Series/Sequel:  Sequel to 7002 and 7243
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Spoilers:  The Red and the Black, The End, The Beginning and Drive.

Disclaimer:  They don't belong to me, they belong to Chris Carter, 1013
Productions and Fox.  Please don't sue me, I'm unemployed.

Summary:  Krycek decides to pay Mulder a little visit after the warehouse
incident.

Comments:  Thanks to Aries and Orithain  for being beta goddesses.

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Mulder slowly plodded up the stairs to his apartment.  His neck hurt, his back  hurt, everything hurt.  He wondered how much more he could take?  How much  more shit could happen in his life?  After what happened today, he just wanted  to flop on the couch and get drunk.  What a literal pile of shit.  People with  exploding heads.  People yelling at him.  Assholes, all of them.

With a sigh, he got his keys out of his pocket and put one in the lock.  //Thank  god for number 42.//  He opened the door, stepped into the dark apartment and  shut the door behind him.  //Probation.  Spender.  Fuckers.  What the...shit.//

Mulder watched as the red dot of a laser guidance system ran across his chest  and up to his forehead.

"Don't move."

Mulder groaned as he saw the faint outline of Krycek sitting on his chair at his  desk, facing him.  "Great, all I need is a visit from Alex fucking Krycek to  complete my day.  What do you want?"

Krycek raised his eyebrows, unnoticed by Mulder.  "I want you to slowly take  your gun and put it on the coffee table, then sit down on the couch."

Mulder let out another sigh.  "Can I turn on the light so I don't fucking kill  myself?"

Krycek twitched.  "I suppose."

Mulder flicked on the light then strode over to where the scruffy, leather  jacketed man was sitting.  "Tell you what, Krycek.  I'll make it easy for you,  why don't you just take my gun yourself."  He unclipped the holster from his  belt and put it in Alex's lap.  "Here, you might as well take these as well."  He  gave him his cuffs and badge.  "And this."  He took the laminated pass out of  his pocket and dropped it on top.  Mulder then turned and walked towards the  bedroom, taking off his tie as he did.

Alex looked down at the things in his lap.  //What the hell is going on here?   Did he just walk away, unarmed, and leave me here?//  He could hear Mulder  rummaging in the bedroom.  //I'd better be ready, just in case.//

Mulder came back to the living room, dressed in sweats and a t-shirt.  Alex was  still holding his gun on him.  "You want a drink, Krycek?  I could use a drink.   Let's have a drink."  Mulder then went towards the kitchen.

Alex's eyes grew wide.  Something was not right here.  Usually, Mulder would  have threatened him a couple of times and tried to kill him by now.

Mulder came back with two glasses and a bottle of Crown Royal.  He sat down  on the couch and poured them both a large shot.  "You can put the gun away,  Krycek, I'm unarmed and on my way to getting drunk."  As if to prove his  point, he downed his shot in one gulp.

Alex cautiously re-holstered his firearm.  He put Mulder's gun, badge, ID card  and handcuffs on the desk behind him.  He then reached over, lifted the glass  off the coffee table and took a sip.  The amber liquid burned a smooth trail  down his throat.

"So, Krycek, what's new?  How's the rat race these days?"

"What the fuck is going on here, Mulder?"

"What do you mean?"  he asked as he poured himself another drink.

"Why are you acting like this?  What are you up to?"

Mulder laughed.  "Not a fucking thing."  He took a sip of his drink.  "Actually,  I *am* overwrought that this NBA season is basically toast.  Then a guy's head  exploded in the car I was driving yesterday."  Mulder frowned and took another  sip.

Alex looked at him, should he laugh?  "You know, Mulder, I came here  tonight..."

"Look."  Mulder cut him off.  "I should warn you that if you're here with  another doomsday speech, and a vague tip about the fate of the universe, I'm  gonna have to stop you right here.  I'm not allowed to play with people like that  anymore."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Mulder put his glass on the table.  "I'm no longer part of the X-Files."

Krycek couldn't believe his ears.  //He must be shitting me.//  "What?"

Mulder looked him in the eye.  "I'm no longer part of the X-Files."

"Wait a minute, I thought they re-opened the X-Files."

"They did."

"So, what the fuck are you talking about?  How can they be open..."

Mulder hung his head.  "They took it away, Krycek.  My whole life, my whole  fucking career.  Gone."

"They took it away?  What do you mean?  Who's working on them now?   Skinner?"  Krycek smirked.

Mulder sighed.  He didn't care anymore what the hell happened.  "They gave  the X-Files to Fowley and Spender.  I'm not allowed to investigate an X-File,  talk to them *about* the X-Files, do any fucking thing with the X-Files."   Mulder shot back the rest of his second glass of liquor.

Krycek sucked in his breath.  "That's gotta hurt, hey, Mulder?  Your ex and  that little weasel boy shutting you out like that."  He snorted.  "You must be  pretty pissed off."

"I was.  I am.  I don't know.  I don't care."  He looked at Krycek.  "You know  Spender?"

"From the Academy.  We met a couple of times when I went back for additional  training."

"Wow, the weasel and ratboy there at the same time.  Who would have thought  the rodents were so thick at Quantico."  Mulder poured himself a third drink.

Krycek ignored the remark.  "Don't you think you should slow down a little  there, Mulder?"

"I don't need to drive anywhere, I'm fine."  Mulder left the drink untouched.   He *was* getting a little drunk.  Those were rather large portions of alcohol he  just slammed down, not to mention, he hadn't had anything to eat since noon.   He stood and nearly fell over the coffee table.

Krycek quickly grabbed Mulder and held onto him to keep him from falling.   "Where are you going?"

"To take a piss, if it's okay with you."  Mulder could feel Krycek's tight  muscles, even through the jacket and sweater he was wearing.  "You can let go  of me now."

Krycek slowly let Mulder go, watching as he staggered down the hallway to the  bathroom.  He smirked to himself as he removed his jacket and sat on the  couch.  //Fucking Fox Mulder tonight is going to be easier than I thought.//

Mulder came back to the living room and flopped down beside Krycek.  His  head was swimming.  "Krycek, what the hell are you still doing here?"

"I thought it was my turn to pay you a visit, Mulder.  You came to see me last  time."

He snorted.  "That's over."

"Oh no, it's not.  See, Mulder, you got to fuck *me* the past two times.  I figure  it's about time for *me* to fuck *you*.  Unlike last time, I'll make sure to use a  condom."

Visions of Alex thrusting into him ran through his brain and straight down to  his cock.  Shit!

"What if I said I'm not in the mood?"

"I would say I *am* and you will be soon."

He snorted again.  "You're sure of yourself, aren't you, ratboy?"

"Very."  Krycek moved closer.  He reached out and put his hand on Mulder's  forearm and rubbed it.  "I'll bet you a thousand dollars, I'll have you screaming  my name within the hour."

"I'll bet you a thousand dollars you'll have blue balls."

Krycek moved his hand up to Mulder's shoulder and across to his chest, ever  ready for the punch that could come at any minute.  He caressed the muscular  chest, lingering in the middle for a minute, then down and up again.  His  fingertips traced a random pattern, every circle moving lower and lower down  his body.

Mulder could feel himself melt into Krycek's touch.  //Do something!  You're  just sitting there, letting him touch you!  You're also getting very hard.   Mulder, snap out of it, what are you doing?//

"You want it, Mulder, I know you do."  Krycek leaned over and planted a kiss  on his neck, licking at the day's worth of stubble.

//Oh shit.  Oh shit.  Oh shit.  I'm gone.//  Mulder sighed as Krycek began  running his hand gently over the patch of cotton that covered a nipple.  //Yes, I  want you.  Badly.  Naked and sweating and moaning and...//

Krycek had reached Mulder's jaw and ran his tongue up to Mulder's mouth.  He  looked at the dazed hazel eyes before descending on his luscious lips.  He  tugged at the t-shirt Mulder was wearing.  Swiftly they both removed it, not  wanting to lose contact.

Mulder could feel Krycek's tongue sweep across his lips and press against them.   He allowed it to enter, playing with his own.  His cock was bulging the fabric of  his sweats, his mind was spinning.  It felt so good.  Krycek's mouth was so  sweet, his lips so soft.  Mulder reached up and started moving his hand across  Krycek's back.  He was surprised to hear himself moan as his left nipple was  pulled and teased to hardness.

Krycek smiled inwardly at the moan.  He knew he had him.  Gently his hand  began its descent down Mulder's body.  From his nipples, to his abdomen,  across the flat hardness and down to the sweats.  He lingered at the waistband,  feeling the smooth skin and silky hair of Mulder's belly.  Finally, he inched  down and caressed the bulge in the fabric.

Mulder moaned again.  He was so hard.  He reached over and grabbed the hem  of Krycek's t-shirt.  They broke away as he pulled it over his head, careful of  the prosthesis.  This time, Mulder's mouth reached over and sucked on one of  the exposed nipples.

Krycek sat back and looked down at Mulder, his golden brown hair still spiky  from that awful haircut.  He sighed as Mulder's tongue snaked across the  leather straps of his prosthesis.  He sucked in his breath as Mulder's hand  moved down to the erection straining the denim at his crotch.

Mulder pulled away from Krycek's chest and started undoing the buckles of his  prosthesis one by one.  He then slipped the straps off and laid the battered limb  on the coffee table.  He reached up and massaged the scar tissue of the stump,  gaining a moan from the younger man.  His lips met the skin, as smooth as he  remembered it.  So soft.  His hand ran along the calluses across the chest to  Krycek's right shoulder.

Krycek was letting out small moans like a kitten purring.  No one had ever  done this to him, ever.  Marita had made him leave his shirt on.  The whores he  went to in Russia didn't want to touch him.  He stopped going after awhile and  relieved himself with his hand instead.  //Oh god, this felt so good.//  But he  couldn't sit here and be content with Mulder stroking him.  He wanted to be  buried inside him, thrusting into him, making him beg for more.

"This place got a bed, Mulder?"  Krycek knew the answer, but victory would be  sweeter if Mulder asked him to his bed instead of Krycek dragging him there by  the hair.

Mulder took his mouth off of the smooth skin.  "Hmmmm.  Yeah.  I never use  it."

"Do you want to now?"

Mulder looked at the other man.  Green eyes blazing, lips swollen from earlier  kisses.  Should he say no?  No.  He would be saying yes.  He cleared his throat.   "Yes."  He stood and started walking towards the bedroom.

Krycek stood and followed the still slightly drunk agent down the short hallway  off of the dining room, past the bathroom and into the bedroom.

Mulder pulled the coverlet off the bed, letting it fall to the floor, sneezing at the  dust it stirred up.  He turned around to find Krycek standing behind him.  He  pulled the him into an embrace.  Their mouths found each other again, tongues  dancing together.  Mulder ran his hands down Krycek's shoulders to linger at  the small of his back.  He then reached around and undid Krycek's jeans.

Krycek moaned into Mulder's mouth as his cock was set free from the confines  of his jeans.  Soon the jeans, his underwear and boots were being pulled off and  flung away.  He was naked, standing before Mulder, watching him remove his  own clothes.  His cock was dripping pre-cum just from looking at him.  God, he  was beautiful.

Mulder sat on the bed, reaching out to bring Alex to him.  They lay on the bed  together, caressing each other's naked bodies.  His mouth descended on  Krycek's again, driving his tongue deep down the other man's throat until he  pulled away for a breath.

Krycek was caressing Mulder's balls, lightly running his fingers over the fragile  skin.  His mouth found a nipple again, bringing a gasp from Mulder.  Slowly,  he snaked a trail down to the brown curls at his groin.  He kissed the tip of  Mulder's erection, sucking at the pre-cum that was there.  His tongue ran  around the head, flicking at the slit in the top, bringing Mulder to hardness he  never thought he could achieve.

Mulder moaned loudly, Krycek's mouth was sent from heaven.  He knew  exactly what to do and when to do it.

Krycek's mouth descended on Mulder's glistening cock, his tongue running up  the back as he pulled up.  He didn't linger there too long, Mulder was close.  He  pulled off and licked down to his balls, nipping at the sensitive skin, bringing  shudders from above.  Lower he went until he reached the perineum and the  puckered opening to Mulder's ass.  Mulder spread his legs and bent his knees  for him.  Alex flicked his tongue across the muscle, teasing it with the bare tip.

"Oh, god, yes.  Oh yeah."  Mulder moaned as he twisted the sheets in his  hands.

Krycek knew Mulder was past the point of no return.  He wondered if he would  really pay him the thousand bucks?  They didn't shake on it or anything, would  the bet still be valid?  His tongue moved back up, over his balls and up his  cock, drawing off the fresh spot of pre-cum on the tip.

"Please, Alex.  Please,"  Mulder whimpered.

Oh this was sweet.  Not only was Mulder using his first name, but he was  begging for it, just as he knew he would be.  He was going to give it to him  good.

Alex got off the bed long enough to grab the condoms and lube from his jeans  pocket.  He put the condoms on the night table and attempted to squirt some of  the cold lube out when Mulder started to turn over.

"No.  I want to see you come."  He wasn't leaving here without proof Mulder  enjoyed himself immensely.

Mulder rolled onto his back, lifted his knees up and spread his legs wide.  Alex  squeezed a generous blob of lube on his thigh.  Scooping some up, he coated  two fingers.  Mulder let out another moan as Alex ran one of them around and  around the opening before plunging a finger deep inside.

Mulder jumped as his prostate was caressed.  Suddenly another finger joined  the first, opening him wider.  Mulder closed his eyes and centered his energy  on the pleasure of Alex's fingers inside him.  He was gone.  Alex had won him  over completely.  Then the fingers left him.  He opened his eyes and stared into  the most incredibly green eyes he had ever seen.  They were practically  shooting sparks into his own eyes, blinding him.

Alex ripped the condom package open with his teeth.  He placed it on the head  of his cock and gently rolled it down.  Using the last of the lube on Mulder's  thigh, he coated it liberally.  He then knelt in front of Mulder, holding the base  of his cock.

"Wrap your legs around me and push me inside you."

Mulder did as he was told.  The mixture of pleasure and pain as he was  stretched to accommodate Alex was exquisite.

Alex let go of his cock and moved forward, pushing gently against Mulder.  He  put his hand on Mulder's abdomen, stopping him for a minute.  Sweat had  broken out all over his body.  It had been so long, he didn't want to come too  quickly.  Finally, he pushed again, signaling Mulder to do the same.

Mulder hooked his ankles together and shoved Alex's cock into him to the hilt.   Slowly he moved his hips back and forth, up and down, maneuvering himself  so the cock inside him would hit that lovely spot in his ass.  He looked into  Alex's eyes as the younger man reached forward and grabbed his hip.  Together  they moved as one, bringing themselves to an unbelievable higher state of  arousal.

Alex closed his eyes and brought Mulder's hips up to meet his own.  He needed  more, needed Mulder to feel this.  He bent over the older man, bracing himself  with his one hand.  Mulder's legs moved up to wrap around his back.  He  couldn't do this for long.  He thrust deep and hard into Mulder, wanting so  much to bend down and suck on his lower lip.  Mulder's ass was so tight, so  good.  He grunted as he slammed into Mulder, relishing every stroke.  Sweat  rolled down to splash on the perfect chest below.

Mulder was working on his own cock as he thrust his hips up to meet Krycek.  He could see the muscles flex in Alex's arm, the veins standing out from the  strain.  He was starting to think how hard this must be to do with one arm  when a jolt of pleasure shot through his body as Alex hit his prostate again.   Mulder was sweating and breathing heavily, he sped up the hand on his cock,  his thumb pressing on the spot just below the head to give him the most  pleasure.  He was coming, oh god, he was coming.

"Oh god, oh Alex."  Mulder's hot fluid shot out and spattered both men.

Alex let out a strangled laugh/cry as he tumbled over the edge to his own  orgasm.  //He screamed my name, he screamed my name.//  Alex thrust a  couple more times before collapsing on top of Mulder.  His hips still moved  back and forth, milking his cock before becoming still.  He felt Mulder kiss the  top of his head.  He kissed the chest under him, tasting Mulder's cum.  After  what seemed like an eternity, Alex fell out of Mulder and started removing the  condom.

Mulder reached over and got the box of kleenex off of his night table and  cleaned him and Alex up.  He lay down beside the other man, who was still  panting.  He reached out and brought him over so his head was resting on his  chest.  Mulder wrapped his arms around Alex and held him until he fell asleep.

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Mulder awoke to a kiss being planted on his forehead and the bed shifting.  He  opened his eyes and looked at the clock.  10:15.  Alex was fully dressed and  starting out the door.  He sat up with a jolt.

"Wait!  Don't go."  Mulder watched as Alex stopped in the doorway and turned  around.

"I have to."  Alex forced himself not to look directly at Mulder.

"No you don't.  Stay."

"No."

"Why?"

"I didn't come here to become your boyfriend, Mulder.  I came here to fuck you.   Mission accomplished."

"I don't want you to be my *boyfriend*.  Just stay.  For a little while."

"No."  It took every ounce of will Alex had to turn and walk out the bedroom  door.  Quickly, he left the apartment and the building, half expecting Mulder to  run after him and beg him to come back.  When he didn't, he continued his  journey down the street and into the night.

//you'd think you'd notice how i've simply chosen to fade one fleeting moment i would have hoped i could stay if i kissed you would you push my face away? if i told you how I feel would you have listened anyway? ******** i wish i'd noticed  all the postponements you saved i never told you you were the one i believe if i touched you  would you push my hand away? if i listened would I've heard the things  that made me run away?//

"Razorblades and Bandaids by Econoline Crush

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