How Mulder Makes Those Intuitive Leaps

"Jesus. This case just keeps throwing me." I slide into the booth, ignoring the whine I hear in my own complaint. Krycek just nods and sits down across from me, looking more serious than is customary for him. Usually, he looks like he's just having too much fun on the job...like he's been given an exciting puzzle to solve. He practically jumps up and down when he figures something out that moves us forward. Still, his youthful energy sometimes keeps me from slipping into my usual miasma. And he's cute.

I peek at him over the top of my menu and try to figure him out. Is he doing this on purpose? Well, yeah, he had better be playing dumb on purpose. If he isn't, I think he wasted a lot of time at Quantico, and I know that's not the case. He graduated top of his class. So that leads me back to this dumb act. This case isn't hard at all. Clear cut kidnapping, 'bout as 'by the book' as you can get without being a Law and Order episode. So why is he acting like this is getting to him? I blink and focus back on him. He's looking right back at me. "What?"

His eyebrows go up over those pretty eyes, making him look even more young and innocent. He's got no idea that I just wanna grab his face and yank it in for a hard, bruising kiss when he does that. I sigh hard and shift a bit in my seat. "There's more to this than just a routine kidnapping, Krycek," I explain wearily. He acts like he believes my shit...why can't he see the kinks in this? I close my eyes, dropping my head back on my shoulders, wishing I'd slept last night instead of poring over not-quite-right crime details.

Jesus, he looks tired. How do insomniacs deal with that shit? I glance at my menu and then look back at him. His eyes are closed, and his head is bent at an odd angle. "Look, if you want to go get some rest, I can handle it from here." His eyes pop open and he glares at me. I slam my menu down and grab for my notebook. "All right already! What am I not getting? It looks so straight forward. I know it looks like something they set up at the academy to look like a crime scene, but that's where they get text book examples from, right? From cases like these?" I look back at my notes and chew on the end of my pen. I don't see anything new popping up to grab my attention. I look up to see Mulder staring at my lips as I gnaw on the pen.

Snippy little shit. I'm not going to give him lessons in Investigative Skills if he doesn't get this. It's not that he's without usefulness...I mean, he does come up with some connections from time to time...but if I were to really come clean about what he adds to this partnership, it's his company. His presence. Having someone who...all right, who looks at me with those adoring puppy-dog eyes and buys everything I say without question. I've never had that before. It's nice. It's *too* fucking nice, actually. Too perfect. Kind of like this damned case. But it looks like the glamour's wearing off. He's not that pleasant to be around this morning. Maybe I'll take him up on that offer to let me sleep, and go do some off-the-record snooping around of my own. I sigh deeply.

"Know what, Krycek? I think I will go take a rest. Why don't you go talk to that sheriff again. His story was a little too...pretty." Pretty? Jesus. Before I can pay too much attention to Krycek's little frown, wrinkling the bridge of his tiny nose, I toss the menu aside and stand, rolling my head on my shoulders, still trying to work out the tension.

I sigh. "Am I being a bad date again? 'Cos I get the feeling I'm being ditched here." I give him the look...the adoring Junior Agent Krycek look...and ask him, "Could you tell me what you see that I don't? That's why they pair guys like me up with guys like you, so we can learn. All I'm learning right now is that I'm pretty easy to ditch." I look back at my notebook and hope I look earnest enough for him. And I put the pen back in my mouth. He liked that the first time.

Fuck. Just hearing the word 'date' come out of that pretty little pink mouth...my heart's pounding. What the fuck? He sounds so...hurt and...earnest. Dammit...I can't stand that look. "Obviously not easy enough," I mutter. Sighing, I gentle my tone. "Look. I'm not used to working with somebody...else." Besides Scully. "I just...don't really play well with others." I look at his eyes, focused so intently on mine now as he holds his notebook, ready to take down whatever I say. This would be easier if he'd quit wrapping those lips around that pen cap. If I see tongue...

Ohh, a stammering apology. I am definitely moving up in the world. And all it took was a little oral treatment of my pen. Hmm, wonder what else I can get out of him? I stick with the earnest thing, it seems to be working, and try to play up the pen chewing. I scrunch up my eyebrows and suck on the pen as I think about the case. Nope, still nothing jumping out at me, no tingle in the spidey sense, nothing. Except a partner who is dangling on the end of this pen. I slowly pull the pen out of my mouth while absently licking the underside. I look up at him. He is still standing there by the booth, head again at a weird angle. I smile and ask, "Doesn't your neck hurt holding it like that?"

It's all I can do not to drag my nails across the fucking tabletop as he blows his pen. Blood is no longer getting to my brain. ALL of it is in my crotch. I lick my lips slowly...he said something. He asked me a question. Holding what? What hurts? My eyes narrow...oral talent like that is neither unconscious nor amateur. That little prick...he knows what he's doing to me! My jaw clenches. I don't like the power shift here. It's time to take control of this burgeoning...situation. I slide back into the booth, looking him straight in the eyes. I'm breathing deep and slow, and I let my gaze travel down the length of that pen, still between his lips, then slowly back up to his eyes. "Let me see those notes," I say, low and calm. I reach across the table for them and 'accidentally' knock his glass over, dumping eight ounces of ice water directly on his crotch. That oughta cool down the little tease.

"FUCK!" Oh-my-fucking-god that was COLD. I was just getting a nice boner, watching him watch my lips, my tongue. Hell, to be truthful, my cock stiffens up every time I get around him. But my little oral exhibition was making him drool, and me, well I was ready for anything, except ice water in the fucking crotch! I shot up outta that booth at about mach 4. There he is, smirk in place, holding out a handful of cheap paper napkins. I think he actually watches my erection deflate. Bastard. I take my time dabbing at the front of my pants. He is watching me, but unfortunately just about everyone else in this little dive is watching too. I turn in a little bit, facing Mulder, and rearrange my cock so that it is slightly more comfortable in my cold, clammy pants. "I need to get some clothes. Take me home?" Again with the big trusting Junior Agent eyes. But maybe he is immune to them by now.

Oh yeah, baby. That's the way. I give him my warmest (ha!) smile. "Sure. Let's go." I pull one more paper napkin from the dispenser and lean in as he passes, stroking lightly to the left of his fly. "Missed a spot."

He just smiled at me, one of those big ole "I want to throw you across this table and fuck you senseless" smiles. In a little bit of a happy daze I turn to walk by him, and he reaches out and touches me. He saw me tuck my cock to the side. He knows he is stroking my cock. I think I could melt into the floor. I moan before I can even think about it and then blush about seven shades of red. I haven't been touched in far too long. My stride falters a bit, but I push into his hand and brush past him, heading to the door.

Uhhhn. God. I gasp and pull my hand back, my cock jumping in my pants. Bad date? Don't think so. Not anymore. Responsive little fucker, isn't he? Jesus. I sure didn't expect that. I never could resist a lover that let me know when I was doing things right. I groan under my breath as I try to walk comfortably, which is impossible with his tight little ass right in front of me and my engorged cockhead scraping against the fabric of my shorts with every move. This is stupid. Stupid AND wrong. Part of me keeps yelling that at me as I slide into the seat next to him in the car. The other part of me just presses straight up, making an embarrassingly obvious tent in my suit pants. I glance to the side, and he's staring resolutely ahead. Good. I can't handle looking at him either, so I just start the car and head toward the hotel.

Jeez, how bad is this? I want him...I actually want him so bad right now that my cock aches, wet pants and all. Wonder what that smoking fuck will say about this? I could not tell him, but that's assuming that he doesn't already know. Fuck, he probably knew before me. I don't want to think of the cancerous bastard right now. I throw a glance over at Mulder. He is concentrating pretty hard on driving. I let my eyes skim down his face to his lips. They are pursed, like he is chewing on his bottom lip. My eyes slide to his chest. He is breathing pretty deeply. I wonder if he is as scared as I am. I look back up to his face, but he is still intent on the road, so I sneak a look at his lap.

God. I can feel his gaze on me like fingers trailing down my face...my body. Like what you see, partner? I just *know* my cock twitched when he looked at it. I pretend I don't notice him checking me out. I'm squinting and chewing my lip from the inside so hard it's bleeding now. Great. Kisses that taste like blood. Hope he likes things on the kinky side...

His dick twitched. Just as my eyes rested on it, it moved. Just as if I had caressed it. I managed to bite down on the moan that was coming from my mouth, so I am sure it came out sounding really strange. I can't help it, I'm very vocal. At the sound of my moan, his dick moves again, and I feel my cock jerk in empathy. He still won't look at me. I inch my hand across the middle console of the bucar and lay my palm flat on top of the tent in his trousers.

Jesus fucking CHRIST what the HELL is he OHHhhhhh GOD! Fuck! The car is swerving to the side and I wrench the wheel back and hear Krycek's amused chuckle as he gives me a squeeze. I can't believe the nerve of this kid! Ohhhhh God or the talent. I floor the gas pedal after giving him a look of pure incredulity and seeing an expression on that face that I've *never* had the pleasure of seeing before. And I do mean pleasure. It's pure FUCK ME.

How fucking far are we from the hotel? I take a minute to look out the window as my hand sets up a rhythmic squeezing on Mulder's lap tent. He's hard under the rough wool of his trousers, and big. Oh god, I want him to fuck me. He's looking at me now. I look right back at him and squeeze a little harder. His lips make a perfect O and his eyes slide shut. Not good while he's driving. I clear my throat and say, "Mulder, get us to the hotel and I can take care of this." I give him another squeeze for emphasis.

I groan and take the last corner, bumping up on the curb as we round it. I slide into the parking spot and slam the brakes hard enough that Krycek jolts forward, slamming the side of his head into the dash. "Jesus! Fuck! Sorry!" His eyes are blinking in shocked pain, and I reach out to him without thinking, meaning to offer some measure of comfort, but my hands slide into his gel-crunchy hair, pulling it a little as my fingers get caught, and the extra little gasp of pain he makes tips me over the edge. I yank him in by the back of neck and do what I want to do every time he looks up at me with those eyes. I fasten my mouth to his with a snarl.

Blood, he tastes like blood. It's not what I expected but Jesus what a rush. I can't get enough of my tongue into his mouth. My teeth hit his and I pull back for a second and then dive right in again. His hands are in my hair. I can hear it crunching, and I feel him wrapping my hair around his fingers as he pulls me closer into his mouth. Molten copper, that's what it feels like. I can't decide if I am dizzy from hitting my head or if it's his kissing and lack of oxygen. And then it doesn't even matter. His hands are still tangled up in my hair and he rips my mouth away from his and his lips slide down to my throat. He is licking my Adams apple and nipping the flesh right beside it. My hands are on his arms, clinging to his biceps. I can feel my fingers dig deeper into his jacket. I can't help the coarse whispers that are pouring out of my mouth.

God, I just want to eat him alive, swallow him whole, chew him up and devour him. I can barely restrain my urge to bite, calming it to a nibble as I taste his pale, sweet throat. Maybe I'm part vampire or something. I'm nibbling and sucking and grunting against his skin and he's totally submissive in my arms, just frozen and gripping my arms painfully. Gotta get this boy into my room. I chew my way back up to his mouth and take it again, then with my lips still crushed against his, I growl, "Inside."

"God yes! Inside me now, FUCK ME!" I think I am howling into his mouth. He pulls me off his mouth and is actually laughing at me. Oh fuck, FUCK! What did I do wrong? If he keeps it up I think I will go insane. I think he sees the desperation in my eyes, 'cos he pulls me back into a hard kiss. He bites the corner of my mouth and licks my bottom lip. I can hear him talking into my mouth. "Not in the car," Is all he says. Oh SHIT! Well, if the cancerous bastard keeps me under surveillance, he sure as hell knows everything now. I pull back from his mouth. His hands are still tangled in my hair, and my hands go up to his to pull them out. I sit there looking fuck-stupid, I'm sure, while holding his hands in my lap.

What the hell's the matter with him? He doesn't wanna do it unless it's in the fucking car? I lick the drool from my lips. "What's the fucking problem, Krycek? Why'd you stop? Mouth write a check your ass can't cash?"

"No, my ass can cash it just fine," I say carefully. "I just hope no one is watching." I look at his face and see his pretty, pretty mouth...his eyes, clear and burning into mine. Not at all dazed and hazy like I'm sure mine are. I realize I'm still holding his hands as my own hand comes up to brush across his mouth. I want him. I want him inside me and draped over me and possessing me. I can feel my cock straining to get to him. I lean in and kiss him one last time and then let go of his hands. "C'mon Mulder. First one to your room gets to be handcuffed." I throw a smirk over my shoulder as I open my car door.

Watching? And they say *I'm* paranoid. "Jesus, Krycek. I must be rubbing off on you. Why the hell would anyone be watching us?" I gotta admit, that cleared my head a little though. Then those sweet bubble-gum-pink lips came at me and left their taste on mine, and I heard the word 'handcuffed.' I think I'll let him go first. He slides out and is at the door of my room, and I can't remember seeing him walk. Krycek doesn't walk. He glides...or something. He reminds me of a cat, nudging your hand to be petted, curling its sleek body up and licking its paws after a meal. Okay, I'm getting weird. I get out of the car, grunting at the discomfort of my abandoned erection and adjusting it a little as I meet him at the door. He's leaning against it, waiting. His head is tilted down but he's looking up at me with a look that is part 'I'm just the junior partner...teach me' and part 'you have no idea what this body can do.' He looks so young and...available. Edible. I shove my key in the lock and the door opens inward. He just sorta leans his way into the room, and I step in and quickly kick the door shut behind us.

There is a small moment of indecision as soon as I'm in the room. To force him up against the door, or let him come to me. Fuck that, I have never been all that patient. I manage to wait till he turns around, and then I shove him up against the door. He hits with a grunt, but I take the grunt into my mouth and push it back down his throat. I can still taste the blood in his mouth. I get hold of both his hands and sweep them out to the sides of our bodies and up over his head. When my hands meet over his head, I use one hand to hold his up, and the other slides down to his collar and starts pulling on his tie. I pull back a bit, still fingering his tie. I look into his eyes and say, just as innocently as I can, "Is this ok?"

Guhhhh... What the fuck was THAT? And what the fuck is THIS? I narrow my eyes and stare straight into his. We're the same height almost exactly. I never really noticed that. And he's actually a little more buff than I am...I like it. This is it. That crucial moment when both parties decide. Top or bottom. I really like this confident-slut Krycek a lot, but if he thinks this is gonna carry over into our working relationship he's gonna learn a hard lesson. In the bedroom, I'll *let* him top...some. Outside of the bedroom, he'd fucking well better remember who's the Senior Agent. I give him the steeliest glare I can and growl, "Show me whatcha got, kid."

Mmm, a challenge. I jerk on his tie, pulling his face out to mine, and kiss him hard, shoving his head back into the door. I kick his legs apart and situate myself between them, rubbing my crotch against his. I bring my other hand up to his hands and lace his fingers together over his head, and then leave them there with a little growl. I pull both my hands down through his hair, over his face and down his throat, leaving little red welts on the pale skin under his jaw. My whole body is leaning into his, and I am trying to get his tie off. I want to rip it to shreds, but the silk is being a bitch. I reach behind me and pull out the short knife I keep strapped to my back and cut his fucking tie off. Ahhh, the dark look I get when I bring the knife up to his throat and cut off the top button of his shirt.

What the FUCK? Ohhhh you little shit. Maybe your fifteen dollar shirts deserve this kind of treatment, but you can bet that it's gonna take a hell of a fuck to justify destroying an eighty-dollar Brooks Brothers and hundred-and-twenty dollar silk tie. And that fucking blade? Where the hell did *that* come from? Innocent just flew out the fucking window. God, I'm so hard it *hurts*. I don't know how long I can let him call the shots. I need to be in that fucking ass so bad I can't even see. I'm looking straight in his eyes, and the fire there is shooting directly down to my cock. He's waiting for me to let him know how far he can go. Well, I did tell the little shit to show me what he had. I just didn't know he had this much. Hell, I've gone this far, and the shirt and tie are already toast...why not ride this train a little further? I give him a dark smile and keep my hands up over my head. "You'd better fucking make this worth it, kid."

I give him a hard stare as I make quick work of the rest of his buttons. He is still wearing his jacket, and I don't think he will take to kindly to me cutting his Armani, so I just wrench his shirt and jacket back as far off his chest as they will go and start to use my mouth to mark him on his collar bone. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up without actually throwing him on the floor and fucking his brains out. I let the flat of the knife blade rest on his shoulder as I suck and bite at his neck. I draw the blade down over his collar bone to his nipple. It leaves a thin scratch, a faint red trail where it has been. I hear him hiss in a breath and decide that's about enough of the knife. I drive it into the door about 6 inches to the right of his head, and use both my hands to pull him into a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongues. I am getting a little blood on my suit jacket but it kinda turns me on. I take a second to pull back and just look at him. He looks like a fucking wet dream...my wet dream.

Oh you little FUCKER! Jesus, talk about kink! When that blade went into the wood beside my face I almost fucking came! This is not good. NOT good. I can't let myself get into something so addictive! This is *not* something I'm gonna be able to have and walk away from. God, the juxtaposition of that angel's face with this domination trip...nothing...and I mean *nothing* has ever turned me on this much. But I want to fuck *him*. I can't deny I love all this rough play, but my cock *needs* to be buried in that fine little ass. Time to turn these tables a little. "You wanna get fucked, Krycek? 'Cuz if I don't get inside you right fucking now I'm gonna get really sick of this little game, tempting as it is."

"You want me," I say as I back up towards the bed, "Come and get me!" I lay back on the bed and put my hands above my head, lace my fingers together and close my eyes.

I don't even realize the growl is from me until my jacket and shirt are on the floor. I stalk toward the bed, undoing my pants as I go. I get to the bed and reach down, grabbing a fistful of cheap shirt and yanking him up by it. His eyes startle open and I hear the sound of fabric ripping. Tit for tat, babe. I yank him up and I can tell he likes it, although it caught him totally by surprise. But then, closing his eyes like that, he *wanted* it to.

"Take it off. Take it all off." He doesn't even hesitate, leveling that gorgeous 'fuck me' gaze at me and ripping his tie off, throwing his jacket and shirt across the room. He undoes his pants and sheds them in record time. I just stand there, pants open, squeezing my cock to keep it under control, watching him. He's naked now, standing by the side of the bed, and his dick is pointing straight up, hard as a board. He's breathing so loud it's the only thing I can hear in the room.

"Get on the bed." He scrambles up and starts to lie on his back. "On your knees against that wall." I gesture with my head to indicate the head of the bed. He's shaking and his pale, perfect body glistens with sweat as he gets on his knees and leans up against the wall, splaying his fingers out wide, spreading his thighs. Good boy.

I am shaking as I lean my upper body against the cold wall above the bed. I want this. I haven't had this much anticipation, this much desire in a long time. I spread my legs just a little bit more and place my hands on the wall, fingers splayed. An image of Mulder as a dirty cop about to frisk me makes me moan into the wall. He hasn't even touched me yet and I am gonna come on the wall. I move my hips a little bit to feel the head of my cock drag over the surface of the head board. I grit my teeth and try not to curse in Russian. Where is he? What the fuck is taking so long? I want him NOW!

God, he's beautiful. Lean and pale and strong and trembling against the wall. I wish I could just lick him from the backs of his thighs to the tips of his ears, but that's not the game we're playing...this time. "Got any Astroglide, Alex?" I ask, using his first name for the first time ever. "I don't carry it, but you seem like the type who would."

He breathes out hard. "Shaving kit."

I knew it. Grinning, I walk to the bathroom and retrieve the lube. Big bottle. But it's never been opened. I wonder what that says about him. I slowly climb up on the bed without taking my pants off. There is something about remaining clothed while he's naked that really does it for me. His ass cheeks clench as he brushes his cock against the headboard. Beautiful little slut. But we can't really have that. I come up behind him and slide my hands up his sides in a parody of a frisk, only a lot slower. When my hands touch his hot skin, he gasps and arches back, driving that hot little ass right up against my pounding cock. I groan and grip his chest, leaving finger-bruises, I'm sure, grinding myself into him. I lean into him and slide my hand down through the sweat on his nearly hairless chest, feeling his abdomen undulate at my touch. I softly open my mouth against the side of his neck, and he makes a sound like a sobbing groan. Each sound he makes is like a stroke down my cock. My fingertips just brush the wet tip of his dick, and he cries out in...Russian?

Fuck Fuck FUCK! I let that slip in Russian. I try to cover it by begging him in English. "Touch me, Mulder, please. Touch my cock...pull on my balls...c'mon Mulder, I want to feel you. Shove your cock in me...I want you inside me...FUCK ME, MULDER!" I say all this while grinding my ass against his cock. I get a little bit vicious. "Hurt me a little, Mulder. Please. bite me, scratch me. do something...let me know you're here." I feel his hand on the back of my neck slide up to grasp me by my hair. He yanks me back hard and bites my throat till I am sure he has drawn blood. Finally, I let out a tortured sob and concentrate for a second and shout out 'FUCK', but in German. Let him think about that for a minute. I can feel his other hand glide down over the top of my ass and reach between my legs. I feel a hard pull on my balls and shout 'fuck' again. Thank the gods, this time it came out in English. I am gonna come, one more pleasure/pain feeling pulsing through my body and I will be gone. I try to rub my cock on the headboard, but he is pulling my body back by my hair

Jesus! Mouthy little thing, isn't he! He certainly has something to learn about being the bottom. That's okay...what's a Senior Agent for if not to teach? I groan at the thought of a ballgag stretching those pretty pink lips. Maybe next time. First, a little something to make him remember who calls the shots. I thread my fingers through that dark hair, enjoying it much more now that the hair has been shaken and pulled loose from the gel. Just as he's enjoying the sensation, shivering a little, I yank, pulling his head back hard. I fasten my mouth to the side of his throat again, and this time I am that vampire...I suck so hard I taste blood. Ahhh you liked that huh, partner? German, is it this time? What will you scream when I ram my cock into you, I wonder?

I'm far too curious to wait to find out. Still holding his head pulled back against my shoulder, I bring my other hand around his hip and slide it down between those trembling ass cheeks. I remember something about him begging me to pull on his balls. Wants to feel me. Is afraid I won't give him enough, I guess. I grab his hot sac and tug hard, thoroughly enjoying the way Alex can say 'fuck' in three different languages. I reward him with a long, hot lick up the side of his marked throat. He shivers the entire length of his body, sliding his ass firmly against my crotch. I push my pants down to mid-thigh and slide my erection up between those twitching cheeks, his nervous sweat providing a nice slide. I grunt and thrust against him, and he spreads his legs further apart. He's begging for it with his body, making little grunting sounds of frustration, each one sending a pulse of need through my cock.

I take my hand away from his balls and pick the lube up off the bed. I give his head a shake and put my lips up next to his ear, holding the bottle up. "Open it. Spread it on as thick as you need it."

What?? Open the lube? Fuck the lube! IN! ME! NOW! I try to shake my head, but his grip is too tight. He leans his hips away from my body and I miss the heat of his cock on my ass. He gives my head another little shake and whispers, "Lube, Alex. You want to do this tonight, you need lube. I don't want to ruin you, and I'm not gonna want to wait while you heal." Fuck people and their ability to maintain higher brain functions while being driven out of their minds with lust. Thank god I'm not one of them. But I grab the bottle anyway and rip the top off. Cellophane and cap go fluttering to the floor. I dump a bit onto my hand and slap it onto my little pink asshole. If I could string together two coherent thoughts, I might have tried to make a little show of this for Mulder, but all I can think of is his cock, my ass.HIS COCK- MY ASS. I reach behind me and grope for his cock. I find it and give him a hard, long stroke to spread the lube, and then put my hands back on the wall above the headboard, cheek resting against the cool plaster. I got it going in Italian this time. Just." Hurry," and "Come on, do it."

God, watching that gorgeous little fucktoy lube himself up just about made me lose it. Jesus...I think if I don't fuck him soon his brain's going to explode. I'm panting myself, but I can't help the grin at how deliciously needy he is. I grab myself with one hand and let go of his hair, my hand sliding down the front of his body. He's sobbing now, doing some sort of Italian thing. He knows it's coming. I put the tip of my cock against that slippery, hungry little opening and shudder, closing my eyes, willing myself not to come when he shoves his ass back at me. Dammit! I bring my hand just a little bit closer to his cock, still not touching it, and just when I think he's going to start to cry, I shove in *hard*, all the way to the hilt, and at the same time I grab his cock and jerk viciously.

"Ahhhhahahaha...!" I scream out to the ceiling, and I don't even know what fucking language it is, but I shout it to the rafters that I am coming and the whole world needs to take notice. He is pulling on my cock and milking the very last drop of come from my tortured body. He shoves me hard into the wall, and I grunt 'cos I just barely got my breath back as it is all forced out of my lungs. He's holding so still inside me. I can feel every vein, every little ridge of his flesh inside my flesh. I feel his heart beat echo through my body, starting in my ass and spreading outward. I know I am clamping down on him with a death grip, but I feel so good right now that I can't do anything else, and I don't want to lose this feeling.

I'm frozen inside him, shaking with my need to move and my need to *not* move. He starts to push away from the wall and I growl, squeezing his spent cock and getting a surprised cry of pain for my reward. He goes stockstill, tense all over, waiting for me. I let go of his cock and grab his hip instead, the fingers of my other hand digging into his pelvis, my thumb pressing deep into the firm, pliant flesh of his ass. I shift just a little, getting the perfect grip, and he moans in anticipation. Taking a deep breath of cum-scented air, I slowly withdraw, blocking out the sound of his gasp as my flesh drags against his. He's panting now, and whimpering, having nearly recovered his breath, and I smile slightly even as my eyes roll back in my head and I *slam* myself forward with a hard grunt, driving the air out of his lungs, the wet sound of sweaty flesh making a slap against the wall.

He's biting my shoulder and the pain is exquisite. I feel like I am still riding the wave of my orgasm. He is pounding me into the wall, my nipples rubbing against the rough plaster of the wall, my cock smearing my come around on the headboard. I lever myself back into his body only to be pushed back into the wall. I press my cheek to the plaster and bring one of my hands down to the back of his head, pulling his head forward so he is not biting my shoulder but sucking on my throat. My other hand goes down and behind me to pull on his ass. He slams me into the wall hard, and I can't help the pained groan as my hardening cock slams into the wood of the headboard. He starts to pound me harder. I think he likes me desperate.

My head's pulled forward and I suck the bruised flesh of that delicious throat back into my mouth, riding closer and closer to the edge, growling into his skin now. He reaches around before I can stop him and pulls me in harder, deeper, and a jolt of heat drives me forward, slamming him into the wall, and I almost feel sorry for half a second...until he groans. Then all I can do is ram myself in, hard and fast, riding the crest of that helpless whine coming out of his throat until I reach the peak and shove in hard and deep, shuddering and yelling into Krycek's neck as several months of pent-up want and *need* shoot deep into his body, draining mine.

He's screaming into my neck. The words make no sense but the tone. the tone is anger, hatred, longing and even a little bit of love. And draped over every syllable is a dark layer of lust. I can feel his cock jerking inside me, and my own cock jerks with empathic knowledge. I am pinned to the wall, cock hard and pushed to the headboard, face smashed to the not- so-cool-anymore plaster. He is laying on me, full body contact, and it is almost too much. I struggle with myself for a second and then relax under his body. I groan from the weight of him pushing my face to the wall, and he peels himself off of me, out of me, and I want to just fall down and pass out. I push myself off the wall with rubbery arms and find myself swaying into his arms coming around me. Hmmm, this is nice.

I lean in toward his ear, smiling at the vivid purple and red marks dotted with broken capillaries, intending to let him know that this was, indeed, worth a couple of destroyed garments. And it hits me.

"Nineteen-seventy-four!"

"FUCK!" He tries to squirm out of my grasp and I hold him tighter, sorry for yelling in his ear. I sigh, feeling the relief of finally capturing the elusive solution to the case blending euphorically with my post-coital daze. I lean in and nuzzle his ear.

"Nineteen- seventy-four, Alex. The McClarsky case. Didn't you do your homework?" I place soft kisses on the angry marks I've put on his skin and he twitches a little with each one, saying nothing, his arms coming up to rest over mine.

"You're the one who said it, partner," I whisper, tongueing his earlobe. He melts against me, so pliant and warm and smelling so good.

"Textbook case. I kept hearing your low, sexy voice saying those words, over and over in my mind, but I didn't know why. Usually you're saying something else when I hear you in my head." I stick my tongue in his ear and he gasps, and I see his lashes flutter against his cheeks. So sweet. So clueless.

"Sheriff Daniels," I murmur into his ear. He squirms but doesn't try to get away. "He fixed the whole thing. It looks like a textbook case because it *is* a textbook case." I lick a path up the side of his cheek, tasting sweat and sweet, young skin.

"He copied the McClarsky case of 1974. The one where the guy staged the kidnapping so he could be with his lover." I lower my voice on the word, 'lover' and push his face from the side so that his lips slide into mine. I push my tongue into his unresisting mouth and kiss him until he's breathless and groaning and I can feel myself getting hard again where I'm pressed up against him. I finally let him breathe, stroking my hand through his hair and letting his face go.

His brows furrow, wrinkling the bridge of that cute little nose. "Exactly *when* did you figure this out?" he asks, sounding a little irritated underneath the breathlessness. "I mean, wasn't I enough to hold your attention, Mulder?"

I laugh, giving him a squeeze and thrusting against his ass. "It was precisely your ability to.." I slide my hand down and stroke my fist from the base to the tip of a sticky, growing erection. "...*hold* my attention that let my conscious mind quit trying to think everything through, so that my unconscious mind could let the answer emerge on its own."

I lean away from him and scoot back on the bed, pulling him around to face me. He does so, and the awed look on his face just makes me want to fuck him through the mattress. I move in again, sliding one hand up the back of his head, twining it gently in his hair as my other wraps around his waist, pulling us together again. "So thank you, partner," I say softly, leaning to place a soft kiss on lips that immediately part under mine without provocation. I suck his lower lip and pull back, letting it go with a faint smack. "I couldn't have done it without you."

The End