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The jungle-like atmosphere wrapped around Mulder like a wet towel, making
breathing difficult and the loss of his winter coat an imperative. Stripping
off his gloves, Mulder stuffed them in his jacket pockets, then unzipped his
ski jacket, exhaling in relief as he immediately felt somewhat cooler.
Reaching up to rake a hand through his hair, he grimaced as bits of
half-melted snow chilled his fingers.
The weather in Washington had been unseasonably cold this winter, with
temperatures staying below freezing with enough regularity to prevent any of
the snow that had fallen over the past month from melting. Traffic, never a
positive note about the city to begin with, had degenerated into meaningless
snarls at each new snowfall, and ice-slick sidewalks proved treacherous for
pedestrians.
Given the meteorological chaos going on around him, Mulder had to wonder
just why he had agreed to risk the hazards of DC traffic by going out
tonight. The answer, of course, was simple: information. The anonymous
caller had offered just enough in the way of corroboration during the course
of his message to pique Mulder's interest, so here he was, wandering through
a mostly deserted arboretum after sundown in search of his unknown
informant.
If Scully had known about this, she would have boxed his ears, but then she
didn't know, so his appendages were safehopefully. In all reality, he
wondered just why he'd decided to come here and talk to the informant.
Lately even the promise of cold, hard facts regarding the proof of alien
life didn't seem to raise any interest in him.
It all stemmed from the missing time. Six months of his life that were gone,
vanished into a bright light in the woods of Oregon that was the last thing
that Mulder remembered until...
A lumpy mattress beneath him.
A mass-produced print on the peeling paint of a dirty beige wall.
A set of much-laundered sheets and a sun-faded bedspread covering him.
A face visible only for a moment before unconsciousness claimed him again.
Identification eluding him, darting in and out of the edges of his thoughts,
teasing him with recognition before fading away again.
Scully. Skinner. Hospital. Washington.
Two months of recovery time before they let him go back to work. Two months
of near madness-inducing boredom because Scully had conspired to keep all
information about anything remotely resembling an X-file away from him.
Damn woman had obviously learned way too much about being sneaky and
obstinate; from whom, Mulder had no idea.
With nothing else to do, Mulder had spent his time trying to piece together
what fragments of memories he did have of the time he had been missing. The
gaps in his memory were utterly frustrating. To be able to remember the most
inane bit of minutia regarding some aspects of a long ago case, but to be
unable to recall the least iota of information about his own life... It
fit in with what he knew of abductions, but that didn't make the fact any
easier to deal with.
The fact that he was being coddled by both his partner and his boss didn't
sit any better with Mulder then the missing time in his life did. Hell,
Scully's baby was due any day now, and he was still treated as if he was
more delicate then she was.
Sighing, Mulder headed deeper into the greenery, ears tuned for any foreign
sounds, shadowed eyes sweeping the area around him for a sign of his
supposed informant.
"Think fast, Mulder."
Reflex had Mulder turning, a hand raised to catch the object sailing toward
his face. The round, red object smacked into his palm, and it took him a
second to recognize it for what it was. An apple.
"Good catch. Guess the rumors of your death were exaggerated."
Mulder lifted his gaze from the fruit and stared at the person who had
thrown it. He was surprised by his response, or his lack of one. Always
before, the sight of Alex Krycek had filled Mulder with a killing rage. One
that he believed was well deserved considering all the things the traitorous
bastard had done.
This time, however, Mulder couldn't even dredge up enough energy to snarl at
the other man. "What?"
"Aren't you going to take a bite?"
Mulder could have sworn that a corner of Krycek's lips curled in a grin, but
it vanished before he could be certain. "Why? Is it laced with something? No
thanks. I've got enough problems right now without adding a drug trip on top
of them."
He tossed the apple back to the younger man, who caught it with his right
hand and dusted it off on his unnaturally still left one. Mulder found his
gaze drawn to the stiff angle of the leather clad appendage and, for the
first time, wondered how Krycek had managed to stay in his line of work,
crippled as he was.
As if aware of his thoughts, Krycek shrugged his shoulders and held the
apple up, inspecting it. "Sorry to disappoint you, Mulder, but it's just an
innocent piece of fruit, see?" To demonstrate, he took a bite, his teeth
crunching through the thin skin, sending rivulets of juice dripping to the
ground between his booted feet.
"Sure you don't want some?" His tone was a husky seduction and Mulder had
the fleeting thought that this was what the snake must have sounded like
when it tempted Eve. Given the setting, he supposed it was a fitting
analogy.
"What I want is to know why you contacted me. What? Being King Rat not good
enough any longer?"
"You know, for someone who needs my help, you seem awfully reluctant to
admit it." Krycek took another bite of the apple then licked his lips,
obviously enjoying Mulder's discomfiture. "I contacted you for exactly the
reason I said I did. You want information; I have it. Sometimes being King
Rat does have advantages."
"And what information is that?"
"Six months, Mulder. You ever wonder what happened?"
Against his will, Mulder took a step toward Krycek, his eyes narrowing in
suspicion. "How the hell would you know that?"
"Doesn't seem like you've done too well since you've been back, either.
Those clothes look they're about to fall off of you. Isn't Scully the angel
making you eat?"
"What do you care?" Krycek's mysterious smile caused Mulder to frown.
"Call me altruistic." Mulder's harsh bark of laughter drew another smile
from the double agent. "Glad I amuse you."
"That's hardly the word I'd use." Mulder watched as Krycek bit into the
apple again, revealing more of the white flesh. The sweet tang of the juice
reached his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply.
"Oh? What word would you use then?" As Krycek spoke, he moved closer,
stopping when Mulder was backed against the trunk of a tropical palm that
survived the climate only due to the hothouse's protection.
"Self-serving. Traitorous. Murdering." Even as he spoke the words, Mulder
could tell they lacked their usual vitriol. He was simply too tired to hate
Krycek as he should.
Krycek chuckled. "That's three words. Sure you don't want some? It's almost
gone."
He held up the apple again, and this time Mulder took it. The contrast of
the bright red skin and white pulp held his gaze for what seemed like
centuries. He felt Krycek looking at him and raised his eyes to meet that
cool gaze. A disorienting sense of dÈjý vu swept over him, and for a moment
Mulder was back in the seedy motel room.
"You..." His voice was a thready whisper, and his hazel eyes were wide
with shock and confusion. "You were there. At thewhy? How?"
"Knowledge is power, Fox. It's also something I possess a lot of right now.
Saint Scully was hampered by the FBI's rules when she searched for you. I
wasn't."
Krycek reached out and caught Mulder's wrist, making him jerk back
reflexively. "If you aren't going to eat it, I am." Lifting the agent's
suddenly lax limb, Krycek brought the apple to his mouth and took another
bite, his lower lip brushing against Mulder's finger as he did so.
The brief touch sent wild bolts of lightening shooting through Mulder's
body, and he stood, frozen, his eyes locked on the movements of Krycek's jaw
as he chewed, as hypnotized by that small act as he had been by the contrast
in the apple's skin and its flesh. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced
for months, even before his abduction, but to have it directed at this man...
"How much do you know?" Even to his own ears, Mulder's voice sounded hoarse.
"Not everything, but close. Very close."
"And what do you want for it?" Mulder watched the sweep of Krycek's
eyelashes as he blinked, and something in the other man's eyes changed. He'd
been told that they were green, but, having no knowledge of what that color
was exactly, he had no frame of reference to compare their normal state to
what they looked like now.
"Eat the apple, Mulder." Krycek released the older man's wrist, his
expression turning more remote and shuttered by the second.
"All right."
Instead of bringing the fruit to his mouth, Mulder let it drop to the
ground, bringing his other hand up to slide behind Krycek's neck, drawing
the younger man in so that Mulder could savor the taste of the juice that
remained on Krycek's lips.
The tart flavor ghosted over Mulder's tongue, only be replaced by another
taste, one that was sharper and totally addictingthe taste of Alex
Krycek. He felt the other man stiffen for a split second, then his good arm
wound around Mulder's waist, anchoring them together as their mouths fell
open in a sensual battle for domination of the kiss.
With an ever-increasing hunger, Mulder devoured his former partner's mouth
even as his hands dove beneath the heavy leather coat, bypassing the
unyielding plastic of the prosthetic arm to find the heat of his skin
beneath the thin t-shirt. Krycek gave a muted groan as Mulder's hand found
bare flesh, pushing the cloth out of the way with rude urgency to explore
the toned flesh beneath it.
The sound goaded Mulder on, and he shrugged out of his own coat, past the
point of caring that they were in a semi-public place. It was late and it
was storming out; only a fool would be out on such a night as this. He was a
fool. A fool to have been blind to this for all these years. What Krycek
wanted was painfully clear, and it was the same thing that he wanted, the
same thing he had denied wanting since first seeing the fresh-faced young
agent.
Muscles clenching in their arms as they pulled each other closer, the two
men dropped to their knees, the cedar shaving mulch cushioning their
descent. Mulder's hands tangled with Krycek's in the material of his shirt,
and they broke apart long enough to pull the heavy thermal weave over his
head.
Krycek whispered something in Russian that Mulder couldn't understand, then
placed his hand on Mulder's chest, fingers splayed out over the older man's
heart. Mulder held himself still for a handful of beats, then caught the
soft cotton of Krycek's shirt, yanking it up and over his chest, breaking
the contact between them.
The stiffness of the artificial arm caused Mulder a moment's trouble, but he
finally had the shirt where he wanted itoff Krycekand it was his turn
to breathe out a half-understood invocation at the sight.
"On or off?" Krycek's rasped out question confused Mulder for a second.
Krycek inclined his chin toward the leather straps anchoring the false arm
to his stump. "On or off, your choice."
In answer, Mulder reached for the buckles, carefully working the straps
free, catching the weight of the limb as it fell away from the other man's
body. After laying it on the ground, Mulder lifted his gaze to take in the
dark, ridged scarring that capped the end of Krycek's left arm.
"Krycek, when youI -"
"Can the pity, Mulder. I don't need it or want it. By now you know exactly
what it is I want."
Mulder nodded, placing his hands on the other man's shoulders and sliding
them down. His left palm felt warm flesh, but his right contacted tissues
roughened from years of friction with the prosthetic's cup. He tilted his
head to check Krycek's expression and saw only the stoic resolve of a man
facing execution reflected there.
Aware that this act had, if anything, only increased his desire, Mulder
dropped his hand to the hard bulge pushing at the crotch of Krycek's jeans.
"This for information?"
If anything, Krycek's eyes deadened more. "The information is yours whatever
you choose to do, and you know it. Don't fuck with me, Mulder."
A corner of the older man's lips curled upward in an approximation of a
smile, and his fingers tightened momentarily. "What about if I just fuck you
instead?"
"If you think you can."
The smirk that accompanied this statement had Mulder's vision glazing over,
and he found himself on the ground, on top of Krycek, their bodies plastered
together and grinding against each other with no knowledge of how they got
there.
Krycek's hand kneaded at his ass and yanked at his jeans, silently demanding
their removal. Not about to argue, Mulder reared back just long enough to
strip both of them the rest of the way. Returning to his place on top of
Krycek was somehow like returning home but much more welcome than any
homecoming he'd ever been subject to.
Flesh rubbed against flesh, the movement rough at first, then eased by
sweat. Twin erections bumped and teased each other, drawing grunts of need
as each pass grew more frenzied.
Krycek's fingers tightened in Mulder's hair, dragging him back, both gasping
for air. "Jacket pocket."
Needing no further explanation, Mulder leaned over and grabbed the now cool
black leather, scrabbling in the pockets until he found the tube of lube
that was his prize. Tossing the coat toward the rest of their clothes, he
pushed up on his knees between Krycek's legs, slicking his fingers, then
stretching the younger man as quickly as possible.
When Mulder finally drove inward with his erection, both men let out
identical gasped out moans. Their kisses took a savage turn, as did the
slamming together of their bodies, but Mulder didn't mind. What was between
the two of them wasn't neatly packaged or easily defined. It was raw and
edgy and primal, and who knew where it would end, but for the moment, he
would simply enjoy it.
Working a hand between them, Mulder wrapped his fingers around Krycek's
erection, feeling his whole body jolt as he thrust into the tight channel.
He was on the edge. If this went on much longer, Mulder thought he'd lose
what he had left of his mind.
As if reading his thoughts, Krycek grinned, his teeth flashing whitely
against his flushed face, and bucked upward, tightening his body around
Mulder's cock, starting a chain reaction that sent both of them careening
toward their climaxes with no chance of reprieve.
Physically and mentally exhausted, Mulder lay still, resting his head on
Krycek's shoulder, unable to think of anything, let alone the consequences
of this act. "Why?" he finally whispered, pushing up onto his forearms and
staring down at the man beneath him. Krycek had the look of a debauched
angel, or a saint, and Mulder wondered how it was that his looks could be so
deceiving.
Krycek sighed and stretched his arm over his head, the stump cutting an
aborted arc through the humid air at the same time. "If you don't know, I'm
not going to tell you."
Frowning, Mulder pushed back onto his knees, rubbing his forehead and
looking anywhere but at the other man.
Krycek sat up, grabbing his briefs and cleaning himself up, then shrugging
into his jeans. "But you want to know. I can tell." He picked up his
prosthetic, buckling it back into place with the ease of practice. "You want
to know, there's one thing you can do. Come with me."
Mulder stopped with his shirt pulled halfway over his head, staring at
Krycek incredulously. "Why would I do that?"
"Because, staying here isn't going to get you anything. Your leads are gone,
and so are your informants. You want the truth, I can give it to you."
"And I should trust you because?"
"For the same reason you just threw away all your moral high ground to fuck
me into the dirt. Because it's in your nature, because you want to know.
Because you need to know." Krycek paused and leaned over to pick up his
jacket. "And because I need the same thing."
He waited silently while Mulder pulled on the rest of his clothes, then
stooped and picked up the apple, offering it to Mulder once again. "Well?"
A chill ran through Mulder's body, and he shoved his hands deep into his
jacket pockets. The pristine flesh of the apple was now dingy, flecked with
dirt and grime, disguising its nature. There were areas, however, that still
looked pure and delicious. It was a temptation, as was the man holding it,
but to heaven or hell?
There was only one way to find out. Pulling his hands from his pockets,
Mulder stretched out his arm, closing his palm around both the apple and
Krycek's hand. "I need to know."
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Title: Temptation 1/29/01
Author/pseudonym: Rina Fandom: X-Files Pairing: Mulder/Krycek Rating: NC-17 Archive: RatB and Rina's Nest E-mail address for feedback: Rina83@msn.com Other websites: http://thesleepydragon.com/nesting/rina.html Disclaimers: CC and 1013 own them, much as I wish I did. Summary: Mulder's been found, but why does he still feel so lost? |
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