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Title: Double Latte
Author: Nicole S.
Rating: NC-17 for language, and m/m sex.

Archive: Da Cube

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Summary: Krycek's cranky without his caffeine.

Comments: Amy, Aries and Lefey my beta queens - merci beaucoup! I have been seriously BLOCKED for the past 3 months. Writing this took everything I had in me. Many MANY Thanks to Amy, Jen and Tina for sparking my creativity again and taking me to the next level. Thanks also to Tyler, cube mistress extraordinare. She worked fucking hard on this site - give it up for her!

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Double Latte
by Nicole S. (08/01)
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All the ways my mama taught me how
I want, I want you now
In anyplace you'll allow
I want you now
I want you now…

-- Hawksley Workman - "Striptease"

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Mulder moaned and tried to open his eyes. He blinked, but they hurt, so he left them closed. His body moved with the motion of the car, rocking and rolling him around the interior of the trunk.

The trunk of a car wasn't his first choice of transportation, but seeing as though he was hog-tied and lying on his side, he couldn't exactly argue. He could smell exhaust and hear loud rock music. It was surprisingly cool in here, which was better than the stifling heat of summer.

The car hit a bump and Mulder groaned as his body was thrown around the small compartment. He cried out as his head collided with a square bottle of liquid that came to rest beside his ear. By the way the liquid was sloshing around inside the container, he guessed it was probably a bottle of windshield washer fluid.

"He could have at least cleaned out the goddamn trunk," Mulder moaned.

Typical Krycek. Never thinking of others, only himself.

Mulder wiggled his hands and feet, but found them more than secure. As a matter of fact, the more he moved around, the tighter the knots in the ropes seemed to get.

Mulder smiled despite his predicament and wondered what Krycek had in store for him this time. He'd never been kidnapped before. Especially at knifepoint in a grocery store. He had to admit that Krycek liked to keep it fresh. Although what Krycek had done this morning was just plain wrong. If anyone had called the police, he would have more than a lot of explaining to do.

His chin still hurt underneath from where the tip of Krycek's knife had cut him. He wondered if Krycek had really meant to cut him, or if it was just an oversight. Whatever it was, that lady with the rollers in her hair had taken the opportunity to faint when she saw the blood.

If Mulder could have shook his head, he would have. What the hell was Krycek thinking?

He mulled this thought over as the car drove on, the bottle of windshield fluid bouncing off his head from time to time. A while later, the car turned a corner, slowed and stopped. Mulder's heart pounded as he wondered what would happen next.

+++++++++

Alex swung out of the gas station and raced down the interstate. He drove for about twenty minutes when his headache returned. He frowned and lit a cigarette. He knew he should have stopped for a coffee when he had gassed up. Now he'd have a headache until the next service area.

He'd been driving for hours. Music blasting, Mulder in his trunk. He didn't know where he was, didn't know exactly where he was going. As a matter of fact, he didn't have a plan at all; taking Mulder at knifepoint was a spur of the moment thing. That worried him, and was one of the reasons for his headache.

Alex took a drag and blew smoke out his nose with an annoyed sigh. He never did anything spur of the moment. Every action was a well-calculated series of events and heavily weighed risks. He never did anything just because he felt like it.

He sniffed and glared down the road. He couldn't justify what he'd done. It was all Mulder's fault. Every time Alex saw him, his buttons got pushed in just the right way and something welled up inside that just made him *want* him so bad. Wanted him bad enough to risk exposure, to risk getting caught. Someone in that grocery store could have called the police.

He snorted. Not that they could hold him.

Still, it was a stupid thing to do. He should be more careful.

He took a long drag of his cigarette. His head was really starting to pound. He needed coffee and aspirin and then he'd feel normal. But he needed *good* coffee. That swill at the gas station had resembled coffee, but he didn't want to slum it if he didn't have to.

Rubbing his forehead with one hand and steering with the other, he turned off the interstate and onto a main drag of some town that had been farmland a few years before. It was amazing how these bedroom communities seemed to pop up overnight. Alex didn't even know what this place was called.

His head hurt so much that he nearly missed the Starbucks sign out of the corner of his eye. Wrenching the wheel to the left and stepping on the gas, he turned the vehicle toward the sign.

Horns blared and SUV's screeched to a stop as Alex's black Acura ran a red light and crossed six lanes of traffic to get to the entrance of the mall that held the coffeehouse. He came to a rather abrupt stop in front of the door in a no parking zone then put the car in park.

The suburbanites sitting outside at the quaint wrought-iron tables and chairs gave the vehicle and its driver curious looks as their newspapers ruffled in the slight breeze. Alex ignored the stares as the people watched the leather clad man with the dark sunglasses and cigarette between his lips emerge from his idling car and walk toward the Starbucks.

The people outside exchanged uncomfortable looks with each other for a moment before training their attention back to their newspapers.

Alex flung the door open and looked around the dimly lit room. The rich smell of caffeine-laden coffee surrounded him. He breathed in deep and smiled a small smile while taking a drag on his cigarette. Then he looked around and frowned. There was a line.

He breathed the smoke out of his nose with an annoyed grunt. Today wasn't his day. He just wanted a goddamn coffee, then his head would stop pounding, and he'd be on his merry little way. He folded his arms across his chest and glared at everyone, willing the line to move faster.

He took another drag on his cigarette when he was suddenly aware that everyone in the store was staring at him. He was used to people looking at him and checking him out. The 'normal' people looked away, while some men and women chanced a second look, or gave him a short smile, and the more adventurous even tried to pick him up. But not in suburban America.

The man waiting in line in front of him cleared his throat. Alex looked down at the man's bald spot, noticing it was peeling from a sunburn suffered earlier in the summer. The man then turned around, looked up and gave Alex a short smile. Alex didn't acknowledge the man, but he did notice that his Old Navy sweatshirt was the same worn by half the other men in the store. Alex immediately disliked this person.

"I, " the man started, then stopped. "I don't think smoking's allowed in here."

Alex took another drag and blew it out quickly. "There's no sign on the door."

The man gave another nervous short laugh and smiled weakly again as Alex glared at him. Then he turned away.

Alex didn't need this right now. This goddamn line wasn't moving. All he wanted was a smoke while he waited for his fucking coffee. Which he probably wouldn't get before his brain exploded inside his fucking skull. *Now*, Mr. suburban clone khaki pants was telling him he couldn't even do that! Well fuck…

"Hey!"

The word pierced the cool jazz-infused air like gunfire. Everyone in Starbucks except Alex jumped at the sound. Alex slowly shifted his gaze toward the coffee bar and the young man behind the cappuccino machine who was glaring and sneering at him.

Alex raised an eyebrow.

"You can't smoke in here!" the Barista yelled, challenge in his voice, waving part of the machine around in his hand. "Take it outside, buddy!"

Alex was amused until the 'buddy' part of that remark. He resisted the itch to pull his gun and lock the young man up inside the trunk of his car beside Mulder. Everyone was still staring at him, the balding suburbanite in front of him giving him a smug look.

He pursed his lips together then turned on his heel and walked out the door. Once outside, he took a defiant drag and flicked the butt onto the pristine cement sidewalk. He blew his breath out in a huff and was about to turn around and go back into Starbucks when he noticed the kids.

There were four boys about 11 or 12 years old, skateboards in their hands standing at the back of his still idling car. As he walked toward the car, they started giggling and poking each other. Then Alex heard the banging.

"This your car?" one asked.

Alex frowned. "Yeah," he replied in the most menacing tone he could muster. He hoped the kids would leave, but to Alex's dismay the cocky bastards sniggered at him. One of them looked up at frowned back at Alex. "You're not supposed to leave your car running. It's bad for the air."

Alex narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses. A thump from inside the trunk sent the boys laughing again.

"Who you got in there?" a boy asked, his eyes wide.

"Yeah, who you got in there?" another one echoed.

"He's got your Mom in there," the first one answered.

"Shut up, moron," the boy said and shoved his friend. "He's got *your* Mom in there."

"Yeah, well he's got your Mom and your Sister in there. And your Granny, too." The boy pushed his friend back.

The banging from inside the trunk continued as the two boys shoved each other around, while the other two broke into fits of giggles.

"You wish!"

"Shut up!"

"You shut up!"

Alex was losing his patience. The boys kept arguing and shoving each other and Mulder kept banging from inside, while the people at the quaint tables stared at him and started muttering to each other. Finally, Alex couldn't stand it anymore. He pushed the boys out of the way and opened the trunk.

Mulder looked up at him, blinking into the sunshine.

"Woah!" the boys said in unison, stepping forward to look inside.

"I can't fucking breathe in here! Turn the goddamn engine off." He looked at the kids staring at him. "What the hell is going on?"

Alex was fuming now. "If you don't shut up, you're not going to breathe again." He pulled back his jacket and reached inside to pull out his gun to emphasize the point, but suddenly noticed that everyone in Starbucks was pressed up against the windows looking at him. Not to mention the people coming out of Best Buy next door who stopped and stared.

He glared down at Mulder, "Shut the fuck up!" and slammed the lid of the trunk.

The kids scattered and the people sitting outside started to look nervous.

Alex cracked his neck then set a mean look on his face. He stalked back to Starbucks. He wasn't leaving here without a coffee. He flung open the door, banging it against the frame. The line parted like the red sea, no one wanting coffee anymore. 'That's more like it,' he thought.

Alex politely placed his order with the defiant Barista who had challenged him earlier. The young man didn't react, except to raise an eyebrow. When his coffee was ready, Alex took a long sip. It was total baby bear. Just right. He flipped the young man a quarter tip then went back out to the car.

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The bottle of windshield washer fluid banged against Mulder's head again as the car lurched forward and turned a few sharp corners.

"Fuck! Goddammit!"

Mulder coughed. At least when the car was moving, the exhaust didn't back up into the trunk as bad as when it was just idling.

He wondered what had agitated Krycek so much when he'd opened the trunk. It looked to Mulder like they'd been in some shopping mall parking lot. And who were those kids? Mulder remembered the look on Krycek's face and started to laugh, but ended up coughing again and it took a few minutes for him to calm down.

He wished he could scratch his nose right now, it was itching like crazy. When he couldn't stand it any longer, he reluctantly rubbed it against the carpet in the trunk, hoping no hazardous chemicals were embedded in the fabric.

The car drove on and on. Mulder had no idea how long he'd been in here, but he assumed it was a good three hours. Once in a while the bottle of windshield washer fluid would slide across the trunk and hit him in the head.

Finally, Mulder felt the car slow and make a few turns. He rolled around inside the trunk, crying out in pain as his stiff body was forced to move. He'd been tied up way too long.

Cursing Krycek when they hit a gravel road, he bounced around for a few minutes. Then the car stopped and the motor turned off. The silence in Mulder's ears was deafening.

+++++++

Slowly, Alex got out of the car and stretched, the vertebrae in his back cracking and popping in protest. His boots crunched along the gravel of the parking area of the boat launch area beside the small lake. He lit a cigarette and took a look around.

A cool breeze came off of the lake, but the air was still warm from the afternoon. This used to be a place where people came to fish and have a picnic lunch, but now it was overgrown and forgotten, the boat launch overcome by weeds. The picnic tables were weathered and broken and wild rice had claimed the shore. Birds flitted along the stems, eating the pods.

Alex smiled to himself. This place was perfect.

He went back to the car and unlocked the trunk. Mulder glared up at him, a sneer on his lips. "It's about fucking time!"

Alex slammed the lid of the trunk and listened to Mulder scream at him while he finished his cigarette. After he snuffed it out under his boot, he opened the car door and withdrew a small bottle of orange juice from a cooler on the floor of the back seat. He drank a healthy sip then screwed the cap back on before making his way back to the trunk.

He opened the lid again to an absolutely furious Mulder. Alex knew the man was itching to give him hell, but he also knew he wanted out of that trunk more.

Alex placed the bottle of orange juice in the trunk beside Mulder then reached inside his pocket for his knife. Carefully, he cut Mulder's bonds, letting his arms and legs stretch out.

Mulder cried out in pain as the blood was able to flow freely to his limbs again, pins and needles feeling like a thousand bees stinging him.

"You shouldn't leave people tied up for long periods of time, you know."

"I've been tied up longer."

Mulder just grunted as Alex reached inside the trunk and started to massage him all over, making him cry out in pain and cursing Alex again and again as the feeling returned to his body.

"Fucking bastard. Fucking goddamn bastard."

"I'm trying to help you here."

"Some help! Why did you do this to me, Krycek? What the hell is so goddamn important that you had to take me out of that store?"

Alex shrugged. "You looked so goddamn fuckable."

Mulder rolled his eyes. "You wanted to fuck? Is that all? Next time pick up the phone."

"This is way more interesting." Alex finished with Mulder and helped him out of the trunk, then sat on one of the broken picnic tables and watched Mulder stretch against the car while finishing the bottle of orange juice Alex had left him.

Mulder braced himself against the car and stretched his long, muscular legs, the faded, worn jeans clinging in all the right places. Alex's cock twitched as he watched Mulder, the denim hugging his ass, frayed in just the right places. Mulder reached over his head and held his arms up as he cracked his neck, his t-shirt riding up, exposing a smooth strip of flesh.

Alex shifted slightly, making more room for the expansion inside his leather pants as he watched Mulder bend and twist the kinks out of his muscles. He reached for his cigarettes, but left them in his pocket. Instead, he got up and walked past Mulder and turned on the car radio. Loud rock music boomed out of the speakers.

He walked back toward Mulder, sidling up to him and sitting on the now closed trunk of the car. He reached up and cupped the back of Mulder's head with his hand and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I want you to do something for me."

Mulder licked Alex's lips and smirked. "After all this? Ha."

Alex grabbed Mulder's ass. "But you don't even know what it is yet."

"I know I won't like it."

"I want you to strip for me," Alex said into Mulder's ear.

"You want me to what?" Mulder laughed and pulled back.

"C'mon. Strip for me."

Mulder looked into Alex's eyes, his tongue resting on his lower lip for a moment, before turning into a smirk.

"You strip first."

Alex smiled and shook his head. "That's not part of the deal."

"What deal?" Mulder said. You fucking abducted me. I don't call that much of a deal."

"You must have missed the conference call."

"Yeah well, forget it. You first." Mulder hooked his thumbs into his pockets and leaned back against the car.

Alex sighed. He may have actually pissed Mulder off too much today. He sidled up to Mulder and breathed into his ear. "I know you can't resist moving your body. You love to show off for me."

Mulder just grunted.

Alex began shimmying up against Mulder to the music, touching him all over, grabbing his ass.

Mulder looked the other way and tried to act like he didn't care, but Alex noticed the bulge forming in his jeans. Alex smiled as he dug his crotch into Mulder's hi, making sure he felt all that was going on underneath his leather pants.

The song changed to a hard, low sexy number and Alex ground into Mulder harder, reaching up to tweak his nipples and sliding his tongue down his neck. Mulder made a few noises to acknowledge Alex's presence, but nothing more. Alex cursed to himself; it was getting harder and harder to make Mulder fall for his tricks, and easier and easier for Alex to give in to Mulder. He suppressed a sigh for the moment and pushed the reality that Mulder had turned the tables on him again out of his mind.

Alex couldn't help the fact that Mulder brought out the reckless sex pig in him and the only thing that would make him happy is to fuck him till they both screamed. Yeah, Mulder'd won again, but fuck, he was a sexy bitch and willing and if Alex was honest with himself, that's all that really mattered.

'Fuck that.'

He pressed himself up against Mulder, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his neck. He could feel Mulder's pulse against his lips, hard and pounding. Reaching down to his groin, Alex wasn't surprised to feel Mulder's cock just as hard.

They kissed, Alex's lips parting for Mulder's tongue, sucking on it, unable to hold back the moan that escaped his lips. Alex pressed himself even more into Mulder, if it were possible, sliding his leg between Mulder's and rubbing up and down.

Alex cupped Mulder's bulge in his hand, massaging the hard cock and balls beneath the fabric of his jeans. He undid the button and slowly slid the zipper down then dipped his hand inside. The flesh was hot and hard against his hand. His finger rubbed against the slit and collected the moisture there, making Mulder suck in his breath.

Mulder tried to push Alex back against the car, but Alex pushed Mulder face down across the trunk instead. "Not this time, Mulder."

"But I know you like it like that."

Alex ripped Mulder's t-shirt over his head and flung it on the ground. "I like it like this, too." He leaned into Mulder, holding him down as he undid the captive man's jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. Mulder struggled and tried to throw Alex off, but he couldn't shake him.

Running his tongue down Mulder's back, Alex kept his hand on the agent's cock, stroking him, making him whimper with anticipation. When he reached his ass, he licked the opening there, making Mulder moan.

He grinned as he stood straight and got the lube out of his pocket that he'd made sure he brought. Hastily he prepared Mulder, holding him down the whole time, licking his back tracing the outline of his spine with his tongue.

Alex undid his leather pants and slid them down, quickly rolling a condom on his erect cock then thrusting inside, moaning at the smooth tightness that gripped him. Pausing for a second, he relished the sensation before pulling out and thrusting inside.

Both men groaned as Alex slid in to the hilt, digging his cock in and around, stretching Mulder further. Then Alex thrust hard a few times and stopped. Mulder waited a few seconds then tried to twist and thrust to get Alex moving again. Instead, Alex reached around and started stroking Mulder's cock and squeezing his balls.

Mulder bucked and tried to move, whimpering in frustration, but Alex had the advantage and continued to stroke Mulder, driving him totally insane. His cock was still hard in Mulder's ass, twitching and ready to spring into action. Using his fingernails, he scratched across the slit before pinching the head between his fingers. Mulder screamed.

Alex saw sweat prick all over Mulder's body then gather in large droplets, which dripped down from his hairline and ran down his back. He licked the salty water, but didn't continue fucking Mulder, instead he squeezed his balls hard.

"Please. Please," Mulder whimpered.

Alex smiled. This is what he'd been fantasizing about; Mulder begging him for it. With a rubbing, squeezing motion around Mulder's shaft, Alex started thrusting in and out of his ass.

Mulder began to moan loudly with Alex's strokes, wiggling his ass as much as he could. When Alex pinched the tip of the head of his cock again, a scream tore from his throat and he came in long spurts against the car.

Alex put his hands on Mulder's hips and fucked his ass until he came with a groan. He fell forward onto Mulder, kissing the sweat from the back of his neck.

Dusk was falling as they lay there on top of the car, bats flitted around eating the mosquitoes that had come out. All in all it hadn't turned out to be a bad day after all.

Mulder was right, he could have called him and they could have fucked in a sterile bedroom, or on his couch, but that was so boring. Alex smiled to himself as he looked up at the first stars starting to shine. This was much more exciting.

Now came the fun part. Getting Mulder home.

THE END

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