head, silencing him. "Then tonight, hearing you tell me how much you wanted to...wanted to fuck me," He closed his eyes and swallowed, then opened them again. "I wanted to give you that. Not because you were giving me valuable intel, but just because you wanted it so badly." Mulder chewed the inside of his lip and stared at Krycek. "I don't want it if you don't," Krycek finally said. "I don't want to force you." "I know," said Mulder without pause. "And that makes me want to give it to you even more." Krycek's deep inhalation matched Mulder's own as they stared at each other, eyes dilated in the dark, drinking in the sight of the other clearly. "Mulder...are you gay?" asked Krycek, brows drawn. Mulder let out a slight, embarassed laugh. "No, no I'm not." He let those words sink in and have their impact on Krycek before he continued. "I've had a few experiences with men. Couple blow jobs, received not given. Some mutual hand jobs. And I've fucked three. Including you and...you." He smiled that same self-deprecating smile. "And...and you still want..." Krycek was unable to finish his sentence, not daring to speak it aloud. "You. Yeah," said Mulder, nodding slightly. Krycek let out a loud, deep breath. "Mulder...Mulder, do you know how much I want you? How long I've wanted you? How bad?" Mulder licked his lips. "I...only when you tell me," he said very quietly. Krycek stepped forward, closing the distance that had been between them for so long. He was standing before Mulder's kneeling form now, and Mulder had to look up to see him. Krycek lowered himself to his knees again, looking up at Mulder. "I want you, Mulder. I want you so bad that sometimes I can't think. Sometimes I don't think I can make it another day without...just...seeing you. I follow you. I watch you, Mulder. I'm sorry, I know it's not fair, but I just...sometimes I just need to be close." Krycek leaned in and slowly slid his shaking arm around Mulder's waist, laying a trembling head on his thighs. "I'll do anything to touch you, Mulder. When you gave me that chance, I knew it was over. I was no good to anyone else anymore. I knew from that moment my only goal would be to give you whatever you want. Whatever will make you let me touch you again." Krycek took a long, shuddering breath and let it out, and Mulder felt it on his rising erection. "Please, Mulder. Please let me touch you. I don't have to fuck you. God, I can't believe how greedy I got. I just...please, let me touch you. Don't take that away from me." Mulder's hand came up hesitantly, and he found it, too, was trembling as he laid it gently on Krycek's head. "Alex," he said softly, and Krycek gasped and took a hitching breath. Mulder's voice was a low, steady whisper. "Touch me." Krycek immediately pulled himself up Mulder's body and his mouth sank down on Mulder's. Mulder wrapped his arms around the hot, hard body against his, opening his lips and stroking along the tongue now exploring his mouth. He swallowed the little grunting whimpers, stroking Krycek's naked back and revelling in the shivers this earned him. He tugged and leaned to the side, pulling Krycek over as he fell to the couch, and he continued pulling on Krycek until he had climbed up onto the couch with Mulder, on top of Mulder since the couch was far too narrow for two men to lie side by side. Krycek was groaning and humping Mulder's hip now, still kissing him deeply, holding him around the back tightly as if he was afraid Mulder would get away. Mulder bucked his hips, rubbing his hard-again cock against Krycek's groin, and with an impatient grunt, he wrenched himself and Krycek into a position that brought their crotches into direct contact. They both moaned deeply into one another's mouths as their cocks slid against each other, and their kiss became painful as each sought to devour the other. "Want it..." Mulder's words were mumbled against lips and tongue and were answered by a moan of incomprehension. He worked his hands between them, pressing them against Krycek's chest and driving them apart. Krycek broke the kiss suddenly, reluctantly, licking his lips and blinking dazedly down at Mulder, the crinkle evident over his nose as he frowned. "I want it," Mulder gasped again. He watched that crinkle disappear as those eyes widened then fell closed with a moan as Krycek forced himself back down on Mulder's mouth, taking it once again. After another long, bruising kiss, Krycek pulled back, panting. "Are you sure? Mulder, are you sure?" "Tell me," breathed Mulder, closing his eyes. "Tell me how much you want to do it." "Oh God," gasped Krycek. "Oh Mulder, I wanna fuck you so bad...God, so bad it hurts...I've wanted to fuck you since the day I met you and it's gotten worse every goddamned, fucking day since then." His voice sounded close to a sob, and Mulder opened his eyes, dizzy with arousal. Krycek looked straight into his eyes and his voice came out in a thick rasp. "I think I'll die if I don't fuck you now, Mulder," said Krycek. "Please please please please please let me fuck you." "Oh God yes," gasped Mulder, throwing his head back, eyes closing again. "Fuck me. Just fuck me, Alex." Krycek immediately began kissing his way down Mulder's body, working his way down until he was kneeling between Mulder's legs. "Here?" he asked. "Yes," breathed Mulder. "I wanna feel it every time I lie down on this couch." "Oh God," panted Krycek. "Turn over." Mulder did so, lying on his stomach, face on his arms. He closed his eyes and reminded himself to breathe, breathe, breathe. Alex won't hurt you. He won't hurt you. Just breathe. "Beautiful," Krycek sighed. "God, so fucking beautiful." Mulder felt him leave the couch and looked back to see what he was doing. Krycek grabbed up a foil packet from the coffee table, taking it in his teeth, then picked up a bottle Mulder hadn't known was there. He guessed that Krycek had put the items there when he'd been about to...before. Krycek climbed onto the couch, settling in against between Mulder's legs, which Mulder spread to accomodate him. Mulder felt the packet hit his back lightly as Krycek let it drop from his mouth, then he heard the sound of a flip-top being opened. He took a deep steadying breath and closed his eyes, trying hard to relax. "It just hurts a little the first time," said Krycek breathlessly, and Mulder jumped as he felt the lube being squirted into the crevice of his ass. "Sorry I can't be more delicate," said Krycek quietly. "This is not as easy with one hand." His voice fell as Mulder heard him set the bottle back on the table to the side of them. "You deserve better." "I want *you*," said Mulder quietly. "Jesus, Mulder," said Krycek, his voice breaking. "I want you, too. I want you so bad. So bad. I'm gonna make this so good. I'm gonna make you feel good, Mulder. So good." Mulder moaned in reply, spreading his legs a little wider as the lube warmed and tickled its way down over his opening, dripping over the back of his balls. He jerked only slightly as he felt Krycek's slippery hand begin to knead the skin of his buttock firmly. "MMMmm...such a perfect, hard, tight little ass," Krycek murmured, his hand rubbing and sliding closer and closer to Mulder's hole. Mulder sighed and relaxed into it, concentrating on releasing his muscles, telling himself this was just an intimate massage. The massage became infinitely more intimate as Krycek's finger slid down between the cheeks of Mulder's ass and then made slow, gentle circles against the tightly clenched opening to Mulder's body. "Mmm...give it to me, baby...please...let me make you feel good." Krycek's voice was a soothing, seductive murmur, and Mulder shivered and let himself experience the incredibly personal caress as the pleasure it was, sighing as the sensations filled his cock, making it swell hard against the slippery leather. He squirmed a little, finding that the lube had spilled and made it slick where his cock was mashed against it. He groaned and wriggled against the couch, the pleasure blending amazingly with Krycek's firming, deepening touch. "Oh God yeah, baby, move for me...Jesus yeah that's good," Krycek rasped, twisting his finger a little as he pressed harder, trying gently to enter the unyeilding opening. Krycek's voice worked through Mulder's body like a wave of heat and he arched up at the sound of it, unknowingly opening himself up for Krycek just the little bit he needed to slide his finger in to the first knuckle. Mulder gasped as he felt the intrusion, and Krycek just held his finger there, letting Mulder adjust to the sensation. Mulder felt no pain, just a strange fullness and stretching. He felt his body work to expel the intruder for a moment, but soon he relaxed into the sensation, groaning quietly into his arms. Krycek took that as his cue to move and began slowly pulling back a tiny bit, then pushing in further, then sliding out a little, then pushing in deeper, thus working his finger deeply into Mulder up to the base in such a gradual way that Mulder writhed and moaned and almost immediately wanted more. "Just relax," Krycek soothed, bending to place soft kisses on Mulder's buttocks. "You're doing great. You're beautiful, Mulder. You're fucking beautiful." Mulder sighed and moved his hips slightly, letting Krycek know his loving, gentle preparation was working and he was ready for more. Krycek pulled his finger out slowly, picked up more lube from the generous supply in Mulder's crevice, then slid it back in, immediately beginning to move it in a slightly twisting in-and-out motion, gently fucking Mulder with his long, thick middle finger. "Oh...Oh!" gasped Mulder, totally surprised at how *good* it felt to have Krycek's finger fucking his ass. He began to move with it, sliding his aching cock against the slippery leather, writhing to meet Krycek's corkscrewing motions. Soon he felt himself stretch again and guessed Krycek had inserted another finger, but there was no pain, only increasingly sharp pleasure as Krycek slowly and patiently fucked him open with his fingers. Then he felt the fingers twist and stroke downward and his whole body bucked as the pads of Krycek's big fingers slid over his prostate. JesusFUCK that was an amazing feeling! He'd done it to Krycek, and he'd seen it done in movies, but he would never have guessed at the intense stab of pleasure such a caress could cause. As Krycek did it again and Mulder arched again, he suddenly became afraid that if he did it a third time, he'd come all over the couch. "I'll come," he gasped out, trying to warn Krycek, and it worked as Krycek's fingers turned back over, gently twisting their way out of Mulder's body. He groaned in disappointment then went quiet, swallowing hard as he felt the packet being picked up off the couch where it had fallen with all of his writhing. He heard Krycek tear it open with his teeth and then gasp quietly as he rolled it down over his cock. Then his body was washed in cold fear as he felt the latex-covered head press against his still throbbing asshole. "Wait," he panted, trying to control his panicked breathing. "Shhh..." Krycek soothed. "I will. I won't do anything until you're ready." Krycek began kneading his buttocks again, just nudging against him with the slippery tip of his cock and Mulder felt his body relax back down into the couch, the massage pressing his cock into the leather, upping his arousal again. PeAcE, LoVe, and LiGhT, ~~ Krycek kneaded his ass and back firmly, hand sliding over skin with the assistance of more lube. Mulder moaned and felt Krycek push against him more firmly, little nudges, harder and harder until the tip of his cock was sliding in and out slightly. "Ohhh..now...do it," gasped Mulder, feeling the need for more as that cockhead teased him unmercifully. Krycek gave a quick short jab, just pressing the wide crown of his cock past the tight ring of muscle, and Mulder gasped and arched at the flash of pain, then relaxed back down as Krycek continued to work his tense muscles, murmuring in a now shaky, breathless voice. "Almost there...that's the hard part, Mulder. Gonna feel so good..." Mulder nodded against his arms, and at that small bit of acquiescence Krycek shoved in a little deeper, working in with small, rocking thrusts a fraction of an inch at a time. Mulder was making little grunting, whimpering sounds as Krycek worked his dick in, but he didn't want Krycek to stop, wanting to know what it would feel like when Krycek's cock was shoved all the way in, filling his ass. As Krycek gave a long, shuddering, hoarse groan and pushed the last little bit of the way in, Mulder moaned deep in his throat. Krycek worked his prosthetic hand down between Mulder's side and the back of the couch and placed his other hand on the other side, supporting himself as he laid over Mulder's body, shaking and trying not to move. "Is that good?" he panted breathlessly. "Are you okay?" "OhhnnnGod..." Mulder replied, vaguely reminded of when he'd asked Krycek the same question and then slapped him when he didn't get the right answer. "S'good..." he said quickly, smiling. He knew Krycek wouldn't slap him for failing to give the correct response. "It's good," he said more clearly, wriggling slightly against the hot, deep, throbbing ache in his ass, encouraging Krycek to move. "So good...to be inside you," Krycek gasped, pulling out slowly and pushing back in with a groan. "It's better...better than..." He pulled out again, gasping and shoving in harder this time as Mulder groaned and rose up to meet his downward thrust. "God, Mulder...wanted this forever." "Mmmfuck me," Mulder replied, pressing his mouth against his forearm, eyes tightly shut. "Fuck me, Alex." "Oh God," Krycek sobbed, and he began pumping slowly, then more and more quickly, a rising whine working its way from his throat as he worked. Mulder groaned and whimpered and cried out as Krycek's cock scraped over his prostate again and again, stoking his climax more quickly than he would have expected. "Ohhhh God, Alex...gonna come..." He bit his hand as Krycek moaned in response, pumping harder, driving deeper, working Mulder's slippery cock against the couch hard and harder with each deep thrust. "Oh...OhJesus...OhGod...Alex!" Mulder's body arched and went rigid as he came against the couch, his hips making small aborted thrusts as he pumped himself empty against the leather with small, sharp sobs. As the waves receded, he realized he'd been biting his wrist almost hard enough to draw blood, and he relaxed his jaw and tried to catch his breath as Krycek continued pounding his body into the couch. "Ohhhh...God....Mulderrrrrrr....." Krycek sobbed, and then he was coming, shoving hard into Mulder, jerking and shuddering and gasping as Mulder felt the pulsing climax against the sensitized tissues of his body. Mulder moaned and pressed up into him, welcoming it all as Krycek rode his orgasm out and then slowly shuddered his way down to lie on top of Mulder, gasping for breath. They lay there together catching their breath for a few moments, Krycek's returning more quickly since Mulder could only take partial breaths with Krycek's full weight pressing him down into the couch. He found he liked it though and he didn't complain, just recovering his breath more slowly. Krycek sighed deeply and raised himself up and Mulder inhaled sharply as Krycek's cock slid out. "Sorry," Krycek murmured, getting up off Mulder and off the couch. "S'okay..." Mulder mumbled, raising himself on shaky arms, peeling his body away from the sticky, messy cum-and-lube-covered leather of the couch. "Good thing leather's washable," he commented, yawning and moving slowly, climbing off the couch. "Ow," he said casually. "My ass hurts." Krycek laughed, sounding a bit relieved. "Sorry," he said again, this time with a smile in his voice. Mulder turned around just as Krycek was straightening up from dropping the used condom in the small metal wastebasket by his desk. He smiled, inordinately tickled by the idea of their used prophylactic just sitting there with the empty Pepsi can and crumpled pieces of paper. Evidence that Alex Krycek had fucked him. Fucked him good. "Don't be sorry," said Mulder seriously. "That was...incredible." Krycek's smile softened and he blinked rapidly, eyes squinting. "It was fucking amazing," he whispered, staring into Mulder's eyes intently. Mulder swallowed, pinned by the weight of it, then smiled. "I'd kiss ya but Jesus, I think I need a shower worse than I ever have in my entire life." He looked down at the cum and sweat and lube smeared over half his body and wrinkled his nose. Krycek laughed. "Sorry?" he said, arching his brows playfully this time. "Make it up to me by cleaning off that couch while I clean off my body," replied Mulder, smirking. "It's a deal," said Krycek softly. "Where do you keep your cleaning supplies?" "Uhhh..." Mulder looked confused, chewing his cheek. "Under the sink?" Krycek snorted. "I'll find them. Bathe." "Okay," Mulder assented, grinning, and he walked slowly and with great care to the bathroom, where he took a long, hot, wonderful shower. His body felt warmer and looser and more relaxed than it had in such a long time that Mulder didn't remember when he'd felt this good. As he looked in the mirror and appreciated the glow on his cheeks and the sparkle in his eyes, he started to worry about where they would go from here. Everything had changed with Mulder's embarassing confession, and now Krycek knew Mulder needed him even more than he needed the damned intel. Mulder swallowed and ran a hand through his wet hair, adjusting the towel wrapped around his waist. He took a deep, steam- filled breath of air and opened the door, stepping out to face this new situation. He frowned as he saw Krycek was fully dressed, glove and all, standing by the desk. Mulder's eye went to the edge of the desktop and saw that the paper was still there, not that it would have mattered, except in principle, since Mulder had memorized the names on sight. At the soft sound of Mulder's bare wet feet on the floor, Krycek turned around, a tight smile on his face. Mulder felt naked. "Couch is good as new," Krycek said, nodding to it. Mulder nodded without looking at it, not taking his eyes off his visitor. He wanted to ask Krycek to stay, but he couldn't. There was no way he could go that far, no matter how much he didn't like thinking about spending the rest of the night alone. Then he remembered the original deal and his lips quirked up at the corner slightly. "So, you've got me for the whole night," he said easily. "What are you going to do now?" Krycek's mouth dropped open and he stared wordlessly. "That was the deal, wasn't it?" said Mulder, stepping closer. "You said you wanted me for the night in exchange for the list of names." Mulder swallowed back the tiny voice that screamed he was about to get rejected. "I...yeah, yeah, that was the deal," said Krycek slowly, looking dazed. Mulder nodded. "Wanna take a shower?" he asked, raising his eyebrows unconcernedly. "I'm gonna call out for some of that 24-hour pizza. Tastes like shit, but hey...24-hour service. Can't have everything." Krycek blinked and looked more stunned and young and innocent than Mulder'd seen him look in years. Mulder took a deep breath and let it out, stepping over to Krycek. "Listen. I know this is just...an arrangement," he said, looking briefly at the floor then back up at Krycek. "You can leave if you want." He tried to keep the pain and fear out of his eyes, making his face as cold as possible. "That depends," said Krycek very quietly, and Mulder hid his careful inhalation. "Did you use all the hot water?" Mulder narrowed his eyes in mock-anger. "I think there's a little left." Krycek smirked, then gentled his smile. "I want to stay, Mulder," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just couldn't believe you'd want me to. I mean, now that you got...I mean..." "A good fuck, a blow job, and some killer intel?" suggested Mulder helpfully. Krycek's lips tightened in a careful smile. "Yeah." "Who says I'm done with you?" Mulder asked, and before Krycek could come back with a reply, he reached out and yanked him in by the hair, mashing their mouths together for a quick, hard, deep kiss before pulling Krycek back and letting go roughly, sending him back a step. Now Krycek's smile was big and genuine as he started to slide his jacket down his arms, toeing off his boots. "I'm all yours, Mulder," he said softly, quickly divesting himself of his clothing. Mulder smiled and walked over to the phone, punching in the number and ordering a large pepperoni, mushroom and onion pizza as Krycek piled his clothing neatly on the coffee table and walked into the bathroom, nude. Mulder sighed into the phone and the girl had to repeat his total twice before he heard it. He hung up the phone and went into the kitchen to grab something to drink. He had beer and Pepsi. He grabbed one of each and took them out to the living room, setting them beside Krycek's tidy stack of folded clothing. Krycek really had done a good job of cleaning the couch. It looked better than it had before he'd gotten there. He must have wiped down every inch. The place smelled faintly of Windex, though the dark smells of sweat and cum were more prevalent, and to Mulder's nose, more pleasant. He went into his bedroom and put on a pair of sweatpants, no underwear, impulsively pulling out another pair as he heard the water turn off. He walked over to the bathroom door, feeling surreal, and knocked. A blinking, dewy, wet-haired, spiky-lashed face peered out through the steam. "Yeah?" Mulder took his time just looking at Krycek's face, thoroughly amazed at how completely different the man looked today than he had yesterday or the day or week or year before that. How had he missed all this for so long? He just wanted to lick that dripping water off his nose, cheeks, lashes, chin... "Mulder?" "Here. More comfortable to...sleep in," said Mulder, handing him the black sweatpants. He watched the waterlogged lashes flutter as Krycek blinked in shock once again. Mulder just smiled, expecting the reaction this time and savoring it. It was exactly Krycek's vulnerability and need and want that made him so damned attractive to Mulder, and Mulder hoped he knew that. "Thanks," Krycek choked out, taking the sweats from Mulder's hand. "Sure," said Mulder casually, turning and walking over the couch, settling in. He listened but couldn't hear anything as Krycek finished drying off and getting into the sweats, then he heard the bathroom light click off and relaxed slightly into the clean leather, inwardly worried at how happy he was that Krycek was coming back into the room. Krycek padded out quietly, dressed in Mulder's sweatpants, and Mulder leaned forward. He realized that Krycek was without his prosthetic now and was keeping his body turned so that Mulder couldn't see his truncated arm. Mulder inwardly kicked himself for not offering Krycek a T-shirt. Well, there wasn't much he could do about it now without making things worse. "Pepsi or beer?" he asked with a sweeping gesture toward the coffee table. Krycek swallowed. "Whatever you're having is fine." "Well, depends on if we're gonna try to sleep or stay up," Mulder said, settling back into the couch. "Alcohol or caffeine. What's your poison?" Krycek walked over and took a seat a few feet away from Mulder on the other end of the couch. Inadvertently, but perhaps fortunately, Mulder had chosen the end that would allow Krycek to sit with his left shoulder facing away. Krycek perched on the edge of the seat, looking slightly anxious. Mulder frowned. He didn't want this awkward, uncomfortable Krycek. He wanted his yummy, needy, pliable, sexy Krycek back. Krycek cleared his throat. "It's up to you, Mulder," he finally said, looking up at Mulder sideways from under his lashes. Damn, he looked so young and sweet and innocent and...totally fuckable doing that. Not that Mulder could get more than a happy twinge going down there right now, but he reasoned that with a little pizza and beer he might be up for a third round relatively quickly. He gave Krycek an innocent smile and reached for the beer, opening it and handing it to him. Krycek took it and began downing it quickly, finishing half the bottle before pulling it away from his lips, licking them. Mulder smiled and raised himself off the couch, still moving carefully, feeling the effects of Krycek's wonder-fuck all through the lower half of his body. He grabbed the Pepsi off the coffee table and went into the kitchen, grabbing three more beers and bringing them out, opening a second for Krycek and setting it before him. He opened one for himself and drank it just as quickly as Krycek had finished the first half of his, setting the other on the table in front of him They both drank silently, finishing their first beers and starting on their second. The awkward silence stretched between them until Mulder felt like he was gonna start smacking the other man around just for a break in the tension. Just then there was a knock at the door. Mulder got up from the couch, bending to take his wallet out of his desk, and pulled out a couple of bills, giving them to the grateful pizza kid who slid a hot, steaming box into his hands in return. Mulder inhaled deeply and moaned in appreciation, closing the door with his foot and carrying the pizza into the living room. "Hungry?" he asked, setting the box on the coffee table. "Starving," answered Krycek, setting his beer down and fidgeting on the couch. Mulder grabbed a roll of paper towels and remembered to tear one off for Krycek, frowning as he wondered how Krycek might accomplish that task on his own. So many things must be so much more incredibly difficult with only one arm. Mulder felt truly awed by the man's ability to cope. He let the paper towel flutter down over Krycek's legs and tore off a piece for himself, settling in and opening the box, which Krycek had not yet touched. "Go for it," Mulder said, pulling out a big, messy, cheesy slice. He wound the extra cheese around the fingers of his other hand and took a big bite, then held it in his open mouth, breathing fast as the cheese burned the inside of his mouth. Krycek leaned forward and grabbed a slice, deftly wrapping the extra cheese around the tip of the slice and blowing on it before taking a careful bite. Mulder observed this cautious behavior and mimicked it, blowing on his own slice before it was cool enough to be devoured in several big, sloppy bites. Sex always made him ravenous. From what he could remember. He watched as Krycek ate more carefully, taking small bites that he chewed thoroughly, licking the grease from his lips completely between bites. So meticulous, so thorough. Mulder hadn't noticed that when they were partners. There was so much Mulder hadn't noticed. Yeah, and look where it got you, he thought to himself, eyes narrowing slightly at the bitter memories. "How did it happen?" he asked, shattering the quiet into jagged shards. Krycek swallowed his bite before replying. "What?" Mulder grabbed up another piece of pizza and took a big bite, talking around it. "The arm," he said, nodding to Krycek's shoulder. "What happened?" He chewed thoughtfully as Krycek stared at him, frowned, blinked, opened his mouth, closed it, then put down his pizza, wiping his hand on his paper towel and downing the rest of his beer. Mulder was patient and didn't push the issue any further, figuring his bluntness in asking the question was pressure enough. He'd been casual on purpose, not wanting to make Krycek feel weird about it, but truly wanting to know the story behind the lost limb. Finally, Krycek finished his second beer and set it down on the table with a quiet belch. "'Scuse me," he murmured, settling slowly back into the couch, pizza abandoned on the table. Mulder nodded and continued working on his own slice. "Um well..." Krycek's brows arched as if he really could not believe he was about to talk about this. Mulder just chewed and kept his face a mask of casual interest. "It happened after I jumped off the truck." His voice was already getting raspy and he cleared his throat several times before continuing. Mulder pretended not to notice. "A group of the peasant rebels found me and invited me into their camp after I convinced them I was an escaped prisoner." Mulder stopped chewing, placing his pizza on the table on his paper towel and quietly licking his fingers clean. Krycek looked over, distracted for a moment, then turned away again, staring at the blank television screen as if he could see the story playing out there. "I was so tired," he said, his voice dropping. "I hadn't really slept in days, having spent my first night with you on a cold balcony, the second dozing in a car while you made travel arrangements, the third on a plane next to you while you jerked my arm around, paging through files and books and God knows what, and then the fourth in the gulag, tapdancing my ass off trying to keep us both from getting tortured." "Well you saved one of us, anyway," said Mulder thoughtlessly, then at the flash of anger in Krycek's eyes he instantly regretted it. After all, yes he'd been beaten and tested on, but his body was still whole, wasn't it? He dropped his eyes and waited to see if Krycek would continue. Krycek took a deep breath and let it out slowly, obviously calming his anger back under control. "They waited until I was asleep by the fire," he said, skipping straight to the bottom line. "Several of them held me down while they sawed it off with a hot machete." He stared into the blank TV screen, breathing hard. Mulder's lips parted in shock, his brows drawing down in a frown of incomprehension. He had nothing to say to Krycek's story. What could you say, really, to a man who'd had his arm sawn off? Sorry? Shit, that musta stung like a mother? Mulder sighed and stared at the profile of Krycek's face, watching the long lashes as they dipped and rose, the Adam's apple as it bobbed with Krycek's tense swallows. "Why'd you manipulate me into going over there?" Mulder finally asked, keeping his voice soft and nonaccusing. Krycek slowly turned and met Mulder's questioning eyes head-on. He stared into them for several long minutes until Mulder could hear nothing but the sound of his rapid breathing. Krycek looked away, staring once again into the blank screen. Mulder realized he was staying calm by using it for a focal point. "Krycek, consider this the information I'm asking for in exchange for letting you fuck me," he said in an even tone. Krycek turned back to him. "I thought you said that made you feel like a whore," he said cooly. "I got over it," replied Mulder, meeting his eyes. "Now answer me." Krycek let his eyes flutter closed and breathed deeply, the small crinkle appearing between his brows. How could a traitorous, manipulative, murderous rat-bastard have such a cute, endearing little quirk? It pissed Mulder off to no end. Mulder was studying Krycek's long, dark lashes with fascination when the husky voice startled him. Krycek didn't open his eyes as he spoke, turning his face forward again. "There was only one way to get vaccinated," he said very quietly. "We didn't have a successful formula here, but they'd perfected it in the gulag with their easy access to test subjects." Mulder stared at Krycek's profile, frowning. "I'd been working on the inside just long enough to get vaccinated and gain their trust," he went on, his voice lapsing into a whisper from time to time, making Mulder lean in the slightest bit to hear him clearly. "And I knew what it was like to have that shit inside me," he said, jaw clenching. "I *know* what's it's like." Mulder knew Krycek had been possessed by the black oil himself in the airport in Hong Kong. He'd always kicked himself repeatedly for being so completely self-centered that he hadn't even noticed he was flying cross- continent with a being from another planet. He said nothing and waited to hear the rest of the story, starting to have his own suspicions. "There was only one way," Krycek repeated again, frowning more deeply. "And I knew I had to get you vaccinated. I knew you were key, and if they got you, we were all fucked." "You took me there to get me innoculated against the black oil," said Mulder quietly. Krycek nodded, letting out a harsh sigh. "I had to do it as quickly as possible. I didn't know what the hell they were planning, but I knew they'd gotten back to their ship. They were evidently too fucking stupid to take you when they had the chance, but they'd been inside my mind so I was afraid they'd figure out how important you are and come after you." Mulder watched Krycek's lip curl up in disgust and saw Krycek's fist go white as he squeezed it viciously, pressing it into his thigh. He was quiet as he watched Krycek breathe back his apparent frustration and rage, his face gradually relaxing into a calm mask of indifference. "Were you just going to leave me there?" Mulder hated the way his voice sounded so childlike and lost, but he didn't have the energy to hide behind a facade of ice right now. Krycek's eyes finally opened and he slowly turned to face Mulder. "No, Mulder. Jesus, no. I just got through telling you how important you are. Do you know how much trouble I'd get into if I just took you to Russia and lost you there? Fuck. That kinda trouble I don't need." The admission was so blunt and without sentimentality that Mulder instantly believed it, nodding slowly. "I'm sorry then," he said very quietly, watching the colors swirl in Krycek's unreadable eyes. Krycek stared at him for several very long minutes and Mulder forced himself not to look away. "Do you think...I mean..." Krycek shook his head, mouth firming into a tight, white line. "What...what is it?" Mulder asked, leaning in slightly. "I know it doesn't make up for everything," said Krycek softly. "But I can work on that, and I was just thinking...could you consider that a down payment on everything I owe you?" Mulder's lips parted in shock. "Another deal, Mulder. My arm...in exchange for the chance to make it up to you." Krycek dropped his eyes and bowed his head, staring into his lap. Mulder just stared, mouth open, breath coming in shallow pants. 'My arm in exchange for the chance to make it up to you.' Well, tonight is certainly turning out to be the night to make deals, he thought, seriously turning the idea over and over in his mind. Krycek had already given him medical records on some of what had been done to Scully, as well as the names of the doctors involved. Tonight, he'd brought him the names of the people in the old boy's club who'd decided to side with the rebels in hopes of fighting the oiliens. He really appeared to be laying his cards on the table in one huge stack. Mulder shook his head. "Why? Why now? Is this really because I let you fuck me?" His voice rose in disbelief. Krycek let out a sound between a laugh and sob, staring into his lap. "This is because I've looked for an excuse to do this for awhile now." He stopped and swallowed. "And now that I've fucked you, I guess I'll do anything to be able to keep fucking you." Mulder's body flashed heat at those words, his cock proving his earlier theory that a little food and downtime was all it needed to get back in the game. "So," he said, realizing his voice was low and breathy, giving away his arousal. "You're going to work with *me*, now?" Krycek looked up, tiny tears sparkling in his lashes. "With you and for you, Mulder," he said, sounding defeated. "I don't think I have any choice now. You own me. Just tell me what you want. Tell me what you need. I'm yours." Mulder's erection swelled bigger, and he shifted slightly as it pushed the worn fabric of his sweats away from his body, unimpeded by any underwear. He felt light-headed, dizzy, his mind not really able to wrap itself around the possible implications of what Krycek was offering him. But there was one part of his body that knew exactly what it wanted, and Mulder decided to listen to it first. "Right now, what I want, what I need," said Mulder, looking deeply into Krycek's eyes. " Is to fuck you." Krycek's eyes closed on a shuddering sigh. Mulder stood up, holding his hand out. "C'mon. Let's go to bed. Grab your condoms and lube." Krycek opened his eyes and looked up at Mulder a moment before reaching forward, scooping the lube and condom packets off the table and tucking them into the pockets of Mulder's sweats. Then he reached up and took Mulder's hand, letting him pull him into a standing position. "You have a bed?" Mulder smiled. "Yeah, I have a bed." He turned and pulled Krycek by the hand as he stepped around the coffee table. "You never sleep in it," said Krycek softly, walking behind Mulder and never letting go of his hand as they crossed the room to Mulder's bedroom. Mulder stopped and turned to face Krycek. He wondered how Krycek could know that, then remembered Krycek's soft voice telling him that he watched him. Probably through the same window they'd stood in front of earlier. "I hate sleeping in a bed alone," he said quietly. "The couch is less lonely." Krycek looked down at their still-linked hands, then back up at Mulder. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He leaned in slowly, hesitantly touching his lips to Mulder's as if he wasn't quite sure he'd be welcome there. Mulder threaded his fingers with Krycek's and cupped his other hand around the back of his head, sliding his fingers through the still-damp strands as he stroked Krycek's mouth open with his tongue softly. Krycek whimpered into the kiss as Mulder gently, slowly tried to show Krycek what it did to Mulder to know that Krycek needed him so badly. Soon both men were trembling and they broke the kiss, panting, foreheads pressed together. Mulder turned and wordlessly led Krycek into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The End...for now. satina@hegalplace.com PeAcE, LoVe, and LiGhT, ~~ Satina My stuff: http://www.hegalplace.com/satina A list for betas and the people who need them: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BetaBNB/ A list for M/K, Sc/K, and M/Sc/K: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mskipperville/