By Nicole S.  nicxf@softhome.net

Rating:  NC-17 for tons of bad language and glorious amounts of m/m sex
Spoilers:  Not really.  Set after the movie.
Disclaimer:  Mulder, Krycek, Scully and whoever else is mentioned in here do not belong to me they belong to Chris Carter and 1013 productions - if I owned them I would be rich - and would have much more fun with them.  No harm is intended to anyone else mentioned in this story.  Suing me would be useless, my personal net worth is about 5 bucks Canadian.
Archive: Yes, as long as my name is attached to it.

Summary:  A boring case, a murder, loneliness, a stolen car - you do the math.

Seeing as though I've never been to D.C. I have no idea if Mulder needs to take a highway to work or not so I'm using my artistic license here.  All I needed to learn about guns & ammo I learned from Michael Slade.  In my universe Krycek has BOTH arms and if you can't deal with that then too bad.

Thanks again to Aries (torture queen extraordinare) for inspiration and beta.  She is responsible for the cupcakes and all circumstances surrounding them.  Thanks again for lending me the car.  All other mistakes remain my own.
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Monday
7:31 a.m.

Fox Mulder was stuck in traffic.  Again.  An accident involving a load of drywall sliding off the back of a semi blocked the path of cars on the highway and no one was going anywhere.  He picked up his cell phone and dialed his office.  It rang twice.

"Scully."

"Guess where I am?"

"Stuck in your car on the highway."

"First prize.  How did you know that?"

"Mulder, you only call in this early when you're stuck in traffic."

"I'm not that predictable am I?"

"I'm afraid you are."

"Hmph."

"Mulder, I'm glad you called.  I tried to reach you at home just now but you had left already.  I just met with Skinner.  We're going to Allentown, Pennsylvania.  I'm just leaving now to go home and pack."

"Allentown?  What's going on?"

"Something about a haunted construction site."

"You're kidding?"

She sighed.  "I wish I was."

"Who the hell do they think we are?  Ghostbusters?"

"Well, Skinner says we have to go."

"Shit.  Fine, the next turn-off I find I'll go back home.  I'll call you when I'm ready."

"Why don't I just meet you at your place.  You can drive."

"Oh, can I?  Gee thank you Scully."

"Would you rather me drive?  I know how you like to exert your manliness with this sort of thing."

"Wow Scully, you're feisty early this morning."

"I would be lying if I said I was jumping for joy at this assignment.  Are you going to drive or what?"

"Yeah, I'll drive."

"Good.  Listen, I have to go.  I'll see you at your place."

"Okay.  Bye."

"Bye."

He wasn't going anywhere for awhile if this traffic didn't start moving.  He turned on the radio.

He started out in a good mood this morning considering he woke up alone.  He had seen Alex off yesterday to go...somewhere.  He finally asked him what he did.  He wasn't pleased with Alex's answers but at least they talked about it.  He replayed the conversation in his mind from Saturday.  Lying naked, in bed.

"I have something to ask you."

"Shoot."

"What do you do when you're not with me?"

"This and that."

Mulder leaned over and looked him in the eye.

"Really.  I want to know."

"I can't tell you that."

"Why not?"

"You don't tell me the intimate details of your cases do you?"

"No, that would be breach of confidentiality."

"Exactly."

Mulder pursed his lips together.  This was not what he wanted to hear.

"How do I know that you're not killing people or blowing up buildings."

"I promise, I don't kill innocent people."

"But you do kill people."

"I only happen to kill people if they are trying to kill me.  Just like you do."

He looked away from Mulder.

"I'm an FBI agent.  You're not.  There's a difference."

"No there's not.  Fight or Flight are the two basic instincts ingrained in us from the caveman.  As you, I choose to fight."

"Have you killed anyone lately?"

Silence from Alex.  He cupped Alex's chin in his hand and forced him to look in his eyes.  "Have you?"

"No.  Not lately.  I wanted to though."

Mulder looked at him.  He wasn't lying.  He lay down again, caressing Alex's thigh.  They lay there in silence for a minute, listening to each other breathe.  Mulder knew he was pressing his luck but continued.

"What else do you do?"

"Are you going to keep asking me the same question over and over until I give you the answer you want?"

"Yes."

"If I told you it would put your life in danger, I don't want that."

"You're not going to tell me?"

"No."

"What *can* you tell me?"

Krycek sighed.  "Mulder, I can tell you that I drive people around and that's about it."

"You're a chauffeur?"

"Among other things."

"Alex, I want you to promise me that you won't kill anyone or hurt anyone anymore."

He looked at Mulder.  Those deep hazel pools making his insides turn to jelly.

"You know I can't do that.  I can promise I won't hurt *you* and that's as far as I'm going to go.  We shouldn't even be *having* this conversation."

"We need to have this conversation.  I need to know."

Alex sighed again.  "I need more time, then I can make a clean break."

"You mean quit?"

"I can't just quit.  It's not like a job at McDonald's.  I need to exchange my freedom for something they want."

"Which is...?"

"I don't know yet.  I had it once but then it got taken away from me."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Look, I am trying to make a go of this living a normal life thing but it's going to take some time."

"How much time?"

He rolled his eyes.  "Can we please drop this.  Tell you what, you'll be the first to know when my life is my own."

Then Krycek moved down to Mulder's groin and started licking his balls.  He knew it was to make him forget the conversation but he didn't mind.  Can't push him too far all at once.

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Monday
8:37 p.m.

Haunted construction site.  Scully was right.  Who calls in these cases anyway?  What a stupid, stupid case.  They're meeting an exorcist tomorrow.  That should be fun.  Mulder groaned out loud as he read his notes again.  Couldn't they get cases like the haunted strip club?  The case of the possessed, naked blonde frolicking bimbos that needed constant attention?  He sighed again.

"Fuck this."

He threw down his pen, stood up and went to the window.

*Some fine accommodations here.  The U.S. government just broke the bank with this place.*

The motel was situated at an off-ramp of I 78.  A rather large truck stop was across the service road.  All day, and probably all night, the sound of rigs coming and going.  Sounded like he was at the end of a runway.

Suddenly Scully's face appeared in his window.  He jumped.

She laughed.

He opened the door.

"Sorry, Mulder.  Didn't mean to scare you."

"I couldn't hear you coming on account of the rigs over there."

"Yeah, this place is quite noisy.  Going to be hard to fall asleep later.  Listen, I'm going to get some ice.  Do you want anything from the vending machine?"  She held up the ice bucket.

Mulder looked around his room.

"I could use a cold drink.  I'll come with you."

He grabbed his room key and wallet then started walking towards the vending machine room.

"Scully.  Does this case totally suck?"

She looked up at him.  "Yes, it does."

"I keep hoping the Mystery Machine will show up and those meddling kids will solve this crime for us."

Scully laughed.  "You know what they say about Scooby and Shaggy don't you?"

They reached the vending machine area.

"That they smoked dope all the time?"

"Yeah, that's why they always wanted Scooby Snacks."

"The real hero of Scooby Doo was Velma.  She was the one left to solve most of the cases while Shaggy and Scooby were off getting high and Fred and Daphne were in the back of the Mystery Machine doing the horizontal mambo.  She should have gotten all the credit.  She wasn't selfish though, she shared it with the others.  She genuinely thought they were out there helping her solve those crimes of ghost ships and voodoo dancers.  Meanwhile they were all slacking off.  Velma was the one who did it all."

Scully looked at him.  "You watch *way* too much television."

Mulder put his quarters in and pressed the button.  He held his breath as the machine hesitated for a second before giving him his selection.  He looked around the back to ensure the machine was indeed plugged in.

Scully watched him with a concerned look on her face.

He looked at her.  "Can never be too careful Scully."

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Tuesday
1:32 p.m.

There was a pile of used kleenex in the basket next to Alex's bed.  Heavy breathing was heard and a moan as he came again.  Hot, creamy fluid coated his abdomen.

*Three times today and I wasn't even trying.*

Sweat trickled down his temple into his hair.  It was hot.  He was hot.  He needed Fox.  Needed a life.

He reached over and grabbed a handful of paper towels, the kleenex running out last time.  He wiped himself off then threw them in the basket.

*I need a better hobby.*

He looked down at his naked body glistening with sweat.  This couldn't go on.  He was trapped in this fucking room during the day.  Only at night did he go out.  He didn't want them to find him again.  Didn't want them following him to Mulder's place in the daylight.  Nighttime was better, he could hide and cover his tracks.  He bided his time here in this room, reading, watching tv, listening to music, to the junkies puking in the room next door.

He got up and stretched before putting on a pair of shorts and a white tank top.  Getting dressed is half the battle.  Going to the small window, he pulled back the thin curtain to look outside.  That black BMW was out there again.  Motor running, boom boom of the bass permeating the alleyway.  The exhaust was coming right in Alex's window.  Every day this asshole was out there, polluting the air with his dumb music and car exhaust.

*Fucker.  Didn't he know about emission laws?  He should give that piece of shit a tune-up.*

The car pulled away and backed down the alley.

"Fucking dealers."  He mumbled to himself.

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Tuesday
11:37 p.m.

The boom boom of the bass entered his room again, drowning out the beginning to David Letterman's monologue.  Alex got up and looked out the window.  That fucking BMW again.  The smell of exhaust began to immediately assault his nostrils.

"That's it!"  He yelled out loud.

Adrenaline started to flow as Alex grabbed his 9mm, screwed on the silencer then racked one in the chamber.

"Fucker," he mumbled.

*I'll just put a little scare into him.*

He tucked his gun in the waistband of his shorts.  It was awkward with the silencer attached but he wouldn't be concealing his weapon for long.

Alex went outside and up to the car.  He tapped on the darkly tinted window.  The man inside rolled it down.  He was a skinny white guy with stringy blonde hair and bad teeth.  The expensive Tommy Hillfiger track suit he wore did nothing to add to his appearance.  Cool air hit Alex's face along with the blast of rap music from inside the car.

"What the fuck do you want?  Ya gotta go to 3B"

"This your car?"

"What's it to you asshole?"

"It's belching fucking exhaust into my room."

"Well too fucking bad."  He turned away and started to roll up the window again.

"Hey!"  Alex leaned on the window to impede it's ascent.  "I'm asking you nicely.  Turn the car off."

"Fuck you!  Get you're grimy ass hands off my fucking car."  The man opened the door and got out.  He stood up to Alex's shoulders.

*He's got a lot of balls for a scrawny little shit.*

Krycek looked down at the man.  "Look.  Why don't you move to a different location.  Let someone else breathe in your smog for awhile."

"This neighborhood is MINE.  Got it?  I own this fucking street.  If you don't like it YOU can move asshole."  He pushed Alex barely moving him.

*He wants to fuck with me?  I've been wanting someone to fuck with me for a long time.*

"I know what you do and you don't scare me buddy.  Now, turn off your fucking car or move it somewhere else."

The man swung at Alex who caught his punch in mid-air.  Alex had had enough.  He pulled his gun and pointed it at the man's chest.

"Turn the fucking car off.  NOW!"

"You pull a gun on me asshole?  Who the fuck do you think you are?"  The man reached inside his red, white and blue track jacket.

Alex pulled the trigger.  *Oh that felt good.*

A small sigh of the gun firing was heard only to Alex as the man's body jerked back and blood spattered over the car.  Then the popping of the man's kneecaps breaking on the pavement as he fell forward.  The loud music covered the sound to anyone else.  He got him square in the chest.  Right in the heart.  Alex never missed.

He leaned over and looked at the man on the ground dying.  His eyes were going glassy, his breathing stopped.  With a final sigh the body was limp and Alex knew he was dead.

He removed the keys from the ignition before going back to the body.  He took the Glock from the man's holster and tucked it in his waistband.  He also took the wallet of the dead man and put it in his pocket before dragging the body over to the dumpster.  The man only weighed about 130.  Alex  hefted the body inside with ease, ensuring to cover it with garbage.  The stench made him gag.  No truck had been here for weeks to empty the dumpster and maggots crawled everywhere.  Who knew if they would ever come back.

The spot of blood and trail on the ground was minimal as he had moved the body right away.  He would come back later and clean it up along with the car.  No one would notice anyway back here.

He went back inside his room and stripped off his clothes, putting the soiled garments in a garbage bag.

He got in the shower and scrubbed away any traces on his skin.  When he was done he grabbed a bottle of bleach and poured it in the tub and down the drain.  He filled up the empty bleach bottle with water and set it aside along with the roll of paper towels.

He dressed in clean clothes then gathered up all of his belongings in his knapsack and a duffel bag.  There wasn't much and took about a minute to pack.  He stripped the sheets and put them in another garbage bag.

*What about the mattress?  No.  By the time they find the body someone else will have stained it worse than I have.*

He looked around - garbage.  He put that in yet another bag.

*I should really torch this place but that would only bring the cops.*

Taking everything and shoving his gun down the back of his shorts he turned off the light and left.

He went out to the car and opened the trunk.

"Holy shit."

A Colt AR-15 assault rifle, with thirty round magazine and flash eliminator lay on the floor of the trunk.  Five fully loaded magazines were beside it.  There was also a Benelli M1 Super 90 shotgun and a case of shells.

"Where the fuck did he get this monster?"  Alex whispered to himself as he looked at the shotgun.  He closed his eyes for a second.

*Oh shit.  Who did I just kill?*

He put the bags on top of the guns, threw the Glock in and closed the trunk.  Taking the bleach bottle filled with water he dampened a wad of paper towels and wiped the blood off of the car.  He then rinsed the blood stains from the alleyway as best he could.  Hopefully it would rain in the next day or two.  He put the paper towels and bleach bottle in another bag and threw it in the trunk.

He got in the car, moved the seat back and checked around for any more *surprises*.  Just a 9" knife but no more guns.  Alex sat there for a second before starting the car.

*Ah shit.  I've done worse.*

He started the car and backed out of the alleyway.

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Wednesday
10:37 a.m.

Mulder stirred his coffee yet nothing was added to it.  They were waiting for the exorcist to show up.  They had met with him yesterday and had agreed to come and take a look at the site.

He wanted to go home.  This case was getting on his nerves.  It didn't feel right.  He wanted to go home to Alex and hold him in his arms and make love to him.  Maybe they could go away together?  Doesn't Disneyworld have an FBI/double agent/spy day?  He smirked to himself at the mental image.

"What?"

"What, what?"

"What are you thinking about Mulder?  You just laughed."

"Scully do you remember the Brady Bunch episode where the kids haunted their own house so the parents wouldn't sell it?"

"Vaguely.  You're watching too much television Mulder."

"Maybe the construction site's not haunted.  Maybe one of the workers has a grudge against the company."

"That's what I said two days ago.  I can't find any conclusive evidence or witnesses to corroborate my theory."

"Then again.  They could be building on an ancient Indian burial ground.  Maybe we should plug in a television and see if it starts talking to us."

"I thought ghosts and poltergeist's were two different entities."

Mulder smiled.  "You caught that.  Pretty good Scully.  I thought you didn't watch a lot of TV."

"I never said I didn't watch television, I said *you* watch *too much* television.  Besides, Poltergeist was on last week."  She pointed to the doorway of the restaurant.  "Here's our exorcist.  Let's see what he has to say."

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Wednesday
9:51 p.m.

Krycek had been sitting in the tinted windowed interior of the restaurant at the truck for about 35 minutes now.  He was watching the motel across the street where Mulder and Scully were staying.  Scully was still in his room.  He could see them through the window sitting at a table.  They didn't look too happy.  He had parked the BMW around the back where men and their rigs were snoozing.  He had his knapsack with him.

After he dumped the body, he drove to a car wash and spent half an hour cleaning it inside and out.  Then drove to New York where he unloaded the weapons and ammo for a few grand.  He also got new plates for the car.

On his way to Allentown he parked at a rest area where he burned the stained clothes, sheets, paper towels, bleach bottle and garbage from his room in one of the conveniently placed barbecue pits.  He also burned the man's wallet.  He took the money out of it but didn't look at the ID.  He did not want to know who he was.  After his job was done he took a well deserved 3 hour nap.

He watched thunderheads roll in from the west.  Lightening illuminated the sky and rain was threatening to fall at any minute.  Finally, Scully emerged from Mulder's room.  Mulder in tow carrying her binders and a bundle of papers.  Her room was around the corner from his.  How convenient.  A few minutes later Mulder came back around the corner and returned to his room.  Alex waited a good ten minutes to make sure Scully was settled down for the evening before going across the street.  It was dark out but he had to be careful that she didn't see him, even for a second.  He crossed the service road.

He sidled up to Mulder's door and knocked.  His heart was pounding.  He had done this a thousand times before but those other times he had a gun in his hand and was ready to kill someone.

Mulder opened the door and a look of horror washed across his face.  He grabbed Alex by the arm and pulled him violently into the room and slammed the door.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"  He frantically whispered.

Alex reached out and touched his arm.  "I wanted to see you."

"I'm on a case here!  Do you know how much fucking trouble I could get into?  Do you have any idea at all?  In my house is one thing but on a case, out in the field!  Fuck, Alex!"

Alex stood there with his mouth open.  He came all this way and he yells at him.

"Fine, I'll go."  He turned to face the door and put his hand the doorknob.

"Wait," Mulder held the door shut with his hand, "don't go."

He made sure the curtains were closed tightly before turning Alex around so they were facing each other.  "I'm sorry.  I...  God, you shouldn't be here."

"I was in the neighborhood, thought I'd stop by."

"Yeah, right."

"Mulder, if you want me to go, I'll go."

"No.  Stay."  He stopped and looked at those succulent lips.  How can he resist him.  Those eyes piercing his own.  "You really shouldn't be here."  Mulder whispered not convincing either man.  "I...I'm a little paranoid, Scully's room backs on to mine, and this case..."  Mulder traced the outline around the collar of Alex's t-shirt with a finger.

"Hard case?"  Alex whispered back.

"It's one of those cases you'd want to sooner forget.  Paperwork.  Miles and miles of it."

"Yeah."  He placed his knapsack on the chair that, minutes ago, held Scully.

Mulder reached up and touched that hint of stubble he knew he'd have.

"You know I'm glad you came."

His body reacted the way he knew it would, he was as hard as a rock already and his body ached to be pressed to the one before him.

Alex put his arm around Mulder's head and brought him over for a kiss.  Tender at first but soon hungry, strong kisses consumed Mulder's mouth.

Mulder pushed Alex back on the bed, practically ripping the t-shirt off of his body.  Devouring his nipples with his tongue, he ran his hands over Alex's torso and belly.

Alex pulled Mulder's shirt over his head throwing it over his shoulder.  He hooked his legs around Mulder and flipped them over so Alex was on top.

"Where did you learn that little move?"

"Quantico, the same place you did."

He covered Mulder's mouth with his own, his tongue probing the warmth inside, thrusting it down Mulder's throat bringing a moan from him.

Hands flew over each other's bodies, removing clothing, flinging them aside.  Both men were now naked.

Alex was on top of Mulder.  He brought his mouth down to his neck, sucking and nipping at the remarkably still smooth skin from this morning's shave.  He ran his tongue down to the divot at the base of his neck.

Mulder sighed.

Alex continued the trail of his tongue down Mulder's chest, through the hair there and finally to a nipple.  He latched his mouth on one of the hard nubs, suckling at it, bringing it harder.

"Oh Alex.  Oh I missed you."

Alex dragged his tongue over to the other nipple leaving a trail of fire across Mulder's chest.  He licked and lapped at the other nipple sending shockwaves through Mulder's body.

"Mmmmmm."

Very slowly Alex licked and lapped his way down Mulder's torso, pausing, as he did, at his bellybutton to tease him.  Tracing a pattern with his tongue around and around sending Mulder into a frenzy of anticipation.

"Alex, please, please."  Mulder whimpered.

"Impatient aren't we."

He made his way down to Mulder's erection.  That beautiful cock was just what he wanted.  Finally doing what Mulder wanted him to do, he took it in his mouth.

Mulder sucked in his breath.  "Oh Jesus," he exhaled.

Alex lapped up the fluid glistening at the head, delighting, once more, at the taste of Mulder.  Using the tip of his tongue he circled the circumference of the head.

Thunder rumbled in the distance.

Mulder's breathing increased and Alex felt the cock in his mouth start to twitch.  He brought his mouth off and began kissing the man's thighs.

"A little sensitive today aren't we?"

"Yes."  Mulder groaned.

"Let's hang on for a minute.  I want us to come together."

"Oh god."  Mulder groaned again.  "If you insist."

"Oh, but I do insist.  You see, Mulder, I have been thinking of nothing else for the past 3 days but your amazing cock buried inside my ass.  If that doesn't happen I think drastic measures will be put into place."

Mulder sighed.  It was going to take him a good five minutes to calm down.

"Got any ice?"

"Ice?"

"Yeah, ice."

Mulder waved his hand in the direction of the chest of drawers in the corner strewn with pop cans, sunflower seeds and small bottles of water..

"I dunno.  Yeah.  Over there somewhere, Scully's always chewing ice cubes."

Mulder put his arm over his eyes.  *Why is he torturing me like this?*

Suddenly Mulder jumped at the coolness that enveloped his cock.

"What the fuck?"

Alex had returned his mouth to Mulder's cock but this time an ice cube was rolling around in there as well.  He swirled it around the head and down the length of Mulder's now cooling cock.  Goosebumps sprang up all over Mulder's body.

"That's really cold....oh my god that's cold."

Alex slurped the moisture away then licked a trail down to Mulder's balls.  He lapped at them with his cold tongue, feeling Mulder shiver.

Feeling Alex envelop his balls in his mouth with the ice cube brought another groan from Mulder.  His head was swimming.  Another sensation for the books.  Mulder was not losing his erection but the feeling he was going to come any second had gone away.

Alex brought his head up and looked at Mulder.  He crunched the ice cube and grinned at him before licking a cold trail up his body to end at his mouth.

The coolness of the crunched ice enveloped Mulder's mouth as Alex's tongue probed inside.  Alex broke free and looked at him.

"Better?"

"Where the hell did you learn that?"

"I'll never tell.  Come on lover, I want you inside me."

Alex went over to his knapsack and got the condoms and lube out and gave it to Mulder.  He lay face down on the bed, anxiously waiting for Mulder to get him ready.  He spread his legs as he felt Mulder's fingers tease the tight ring of muscle at the opening.

Kneeling behind Alex, Mulder bent his head down and kissed the spot at the base of his spine.  The fine hairs that grew there tickled his nose as he nuzzled the spot just before the curve of his ass.  He nipped along Alex's cheeks and inner thighs.

"Mmmmm.  That feels good."

Two fingers were inside Alex, working the rim of the muscle, opening it wider.  When satisfied, Mulder put on a condom and lubed it well before rolling Alex over to face him.

"I want to look at you."

He put his hands under Alex's knees and brought his hips to meet his own.  Alex wrapped his legs around Mulder's waist.  Mulder's cock teased the opening before entering Alex with one push.

A groan emitted from Alex.  "Ohhhh Fox.  Yeah.  That's it baby."

Mulder started to move back and forth, thrusting himself deeper and deeper into Alex.

"God you're fucking tight."

Alex moved his ass up a bit to give Mulder better access.

"Oh Alex.  Yeah."  Mulder moaned.

He closed his eyes and savored the moment.  This awesome feeling that he never got enough of.  Almost drunk on passion, he slid easily in and out of Alex.  He sighed as he opened his eyes and looked down on his lover.  Alex's eyes had sparks in them and that little grin on his face.  Sweat peppered his brow and upper lip.

Mulder was bending down to lick the sweat that gathered in the divot above Alex's lip when there was a knock on the door.

"Mulder?"

He froze and abruptly stopped thrusting into Alex bringing a moan of disappointment from him.  Mulder was paralyzed with fear.

"Oh shit!"  He whispered.

They've been caught.  He was going to have to explain this all to Scully and Skinner and go before those fuckers at the Office of Professional Review again.  Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

The knock came again.

"Mulder?"  Scully yelled over the rumbling of the thunder that was getting louder.  "It's me.  Do you want anything from the vending machine?"

Shit!

"Nnnno...No, I'm fine."  He yelled back

"What are you doing?"

Alex started laughing.  Mulder put a pillow over Alex's face to muffle his noises.

"I...um, I'm just getting into the shower."

"Oh.  I see.  I'm going to soak in the tub myself."

"Good."

More laughing from Alex.  Mulder pushed down on the pillow but suddenly released his grip.  If he smothered him that would be an even worse situation.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then.  I'll come get you about 7 for breakfast."

"Okay.  Uh, goodnight Scully."

"Goodnight Mulder."

Krycek's body was heaving from the laughter.  He knew he had to stop laughing.  He was going to come if he didn't.  Every shake of his body made the head of Mulder's cock caress that wonderful spot in his ass.  He couldn't stop.  This was too ridiculous.

*Oh fuck, I'm going to....*

Mulder swatted him in the ass, cutting off his train of thought.

"That wasn't fucking funny!  Dammit!"  He whispered fiercely.

"Oh don't stop.  Smack me again."

"Shhhhh.  She'll hear you."

Thunder cracked from above.

"No she won't."

Mulder swatted his ass again.  Krycek winced then smiled.

"You like that hey?  A little rough?  Of course you'd like it."

He looked at Alex who was gripping his own penis, stroking it gently.

Mulder rose higher on his knees, bringing Krycek's ass farther from the bed.  He started smacking his ass in time with his thrusts.

Alex moaned.

Mulder continued to smack Alex's ass which was now growing red.

"Oh Mulder.  Mulder, Mulder.  Oh I like that."

"My name is Fox."

"Ohhhh yeah."

"Say it Alex.  Say my name.  I want you to say my name."

Mulder smacked him harder now.  Sweat was trickling down his forehead and his cheeks.  This was definitely going in the record books as one fantastic fuck.

"Fox."

"Say it again."

"Fox.  Fox.  Oh god Fox, fuck me Fox."

The sound of Mulder smacking Alex's buttocks married with the sound of heavy breathing and moaning from the two men.  Thunder clapped again outside and rain began to hit the window.

Alex's hand was working in time with Mulder's thrusts and swats.  He was close, god was he close.  *Oh god, one more against that lovely spot in my ass.  Oh yeah.*

"Fox....oh yeah, Fox, Fox."  Alex came, the fluid spurting up and out onto his hand and stomach.

"Yeah, say it...say my name...oh Alex..."  Sparks went off behind his closed eyelids as he thrust hard into Alex's ass, gripping his hips.  He thrust twice more, moaning, the intensity of this orgasm not matched by many.

They stayed there, joined for a minute while their breathing came down listening to the thunder rumbling.  Mulder pulled out of Alex enlisting groans from each man.

They lay there, dozing for awhile.  Mulder lying on his back staring up at the ceiling.  A million thoughts running through his mind at once.

*What the hell am I doing?  I'm on a case.  My partner is in the next room.  This is the one and only time this is going to happen.  I don't care if I'm undercover for a month and can't even jerk off.  This can't happen again.  It's too dangerous.*

Alex sighed and his breathing deepened breaking Mulder's concentration.  He looked down at the brown head resting on his chest.  He absentmindedly stroked the hair there.  Alex was sleeping now.

*What the hell am I going to do with this guy?  I don't want to end this.  Can't end this.  I need him, I love him.*

Thunder cracked outside again.

*He won't tell me what he's up to.  I guess I can respect that.  If the shoe was on the other foot I wouldn't tell me anything either.  I hope he's being careful.  I hope he's not hurting anyone or doing anything illegal.  God, what if he's involved in some illegal activity and I get pinned as an accessory....No.  Not unless they have me under surveillance.  They don't have me under surveillance...do they?*

"Shit," he whispered out loud.

*I'm just paranoid.  Have to relax.  I'm starting to sound like that song I heard on the radio today.  Paranoia, paranoia, everybody's out there to get me...or something like that.*

He looked down at Alex who was letting out tiny snores as he slept.

*That *was* kind of funny when Scully knocked on the door....Yeah, funny like a heart attack.  Shit.*

Mulder closed his eyes and breathed in deep.  *Gotta relax.*

The lamp in the corner threw an orange light over the room.  Not too bright.  Soothing.  Mulder dozed off.

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There was an elbow in his ribs.  Mulder opened his eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."  Alex was sitting on the side of the bed.  Naked of course.

"Hmmmmm.  Well you did.  What time is it?"

"Almost midnight."

Krycek's stomach growled.

"I'm starving.  Time for dessert."

He stood up and walked to his knapsack.  He rubbed his ass which was still sore from the onslaught of Mulder's slaps before.

"Dessert?  What *don't* you have in that bag of yours?  It's like a bottomless pit."

"Always be prepared, Mulder."

He carefully removed a clear plastic food container that held four chocolate cupcakes.  He opened the lid and devoured one in one bite.

"God, it's like a scene out of When Animals Attack."  Mulder moved over to sit with him at the table.

"Mmmmm.  Try one."  Alex said, his mouth full of cupcake.

He held them out to Mulder who took one, taking a bite.

"These are good.  Did you bake them yourself?"

"No."

"I thought maybe you expanded your repertoire from breakfast to baked goods."

Alex raised his eyebrows then swallowed.

"I got them over there at the truck stop.  Myrtle's famous double chocolate fudge cupcakes.  4 for a buck."

Sitting there, naked, they dug into the cupcakes.  Alex devouring another one.  He watched Mulder eat.  Frosting spilling over his lips.  He licked his lips and smacked them together.

"Sex and chocolate, there's one way to get the blood pumping."

Krycek stared at the spot of icing remaining at the corner of Mulder's mouth.

"You have frosting..."

"Where?"  Mulder grabbed a napkin off the table and began to lift it to his mouth.

Alex pushed his hand away.  He moved in slowly, his eyes blazing a bright, hot green.

"Let me," he whispered, his lips brushing Mulder's face.  His tongue darted out and slowly licked the frosting away.

Mulder's lips twitched.  His respiration deepened.

Instead of swallowing the frosting, Krycek brought his mouth down on Mulder's thrusting his tongue between the already open lips.  He stroked the warm moist interior, sharing the chocolatly sweetness with his lover.

Mulder's body reacted to Krycek's tongue like he knew it would.  The hardness in his groin already started to throb.  Sweat broke out across his back.

Alex finally broke free and looked at Mulder.  His eyes were open wide, a dazed look on his face. Reaching over to the table he grabbed the remaining cupcake.  Using his finger he swept the chocolate icing off of the top.  He knelt down before Mulder who was sitting in the chair.

"No.  No.  Oh no you're not..."  Mulder said, excited but hesitant at the same time.

"Oh yes, I am."  Alex took the finger and rubbed it liberally over Mulder's erection.

"Oh my god.  Do you..."

"Shhhh."  Alex cut him off as his mouth descended on the chocolate coated member of Mulder.

Mulder sucked in his breath then sighed.  The feeling of the icing and Alex's tongue was like nothing else he felt before.  Chalk another one up for new experiences.

The sweetness of the chocolate and muskiness of Mulder drove Alex wild.  He started moaning and making a laughing noise at the same time.

"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?"  Mulder said.

"Mmmmmm."  Krycek licked up the back of Mulder's erection.

"I'm enjoying this too,"  he sighed.

Krycek sucked at the tip for a second to get every last bit of icing then pulled off of Mulder.

"Don't stop!"  Whimpered Mulder

"That was dessert.  Now's time for the meat & potatoes.  Get up."

"Get up?"

"Get up."

Mulder stood up, a feat with his still throbbing hard on.

Alex pushed him face first against the wall.  Mulder put his hands out to brace himself.

"Spread 'em."

"What?"

"You heard me, spread 'em lover."

Mulder complied.  This was new.

Krycek grabbed the lube and a condom from beside the bed and put it on.  The rubber ring around the top of the condom acting as a cock ring, keeping him hard.  He lubed up two fingers.  Spreading Mulder's ass cheeks he slipped in the fingers easily.  It did not take much to get Mulder ready.  He grabbed onto Mulder's hips and thrust himself inside.

Mulder cried out at the mixture of pleasure and pain.

Alex buried himself inside Mulder, leaning in close to him.  Mulder's back was wet with perspiration, his smell...oh that fucking intoxicating smell that drove him crazy.  He licked the back of is neck, tasting him.  Then Alex started moving his hips back and forth.

"Oh yeah," Mulder whispered.

Alex put his arm around Mulder's waist and grabbed onto his hardness.  The head was weeping pre-cum which he used to lubricate his hand.

Mulder still had his arms outstretched, his hands against the wall.  He bent his knees a bit and leaned forward.  This gave Alex's thrusts to connect with his prostate.

"Ohhhh my god, that's great."

Alex was licking Mulder's neck, nipping at his earlobes.  His right hand was working on Mulder's cock while his other was on Mulder's hip, guiding himself into his ass with every push.

"Say *my* name.  Say it, Fox."

"Alex," he whispered.

"I want you to scream my name.  I want you to think of no one else but me.  I want you to scream my name over and over whenever you come."

"Oh yeah, Alex, you feel so good."

Alex slammed into Mulder's ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin not heard over the rumble of the semis coming down the road.  He moved his hips from side to side enlisting a whimper from Mulder.  Faster and harder he thrust in and out.

They were getting close.  Mulder's breathing was getting heavy.  He closed his eyes.

"Alex.  Alex.  Alex.  Oh god, Alex...."  A passing truck drowned out the rest of his screams.

Mulder came with a buck of his hips.  The warm liquid spurted against the wall in front of him.

"Oh Alex....Alex."  He whispered as the last remnants were milked from him.

The constriction of Mulder's ass when he came sent Alex flying over the edge.

"Mmmmmmmm  Nuuuhhh.  Fox," he gasped into the neatly trimmed hair at the neck before him.  His body spasmed with his orgasm, slamming his hips against Mulder's buttocks again and again.

They stood there for a minute.  Alex clinging to Mulder's back.  Mulder leaned forward and rested his head against the cool painted brick before him.

Alex pulled out of Mulder and cleaned himself up.

Mulder took a napkin off the table and wiped his mess of the wall.

"The maids aren't going to like this," he said.

Alex lay down on the bed.

"Sorry."

Mulder lay down beside Alex.

"Thank god it's so fucking noisy here."

"I noticed that.  Have trouble sleeping?"

"Do I ever sleep?"

"You will now."

Alex moved over and put his head on Mulder's chest.  It was still damp with sweat.

"What time is it Mr. Fox?"

"It's 12:36 a.m."

"I should go."

"Yeah."

"Don't want to be found by Scully in the morning."

"Don't even fucking *joke* about that Alex.  She gives me enough lectures about protocol as it is."

They lay there in silence, caressing each other.

Finally after a large sigh, Alex sat up.  He looked at Mulder.  His eyes seemed almost black in this light.

"I have to go."

He reached over and tenderly stroked Mulder's strong jaw line before kissing him on the mouth.  He then stood up and got dressed.  Black jeans, black boots and black t-shirt.

Mulder also got up and put on his sweats.

"Hang on, let me make sure the coast is clear."

Mulder left for a minute then came back.

"Her light is off, she must be sleeping."

He closed the door behind him and reached out to Alex for one more kiss.

"You be a good boy."

"I always intend to be."

Alex slipped out the door silently, his knapsack slung over his left shoulder.  Mulder watched him cross the service road and head around the back of the truck-stop.  He yawned and got back in bed, discarding the sweats and turning off the light.

*That can't happen again....even if it was so fucking good.*

He grabbed the extra pillow and held on to it until he fell asleep.

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Thursday
3:45 p.m.

"You sure ya wanna wreck this car buddy?  It's a beaut."

"Listen - you said you'd do it, now do it.  How much more do you want?  Five hundred?"

Alex pulled the bills off of a large wad and handed it to the man.

"Sure buddy, whatever you want.  It's just a really nice car"

"It's a burden."

Alex watched as the car was lifted with the powerful magnet and dropped in the compactor.  Glass smashed and metal twisted as the compactor squished the car.

"There ya go buddy."

"Thanks."

Alex walked away from the man and out to the motorcycle he had bought minutes earlier.  His knapsack slung over his shoulders, his dufflebag bungee-corded to the back of the seat.  He kick started it, let it rev for a few seconds then pulled away.

END OF PART V

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