A man pushed passed, mumbling an apology as he tried to
negotiate his way through the crowd while laden down with
brightly coloured shopping bags. Krycek watched him go with
envy. No doubt the bags were full of gifts for friends and
loved ones. He looked down at himself. He was carrying only two
things; a wallet... containing fake ID and about 50 bucks...
and a gun. He couldn't remember the last time he had shopped
for Christmas presents... must have been at least five years
ago, maybe six. His father had been alive then, not that he
gave a damn about his son but the old man had been partial to a
good imported Russian vodka at this time of year. It reminded
him of the old country. Krycek snorted. From his perspective
there was very little to choose between the two.
He stopped to stare at the passers-by, watching their faces.
Young couples were laughing and holding on tight for added
warmth. Others looked tense, trying to find those last few
presents while fighting their way through the surging tide of
humanity but they all had one thing in common. They were laden
down with tinsel and gaudy wrapping paper, bags from this store
and that. They all had someone to buy for, someone to be with.
All of a sudden he felt terribly alone within the crowd.
So what was new.
Another lonely Christmas.
Krycek moved on but paused outside one of the larger stores.
The display was as glamorous as ever with little Christmas elf
figures prancing around a tastefully decorated sled. Rudolph's
bright red nose blinked on and off, the white lights around the
side twinkled like the stars in the Tunguskan night sky. He
stamped his feet. Christ, he ought to be used to this weather.
The snow lay quite thick on the sidewalk but the air was far
less chilly than that in Russia at this time of year. He
started to turn away when something caught his eye. It seemed
like 'little grey men' were in vogue this year and the six-inch
doll with its large unlidded black and silver eyes made him
smile for the first time in days.
Krycek checked his wallet. It would leave him with only 36
dollars and 52 cents. Not much to show for all the work he had
done over the past year but then, he had left Russia in a bit
of a hurry. Of course he could have asked the Well-Manicured
Man for an advance but his pride had already bent as far as it
could go when he accepted the free accommodation and clothes.
Now the man was dead. Long dead... and he was 'between jobs'.
At least the rent on the apartment had been paid up front and
was good for another 3 months.
"Merry Christmas. Ho, Ho, Ho."
The large red and white clad figure, with full curly white
beard and moustache, shook a bell as he strode passed the
window shoppers. Krycek's eyes narrowed. Why the hell not! He
wandered into the store, pleased to find the display of 'little
grey men' near the entrance. That saved him the effort of
pushing his way through the throngs of shoppers. He selected
one, singling it out from the others because of its slightly
pointed head and took it to the cash register.
"Cute, aren't they. D'you want me to wrap it?"
The assistant, a comely lady probably just the other side of
forty, smiled at the handsome young man, gazing into the most
gorgeous green eyes she had seen all evening. He nodded and
smiled, not a big smile but the eyes lost a little of their
despondency, making her friendly overture seem more than
worthwhile ... and then he was gone. Their transaction
completed.
Krycek decided against wasting money on a cab. He took the
first bus heading in the right direction and rode in silence,
the single bag containing its festively wrapped present lying
on the seat next to him. A matronly woman boarded, looked at
the bag disapprovingly. Her determination to sit in that seat
wavered as she looked into the hard, uncompromising face. She
clucked again and moved beyond him to another seat. As the bus
moved away from the bright, colourful Christmas lit centre of
Washington DC, the darkness of the city fell down like a
curtain and Krycek glanced at his watch. 20:50 on Christmas
Eve.
Although he had only been there a few times, he recognised the
nearby streets and left the bus about a block away from his
destination. Right opposite was a 7-11, gaudy lights flashing
in a row of blue, red, green and white, linking up to a small
silver tinsel tree decorated with a mismatch of red bows,
golden angels and boxes of chocolates. Krycek frowned in
puzzlement but then sniffed. It was Christmas—and what better
way to display the luxuries.
He pulled the collar of his leather jacket tight and shivered
in the cold wind. The moon was large and pale in the night sky,
seen momentarily between the clouds when it cast eerie shadows
across the snow-laden sidewalk. The air seemed even colder
after the warmth of the bus and the report had said there was
more snow on the way. An old song drifted into his head:
Moonlight and Vodka takes me away
He glanced back at the 7-11 and made another rash decision...
well, maybe not so rash this time. The entry bell tinkled as he
opened the door and he went straight to the counter where a
Hispanic man in white apron and Santa Claus hat stood rubbing
his hands over a small heater.
"What can I do for you, Sir?"
Krycek looked along the line of shelves behind the man until he
spotted what he was after.
"I'll take the Smirnoff."
"Hope you like it cold, the heater systems busted. Jeez, I'll
be pleased to close up tonight."
Alex Krycek smiled. With vodka, the colder the better. The man
wrapped the bottle in a fancy bag covered in tiny mistletoe,
took Krycek's money and gave him the change.
"Have a nice one."
"Yeah, you too."
At least the cold inside the store meant he did not feel the
bitter cold outside quite so keenly. He pulled his collar up
once more and headed down the street, pausing only one more
time as the familiar apartment building came into sight.
Fox Mulder pushed the remains of his TV dinner around the tray
then dropped it onto the coffee table in disgust. The
television belted out canned laughter from one of those 'candid
camera' shows and he wondered, for the nth time, why he was
sitting here alone on Christmas Eve when Dana Scully had
generously invited him over to share in the celebration at her
apartment.
"I must be crazy."
He seriously considered dropping by on the off-chance but,
although the thought of sharing Christmas Eve with Dana was
quite pleasant, she was surrounded by her family this year. Her
mother was staying over and tomorrow they would make their way
to Dana's brother, Bill, and his family. He liked Mrs Scully
but he was never good company at this time of year and it
didn't seem right to spoil their Christmas.
He thought back to his own family festivities. Nothing had been
the same after Samantha disappeared. Christmas became a thing
to dread as everyone remembered the gaping hole in their lives.
His mother would sit up in her room.... drinking gin. His
father would sit in his den... drinking bourbon... and Fox
Mulder would sit in the lounge, drinking cola, with only the TV
for company until one of them remembered his existence and
ordered him to bed.
He gazed at the TV. Nothing ever changed.
Another lonely Christmas.
Time for another beer.
Mulder glanced in the refrigerator, slammed the door and laid
his forehead against it. Empty. He thought about going out but
shuddered at the idea of exposing himself to the wintry
elements. He amended his earlier thought. Not just another
lonely Christmas... it was far worse.
It was a _sober_ lonely Christmas.
The buzz on his door bell brought his head back up. He frowned.
Who the hell's that?
Certainly not Scully, she would let herself in having decided
it was safe as long as she didn't touch anything. Not because
she feared his reaction but because she was afraid of what she
might find.
Finally, curiosity outweighed his reluctance to speak with
anyone and he moved down the small corridor, gun in hand, and
opened the door. No-one. He glanced down. Someone had been
there, he could tell by the snow-prints leading to and from his
door. He was about to close the door when he heard the soft
shuffle and looked along the darkened corridor.
"Who's there?"
Krycek took a deep breath as the light from Mulder's apartment
glinted off the gun held in the FBI agent's hand, wondering
what the hell he was doing there. This was a _bad_ idea.
"I said, who's there."
Oh, what the hell! If I have to spend another day alone I'll
probably shoot myself...
Krycek closed his eyes, took another deep breath and stepped
out of the shadows.
"Krycek. What the fuck are you doing here?"
Alex Krycek took a few more steps forward and held out the
gaudy bag containing the present and vodka.
"It's Christmas, Krycek. You can take your latest orders and
stuff them where the light don't shine."
Krycek shook his head.
"No. No, this is personal." He took another step forward, the
bag still held out like a shield. "Merry... Christmas?"
Mulder's hazel eyes narrowed. If this was another trick then he
really wasn't in the mood but... he reached out and snagged the
offered carryall. A glance inside revealed a small gaily
wrapped box and.... Mulder smiled. He stared long and hard at
the cold, wet and bedraggled man suddenly understanding what
had driven Krycek to his door and relented. Even Krycek's
company seemed better than being alone. Mulder holstered his
gun and indicated the entrance to his apartment. When Krycek
hesitated, he sighed and went back inside leaving the door open
behind him.
He listened over the noise of the TV for the sound of the door
being closed gently from the inside and for the soft footfall
along the corridor. Moments later, Krycek's leather-clad form
leaned against the door frame, hesitating on the threshold.
"Make yourself at home. I'll get two glasses... and a towel for
your hair"
The evening passed in a strangely domestic way. Neither made
much small-talk, there were too many pitfalls to remind them of
the different paths they had taken and neither wanted to argue.
Instead they drank vodka and watched a schmaltzy holiday
romance in companionable silence.
Mulder looked sideways at the younger man, noticing how gaunt
he appeared since the last time.... he felt his cheeks redden
as he remembered the last time they met. Krycek had leaned
across and kissed him. He could still feel the soft, wetness of
his mouth against his skin, at odds with the rough stubble that
grazed his cheek. His eyes focused on Krycek's mouth as the man
raised his glass, the full bottom lip and sensually curved
upper, beautifully shaped, eminently kissable. He watched them
caress the glass and then the tip of Krycek's tongue peaked out
catch at the vodka left behind on his lips as he lowered the
glass back to the table. Krycek turned his head, suddenly, as
if sensing the scrutiny.
Mulder controlled the urge to look away and their eyes met. His
breath caught as he read the desire and need in the teal green
eyes.
The Consortium agent looked away, head lowered, eyes closed as
he waited for Mulder's fury to erupt but, instead, he felt soft
fingers as Mulder reached out to caress the soft lips with the
tips of his fingers. He turned back to face his ex-partner.
Mulder's eyes widened, entranced by the way the pupils in those
green, green eyes dilated further, feeling the fine tremble as
Krycek's breath grew more ragged. He closed the distance
between them and leant forward to brush his lips against the
other's mouth feeling the hardness yield beneath his touch
until he was crushing their mouths together. The lips beneath
him parted and Mulder slipped the tip of his tongue between
them pushing more insistently until he could taste the bitter
vodka. His tongue duelled with Krycek's before pushing it aside
so he could explore this new territory, tasting new textures
from the ridged palate to the soft, silkiness of inner cheek.
Krycek pulled back, almost gasping for air. He wanted to tell
Mulder that, if kissing was an Olympic sport, then he would
bring home gold... but he didn't want to shatter the warmth
that had grown between them. Mulder smiled and took the lips
once more, forcing Krycek backward against the end of the
couch. His hand reached to tug the dark T-shirt from Krycek's
pants and, once released, he pushed the flat of his hand
underneath to slide across warm, soft skin. He deepened the
kiss, moving most of his body weight on top of the other man,
one hand stroking round the side of the rib cage and across the
broad back. His other hand paralleled the first, pulling Krycek
into a strong embrace, the weight of his body preventing the
other man from escaping.
Krycek moaned into Mulder, the deep sound vibrating through
him, sending impulses along his nervous system, centring in his
groin. He pushed his hips against Krycek and felt an answering
hardness. Excitement rippled through his body. Alex wanted
this, wanted him. His bony hips ground into those beneath him,
savouring the friction of fleecy cloth against his engorged
flesh. His mouth devoured Krycek's, slid away to suck and bite
the exposed throat leaving a trail of love-bites in his wake.
Mulder pulled away suddenly leaving Krycek aching and confused
but leant back to plant another kiss on the lips before the
other man misconstrued his actions.
"If we don't stop now I'm gonna come in my pants... and I'd
rather come in you."
Krycek blushed. There was no question now of what Mulder
wanted.... and no question that he wanted it too. He nodded.
Mulder sprang off the couch and offered a hand to his would-be
lover. It was clasped and Mulder pulled the younger man to his
feet. Keeping a gentle grip on the fingers he led his companion
towards the bedroom, giving Krycek a chagrined smile as he took
in the pile of papers strewn across the coverlet. He let go of
the hand he held and, gripping the cover, folded it over itself
and pulled the whole lot to the floor then indicated the
cleared bed with an expansive gesture. Krycek grinned at the
incredibly weird situation he found himself in but moved back
into the beckoning arms for another kiss.
His hand reached up to cradle the back of Mulder's head,
pulling him into a bruising kiss. Mulder tightened his own hold
around the slim hips, crushing their groins together. His
tongue sliding between Krycek's kiss-swollen lips, fucking his
mouth as hip thrust against hip.
They parted, both men trembling from the need to reach
fulfilment and Krycek started to pull off his T-shirt, wanting
the feel of skin sliding against skin.
"Uh uh."
Mulder pushed the hand away and grasped the base of the shirt,
gently pushing it upwards with one hand while he investigated
the revealed flesh with the other. His fingers pinched an
exposed nipple, rolling the tightened nub as he lowered his
head to take the other in his mouth. Teeth raked across the
sensitive bud, sending frissons of electricity racing through
Krycek's body. He threw back his head, mouth gaping as he
dragged air into his heaving chest. Mulder released him and
pushed the T-shirt higher, helping Krycek pull both good arm
and head through before rolling it down the prosthetic. The T-
shirt dropped to the floor at their feet. Mulder moved back,
tugging off his sweatshirt and throwing it aside. He sat on the
edge of the bed and beckoned Krycek forward. Alex came closer
and watched as the seated man reached out to unbutton his
Levi's, slowly lowering the zip. Krycek's hard erection sprang
out.
"No... underwear? Alex, you are a naughty boy."
Mulder's arms circled the narrow hips, hands clasping the
muscular buttocks, pulling Krycek closer until he could nuzzle
the satin, steel shaft. He licked along the underside, feeling
Krycek's cheeks clench as his tongue slid across the sensitive
g-spot before swirling across the head. He pulled away, licking
his lips as he tasted the copious pre-cum that seeped from the
swollen shaft then dived forward once more to swallow as much
of the length as he could, almost gagging as he felt the head
touch the back of his throat. Krycek cried out as the heat and
wetness engulfed him, knees starting to buckle as Mulder began
a deep sucking. A warm sensation swelled from the pit of his
stomach and across his thighs. His eyes opened wide as he
realised how little control he had left.
"Mulder..! I can't... I'm gonna....Mulder!"
Mulder held on tight to the bucking figure, redoubling his
efforts when the man stilled, buttock muscles contracting, hips
pushed forward. The swollen shaft rippled as wave after wave of
bitter, salty fluid gushed into his mouth. He swallowed hard,
his own arms suddenly supporting the boneless man as Krycek's
knees gave way.
Krycek fell forward, leaning heavily on his lover and found
himself being lifted, manoeuvred round and then gently laid on
the bed. Mulder leant across the prone man and kissed every
available piece of flesh before renewing his assault on the
kiss-swollen lips, waiting for Krycek to spiral back down to
Earth.
"Merry Christmas, Alex. Now what do I get?"
In answer Krycek lifted his hips invitingly allowing Mulder to
push the Levi's from the narrow hips and down the well-muscled
thighs. Mulder followed the path of the jeans avidly sucking,
biting and licking the exposed skin. He pulled off the boots,
peeled off the socks and finally removed the Levi's leaving
Krycek naked on the bed.
Mulder stood up and gazed down at the supine figure.
God, but you're beautiful, Alex.
He closed his eyes, wishing he could say it out loud but afraid
of giving so much control over to this man. He examined the
muscular form, its perfection destroyed by the missing arm but
only through symmetry. In other ways Alex was perfect. The pale
skin tone that spoke of months out in the cold, silky and
unblemished. The hard muscles that rippled with each movement,
showing that Krycek worked-out regularly despite his 'recent'
disability. The rose-coloured nipples, stiff with desire.
Mulder's gaze reached the man's face, taking in features both
angelic and satanic. If anyone were ever to ask him what
Lucifer looked like then he would describe this face with its
wide-spaced, green eyes, high cheekbones, softly pouting mouth
and slight uptilt at the end of the nose. A fallen angel.
The bedside lamp cast a glow around the room, highlighting the
red in the mahogany hair. Mulder reached out and gathered some
of the strands, pleased Krycek had let his hair grow longer
having sported a close-crop at their last meeting. He had
always loved Krycek's hair.
His gaze travelled back down the well-proportioned frame and he
smiled when he noticed the hair trickling from navel to groin
was almost a shade lighter. He reached out and twisted the
sweat-dampened curls around his finger, breathing in the heady
musk of sex.
Mulder peeled off the remainder of his own clothes and stood
before the other man, allowing Krycek to drink his fill of the
athletic frame, before moving to the night-stand. He burrowed
around in the top drawer for a moment then removed two objects;
a tube of KY and a condom, placing them close at hand, then
knelt back on the bed, straddling Krycek's head until his cock
was close to his lover's mouth and his own mouth was buried in
his lover's groin. Alex needed no instructions. He placed his
hand around the back of Mulder's thigh, pulling him closer
still until he could swallow the engorged shaft.
Alex felt the tingle of blood filling him as Mulder's mouth
worked on his drained organ, hands parted his legs pushing them
wide as Mulder released his shaft and began to lick his balls,
cradling the soft sacs in one hand then moving beyond to the
taut skin. He gasped as the tongue rimmed the tight ring of
muscle before trying to force entry, trembling at the odd
sensations; the warm wetness, the hot breath that cooled his
dampened skin. No-one had ever done this to him before.
There was a pause and then Krycek felt a slick finger rub
across the muscle, digging into the puckered surface until it
achieved penetration. The hot, slippery digit circled inside,
stretching his skin and relaxing the taut muscle. Mulder pushed
in deeper, scraping against the soft inner wall until....
Krycek gasped as liquid fire ran through his being. He mumbled
incoherently around the fully erect shaft that was fucking his
mouth in rhythm with that finger.
Mulder pulled out of both ends but returned his attention to
Krycek's ass. Two fingers twisted deeper, opening Krycek
further, pressing against his prostate, bringing Krycek's
erection to full aching glory. He sobbed when Mulder left his
body despite the cool night air bringing relief to his burning
sweat-soaked skin, sensing rather than feeling the other man
move around the bed until a pair of hands urged him over onto
his stomach, drawing him to the edge of the bed with his knees
tucked under, chest and face pressed onto the mattress, his ass
raised and fully exposed.
Mulder ripped open the packet and started to roll the condom
over his engorged flesh then paused. He pulled it back off and
threw it to the floor. Health risks be dammed. At this moment
he didn't care what happened to him several years down the
road. He wanted Alex. He wanted to pump him full of his seed,
to fill that sweet ass.
He pushed the blunt shaft against the tight ring of muscle,
hearing Krycek moan in pain and pleasure as the head slipped
inside then paused. He wanted Krycek to enjoy this, to know he
had been taken willingly by Fox William Mulder. In the cold
light of day, Alexei Krycek would have to admit to himself that
he had loved every minute of this.
Once he knew Alex had adjusted to his bulk he began to push
forward, sinking himself gradually into the inferno of Krycek's
body until he could penetrate no further. He withdrew almost to
the tip and then plunged back, angling his descent to bring a
cry spilling from his lover's swollen lips. Mulder reached
around and grasped Krycek's rigid shaft. The body beneath him
bucked, internal muscles clenching around him as Alex came hard
with just a touch and Mulder found his own existence expanding
in a blaze of heat. He screamed as he was shattered into a
million pieces, his soul soaring free from his body before
reaching the stars and falling back to Earth.
Mulder collapsed across the broad back, his chest heaving,
senses still spinning. He wiped the tears from his eyes with
the back of his hand then leant down to kiss the back of
Krycek's neck. Words he dared not utter trickled into his mind
and spilled from his mouth before he could stop them
"I love you, Alex." I love you... love you.... love you...
He held his breath. Nothing. No sound. No movement. Mulder
disentangled himself and flopped to one side. He looked into
the beautiful face. Asleep.
Thank God.
He lay down and pulled Krycek into his arms, succumbing to the
same physical exhaustion that had claimed his lover.
Alexei Krycek felt the world dimming around him but he had
never felt so safe. He felt the gentle kiss on the back of his
neck and, as he floated away, words of love drifted with him.
The sound of a door closing awoke him from a wonderful dream
and, for a moment his heart sank as he imagined his dream lover
had left without a word... but then he felt the weight and
warmth across his chest. He opened one eye and peered down at
the mahogany hair pillowed on his shoulder. Alex.
Mulder grinned and wrapped his arms around the hot body before
kissing the top of his lover's head. This elicited a sigh and
gentle movement as Krycek tightened his hold upon Fox Mulder.
The sleepy green eyes opened to gaze across a definitely
masculine chest with its light splattering of brown hair. Yes,
definitely male and most definitely Mulder. He smiled and
raised his head. Mulder rolled on top of the naked man and took
the still swollen lips in a deep and thorough kiss.
"Merry Christmas."
They hugged each other tightly.
Another lonely Christmas? Not this year.
Another Lonely Christmas
by Tarlan
Krycek sniffed and rubbed his hand against the side of his leg
to try and warm his cold fingers. It was so much easier when he
had two hands to rub together but then, he mused sardonically,
he'd have ten cold fingers instead of five.
Midnight in Moscow is sunshine in LA
In the good USA
Moonlight and Vodka by Chris de Burgh
