The Tool Shed was jumping tonight, she noticed, but
that was no surprise, after
all, it was the lead up to the Leather Ball. All the
leather daddies were busy
trolling the bar or showing off their boy toys.
Scully pasted a smile on her coral painted mouth and
started to wait tables,
ignoring the appreciative looks she was getting from
some of the men and quite a
few of the women as well.
Suddenly she looked up and saw Mulder sitting at a
table on his own near the
front door. He had picked the table that gave him the
best view of the room. She
caught his eye and with the barest of nods, he
acknowledged her presence.
Turning away, she continued to take orders for drink,
her eyes continually
scanning the crowded room. Suddenly a movement caught
the corner of her eyes. A
tall striking looking man dressed in a black sweater
and matching jeans had just
entered the bar. It was AD Skinner.
Walking across the room, he settled himself at the
bar, completely unaware of
the stir that he had created. Quite a few twinkies
giggled and preened, hoping
to catch the attention of the imposingly handsome
Assistant Director.
Scully quickly suppressed a grin. Walter Skinner had
absolutely no idea that he
had suddenly become the focal point of the room. The
leather daddies, not a
little jealous shot glares towards the tall well built
man while their boy toys
stared in undisguised admiration, not to mention
undisguised lust.
AD Skinner, there are going to be quite a few
fantasies with you in the starring
role tonight, Scully thought, biting back a chuckle.
She could understand why
though. The sheer physical presence, not to mention
his toppish demeanor made
him a natural dom. Of course the ultra straight AD was
completely unaware of
this.
Skinner ordered a beer from the leather clad barman,
then sat back on his stool,
observing the patrons in the bar. As far as he could
tell, they all seemed to be
the usual crowd, which meant a good mix of straights,
gays and everything
in-between. Having had very little experience with the
bondage scene, Skinner
had been surprised at first to see what a diverse
crowd it attracted.
Picking up his glass, Skinner mused on the case they
were investigating.
There had been several disappearances in the last two
months. Young men, all of
them gay and the Tool Shed seemed to be the one place
where they had all last
been seen.
Now it was up to Skinner, Mulder and Scully to try and
find out what had become
of them and catch the bastard responsible. Many of
these young men had families
that were frantic with worry. Others seemed to be
street kids that had no one to
miss them, but it didn't matter. What mattered was
finding them, hopefully still
alive.
"Hey sweety."
Scully turned around, an attractive brunette was
sitting at a table, her eyes
watching Scully's every move.
"Would you like to order something?" Scully asked,
putting on her best polite
waitress manner.
"Yeah I would." The woman's eyes raked over the
revealing french maid's costume
that Scully was wearing. "I'd like to order an
orgasm." There was no mistaking
the seductive purr in her voice. "Then I'll think I'll
have a drink."
Taking a deep breath, Scully forced a smile and
replied in her brightest voice.
"Right away." Rolling her eyes, she headed back to the
bar to fill her orders.
God, couldn't these creeps come up with anything
original?
Leaning over the counter, Scully ordered the drinks to
a the barman, who hurried
away to fill them. Sitting next to her, AD Skinner
sipped his beer.
"Anything at all to report?" He asked, sotto voice.
"No." She whispered back. "Nothing." Quickly gathering
the various cocktails
that seemed to be a favourite with this crowd, she
hurried away.
Skinner sighed, it had been over a week now since the
three of them had gone
undercover and so far they had nothing to show for it.
He knew that time was
running out for these boys, providing of course that
they were still alive.
He glanced at his watch, it was a little after nine,
it was still early yet. He
finished his beer, then ordered another, that would be
his last for the night.
Even though he was drinking Miller Lite, he was on
duty and could not afford to
get drunk. He had noticed with approval that Mulder
was drinking club soda.
Still something had to turn up soon, Skinner thought.
The barman placed his
second glass of beer in front of him and left to serve
someone else. Skinner
picked it up, Turning on his stool slightly so as to
have a better view of the
room. And that was when he saw him.
Alex Krycek sauntered into the bar as though he owned
the place. With both hands
shoved into the pockets of his black leather jacket he
walked over to the far
end of the bar.
Skinner turned and gave Mulder a look. It was clear by
the expression on the
younger man's face that he had seen Krycek as well.
Without a word, Mulder walked over to where Skinner
was seated.
"Krycek's here." He said, speaking under his breath.
"I know Mulder, I just saw him walk in."
"What's he doing here?" Mulder hissed. "He's not into
this kind of shit, is he?"
Skinner said nothing, instead he craned his head,
trying to spot Krycek. The
assassin had now taken a stool at the bar, he was deep
in conversation with a
young blonde haired man sitting beside him.
"As far as I know, he's not." Skinner replied
eventually, "but then again, this
is Alex Krycek we are talking about. Christ knows what
that rat bastard's into."
Mulder frowned, troubled, "it's possible that he might
have something to do with
this case sir."
Skinner nodded, his face thoughtful, then he replied.
"In that case, we are
going to have to take him in." Mulder stared at him in
surprise.
"But sir, we can't just arrest him, on what charge?"
"As a suspect in these disappearances, that's what
charge." Skinner told him.
"There's a good chance that you may be right Mulder.
After all, it's a hell of a
coincidence that these young men have vanished without
trace from the very same
bar that Alex Krycek happens to drink at. Look at the
way he's talking to
everyone, it's clear that he's known here."
Mulder nodded. "You think that the Consortium's behind
this." It was not a
question.
"Yes, I think they could be. They might be taking
these men to use in their
experiments. Hell it's not like they haven't done it
before."
"We can't arrest him though sir." Mulder replied.
Skinner stared at him. "Why the hell not? We can't
just let him go. Not if he is
tied in with this case."
Mulder shook his head. "Don't you see, if we arrest
him Spender will know that
we are on to him and what he and his Consortium
cronies are up to. We can't risk
them going to ground. No, if we question Krycek, then
we are going to have to do
it without anyone knowing."
"Mulder, what you are suggesting is kidnapping."
Skinner replied. "As your
superior, I can't condone that."
"No one will know sir." Mulder replied. "We can't take
the risk of Krycek being
bailed out and going to ground, or worse still, being
killed to keep him quiet."
Skinner thought for a moment, mulling over everything
that his agent had said.
The trouble was, he was right. There had to be a way
to be able to take Krycek
in for questioning without his boss finding out. But
how?
"I can wait for him to leave the bar, then I'll grab
him. I can take him back to
my apartment and keep him there while you stay here
and update Scully on the
situation." Mulder told his boss. Skinner nodded.
"Okay Mulder, that's the way
we'll do it. Any information you get from him, you
tell me asap and meanwhile
I'll keep you apprised of the situation here."
"Fine." Mulder risked another quick glance at Krycek
who still seemed blissfully
unaware of their presence. He was still deep in
conversation with the blonde
twinkie.
"I'll call and let you know after I've grabbed him."
Mulder said. Skinner
nodded. The older man was still not entirely
comfortable with aiding and
abetting what was going to be tantamount to
kidnapping, but his agent was right,
there was no other way.
And if it meant finding these young men, then the end
will have justified the
means.
Mulder didn't have that long to wait, he watched as a
couple of leather ladies
left the bar, giggling as they walked down the street.
A few minutes later, a
familiar figure followed them, but turned left instead
of right and straight
into the arms of the waiting FBI agent.
"What the fuck...Mulder?" The look of shock on
Krycek's face was quickly
replaced by anger.
"What are you doing? Following me?"
"Nope, just a lucky coincidence ratboy." Mulder shoved
his Glock into the
younger man's ribs.
"Get your ass moving Krycek or I'll put a bullet
through it."
Krycek froze. "What the fuck do you think you're doing
Mulder, you can't just
shove a gun in my face like this."
"Can't I?" Mulder suddenly reached out and landed a
punch on the assassin's
face. Staggering back a step, Krycek lifted his hand,
gingerly feeling the knot
that was rising up on the point of his jaw.
"Fucking goddamned son of a bitch!"
Mulder gave the other man a grim smile. "I'm taking
you into custody Krycek."
With that, he slapped a pair of handcuffs on him, and
grabbing him roughly by
the shoulder, spun him around and pushed him in the
direction of the car.
Scully's usually clear blue eyes were dark with worry
as Skinner filled her in
on what had happened. She had left the main bar
earlier and had gone into the
'fun and games' room where various demonstrations on
the finer points of BDSM
were being performed to continue her surveillance.
Because of this, Scully had
missed Krycek's presence altogether.
"Do you think that Alex Krycek could be involved sir?"
She asked.
Skinner sighed, shaking his head. "To be honest Agent
Scully, I'm not sure but
something tells me that Spender and his Consortium
cronies are all over this.
And seeing Krycek just convinces me even further of
this."
"But kidnapping young men..." Scully clearly wasn't
convinced.
"It's not like they haven't done this kind of thing
before Scully." Skinner
reminded her.
"But the men who have gone missing, they are all
homosexual." Scully replied.
"Why take only gays? I'm sorry AD Skinner but it just
doesn't make sense."
"There'll be a reason why they have Agent Scully."
Skinner told her grimly. "We
just have to discover what it is."
"Very well sir." Scully replied doubtfully, she could
not help but think that
her direct superior and her partner were both barking
up the wrong tree.
"In the meantime, we will continue to monitor the
situation here at the bar."
Skinner continued. "Until either Mulder can get some
information out of Krycek,
or we get lucky and manage to uncover something here."
Scully nodded. Then tucking her ubiquitous tray under
her arm, returned to the
bustle of the main bar once more.
With stomach knotted with a mixture of fear and
helpless fury, Alex Krycek
allowed himself to be pushed through the door of
Mulder's apartment.
Slamming the door behind him, Mulder pointed towards
the couch, indicating that
Krycek should take a seat. With very bad grace, the
younger man sat himself
down, the handcuffs biting into his wrists now. He had
complained in the car on
the way here that Mulder had put them on too tight,
but as usual, he had been
ignored.
Fucking bastard, Krycek fumed. If I get these cuffs
off I'll rip your head clean
off and shit down your neck. I'll fucking kill you in
more ways then you could
ever imagine.
Murderous thoughts swirled around his head as he
watched Mulder carefully lock
his front door, then hang his coat up on the peg near
the door.
After doing all that, the FBI agent walked over to the
couch where Krycek was
seated, leaning against the arm of the chair. His air
of nonchalance was enough
to nearly drive Krycek out of his mind.
"What have you brought me here for Mulder?" He asked,
striving to keep his voice
calm and steady. The last thing he wanted was for
Mulder to see the turmoil he
was in.
Mulder gave him a tight smile. "I think you know
Alex." He replied.
The younger man shook his head. "No, actually, I
don't."
"The bar Alex, what the hell did you think I was doing
at the Tool Shed?"
Krycek shrugged, his cuffed wrists making the movement
awkward. "I dunno,
looking for some rough trade maybe?"
The smug grin on Krycek's face was enough to send
Mulder's blood pressure up a
few notches.
"There have been a series of disappearances." He began
coldly. "Several young
men have gone missing. The last place that anyone has
seen them has been that
bar we were both in tonight. You wouldn't happen to
know anything about that now
would you Alex?"
Krycek's forehead creased in a frown. Shaking his
head, he replied. "No, I don't
know anything about anyone disappearing. Why would I?"
"Oh come on, don't give me any of your bullshit."
Mulder snapped. "Five men, all
missing and all last seen at the Tool Shed, the one
place you were tonight."
"Yeah, so what if I was?"
"It's an S&M bar Alex." Mulder told him. "Since when
have you been into that
scene huh?"
The colour slammed into Krycek's face, then slowly
drained away, leaving two
hectic spots of colour on his cheeks. "What I'm into
and what I'm not isn't any
of your concern." He replied, his voice cold and hard.
Taking a deep breath, he continued. "You have no right
to arrest me, I haven't
done anything."
"Technically you're not under arrest." Mulder replied.
"I didn't read you your
rights. Look around you, this isn't a police station."
Krycek's eyes narrowed. "I don't know what the fuck
your game is Mulder but you
had better take these cuffs off me right now..."
Mulder shook his head. "No, I don't think that's going
to happen." He replied
with an easy calm that Krycek was beginning to find
infuriating.
"What do you want Mulder?"
"Information."
"About what?"
"The whereabouts of those young men."
Krycek drew a deep breath, closing his eyes for a
moment. "I told you, I don't
know anything about these disappearances. What ever
has happened to these young
men has nothing to do with me."
Mulder could hear the frustration the younger man's
voice and smiled inwardly.
Okay, you little rat bastard it that's the way you
want to play it.
"Then tell me, what were you doing at The Tool Shed
tonight?" Mulder asked.
Krycek sighed. "I told you, I went in there to have a
drink."
"You drink at an S&M bar?" Krycek could hear the
disbelief in Mulder's voice.
"Yes, I do." He replied through gritted teeth.
"So what is it you're telling me Alex?" Mulder asked.
"That you are some kind of
leather boy?"
"No, I'm not." Krycek grated out. He could feel the
fury rising up like bile
inside him. It was lucky for Mulder that his hands
were cuffed together,
otherwise he would have had the FBI agent down on the
floor strangling him by
now.
"I don't know Alex, that jacket you're always wearing
might be a dead giveaway."
Mulder sneered. "After all, isn't that what the
leather daddies prefer to wear?
Or maybe are you one of the little fuck boys instead?"
That was the final straw. With a roar of pure rage,
Krycek was on his feet and
launching himself at Mulder. Before the other man
could react, Krycek's shoulder
caught him in the chest, both men falling heavily to
the floor. Krycek heard a
satisfying 'oomph' as Mulder hit the faded carpet,
winded as the full weight of
the enraged assassin landed on top of him.
With the sure knowledge of his advantage, Krycek
brought his head down, his
forehead connecting solidly with Mulder's chin. He
heard the grunt of pain and
lifted his head once, trying to get another blow in.
Suddenly a fist caught him
on the side of his face, knocking him backwards.
Krycek landed on his back, his vision wavering. Mulder
staggered to his feet and
reaching down, grabbed the other man by the front of
his jacket and hauled him
up.
The next thing Krycek knew, he was being shaken hard
enough to make his teeth
rattle.
"Fuck it Mulder...stop." He managed to gasp out,
fighting against the waves of
dizziness that were threatening to engulf him.
Without warning, Krycek felt himself get thrown down
onto the couch once more.
"Don't fucking move from there." Mulder's growl sent a
strange thrill down the
younger man's spine. Krycek sat back against the couch
watching Mulder's every
move. He knew that despite the fact he was a match for
the other man in both
height and weight, he knew that when it came down to
sheer physical strength,
there was no simply contest. And of course the
handcuffs didn't exactly help.
No, he was going to have to find another way to get
out of this.
Mulder gingerly touched the knot on his chin, cursing
under his breath as he did
so. The sneaky little rat bastard had managed to get
one good shot in. Well
that's what he got for relaxing his guard. Let this be
a lesson to you Mulder,
he thought sourly. Don't ever turn your back on the
little shit.
"Are you alright?"
The question caught Mulder by surprise. He looked over
at Krycek who was now
sitting watching him carefully.
"Yeah, I'm fine. How about you?" He answered.
Krycek shrugged, the movement stiff and awkward. "I'm
okay. Uh sorry about that
Mulder, I guess it was a lucky shot huh?" He attempted
a grin.
Mulder frowned. "You could say that." He replied,
suspicious now. Why the hell
was Alex Krycek apologizing all of a sudden? With a
sigh he walked into the
small kitchen. Opening the fridge, he grabbed a couple
of beers and carried them
back out to the living room.
After opening both bottles, he handed one to Krycek,
who took it clumsily.
"Thanks Mulder." Krycek took a mouthful of the cold
liquid, feeling it slide
down his throat. Jesus but that felt good.
Mulder sat down in the armchair opposite Krycek, his
eyes fixed steadily on the
other man. Krycek lifted his chin slightly, returning
Mulder's gaze.
"So are you going to tell me why you were at the bar
tonight?" Mulder asked him
softly.
Krycek sighed and shook his head. Here we are, he
thought dourly. Right back to
square one again. Aloud, he replied.
"I told you Mulder, I don't know anything about these
disappearances, I only
went in there for a drink."
Mulder frowned, there was something in Krycek's voice,
something that didn't
quite ring true. And he was determined to get to the
bottom of it, no matter
what it took.
Skinner sighed and glanced at his watch. It was after
twelve
now and if anything the bar was even busier then
before. He noticed a few of
what he privately dubbed 'hard core' leather boys had
walked in and had taken
one of the tables nearest the bar.
Skinner suddenly noticed the barman staring over at
them, then as soon as he had
seen Skinner watching him, he quickly looked away.
It was the expression on the barman's face that sent
Skinner's internal alarm
off. Years of working for the FBI had honed his
instincts and they were all
telling him now that something was off. In fact, make
that very off.
One of the leather boy's, a tall mean looking kid with
a purple mohawk and
several piercings in his heavy, dull looking face
walked over to the bar. The
headshake that the barman gave him was quick but
unmistakable. Now Skinner was
certain that something was up.
The kid with the mohawk said nothing, he turned and
gave his buddies a look,
then turned back to the bar once more.
"What'll you have." The barman asked, his voice bored.
Too bored, Skinner
thought with a smile. Now he knew something was up,
these guys were amateurs.
The kid gave his order, then returned to the table,
slouching on the chair, his
pale blue eyes studying Skinner all the while.
Skinner knew when he was being sized up. He saw Scully
out of the corner of his
eye. She was heading towards where he was sitting.
From the look on her face, he
knew for sure that something was up.
Raising her hand slightly, she passed him and after a
few minutes, he got up and
made his way towards the men's room. He had recognized
the signal, she needed to
talk to him and fast.
After making sure that no one had spotted him, he
changed direction and headed
towards the back room. Scully was already there
waiting for him. They only used
this designated meeting place when it was absolutely
necessary.
"What's up Scully?" Skinner asked, pitching his voice
low so as not to be
overheard. Not that it was likely though, the room was
completely empty.
"It's something I overheard in the men's room sir."
She whispered. Skinner's
eyebrows shot up at that.
"Men's room Agent Scully?"
She sighed. "Sir, I saw someone I thought I recognized
enter the men's room so
on the pretext of changing the toilet rolls, I
followed him in."
Skinner gave her a rare smile. "It's good to know what
lengths you'll go to in
order to solve a case." He replied jokingly. "So was
it who you thought it was?"
"Yes sir. The man that I saw enter the men's room was
none other than Harold
Chessen." Scully replied.
"Harold Chessen." Skinner mused. "I know that name."
"He's been a suspect in a child pornography ring but
neither the police or the
Bureau have been able to gather enough evidence to
actually bring charges
against him." Scully explained. "But he was also the
chief suspect in a series
of sexual attacks against several young men. All of
them were gay, and they all
frequented bars like this."
Skinner nodded. "Sounds like we might have our man."
He replied. He then quickly
filled her in on what he had observed out in the main
bar.
Scully frowned. "Do you think they could be involved
as well?"
"I'm not sure but something is definitely going on."
Skinner replied. "In the
meantime, we need to get back out there." Even though
there were two other
undercover cops in the room, Skinner knew from
experience that even a minute's
inattention could cost them a bust.
They both left the back room and made their way back
to the bar.
"For the last time Mulder, I don't know anything about
these men." Krycek said,
he was beginning to sound a little desperate now. "I
just happen to drink at the
Tool Shed, that's all."
Mulder stared at the Consortium agent. Why was he
starting to get the feeling
that Krycek was telling the truth? And it was an
uncomfortable feeling at that.
"So you just happen to drink at a well known S&M bar?"
Mulder replied.
"For the fiftieth time yes." Krycek almost yelled.
"Who was the kid that you were talking to back at the
bar?" Mulder asked.
"He's a kid I know." Krycek told him. "I just happened
to bump into him there,
Christ, is that a crime?"
"Probably since you're involved." Mulder joked. Krycek
shot him a withering
glare.
"Look Krycek, for once in your life, cut the bullshit
and just tell me the
truth. Why were you at the bar tonight?" Mulder stared
directly at him, hoping
against hope that for once Krycek might actually give
him a straight answer.
Mind racing, Krycek began to weigh his options. There
was no way he was going to
be able to escape, so now he had to decide on what
course was going to save his
ass.
"Okay Mulder." He said after a couple of minutes.
"I'll level with you."
Mulder settled back against the chair he was sitting
on. "Go ahead Alex. I'm
listening."
Drawing a deep breath, Krycek plunged straight in.
"You are right about one
thing. I am a regular at that bar, and a couple of
others like it as well."
Mulder raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
Clearly embarrassed, Krycek continued. "You see
Mulder, the truth is, I'm gay."
Mulder nodded, encouraging him to go on.
"I go to these bars and clubs, that's where I
meet...men, young men mostly. We
get together, have a couple of drinks maybe and then
we go somewhere." Krycek's
face had turned scarlet now. Mulder could see the hard
time he was having
confessing all this to him.
"That's why I was there tonight Mulder. That's why the
people there knew me and
that was why I was talking to that kid at the bar.
Because I am a fag."
"And you don't know anything about these men being
taken?" Mulder asked. Krycek
shook his head.
"No, I don't."
The answer was simply given and Mulder suddenly found
himself believing him.
He opened his mouth to reply, when his phone rang.
Reaching over to the small
cherrywood table, he picked it up.
"Mulder speaking."
He listened for a while, a frown creasing his
forehead, then he glanced over at
Krycek who was watching him intently.
"Yes sir. No he's still here. Yes, I understand.
Alright sir. Fine, thank you
for letting me know." Mulder hung the phone back up
again, his face thoughtful.
Krycek leaned forward on the couch.
"What, what is it?"
Mulder looked over at him. "That was AD Skinner on the
phone, it seems that you
have been telling the truth after all."
"What happened?" Krycek asked.
"They caught the man that was responsible for the
disappearances. It seems that
he was running a white slavery trade here within the
States." Mulder explained.
"Scully recognized him from a couple of earlier cases
she recalled. Right now
they have him, a barman and the gang that were
assisting him in custody."
"See, I told you I had nothing to do with it." Krycek
snapped. "Now you have to
let me go." With that, he held out his hands. "Take
these fucking things off
right now."
"No, I'm not going to do that Alex."
"What?" The younger man yelped..
"We still have a few scores to settle." Mulder
replied, "and there is no way I
could possibly pass up such a great opportunity." He
watched with satisfaction
as the colour drained from Krycek's face.
"I'm sorry Alex but I'm going to let you walk out that
door." Mulder continued,
his voice calm and implacable now.
"You can't keep me here Mulder." Krycek snarled, green
eyes spitting fire now.
"You take these handcuffs off or else..."
"Or else what Alex?" Mulder asked, his voice a low
seductive purr. "After all,
you are hardly in any position to make threats now,
are you."
Realizing the helplessness of the situation, Krycek
felt a thread of real fear
twist inside his stomach. "So what are you going to do
to me Mulder?" He asked,
pasting a sneer of pure bravado on his face to try and
cover that fear. "Kill
me?"
Mulder chuckled and shook his head. "Nothing quite
that drastic Alex, I promise.
And as for what I'm going to do to you, well I'm sure
I'll think of something."
Before Krycek had time to comprehend what was
happening, Mulder was on his feet
and reaching down to haul the younger man up off the
couch.
"What the..." Krycek yelped. "Mulder, what the fuck
are you doing?"
His question was suddenly cut off by a pair of warm
lips pressing against his
own.
Confused, he pulled his head away to stare helplessly
into a pair of smoldering
hazel eyes.
"M...m..Mulder?"
The FBI agent chuckled as he held the younger man to
him, his long arms circling
Krycek's waist easily. "I have a confession to make as
well Alex."
Krycek looked at him warily. "What is it?"
"Well, haven't you always wondered why it was I never
sought companionship of
the female variety?" Mulder asked with a smile. Krycek
shook his head.
"I thought it was because you were so damned obsessed
with chasing UFO's and
trying to find your sister Samantha." He replied.
"Well that was part of it." Mulder answered, his smile
widening. "But the truth
was simply this. I never really had an interest in the
opposite sex."
Krycek stared at him, his mouth dropping open.
"You're... you're gay?"
"That's right."
"Oh." Krycek swallowed hard, the feeling that he was
in deep shit had suddenly
crept up on him.
"That's it? Mulder said. "Just oh? That's all you have
to say?"
"How about help?" Krycek replied. That drew a laugh
from Mulder.
"Sorry Alex but I think that your luck finally ran
out, and by the look of it,
mine's just started." Mulder dipped his head to kiss
Krycek again, pulling the
younger man closer. Stunned, Krycek allowed himself to
be kissed, tasting the
warm, slightly salty lips of the FBI man who had for
better or worse been such a
major part of his life for so long.
He could feel his cock awaken and stir as Mulder
pressed himself against him.
Before he knew what he was doing, he began to return
the kiss, leaning into
Mulder's embrace, his cuffed hands trapped between his
and other man's hard
muscular body.
Feeling the younger man's arousal pushing against the
fabric of his jeans,
Mulder's kiss became harder, more insistent. Krycek
moaned softly, his cock
straining against the confines of his suddenly too
tight pants. The sensation of
his mouth being claimed so thoroughly only made
matters worse. If he didn't get
these jeans off soon, he would end up cumming in them.
Sensing Krycek's urgent need, Mulder reached down to
squeeze the hard cock
through the thin denim fabric. Krycek gasped, arching
back a little, his eyes
smoky with something akin to lust now.
"Jesus Christ, warn me if you are going to do
something like that." He managed
to stammer out. Mulder's smile turned into a grin.
"Oh that's not all I'm going to do to you Alex." He
said, his voice roughened
with lust for this green eyed beauty standing only
inches away from him. The
smell of Krycek's own arousal was enough to nearly
send him over. His own penis
was standing up at full attention, or would have been
if not for the clothes he
was wearing. But that was all about to change and
soon.
Without a word of warning, Mulder grabbed Krycek by
the shoulders and spun him
around in the direction of the bedroom.
Seeing the open door and the bedroom beyond caused
Krycek to balk for a moment
but a firm swat on his jeans covered behind soon had
him moving forward.
Stumbling into the bedroom, Krycek managed to take a
quick look around the dimly
lit room before being taken in a strong grip and
slowly turned around. He found
himself facing Mulder once more.
"I have another confession I have to make Alex."
Mulder said throatily. Reaching
out, he slowly ran his fingers down the side of
Krycek's face. "You know,
everyone at the Bureau thought that Scully and I were
in some kind of a
relationship, but they were wrong. I love Scully,
she's been my friend and my
partner for a long time. She has stuck by me through
thick and thin and I
respect her, but it was never her that I wanted. It
was never her that I dreamed
about and it was never her that I imagined taking to
my bed."
Krycek said nothing, he stayed silent while Mulder
spoke.
"It was you Alex. It was only ever you that I wanted,
that I needed. And it's
you that I am going to take to my bed tonight." With
that, Mulder leaned forward
to place one more kiss on those soft, slightly parted
lips that he had dreamed
about so often. A dream that had finally come true.
Stunned at Mulder's words, Krycek lifted his face
towards his enemy, his captor,
the man that he was beginning to desire more than
anything he could think of.
Mulder's lips brushed his, the slight contact making
them tingle. Blood surged
towards his cock and suddenly he wanted no, he needed
Mulder to take him, fuck
him, claim him for his own. His entire body had begun
to tremble now.
"I'm going to take these cuffs off you Alex." Mulder
told him. "But I'm warning
you, if you try to escape, I'll put them straight back
on you again.
Understand?"
Krycek nodded. Escape? The way he was feeling right
now? Was Mulder completely
blind?
Taking the key out of his pocket, Mulder unlocked the
cuffs and tossed them onto
his dresser. Then seeing the lines of red they had
left on Krycek's wrists, he
gently took both the younger man's hands in his own
and lifting them to his
lips, he kissed them.
Krycek could not help but smile at that simple tender
gesture. "It doesn't hurt
Mulder." He said.
"You told me earlier that I'd put them on too tight."
Mulder replied. "I didn't
listen to you."
Krycek shrugged, it's not as though it mattered, hell,
he had survived much
worse.
Slowly, handling Krycek as though he was a Dresden
figurine, Mulder undressed
him. His clothes fell to the floor in a pile and
Krycek easily stepped out of
them. Standing naked in front of Mulder, his penis now
free and fully erect,
standing out from the nest of dark curls.
"Your turn Mulder." He whispered. Mulder grinned and
needing no second bidding
shed his own clothes, aware of Krycek's admiring
glance.
As Mulder stepped out of his shorts, Krycek laughed.
"Is this what you call
debriefing?"
"It just might be." Mulder replied, then suddenly he
swept Krycek up into his
arms, carrying the younger man over to the bed.
Krycek, amazed and totally
turned on by this alpha male display, allowed himself
to be gently placed on the
bed, his legs apart, cock bobbing with the movement of
the water mattress
beneath him.
Wasting no time, Mulder's dark head dipped down
between Krycek's parted thighs,
taking the impressive shaft into his mouth. Krycek
moaned, closing his eyes and
giving himself over to the pure sensations that
flooded him.
Mulder ran his tongue up and down Krycek's cock,
teasing the glands and slit at
the top. Then going slower, he swiped his tongue
across the heavy ball sac.
Satisfied at the startled yelp that came from above
him, Mulder worked his way
back up the cock once more, using tongue and lips to
drive Krycek into a frenzy.
"Oh Mulder." He whimpered helplessly. "Oh shit, ahhh
fuck...oohhh..."
Another swipe of his tongue across the hot flesh of
Krycek's balls was nearly
enough to send the younger man over the edge. Mulder
could taste the pre cum
that was leaking from the tiny slit and knew that
Krycek was ready for the next
step.
Carefully he turned the younger man over onto his
stomach and placed a couple of
pillows underneath him in order to lift his ass up
into position. Krycek moaned,
his hands clenching at the quilt, bunching it between
his fingers.
Mulder turned and opened the drawer of the night
stand, taking out a tube of
lube and a condom. Squirting the lube onto his
fingers, he gently parted
Krycek's cheeks and applied the cool gel to the tiny
puckered opening.
He heard a gasp and smiled as Krycek wiggled a little.
"Was that too cold baby?"
He asked, mock sympathy in his husky voice.
"Yeah.' Krycek replied. "A little."
"Well allow me to warm you up then." With that, Mulder
playfully brought the
palm of his hand down onto the curve of Krycek's
smooth bottom.
"Ouch." Krycek craned his head around to pout at
Mulder. "That hurt."
"And so will this." Mulder smacked the other cheek,
taking note of how nicely
the skin pinked up. "What a pretty colour your ass is
becoming." He remarked
cheerfully. "I think this is a bottom that should be
spanked more often, don't
you?"
"No I don't." Krycek replied. "I hate being spanked
Mulder."
"If that's the case, what are you doing hanging around
S&M bars?" Mulder asked.
Krycek opened his mouth to answer, then stopped. That
was a damn good question,
now if only he had an answer.
Mulder chuckled. He knew the reason behind the sudden
silence, but that was
going to be something that could wait to be explored
another time.
Now it was time to get down to business.
Krycek felt his still tingling ass cheeks parted as
Mulder's fingers tenderly
explored his opening, he moaned softly as the
sensitive skin was teased and
touched. Completely aroused now, Krycek shuddered and
arched his ass up,
allowing Mulder full access to his most private of
openings. Although he was no
sweet young virgin, Krycek's sexual encounters usually
consisted of a quick fuck
in an alleyway or a cheap motel room somewhere. His
life as a Consortium
assassin did not allow for any real intimacies. Well,
none like this anyway.
Mulder smiled, marveling at how responsive the younger
man was. A real little
sex slut, he thought. But then he had always suspected
that Krycek was. Nice to
have his suspicions confirmed in such a fun way
though.
"Please Mulder." He was pleading now. "Please.."
Mulder needed no second bidding. Rolling the condom
over his own throbbing
erection, he slid his cock into Krycek's anus, easily
breaching the ring of
muscle.
Gasping as Krycek's opening closed itself around his
cock, Mulder began to move
himself into the hot depths, angling his thrusts so as
to find the sweet spot
inside.
Judging from the frantic sounds coming from the other
end of the bed, it was
working. Mulder gripped the slender hips, pushing
forward even harder while
Krycek cried out, arching his back as Mulder's cock
worked it's own magic
against his prostate.
Suddenly Mulder reached around, taking Krycek's shaft
in his hand and pumping it
with short hard pulls, guaranteed to milk it
completely.
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ!" Krycek screamed, head
thrown back, the tendons in his
neck standing out in stark relief. Sweat run in
rivulets off his body, mingling
with Mulder's own and soon his climax overtook him in
a crashing wave.
Mulder felt the anus tighten down on his cock and soon
he was spasming deep
inside. Finally spent, he collapsed on Krycek's back,
giddy with release.
After a couple of minutes spent getting his breath
back, Mulder rolled off him,
Krycek lifted his sweat streaked face to Mulder's.
"That was..." He began.
"Unbelievable?" Mulder replied.
"Well I was going to settle for fantastic, but
unbelievable will do." Krycek
deadpanned.
Mulder laughed and aimed another swat at still pink
bottom. Krycek yelped and
wiggled out of the way.
"I think we'd better get cleaned up." With that,
Mulder headed into his
bathroom, returning with a warm soapy washcloth. After
wiping it over first
Krycek then himself, he climbed back into bed beside
the younger man. Pulling
the quilt over the both of them, Mulder gathered
Krycek into his arms.
With a sleepy murmur, Krycek nestled his head against
Mulder's chest, his eyes
already closed. Mulder listened as Krycek's breathing
evened out as he drifted
into sleep.
I wonder if he'll still be here when I wake up? The
thought flitted across
Mulder's tired mind. I hope he is, but if he's not, at
least I'll have had this
night with him.
Mulder allowed his eyes to close, his breathing
keeping time with the beautiful
young man beside lying beside him. In the living room
the phone rang but he was
too deeply asleep to hear it.
"That's strange." Skinner said as he hung up the
phone." He looked up at Scully,
concern on his face. "There's no answer."
Scully frowned. "Do you want me to go over to Mulder's
apartment, check that
he's alright sir?"
"I think we should both go. The case has been pretty
much wrapped up now that
Harold Chessen's confessed." Skinner replied. It had
not taken long for them to
extract a confession from both the young gang member
and the terrified barman
from the Tool Shed. Once Chessen realized that he was
trapped, he had
immediately confessed and in the hopes of possibly
mitigating his sentence,
volunteered the whereabouts of the young men that he
had kidnapped. They were
being held in an abandoned warehouse, waiting to be
shipped overseas.
Anxious now, they both left the office, heading down
to the parking garage.
Scully pulled her coat tighter around her slender
frame.
"I hope nothing's happened." She said. Skinner could
see the lines of worry
marring her pretty features. "You know what a sneaky,
treacherous little bastard
Krycek is."
"I'm sure Agent Mulder will be fine." Skinner
reassured her. "He's an
experienced FBI agent and I'm sure that he would be
more than a match for Alex
Krycek."
Scully nodded, although Skinner could see that she
wasn't quite convinced. "I
hope so sir." She replied. "It's just having them both
in the same room together
for any length of time. You know anything could
happen."
"I know Agent Scully." Skinner replied with a sigh. "I
know."
THE END
To Catch a Rat
by Lady Midath
This is the worst assignment I have ever been sent on.
The thought passed
through Scully's mind for the third time that night.
With a sigh, she adjusted
the black net stockings that she was wearing, grabbed
her drinks tray and went
back to work. The stiletto heels she was wearing sank
into the generic carpet of
the rather down market S&M bar where she was working
undercover as a cocktail
waitress.
