Title: Witching Hour Revisited
By Orithain
04/2000
Rating: NC-17 for m/m/f, m/m, and m/f sex
Archive: If you want it, go for it. Just tell me where so I can visit.
Series: Sinful VII
Status: New, complete
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Disclaimer: We all know that they don't belong to me, and I promise to put them back when I'm done. The X-Files, Mulder, Krycek et al. belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. Just let me win the lottery though....
Note: This actually started out as three completely separate stories - one a PWP, hence the title; one a response to RatB's February challenge of Mulder seducing Krycek, since I had to work that into an existing series, or I knew I'd end up with yet another series on my hands; and finally, the story of how Sin and Mulder got together that several of you have asked me for since I wrote the first of this series. Somehow, that all got intertwined - much like my happy threesome :) - and this is the result. It's also a severely belated b-day present for Row, which shows you how behind I am. Many thanks to Aries and Row for beta and, er, encouragement.
Story Summary: A night out and how Mulder got together with each of the others.
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Sinful VII: Witching Hour Revisited
By Orithain
April 2000
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"I want to do something special for Valentine's Day," Mulder announced suddenly.
Sin and Alex looked up from the paperwork they were completing for their last case. "What did you have in mind?" Alex asked curiously. He and Sin watched with bemusement as Mulder actually blushed and mumbled something.
"What?" Alex was really curious now.
"I said that I want the three of us to go back to that club, Witching Hour."
Sin and Alex grinned. "Really?"
"Yes. It was... interesting."
"You mean hot," Alex interjected.
Mulder glared. "Whatever. Do you want to go or not?"
"Hell, yeah!" Alex laughed, and Sin nodded. "But this time, *I* get to choose the clothes."
Mulder winced but nodded, and the subject was dropped until the following Monday, Valentine's Day. Mulder had been antsier than usual at work that day, excited about the night ahead, and Scully had finally chased him out around 3:30.
"Go on, go home, Mulder," she'd said in exasperation, pushing him toward the door. "You're worse than useless here. All you're doing is distracting me, too."
Mulder'd mumbled an apology and gone. Now, staring at his reflection, he was more nervous than ever. Alex had dressed the three of them in matching, skintight, black leather outfits made up of lace-up pants with an abbreviated bustier for Sin and studded straps criss-crossed over their chests for the men. There were studded collars as well, but Mulder had vetoed those.
"No way," he said emphatically. "I like being able to get at your throats. You moan so nicely when I do."
Alex and Sin chuckled, very familiar with Fox's oral fixation. "Do you have any idea," Alex demanded, "how difficult it is to be taken seriously by terrorists, etc. when I have a huge hickey on my throat?"
Mulder just looked at him like a whipped puppy, lower lip quivering and all big hazel eyes, and Alex caved. He muttered something about it being ridiculous for a grown man to give in that easily, but Mulder just smirked at him. When Alex glared, Fox kissed him, and suddenly Alex didn't mind that Mulder almost always got his way. Sin just giggled, having been on the receiving end of one of Mulder's pouts often enough herself.
Alex pulled away slightly and held out a hand to Sin, drawing her to stand in front of him. Eyeing the matching outfits and identical, tri-tone earrings they always wore except when he was working, Mulder shook his head.
"Is there some reason we look like a matched set?"
"You mean aside from the fact that we are?" Alex asked, then held up his hands in self-defense against the dirty look Fox gave him. "Okay, okay, no need to get violent. You nearly got yourself claimed last time, and I just wanted to make sure it doesn't happen again."
"It's not like I'd actually go with them," Fox protested.
"Some of these people can be very determined. You wouldn't want me to have to kill someone, would you?" Alex said, his jealousy flaring momentarily.
Mulder blinked and subsided. It still surprised him sometimes when Alex or Sin got possessive of him. It wasn't like he looked like them.
Alex and Sin could tell what he was thinking and barely restrained sighs of disbelief. It continually amazed them that Fox could be so oblivious of his own attractions. They were just grateful that no one had snapped him up before they got the chance. Not that Scully hadn't tried, but Fox was so damn clueless he'd never even realized that her feelings were anything other than sisterly.
After a last glance in the mirror to check their appearance, they left for the club, looking forward to some fun. It was a bit late when they got there, so the tables were already staked out. A group of three young women took one look at Alex and Fox, though, and immediately offered to share their table. With a glance at Sin to see that she was amused rather than angered by being ignored, Alex accepted the invitation, and the three of them sat down.
Not even acknowledging Sin's presence between the two men, the girls started flirting with Alex and Fox, trying to impress them.
"I haven't seen you here before," one of them simpered at Alex, fluttering heavily made up lashes at him.
Alex eyed her. "No, I don't like to share these two very often, but we were in the mood for some fun."
The girl blinked in surprise, suddenly realizing that they were a threesome, not just three friends out together. Sin wondered how much more obvious they could have made it but didn't bother to comment on the girls' obtuseness. She could understand how looking at Alex and Fox could make them ignore the signs in hopes of getting one of them.
One of the girls wasn't so quick to give up hope. She leaned forward, flaunting her cleavage at Alex, who sat across from her. "I like fun, gorgeous. Wanna play?"
Alex just stared at her, wondering how she could possibly imagine that he'd dump Fox or Sin, let alone both of them, for her. Mulder started to find it less amusing now that Alex was the focus, and his possessive streak rose up. He slung one arm along the back of the booth, pulling both Alex and Sin closer to him, and glared at the girl. "Back off," he snapped. "He's taken."
"God," she moaned, staring at the two of them, still somehow managing to ignore Sin between them, "what a waste."
"*I* don't think so," Sin stated, finally speaking up. The three girls looked at her in surprise.
"What are you," one of them sneered, "the mascot?"
Sin shook her head pityingly. "Envy can be so ugly. Be thankful you get to look at them." Then it was her turn to ignore the young women as she focused her attention on Fox. "It's your night, Fox. Do you want to dance for a while or go downstairs now?"
Fox chewed on his lower lip as he thought about it, unaware that everyone's eyes were focused on him now. "Anticipation is fun," he finally decided. "Let's stay up here for a while."
"Let's dance, at least," Alex asked, wanting to touch them.
"Definitely."
They moved out onto the dance floor, the three girls already forgotten, Alex and Sin placing Fox between them by mutual, unspoken consent. Alex danced behind Mulder, his hands on his hips and his cock pressed against his ass. Sin danced facing Fox, her arms draped around his neck and their bodies tight together. The three of them moved together sensually, the beat of the music pulsing through them, and a space cleared around them as people watched them.
Gradually the others in the club turned their attention back to their own partners when it became clear that the trio wasn't interested in gaining any playmates or sharing, though not without an occasional wistful glance in their direction. They danced together through four more songs before Alex gave in to the urge to cause a little excitement.
As one song ended, he drifted away from Fox, letting the crowd sweep him over to the other side of the dance floor where people hadn't been able to see the three of them. He stopped in front of a big guy, leather-clad and dripping with chains, and he looked up coquettishly through his lashes. The big biker took one look at what he thought was someone's boytoy dumped for something new, though he couldn't imagine what could be prettier, and he pulled Alex against his chest. He cupped Alex's ass in one meaty paw, and Alex had a hard time holding back his grin.
//I may be out of practice, but I've still got it. Gee, I wonder if Fox would let me keep him? Every boy needs a pet.// Alex snickered and turned it into a cough to hide it. He slid his hands up the hairy chest and smirked when the guy shuddered. "What's your name, big guy?" he cooed, hamming it up and wondering if he was giving himself cavities. //The things I do for you to push your buttons, Fox! I hope you appreciate it.// He choked back another laugh, knowing full well that Fox was going to be totally pissed when he saw him.
"Lance," was the rumbled response, and Alex had to bite the inside of his cheek hard to hold back a scream of laughter. He petted the guy's groin with a vacuous smile.
"Ooohhh yeah, baby, it sure is," he purred.
Lance pulled Alex closer, rubbing his groin obscenely against Alex's in what he fondly believed to be an irresistible move. Alex wondered if he should offer to give him lessons in what was sexy, but he cuddled against the guy, rubbing his cheek against his chest. He linked his arms behind Lance's neck and backed away slightly, pulling him out onto the dance floor.
"I wanna dance," he pouted, batting his eyelashes at his unsuspecting victim. Lance had no more resistance to that look than anyone else Alex had ever used it on, and they were soon in the middle of the dance floor.
Across the room, it hadn't taken Fox very long to notice Alex's defection, and Sin laughed when he pointed out their lover's absence.
"I just know he's stirring up trouble," Mulder groaned, peering around suspiciously, trying to catch a glance of his missing partner.
"Of course," Sin agreed with a giggle. "He's Alex."
Mulder started to reply but stopped in mid word, his mouth hanging open and his widening eyes fixed on something over Sin's shoulder. Curious, she turned around to see what had caught his attention, knowing that Alex had to be involved somehow, but even she was taken aback by the sight that met her eyes.
Alex was engulfed in the embrace of a veritable bear of a man, dancing with him in the middle of the dance floor, or maybe his actions could better be described as foreplay. Even as they watched, Alex's hand reached between the guy's legs and stroked his cock, humping one of his legs at the same time. Mulder started to see red when one of the asshole's hands wormed inside Alex's pants to stroke his butt.
"If that damned Sasquatch doesn't kill the fucking cocktease, I will!" Mulder snarled, stalking toward the writhing pair. Sin followed, wondering what the hell Alex thought he was doing. This guy was *not* going to be happy about being led on and then left high and dry, and he looked big enough to do some serious damage.
"Alex!" he snapped, coming to a halt directly behind his lover and glaring at the hand in his pants.
Alex grinned over his shoulder, and Lance frowned at the interruption. "Get lost," he growled.
Fox snarled at him. "You're pawing my property."
Lance's arms tightened around Alex. "Hey, if you were fool enough to let him get away, that's your tough luck." He eyed Sin, who was holding one of Fox's arms, hoping to prevent a murder. "Doesn't look like you done too bad for yourself anyhow."
Mulder actually growled. "I did not *let* him get away. Hell, he doesn't even *want* to get away. What he wants is to drive me insane!"
Alex chuckled, twisting away from Lance easily and draping himself over Fox. He nibbled on Mulder's chin, ignoring the increasingly ferocious frown on Lance's face. "Come on, baby, you know I don't want to drive you crazy... except with wanting me, of course."
Mulder's hands clenched on Alex's arms, and he wrenched him back, forcing some space between them. "And did you bother to ask this guy if he wanted to play your little games?"
Alex shrugged. "I let him touch me, didn't I?"
A rumble like the start of an earthquake came from Lance at that, and he grabbed Alex's arm. Instantly, Alex pulled free, spinning around to face him, and the assassin had suddenly replaced the pampered, useless rentboy. Lance actually flinched away from him, startled by the transformation. Cold, wary green eyes measured then dismissed him, and Alex settled back against Fox. This time Mulder held him close, his hand stroking over the flesh Lance had touched, reclaiming what was his.
Mulder drew Alex away, and they started dancing again, all over each other, while Lance stared after them, wondering what the hell had just happened. Sin watched him for a moment, then spoke up, startling him.
"We'll be going downstairs soon, and you're welcome to watch if you want. Alex owes you at least that much."
Lance stared at her, trying to figure out where she fit into this. He'd thought the other guy had been using her the way Alex had used him, but it didn't sound like it.
Sin sighed. "He actually owes you a lot more than that, but I'm afraid that's the best you're going to get. We're not into sharing." She headed for Alex and Fox, adding over her shoulder, "But like I said, you're welcome to watch. Fox is pretty pissed, so he'll probably make Alex give you a good show if you're interested." She reached the two men, who each wrapped one arm around her, pulling her close so they could move together.
Lance wandered away, shaking his head, but he made a note to head downstairs a little later and check them out.
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About half an hour later, Mulder glanced over toward the stairway, then back to his companions. Alex chuckled softly.
"Ready to go play, babe?"
Mulder eyed him, still a bit irritated by his game with Lance earlier. He knew Alex had only been teasing, but he had *not* enjoyed seeing someone else's hands on his lover. "Yeah," he drawled. "I have plans for you."
Alex paused, glancing back at Fox in surprise. Maybe he'd gone too far with Lance? He grinned. Naw, it would just add a little spice to the evening. "Well, then, let's go. I wouldn't want you to forget anything." He headed for the stairs, hips swaying a little more than necessary to fix Mulder's attention on him.
"Oh, don't you worry," Mulder mumbled, "I'm not going to forget a single detail. And neither will you." He stalked after Alex, not wanting to let him get out of sight. Who knew what new chaos he might generate?
Sin followed behind, grinning widely. This ought to be interesting. Despite his best efforts, Alex had never managed to get Fox this far out of control before. By the time she got downstairs, Mulder had already pushed Alex into one of the alcoves and had him pinned up against a wall as he kissed him.
"You were lucky to find a vacant room right away," she said in surprise.
Alex grinned over Mulder's shoulder at her. "We didn't. But the people who were in here recognized us from last time and gave us the room. They said they'd have more fun watching us anyway."
Sin laughed.
"Well, they may have fun, but you won't," Mulder growled, then sighed. "At least not for a while," he added, knowing that he wouldn't be able to leave Alex hanging once he calmed down. But that was later. Right now he was going to punish Alex and try to get it through his head that he couldn't do things like that. He reached up, pulling one of Alex's wrists up and securing it in a restraint attached to the wall, then did the same with the other wrist.
He smirked at Alex, who only looked aroused by the situation. "Now, baby, you're going to be punished for what you did."
Alex moaned softly, still grinning. "What are you going to do to me?" He began to get a bit uneasy at the evil grin that appeared on Mulder's face.
"Not a damn thing, lover," Fox whispered. "And you're gonna watch."
Alex looked confused, and Sin curled up on the bed, settling in to watch the show. She was content to wait and let Mulder take charge for a while. Actually, considering how angered he'd been by Alex's actions, she didn't think she could stop him if she wanted to.
Mulder looked around, a twisted grin appearing on his face when he spotted the guy Alex had been teasing upstairs. He nodded toward the man, quietly asking Alex what his name was. Once Alex replied, he called out to him.
"Lance! Hey, Lance!" The man turned in surprise at hearing his name, a surprised look flashing across his face when he saw who was calling him and noticed Alex manacled to the wall behind him. He approached warily, remembering how possessive Alex's boyfriend had been when they met.
Fox grinned at him, then whispered something in his ear that made a huge grin appear on his face. He pulled back, looking a question at Mulder, who nodded.
"Okay," he said, unable to control his grin. "I'll play along. What do you want me to do?"
Fox licked his lips and smiled up at him. "Well, you could start by kissing me," he suggested, ignoring the yelp of protest behind him.
Lance smiled happily. "My pleasure." As he spoke, his hands curved around Fox's hips, and they kneaded there like the paws of a contented cat as he kissed Mulder, tongue stroking over every inch of his mouth. Mulder was pleasantly surprised by the coaxing, sensual nature of the kiss, having expected to be ravished. Lance released his mouth with a final lick over the pouting lips, smiling at his expression of surprise.
"Everyone expects me to be a brute because I'm so big, but I like my partner to enjoy things as much as I do," he explained.
Mulder looked a little shamefaced and kissed him in apology. Lance pulled him flush against his body, accepting the kiss and deepening it, slowly stroking Fox's body, caressing his back and ass. They were startled by the sound of snarling and chains clanking behind them as Alex fought to get free, enraged by the sight of another man kissing his Fox.
Mulder smirked at him. "Something wrong, babe? I thought you liked playing with other people?"
Alex froze, staring at him in dismay. "Fox... don't. Please, don't," he begged.
Mulder only raised an eyebrow and turned back to Lance, his arms sliding around his neck as he kissed him again, immersing himself in the sensation of being surrounded by Lance's warmth. Alex moaned, sounding like an animal in pain.
Fox squirmed in Lance's embrace, rubbing their growing erections together, his hands moving restlessly over the hairy chest in front of him.
"Mmmm," he purred, "you feel good. Touch me," he invited, "undress me."
That was one invitation Lance wasn't going to pass up, and he unfastened Mulder's pants, one hand sliding over the engorged cock that sprang free of the tight leather. "Pretty," he approved, petting the growing flesh. "Can I taste you?"
Mulder hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at Alex, who wore an expression of pained misery as he watched Fox and Lance. He wanted to punish the younger man, make him think twice before pulling another stunt like that, but he didn't want to really hurt him. The look in Alex's eyes told him that he was bordering on going too far. He shook his head slightly, having to look away from the expression of dumb gratitude in Alex's eyes when he did. "No, hands only," he stipulated.
With a glance over Fox's shoulder that showed he understood the reason, Lance nodded his acceptance. "Lie down, gorgeous, and let me make you feel good. Hey, what *is* your name?" he asked, wanting to have something to call the beautiful man in his arms.
Mulder stretched out on the bed, shimmying out of his pants and boots as he did, and grinned up at him. "Fox." He ignored Alex's flinch when he gave this stranger tacit permission to call him by the name no one else used.
"You're shitting me! No way," he laughed when Fox shook his head. "Well, you're certainly well named. You *are* a fox." Mulder groaned, looking a little uncomfortable. "Guess you've heard all the comments on your name by now, huh Fox? 'Sokay, I won't repeat 'em. Just lie back and let Lance take care of you."
Fox tried hard not to roll his eyes when Lance started talking about himself in the third person. He pulled him down into another kiss to shut him up. He had to admit that the guy really knew how to kiss. He pulled away to groan loudly. Okay, he was damn good at jerking another man off too. Mulder's hips rose up uncontrollably, thrusting into that tight fist that pumped him so exquisitely. A tiny whimper escaped him, and he gave in to the pleasure, not interested in prolonging this encounter. His head lay in Sin's lap, her hands stroking his hair and grounding him as he let the pleasure wash over him, exploding into that talented fist.
Mulder lay panting, trying to catch his breath, eyes closed until he heard a faint sound suspiciously like a sob come from Alex His eyes flew open, and he looked over at his lover, who was staring toward the bed with an expression of total misery. He followed his eyes and saw Lance licking his hand clean. That hadn't been part of Mulder's plan, but considering that he'd just used the guy to get himself off and to teach Alex a lesson, he didn't think he had the right to quibble about details.
He glanced up at Sin and nodded toward Alex. "Would you unchain him and bring him over here?" Sin rose silently and did as asked, leading an unhappy Alex back to the bed where Mulder lay half-covered by a still aroused Lance.
"You owe Lance an apology, Alex," Mulder stated quietly.
Alex stared at the floor mutinously, refusing to speak to the man who'd touched his Fox so intimately, tasted his seed.
"Alex!" Mulder snapped, anger again rising in his tone.
"I'm sorry," Alex said sulkily, barely glancing at Lance for even a second.
Mulder sighed but didn't push it. He'd known that Alex wouldn't react well to his punishment. "You owe him more than that," he said, indicating the other man's still rigid cock. Alex stared at him in horror. Fox couldn't actually expect him to touch the man *now*! He remained motionless, not sure what to do.
Mulder tugged him down onto the bed, rolling out from under Lance as he did. Lance shifted onto his back, his erection tight against his belly and dripping precome. He took Alex's hand in his own and placed it on Lance's cock. "You're not a cocktease, Alex," Fox murmured. "You made some implicit promises, and it's time to pay up."
Alex looked at him in dismay, wondering if Fox expected him to suck the guy off. "How... what?" he asked.
Mulder frowned. It would serve Alex right to have to give Lance a blowjob, but he didn't think he could stand to see Alex's mouth on another man. Just the thought made a low growl rumble through his chest. No, that would be more of a punishment for him than Alex. He could use his hands on Lance. He released the hand he still held on Lance's cock and nodded at it, indicating that he wanted Alex to start. Alex slowly, reluctantly, started to stroke Lance, his own cock soft against his thigh. He worked the man expertly, his face a mask of indifference, and he stared blankly at his moving hand.
Mulder could see that Alex had retreated inside himself, and that defeated the whole purpose of this. If he had to suffer through watching this, Alex was damned well going to experience it too. With that in mind, he started to caress his lover's body, stroking along his spine and down to his ass, probing gently between the cheeks and slowly, carefully, working a finger inside him.
Alex moaned in reluctant pleasure, still stroking Lance. Fox's hands on him, in him, were arousing him, and his own hand sped up on Lance. He squirmed, his own cock rising, unable to remain detached when Fox was touching him. He started to pant, his own pleasure making his hands move jerkily on Lance, who convulsed under his shaking touch, coming hard and covering his hand with semen. Alex released him after milking him of the last of his pleasure, trembling himself now and anxious to come. He was afraid to ask Fox, though, since he had no idea whether Mulder would take care of him or make him let Lance touch him again. He swore to himself never to tease Fox like that again. He'd hated every moment of Fox's punishment.
Mulder could see that Alex was on the brink and, his anger appeased by both the punishment he'd meted out and the pure lust the sight of an aroused Alex raised in him, shifted until he could take Alex's cock in his mouth. He licked the head, drawing a harsh groan from his lover, then sucked him, letting the entire length slide into his mouth.
Alex yelled his name as he came, his hands clenching in Fox's hair. His back arched as he drove himself into Fox's mouth, once and again, his entire body spasming at the release. He curled around Mulder, shuddering with relief when he felt the familiar embrace enfold him. He didn't even notice when Lance rose from the bed, smiled his gratitude at Mulder, and left them alone.
The other spectators drifted away, seeing from Alex's trembling that he needed some time to deal with what had happened. Sin stepped over to the entrance and pulled the curtain closed, ensuring their privacy as long as they wanted it, then climbed back into the bed, wrapping her arms around Alex as well.
Mulder held Alex, who was still shaking in reaction, rubbing his back comfortingly. He was a bit surprised at Alex's reaction. He'd expected the younger man to dislike his punishment, but he was practically falling apart, and Mulder didn't understand why.
Sin saw Fox's expression and realized that he didn't know what the problem was. She spoke Mulder's name softly to get his attention, not wanting to disturb Alex, and held his gaze when he looked at her. Seeing the concern in the worried hazel eyes, she sighed and shook her head. "Alex's biggest fear, maybe his only fear," she explained, "is losing you. Seeing you with someone else made him feel like he had."
Mulder flinched. He'd wanted, needed, to teach Alex a lesson, but he'd never meant to really hurt him.
"Alex? Baby?" He tried to coax his lover into raising his head from where it was tucked beneath his chin. Eventually Alex cooperated, and Mulder scanned his expression worriedly. He was relieved to see that although the green eyes were overly bright, there was no sign of tears shed. He'd made Alex cry once, and he'd promised himself then never to do it again.
"Sounds like there's a story behind that," Sin commented, and Mulder only then realized that he'd said that aloud. He chewed on his lip, not sure how Alex would react if he told the story.
"Go ahead, Fox," Alex urged.
Given permission, Mulder did.
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Mulder had spent a lot of time thinking about Krycek since he'd disappeared, seemingly having been in the pay of Cancerman all along. Now that he had Scully back and the doctors were confident that she was going to be fine, Mulder decided to look for his traitorous former partner and get some answers. He was only glad that he'd always remained somewhat suspicious of the too-good-to-be-true green agent and hadn't acted on his attraction to the man.
He enlisted the help of the Lone Gunmen to find Krycek, devoting every free moment that he wasn't with Scully to the search. Months passed and he started to wonder why he was doing this. Scully returned to active duty, and their lives went on almost as if the interlude without the X-files had never happened. So many times Mulder reached for the phone, intending to tell the Gunmen to forget about tracking Krycek. Then he'd remember the wide eyes, and he'd know that he had to find him, had to get some answers.
When Krycek attacked Skinner for the DAT tape and was involved in the deaths of Scully's sister and Mulder's father, Mulder's rage overwhelmed his lingering attraction to the man. He approached the search with renewed vigor, now determined to find and kill the bastard for the misery he'd caused them. But Krycek remained elusive, and it was only when Mulder had pretty much accepted that he wasn't going to be able to find him, despite a few stray encounters and one very strange trip to Tunguska, that he literally stumbled over the man one day.
Wanting a change of scenery, Mulder had chosen to go in a completely random direction for his morning jog, heading off in a direction he'd never gone before. The rhythmic pounding of his feet on the pavement settled his thoughts, and he was able to focus on his current case as he hadn't been able to the previous day. He grew lost in his thoughts, gradually building an image of what had happened to the two teenagers who'd vanished for six weeks and returned thinking it was the same night. His focus on the case was probably the reason why he didn't notice another jogger round a corner from an alley unexpectedly, and they crashed into each other, sending both reeling.
Mulder's attention abruptly snapped back to his surroundings, and mumbling apologies, he reached a hand out to help the other man up from where he'd landed on the ground. The man looked up, dismay clear on his face, and Mulder found himself staring at Alex Krycek.
"You!" he snarled, fingers curling into claws as he grabbed at Krycek's shoulders, intending to haul him to his feet.
"Shit!" Alex scrabbled backward, trying to get to his feet and back away out of Mulder's reach at the same time.
Mulder managed to grab and hang onto him, wondering how he was going to control the other man. He had a gun with him, strapped to his ankle, but he didn't carry cuffs when he was out jogging. Still hanging onto Krycek's arm, he pulled out his gun, pointing it at the other man.
"Try anything - even *look* like you're thinking of trying to get away - and I *will* shoot you."
Remembering the night Scully had had to shoot Mulder to prevent him from murdering Krycek, Alex didn't doubt him now. He looked mad enough to do it. Krycek thought that Mulder looked even madder than he had that day at the gulag when he'd believed that Krycek had betrayed him. Deciding to wait for a better opportunity to make his escape - and he never doubted that one would come - Krycek followed Mulder relatively quietly, only objecting enough to avoid arousing the agent's suspicions.
Concealing his weapon, Mulder flagged down a cab and pushed Krycek inside ahead of him, giving his address to the driver.
Krycek looked at him curiously, wondering why he wasn't being taken to the nearest jail. Little did he realize that Mulder was wondering the same thing.
Mulder rationalized that if he were to put Krycek in a prison cell, he'd be killed before the day was out. The only way he was going to get any answers was if he held onto the traitorous bastard. He conveniently forgot that he'd already had days alone with Krycek on their way to and in Tunguska, and the Russian hadn't told him a thing that he hadn't wanted to. On the ride to his apartment, he kept one hand on Krycek's arm, telling himself it was to make sure he didn't try to get away.
They reached Mulder's apartment without incident, and Mulder retrieved his cuffs and restrained Krycek, cuffing his hands together around a leg of his heavy, wooden dining room table to make sure he stayed put. That done, he headed into the kitchen for a beer, then pulled out a chair and sat down, just gazing silently at Krycek.
After several minutes, Krycek started to twitch. "What?" he finally snapped.
Mulder looked back inquisitively.
"Why am I here, and why are you *staring* at me?" he finished in a yell.
Mulder shocked him by grinning in response. Mulder had finally realized that Krycek was thrown off balance by his atypical actions and that he had the upper hand for a change. He wondered what Krycek would do if *he* kissed *him* this time. Seeing the frustrated anger in the younger man's eyes, he decided not to chance it. At least not yet. It had occurred to Mulder that maybe the attraction wasn't quite as one sided as he'd thought. If Krycek *was* attracted to him, it would explain why Mulder always seemed to win their fights with barely a scratch on him even though the other man was a trained killer. Either way, it didn't seem that Krycek was acknowledging any attraction, so it was going to be up to Mulder to show him the light. He decided that seducing the rat bastard would serve the dual purpose of scratching a years-old itch and giving him a hook into Krycek.
Krycek eyed the slightly malicious smile Mulder wore uneasily. He had no idea what was going on in that wildly convoluted mind just then, but he was pretty sure he wouldn't like it. "Mulder?" he questioned again, more quietly this time.
Keeping his eyes on Krycek but not replying directly to the question, Mulder picked up the phone and dialed a number from memory. "Sir? It's Mulder, sir. I've decided to take everyone's advice and take some time off... No, sir, I'm not planning to break into any more Air Force bases. I thought I'd just take a couple of weeks and relax somewhere quiet. I don't think I've done that since my college days.... Well, sir, you and Scully keep telling me that I need to take a vacation, so that's what I'm doing... Yes, sir, I'll see you in three weeks." He hung up and observed the look of dismay on Krycek's face with satisfaction.
"That's right, Krycek," he said softly, "I'm going to have three uninterrupted weeks to find out all your secrets."
"Scully will never let you hole up here alone for three weeks," Krycek said desperately, grasping at straws.
Mulder nodded. "You're right, of course. So isn't it fortunate that we can go to my family's summerhouse? I know my mother would never go there at this time of year."
//Shit! That backfired. Then again, it might be easier to get away from him out there. I might as well make the best of it. It's not like I have a whole of a lotta choice right now.// With that in mind Krycek cooperated with Mulder, sitting quietly while Mulder packed, then going along peacefully to the car and allowing Mulder to cuff him to the door handle. Mulder eyed him suspiciously but took advantage of his sudden capitulation to get them on the road as quickly as possible.
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Several hours later they were at their destination, and Krycek was finally able to take the shower he'd wanted since his aborted run. His relief at finally being able to clean up was tempered by the fact that Mulder refused to leave him alone in the bathroom. He was aware of the other man's eyes on him every second, and it made him unaccustomedly clumsy. He cursed himself when he dropped the soap, then froze when he heard Mulder's breath draw in sharply as he bent over to retrieve it. He looked over his shoulder, meeting Mulder's eyes through the clear plastic curtain, and he felt his heart jump in his chest at the flash of heat he thought he saw there. He blinked and found himself facing Mulder's usual bland expression and decided it must have been his imagination. He finished his shower quickly and dried off, wrapping the towel around his waist when he was done.
Mulder motioned him into the bedroom and directed him to open the bag Mulder'd packed back at the apartment. He pulled out a pair of sweats and stepped into them, feeling more secure once clothed.
"Sit down on the bed, Krycek," Mulder ordered, still pointing his gun at him as he had from the moment he'd released Krycek from the car.
Alex considered arguing, but he knew it was futile. With a theatrical sigh, he sat down as directed, settling against the headboard. "Now what, Mulder?"
Mulder tossed the cuffs to him. "Now you put those on your right wrist and attach the other end to the headboard." It was made of heavy, solid brass bars, and there was no way Krycek would be able to break free of it. Once that was done, Mulder eyed him, but he decided that leaving a hand free was just asking for Krycek to pick the lock and get away. Fortunately, he had another pair of cuffs, and he'd brought them along with just this in mind.
He carefully put the gun down out of Krycek's reach and moved to the bed, straddling the restrained man to cuff his other arm to the headboard as well. He was careful to let his groin brush lightly against Krycek's, lightly enough that he could claim it was an accident if Krycek called him on it. He had a hard time keeping the smirk from his face when he felt Krycek start to harden beneath him. This might be even easier than he had thought. He glanced at Krycek's stony expression. Then again, maybe not.
Deciding not to push it just then, Fox slithered off of him, rubbing against him as he clambered off the bed. "Nighty night, Krycek." He waved mockingly on his way out the door, then paused in the hallway out of sight. As he expected, after a moment, Krycek tested his bonds and cursed virulently when he found that he was well and truly trapped. Mulder laughed silently as he headed off for his own shower and dinner before going to bed.
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The following morning Mulder entered the bedroom under Krycek's sullen gaze, opening the curtains to let the sun brighten the room. He noticed the rings under Krycek's eyes and the way he winced away from the light. "What's wrong, Krycek, didn't you sleep well?" he asked, mock solicitously.
Krycek snarled wordlessly.
"All you have to do is tell me what I want to know, and you can leave here." Mulder enjoyed the sight of Krycek's nipples standing hard in the early morning chill and his morning erection. He had to drag his eyes back to the snapping green eyes and sulky mouth, and he paused to wonder if this had been such a good idea. Despite his hatred, he was still attracted to the rat bastard, and he didn't want this to backfire.
"You know damn well I can't tell you a thing!" Krycek snapped, squirming uncomfortably on the bed.
Mulder tsked and shook his head. "Then this is going to be a long vacation for both of us." He climbed on top of Krycek again, ignoring the moan when he pressed against the fullness at the other man's groin, and unfastened the left cuff from the headboard and refastened it to his right wrist. That done, he released the other cuff and left it dangling from the headboard, then slowly backed off of Alex. Once on his feet again, he waited for Krycek to move.
"Well?" he demanded finally. "Are you just going to sit there all day, or would you rather take a leak and get some breakfast?"
Krycek stared at him in bewilderment. He'd been sure Mulder intended to make him beg for everything, and to have things just given to him left him unsure. He got up slowly, his balance thrown off by the cuffs, then went into the washroom. He was uncomfortable under Mulder's gaze, but he did what he had to. Mulder even offered him a new toothbrush and let him brush his teeth before taking him downstairs to the kitchen. He eyed the man warily, unsure what to expect from moment to moment. Where were the constant questions, the torture he expected?
Mulder moved around the room, preparing a simple breakfast from the food he'd picked up at a store along the way the previous day. He was no cook, but even he could manage scrambled eggs and bacon. He kept one eye on Krycek as he made the meal, then served it up on two plates and sat down opposite the younger man.
Krycek stared at the plate in front of him. Finally he said, "Is this some new form of torture, Mulder? I think I'd rather be beaten."
"I hardly think bacon and eggs qualifies as torture, Krycek."
"Mulder, these eggs are the most disgustingly runny things I've ever encountered, and the bacon is so burnt I think it's petrified!" Krycek looked up as he finished his complaint and encountered Mulder's pout. His eyes fixed on the slightly protruding lower lip, and suddenly bacon and eggs were far down his list of things he wanted to sink his teeth into. When the tip of Mulder's tongue stole out to moisten that lip, a faint moan escaped him.
Hearing it, Krycek realized what he was doing and dragged his eyes away. "Look, Mulder, why don't you let me cook breakfast. No one, not even you, should have to eat your cooking."
"There's nothing wrong with my cooking," Mulder sulked.
Krycek turned a look of disbelief on him. Mulder glared back, but his eyes fell after a moment. The food *did* look awful. He usually stuck to toaster waffles, take out and fast food restaurants. "Fine," he grumbled. "If you think you can do better, go ahead."
Krycek shook his head and rose to his feet, going over to the fridge. He poked around inside, slightly hampered by the cuffs he was still wearing. Mulder had only gotten the basics and a few weird oddments, but it was enough to throw together a cheese and bacon omelet, lightly seasoned from the spice rack that someone else had clearly filled. When he was done, even Mulder had to admit that his offering looked far more appetizing than what had originally been served.
Krycek grew more and more uneasy as the day wore on and Mulder didn't ask him any questions, didn't try to pry information out of him, didn't call him names or hit him. He didn't know how to deal with Mulder like this, and he had no idea what to expect next. Mulder so often barreled ahead heedlessly that it was easy to forget that he was extremely intelligent and a fully certified psychologist until one found oneself the focus of his head games. Krycek didn't know what Mulder was doing, but he had a feeling that it wouldn't matter if he did.
After one trip to the washroom, Mulder stopped in the bedroom to remove the second set of cuffs and carried them back into the living room where they had been watching a movie. Or at least Mulder had; Krycek had been more concerned with watching Mulder and trying to figure out what he was up to. It was obvious that he was trying to make Krycek relax his guard, but something else was going on.
Mulder stretched out full length on the couch and called Krycek over to him.
Krycek jittered in front of him, not wanting to get that close. "Look, Mulder, this isn't necessary," he said desperately.
"Krycek, I'm on vacation and I want to take a damned nap. But I'll be damned if you're going to disappear while I do, so come here." Mulder's tone grew impatient toward the end, and Krycek considered making a break for it. After all, he hadn't seen the gun yet today. Before he could make a move, Mulder reached out and yanked him forward, tumbling him onto the couch on top of Mulder.
Krycek froze, unsure which way to go, what to do, and Mulder took advantage of his hesitation to shift their position so that Krycek lay spooned in front of him. He snapped the second set of cuffs around his own wrists so that Krycek was held within his grasp. He'd left the key on the nightstand in the bedroom, so there was no way that Krycek could get away from him and get to it without waking him up first. He pulled Krycek more tightly against him, like some giant cuddle toy, and sighed contentedly as his cock nestled between the firm cheeks pressed against him, separated only by two thin layers of cotton.
Krycek lay stiff as a board, the only sound in the room the quiet drone of the TV and soft sound of Mulder's breathing in his ear as he sank into sleep. Krycek tried to keep as much distance between them as possible, but it wasn't possible to hold his entire body rigid for very long. Soon, he had to sink back against the other man, and a faint moan escaped him as he felt Mulder's heat against his back. Soon, the pressure of his ass against Mulder's cock had the inevitable result, and he whimpered desperately as he tried to squirm away.
That was, of course, exactly the wrong thing to do. His movements aroused Mulder even more and, worse, woke him up. Alex could tell the exact moment the other man became aware of the situation, and for a brief instant, he thought Mulder might let him go then as some part of the weird game he was playing. Instead, Mulder's arms tightened around him, and his cock pressed more firmly against his ass.
Alex moaned his denial as Mulder humped his ass through the thin barrier of the sweats they wore, then caught his bottom lip between his teeth when Mulder's hands worked inside his pants and grasped his cock. He was horrified to realize that he was semi-erect, but he couldn't prevent a groan of pleasure when Mulder's knowledgeable fingers stroked him. Even being cuffed didn't slow the man down; one hand pumped Alex's cock in the same rhythm as he pressed his own cock against Krycek's ass, and the other rolled his balls.
By now, Krycek was squirming in Mulder's grip, thrusting into his hand. His mind was a whirlwind of denial and pleasure, but his body knew what it wanted, and he cried out as he came, Mulder's hand continuing to milk him till every last drop of pleasure was wrung from him.
He shook silently in Mulder's arms, desperately denying to himself that the last few minutes had happened, even as Mulder stiffened and buried his face in his neck. Alex shuddered as he felt wetness spread against his ass, and even he couldn't have said whether it was in revulsion or pleasure. His eyes widened and he gasped when Mulder drew his semen-covered hands out of his pants and raised them until he could reach over Alex's shoulder and lick his hands clean.
"Mmmm," Mulder sighed blissfully. "Nice." He had to bite his cheek to hold back a chuckle when a moan of distress escaped Alex. He lowered his hands again, pulling Krycek firmly back against him and allowed himself to doze off again.
Alex, totally unstrung by what had happened, expected to lie there and have a nervous breakdown at the very least, but he shocked himself by falling asleep in Mulder's arms.
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When Alex next woke up, it was dark in the cabin, but he could see the gleam of Mulder's eyes as the older man watched him. While they slept, they had shifted until Alex was lying half on top of Mulder, his head pillowed on his chest and one leg draped over both of his. Krycek hastily pulled away as much as he could, still restrained in the circle of Mulder's arms.
"Ready to admit it yet, Krycek?"
"Admit what?" Alex wasn't giving an inch.
"That you want me."
Krycek snorted. "That would be pretty fucking stupid of me, now wouldn't it? Christ, if the Elders thought I looked twice at you, they'd kill me. Weaknesses are not tolerated. So don't waste your time inventing some for me because I don't have any."
"Uh huh." Mulder was clearly unconvinced.
"Fuck you, Mulder!" Alex snarled. "So you can make me come. Anybody can do that; it's just physical. It doesn't mean anything."
"And that's why I woke up with you wrapped around me like ivy, right?"
"I was cold, Mulder. Cold. In case you haven't noticed, you didn't give me much in the way of clothing."
"Oh, I noticed," Mulder leered.
Krycek actually blushed, much to Mulder's amazement. Surely anyone who looked like Krycek had to be accustomed to attention from men and women alike. He gaped at the younger man, who glared at him defensively.
Alex grasped at the shredded remains of his dignity and demanded that Mulder let him go. Of course, he didn't, and Krycek was left staring at him in frustration, gritting his teeth. Mulder stared back for what seemed an eternity, then without warning, kissed him.
Krycek gasped in surprise and Mulder took immediate advantage, his tongue probing between parted lips, stroking over its counterpart, which retreated, only enticing him in farther. He explored the new territory, learning Krycek's taste, and he noted that despite his earlier protests, Krycek wasn't pushing him away. Alex's hands, trapped between them, were clutching fistfuls of Mulder's shirt, holding onto him as he relaxed into the kiss.
Mulder wasn't foolish enough to draw Alex's attention to it, though, knowing that if he did, Krycek would push him away. He kept his hands still on Krycek's back despite his desire to explore that beautiful body. He let his kiss alone distract the other man and keep him in his arms. When Krycek's tongue tentatively stroked his and cautiously began to explore his mouth in turn, Mulder barely restrained a victorious moan. But then Krycek seemed to realize what he was doing, and he jerked his head back to stare at Mulder in dismay.
"Leave me the fuck alone, Mulder!" Krycek demanded, the effect somewhat spoiled by his panting. Mulder also noticed that his tongue traced lingeringly over his lips. Tasting Mulder, perhaps?
Mulder leaned forward for his own quick lick at those glistening, slightly puffy, pink lips. Krycek flinched away, but Mulder had already settled back and was eyeing him speculatively.
Without another word, Mulder sat up, forcing Krycek to do the same. Since they were face to face, Alex ended up straddling Mulder's lap on his knees, trying not to squirm with discomfort. Mulder held him there for a moment, then raised his arms over Krycek's head, releasing him, and Alex shot off his lap.
Mulder glanced down at his lap and plucked at the stiffened cotton with distaste. "Come on, Krycek. We both need to clean up." Mulder paused long enough to unfasten his own cuffs on the way to the shower but left Krycek bound. He did check to make sure Alex's wrists were okay, aside from some inevitable bruising.
Alex flushed when he realized that Mulder intended them to shower together. He stepped under the water reluctantly, flinching when Mulder picked up the soap and started to run sudsy hands over his body.
"I can wash myself, Mulder," he snapped, trying to back away without slipping.
"I'd love to see how you're going to wash your back with your hands cuffed in front of you."
Alex paused. Mulder had a point. "You could uncuff me, you know."
"Not a chance."
"Bastard!"
"Apparently," Mulder replied dryly. "That's one of the things you're going to tell me."
Krycek blinked in surprise, momentarily distracted from Mulder's hands moving over his back and ass. "Wha-- Oh. No, you don't have to worry about that, Mulder. Bill Mulder *was* your father."
"See, I knew you could answer my questions."
Krycek's mouth snapped shut. He glared over his shoulder, then suddenly realized that Mulder's hands were still on him, were running teasingly over his buttocks and inner thighs, in fact. He twitched away, and Mulder let him go, turning his attention to his own body.
Krycek found himself backed against the shower wall, wide eyes fixed on Mulder's hands. He watched them smooth along long arms and over strong shoulders and a well-defined chest. He licked dry lips when Mulder plucked at a hardened nipple, and he couldn't be sure which of them gasped. Alex began to breathe in quick, breathy gasps when Mulder wrapped a hand around his cock and started to jerk himself off. He couldn't look away from the pale hand tugging at the deeply flushed length. He shuddered as if it were his body Mulder was touching, and he was the one who cried out when Mulder came.
Mulder opened his eyes and focused on the deer-in-headlights expression of the man opposite him. He sank to his knees and slowly trailed his fingers up Krycek's legs, finally grasping his hips and rubbing his thumbs over the soft skin beneath the pelvic bone. He stared into Krycek's eyes the whole time, even as he closed his lips over the head of Alex's cock. He moved slowly, not wanting to startle the man into pulling away. He let out a hum of pleasure when he finally captured his prize in his mouth.
Alex's knees almost buckled at that sensation, and he clutched desperately at Mulder's head as the only stable point in his universe. He whimpered when he felt Mulder's tongue tease at the sensitive spot beneath the ridge, and his hands shook as he combed them through the wet silk of Mulder's hair over and over.
Mulder continued to lick and nip and tease for several minutes, pausing whenever Alex got too close, until he noticed the water starting to run colder. Then he took Alex's entire length, swallowing hard. Krycek nearly screamed when he felt Mulder's throat muscles close around him, and his orgasm exploded through him. It felt as if his entire body had melted down, and he slumped against the wall, slowly sinking down to a sitting position in the bottom of the tub, gasping for air.
Mulder, an incredibly smug grin on his face, turned the water off before it could get any colder and climbed out. He dried off, then held a bath sheet out with open arms, just waiting for Alex to come to him.
Krycek stared up at him for long moments before he wobbled to his feet and stepped out of the tub. He took the single step forward necessary to step into Mulder's embrace and allowed the other man to towel him off. Mulder watched him curiously the whole time, but Alex kept his head down and his eyes firmly averted. Whatever was going on inside his head, he didn't want to share it.
Back in the bedroom, Mulder tossed their soiled sweats in the hamper and handed Alex a heavy velour robe out of the closet. He rummaged around in his pack and came up with a faded and torn pair of old jeans that he'd had for years. He pulled them on, knowing that they were skin tight on him and that Alex was looking at him. He had to hide a smile when he noticed the younger man rearrange his robe slightly. He decided it was his turn to go without a shirt, then thought that it would be fun to really shock the hell out of Krycek. He turned his back to the other man and bent over to get something out of his bag, giving Alex a good, long look at his ass. When he turned around again, Krycek's eyes widened so far Mulder thought they were going to pop right out of his head.
"What is *that*?" he demanded in shocked accents.
"What, this old thing?" Mulder asked breezily, flipping the object in question with a finger. "It's a nipple ring, of course."
"On *you*?" Krycek couldn't have sounded more astounded if someone had told him that seven leprechauns had just delivered seven pots of gold to his front door.
Mulder looked faintly insulted. "Why not on me? Anyhow, I got it done when I was at Oxford. I make sure to wear one often enough to keep the hole from closing up."
Alex stared in utter fascination, one hand reaching out to touch it almost involuntarily. He blushed when he realized what he'd done and snatched his hand back, still staring. Mulder was hard pressed to prevent himself from bursting into laughter.
"Jeez, Krycek, you'd think I was some ancient stuffed shirt or something."
Krycek just looked at him, challengingly. Mulder glared back.
"I am *not*. I happen to be a very happening kinda guy."
"Oh, Mulder!" Alex howled with laughter, exactly the reaction Mulder had been aiming for. He grinned and reached for Alex's wrists, unlocking the handcuffs and tossing them on the dresser. Meeting Krycek's astonished gaze, he shrugged.
"After the shower, if I left 'em on you, you'd rust."
Alex chuckled. Besides, Mulder had the gun...somewhere... and he was only wearing a robe. It wasn't like he was going anywhere, at least not dressed like this as long as Mulder wasn't hurting him. This was almost like a vacation, if he didn't think about Mulder jerking him off or giving him a blowjob.
Alex groaned. Thinking about *not* thinking about that had been a mistake.
"Looks like you have a problem there, Krycek," Mulder murmured. "Need a hand?" He expected Krycek to get flustered and back away, but instead the other man hesitated a moment, then shrugged out of his robe. Mulder found himself looking at a hardening cock, and it was his turn to reach out.
Mulder cupped the semi-hard flesh in his hand, feeling it lengthen, and slowly stroked, still stunned by Krycek's acquiescence. He moved closer, and Alex reached up to play with the nipple ring that fascinated him. Mulder shivered; it had been a long time since he'd felt that particular sensation, and he'd almost forgotten how good it was. He shifted carefully, making sure not to jostle Alex's hand away, and licked one of Alex's nipples, then suckled strongly. It was Alex's turn to shudder and he tugged sharply at the ring he was playing with, making Mulder moan. Alex's eyes flew open at the sound, and he stared down at Mulder. He slowly released the nipple ring and placed his hands on Mulder's shoulders, just touching him.
Mulder looked up at him, meeting his eyes, then straightened up and drew him over to the bed. He stripped his jeans back off, standing before Alex proudly nude, waiting to see what he would do. Slowly, hesitantly, Alex sat down on the bed and stared up at Mulder silently. Still holding Mulder's gaze, he shifted backward until he was fully on the bed, then lay down. Mulder smiled and stretched out beside him, one hand running over his chest aimlessly, just maintaining contact.
He leaned toward Alex, his head lowering, and Krycek's lips parted in anticipation. They kissed, mouths meeting at first softly, hesitantly, then more aggressively. They probed already familiar territory, enjoying each other's flavor, and Krycek's hand cupped Mulder's neck to pull him closer, hold him still while Krycek took control of the kiss. Control passed back and forth, with occasional pauses for breath filled with nips at chins and cheeks. Gradually, Mulder rolled on top of Alex, writhing against him to excite them both.
Alex tensed up, looking nervous. "Uh, Mulder..." he started.
Mulder stopped him with a finger pressed to his lips. He fumbled around in the nightstand drawer, pulling out a half empty tube of lubricant, and Krycek's eyes widened again. He started to pull away, but he stopped in surprise when Mulder stroked it onto his cock and then reached behind himself. He stared, gasping slightly, as Mulder prepared himself, moaning softly as he stretched himself. After a couple of minutes, Mulder shifted to his knees over Krycek, his hands braced on his chest, and smiled down at him.
"Wanna guide yourself?" he whispered huskily, a wild gleam in his eyes.
Krycek didn't say a word, but he reached behind Mulder to take hold of his own cock and hold it steady against Mulder's ass. Mulder smiled again and pressed down, gasping as his body yielded to the pressure and the head passed the still tight ring of muscle.
Alex groaned loudly, and his head lolled back as he felt the incredible tightness of Mulder's body surrounding him, slowly taking in more of him until an endless time later he was completely sheathed. He tossed his head from side to side, moaning, his hips thrusting involuntarily as he sought to go deeper still.
"Yesss," Mulder moaned. "Oh shit, you feel good." He met Krycek's every thrust, urging him to go faster, harder, knowing he would be sore as hell later but not caring. It had been too long since he'd felt this, and he'd wanted this man for years.
Alex was moving almost on autopilot. He couldn't believe that he was fucking a man and especially not Fox Mulder. He couldn't deny the incredible sensations racing through his body, however. No woman had ever felt like this. His eyes, which had closed when Mulder took him inside, fluttered open. He groaned at the sight that met his eyes, Mulder riding him, ecstasy on his face, that pouty lower lip caught between his teeth as he tried to make this last as long as possible.
Sunlight glinting off the nipple ring caught Alex's attention. He unclenched his fists from the sheets and reached up to flick it. Mulder's eyes abruptly focused on his, and he groaned Krycek's name as he squirmed, his rhythm abruptly broken. Alex liked the sound and this time tugged firmly, then again, smiling when Mulder gasped. It was Alex's turn to cry out when Mulder's ass clenched around him, a long, keening moan of incredible pleasure.
Alex shifted his hands to Mulder's hips, clutching them hard enough to bruise as he thrust up into that incredibly tight heat. Mulder met every thrust, speeding his own movements. He stiffened, his back arching, and a deep moan escaped him as he climaxed, shooting a warm gush of fluid over Alex's belly. Krycek screamed as he felt Mulder spasm around him, tearing his own orgasm from him.
After a moment Mulder climbed off him and stretched out on his side beside him. Krycek watched him curiously, wondering what effect this would have on their interactions, but all Mulder did was swirl a finger lazily through the small pool of his semen puddled in Alex's navel.
Krycek had no idea what he was supposed to do. He had no idea whether he was still Mulder's prisoner, whether this would change Mulder's attitude toward him, whether it would ever happen again, whether Mulder would suddenly return to trying to beat him up for his many perceived sins. He didn't know much of anything, in fact, and he didn't like the uncertainty. In his line of work, lack of knowledge could kill, and when Mulder was involved, that just made it more dangerous.
"Mulder?" he asked hesitantly.
"Hmmm?" Mulder seemed more interested in the patterns he was drawing on Alex's belly.
"What just happened here?"
That surprised a laugh out of Mulder. "If you don't know, we really need to have a little talk about the birds and the bees."
Krycek growled at him. "Be serious."
"We fucked, Krycek. What the hell do you think happened?"
Alex winced slightly. "Why?"
Mulder looked at him like he was nuts. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?"
"Damn it, I said be serious!"
"I am! You're fucking gorgeous, and I've wanted you for years. So now I scratched the itch."
Alex pulled away, rolling over to get out of bed.
"Hey, where do you think you're going? I'm not finished with you," Mulder said with an audible leer.
Alex refused to turn around, his shoulders and back stiff, his posture screaming rejection.
Mulder tugged at one arm, trying to pull him around. "Krycek..."
"Jesus Christ, we just *fucked* and you can't even bring yourself to call me by my name!" Alex laughed bitterly. "Why did I expect anything different?" His voice cracked on the last word, and he abruptly stopped talking.
Mulder froze. That sounded like honest pain in Krycek's voice, but it couldn't be. Krycek was an emotionless rat bastard who killed and used people without a care. How could he be affected by anything Mulder did? That would make him...human. Mulder groaned silently. How could he have allowed himself to get so caught up in his desire for vengeance that he forgot the simple fact that Krycek was still a human being? Suddenly, he felt ashamed of how he had used the other man. And he *had* used him. He'd been pretty sure from his reactions that he'd never been involved with a man before, and he'd just barreled on in, determined to get what he wanted, regardless of how it would affect Alex.
//Alex.// He hadn't allowed himself to think of the other man as Alex since the day he'd found the Morley butts in his car. Alex was the sweet, sexy man he had been starting to trust and had been attracted to, maybe falling in love with. Krycek was his enemy. He hadn't dared let the two come together in his mind because he'd known that if he did, he wouldn't be able to hate him. But how could he love the man who killed his father, who hurt Scully?
He couldn't.
Mulder allowed his hand to fall back to the bed, and Krycek got up, still facing away from him. He picked up and shrugged into the robe he'd been wearing and started toward the door. He hadn't taken more than two steps when the sound of metal clanking together stopped him in his tracks.
Krycek's head lowered and his shoulders slumped, then he came back toward Mulder and held his wrists out, not looking up even once while he was again handcuffed. He let out a faint, bitter laugh as he stared at the metal bonds, then turned away and walked out of the room.
Mulder stared after him, cursing himself for giving in to his attraction to the man. Now that he knew what he was missing, it was going to be twice as hard to stay away. He could still feel Krycek inside him, taste him, and he wanted more. Then again, why not? Like he'd said, it was only fucking. Why not have Krycek until he'd had enough?
Mulder sighed. He knew damned well that no matter how hard he tried to hate Krycek, he could never do that to anyone, not even him. Maybe especially not him. Not to mention that Krycek himself would probably have a few objections to the plan. He flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and he wondered if Krycek had already removed the cuffs and taken off for parts unknown. Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to care enough to move and go find out.
So he was really surprised about an hour later when the door opened and Krycek told him that dinner was ready. He just stared at the other man with his mouth hanging open.
"What?" Krycek snapped defensively. "The way you cook, it's in my best interest to do the cooking."
Mulder blinked. "You're still here."
Krycek stared at him. "I'm wearing a bathrobe and handcuffs. Where did you think I was going to go?"
Mulder just looked at him. "Gimme a break, Krycek. You wander in and out of top secret installations, and you expect me to believe that you can't pick the lock on a set of handcuffs?"
"Why the fuck do you *think* I spent a night and a day cuffed to the railing on Skinner's balcony?!"
"Oh. You really can't?"
"No!" Alex stormed back downstairs, muttering under his breath in Russian, and Mulder followed, a silly grin on his face.
Mulder settled down at the kitchen table, inspecting the food set out there, and he poked at each dish and mumbled under his breath until Alex was ready to stab him with a fork.
"Would you just eat something already!" he nearly yelled, glaring at the blandly smiling FBI agent.
"Well, you see, the thing is..." he trailed off.
"What?" Alex shrieked.
"I don't really like sour cream, and you've got it over everything."
Alex stared at him. "You don't like sour cream," he repeated. "Of course, that would be why *you* bought it, right? Everyone buys things that they don't like."
Mulder shrugged. "The clerk told me it went with the noodles or something. It was easier just to take it."
Alex's mouth opened and closed a few times, but nothing came out. Finally, Krycek very calmly stood up, picked up the dish of boeuf bourgignon, and dumped it over Mulder's head. He watched a noodle unravel along Mulder's nose and fall to the table with a small plop with great satisfaction. "There," he announced calmly. "Now you don't have to eat it."
Mulder sat utterly motionless, feeling the chunks of beef, mushrooms, pasta and sauce drip off his head and splatter on the table and floor. He nearly went cross-eyed watching one mushroom slice follow the path of the noodle that had so fascinated Krycek down his nose. It hung at the tip for a moment before dropping down to land on the table with a splat. Mulder raised his eyes slowly, focusing on Krycek, who stared back coolly.
"Why did you do that?" he asked in an eerily calm voice.
"Because you deserved it!" Alex snapped. Then he sighed. "I just wish I had served myself before I did. I'm hungry."
Mulder sprang up from his seat in a total rage. "You sonofabitch! I'm going to make you eat this shit!!" He lunged for Alex, his hands reaching for the other man's throat.
Alex was easily able to sidestep the enraged man's grip, and he watched with faint amusement as Mulder overbalanced and fell on his face. Mulder just lay there for a moment, taking deep breaths as he tried to calm himself.
//Okay, Mulder, get a grip. The man had cause. You fucked him, basically told him it didn't mean anything; he cooked your dinner anyhow, and then you told him you didn't like it. If the tables had been turned, you'd have decked him. Or shot him.// Mulder sighed.
Somehow, understanding didn't make him feel any better. He really wanted to strangle the smug little bastard. He should have just shot him rather than bringing him here. This couldn't possibly end well. He sighed again and pushed himself up to his hands and knees, shaking his head to get rid of as much of the food as he could. Finally, he stood up, knowing that he had to look ridiculous.
He glanced over his shoulder, only to find that Krycek wasn't paying him the slightest bit of attention. Instead, he was rummaging in the fridge, apparently looking for something to eat. Mulder sighed yet again, absently thinking that he was going to start hyperventilating if this kept up, and stomped out of the kitchen toward the shower. He considered forcing Krycek to come with him, but he didn't have the heart. The man probably was hungry. Aside from that omelet this morning, he hadn't eaten since Mulder brought him here the previous day.
Clean, wearing a pair of boxers, and in a much better humor, Mulder reappeared in the kitchen fifteen minutes later. Krycek very conspicuously did not look up when he came in but kept his face buried in a book as he continued eating a grilled ham and cheese sandwich. Mulder eyed it and decided that even he could recreate that.
A few minutes later, smoke was billowing, Mulder was swearing, and Krycek put his book down with a sigh. He turned around, looked at the cinders stuck to the frying pan that Mulder was brandishing, and shook his head. "You've never made a grilled cheese sandwich?" he demanded in disbelief. "You have to butter the outside of the sandwich before you fry it, Mulder, otherwise it just burns. And you can't let the cheese overlap the bread or it melts and sticks to the pan and also burns."
"I can see that!" Mulder snapped peevishly, embarrassed at his lack of skill in the kitchen.
"God! Go sit down and I'll make it for you. If I let you try again, you may burn the house down around us." Alex wasn't pleased to find himself making Mulder's dinner again, but it was a simple matter of self preservation.
After dinner and the cleanup was finished, a task that took much longer than usual thanks the half-dried mess of noodles on the kitchen floor since Alex had refused to clean it up while Mulder was in the shower, the two men settled in the living room with books, both reading and trying to ignore the other's presence. Eventually Mulder started yawning, and he put the book down and stood up.
"Come on, Krycek. Time for bed."
Alex glared at him. "I'm not tired."
"Too bad, I am. Up." Mulder waited patiently, immovably, and Krycek stood up, grumbling.
"Why the hell do I have to go to bed just because you're tired?"
"Because you're the prisoner, and I'm in charge," Mulder said sweetly, making Alex want to hit him.
He balked when they reached the bed. "No way, Mulder, not again! I'm not your fucking whore!"
"Contrary to popular belief, Krycek, you're not irresistible. I have no intention of fucking you again. Once was enough," Mulder added cruelly, feeling a hint of satisfaction when Krycek blanched. "But I thought you might like to get the cuffs off one wrist for a few hours."
Krycek was annoyed with himself at how quickly he subsided with that as an incentive, lying down on the edge of the bed. Mulder knelt beside him and unfastened the right bracelet, then shocked him by fastening it to his own left wrist.
"No!" Krycek howled, tugging frantically at the handcuffs, wrenching a yelp of pain from Mulder.
"Stop that!" Mulder snapped. "There's no way I'm leaving you loose, Krycek, so just shut up and go to sleep." He lay down behind Alex, several inches between them and his cuffed wrist resting lightly on Krycek's waist.
Alex didn't expect to get any sleep that night, but he surprised himself by dropping off almost immediately. Even more surprisingly, he woke up the next morning to find himself spooned up against Mulder, held snugly in the cradle of the other man's body, his own arm holding Mulder's around him. He prayed that he would be able to disentangle himself before Mulder woke up, but the soft monotone disabused him of that notion.
"You're a lot friendlier asleep, Krycek."
He stiffened, prepared to pull away, but Mulder grabbed his shoulder and rolled him onto his back, then covered his mouth with his own. Surprise held him still for an instant, then his lips parted to let Mulder's tongue inside, wanting him there, wanting this kiss more than he could admit.
Mulder deepened the kiss, drawing a response from Krycek, but he forced himself not to touch him in any other way. After a moment, he raised his head, waiting until dazed green eyes opened, then said good morning softly.
Alex just stared at him, licking his lips, and Mulder dragged his gaze away. He twisted around to reach the nightstand drawer and pulled out the key to the handcuffs, unlocking himself. He reached for Alex's wrist, and the other man flinched away, limpid eyes focusing on his.
"Please, Mulder, no more," he begged, unconsciously rubbing the bruises on his wrist. Mulder eyed the marks uncomfortably, but he certainly wasn't going to leave Krycek loose. At least the cuffs gave the man more freedom than being tied to a chair.
"Look, I swear, I won't try anything or try to get away; just don't cuff me anymore. I swear I won't do anything," Alex pleaded.
Mulder laughed harshly. "I'm supposed to take the word of a traitor and murderer?"
Alex winced. "No matter what I've done, Mulder, I've *never* broken my word."
Mulder started to sneer, then hesitated. Somehow, he felt that this mattered. And when he thought back over the years, he remembered that Krycek had never given his word or made any promises, not even as a joke. Maybe his word did mean something to him. He stared at Alex, who stared back silently. "I must be insane," Mulder said slowly, "but okay. I'm going to believe you. I guess it's up to you to prove me right or wrong." He unfastened the remaining handcuff and tossed the set on the nightstand, then stood up and walked into the bathroom.
Krycek stared after him for a long moment, then turned to look at the handcuffs lying beside the bed like a silent accusation. Although he had desperately wanted to be free of the restraints, he'd never expected Mulder to take his word. Somehow he felt he owed the agent something now, which was absurd considering that Mulder had kidnapped him. He slowly got out of bed and followed Mulder into the bathroom, shedding his robe as he went.
Once inside the room, he hesitated, watching Mulder through the shower curtain. He took a deep breath and pulled the curtain back to step inside, head lowered against the water.
Mulder whirled around in surprise when he felt the cold draft as the curtain was pulled aside and nearly fell over when he found Krycek behind him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he exclaimed.
Without replying or looking up, Krycek reached out and placed his hand on Mulder's chest. He paused for a second, then gradually drew it downward, stroking over Mulder's belly. Mulder gaped at him momentarily, then grabbed his wrist in a steely grip, halting the motion.
"I don't expect you to prostitute yourself whenever I decide to believe you," he gritted out.
Startled green eyes flashed up, then fell away from the furious hazel glare. "I... I thought you wanted...." He couldn't finish.
"I don't want someone who's with me because he thinks he *owes* it to me!" Mulder nearly tore the curtain off the rod as he yanked it out of his way and stormed out of the room.
Alex was left staring after him once again, a tiny smile tentatively blooming on his face. He finished his shower and went back to the bedroom, which Mulder had already left, as he expected. Alex pawed through Mulder's bag, finding a pair of jeans that should fit him, and pulled them on. He very carefully zipped them up, taking care not to catch anything in the zipper, and sauntered downstairs in search of Mulder.
He found the other man sitting in an armchair in the living room, firmly shielded behind a book and refusing to look up. Alex went into the kitchen and scraped together a breakfast, wondering how Mulder intended to survive three weeks with only this little bit of food. He set the food on the table and stuck his head into the living room to tell Mulder that it was ready.
Mulder wandered in a moment later and sat down at the table, eyeing the meal warily. He looked up at Krycek, opened his mouth, noticed the way the younger man's fingers were curled around the rim of his bowl of oatmeal, and decided not to voice whatever comments he might have had about the meal selection. He reluctantly brought a spoonful to his mouth, screwing his face up as he swallowed. Alex nearly mentioned Mulder's astounding resemblance to a cranky infant but managed to refrain. Mulder's expression underwent an amazing transformation when he realized what his taste buds were telling him; it was *good*.
He stared into his bowl, making sure elves hadn't suddenly switched it while his attention was turned, then stared at Alex. "It's good," he intoned in astonishment.
Alex had to laugh despite his annoyance. "Maybe next time you'll try something rather than deciding you don't like it beforehand. Most people manage that by the time they're about five." He couldn't resist that dig.
Mulder pouted at him.
Alex stared at that protruding lower lip, and he remembered how it felt against his own mouth, on his body. His respiration increased, and he had to moisten suddenly dry lips.
Mulder noticed Krycek's reaction, and he realized that he was making progress, despite that stunt in the shower. He would have the man eating out his hand before he was done.