The Party
by Lady Midath

Lady Midath's Fan Fiction Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, they are all owned by CC and Ten Thirteen Productions. No profit is being made but a lot of fun is being had by all *grin*
X Files Slash
M/K
Rating: NC-17 for language and some discipline
Archive: Sure, just let me know where it went
Status: Finished
Spoilers: None that I am aware of
Summary: This is really just a spanky little birthday snippet
This story has been written for Ursula's birthday, Happy Birthday hon :-)
Author: Lady Midath
Not beta-ed but I did use my spell checker *g*

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The Party

Washington DC

The party was in full swing by the time Fox Mulder and Walter Skinner arrived. They entered the large function room aware that nearly all eyes were on them.

Mulder gave his boss a tight little smile, betraying how uncomfortable and conspicuous he felt dressed in the black tuxedo that he had rented for the night. Both Skinner and Mulder cut dashing figures in their dark tuxedoes and crisp white shirts. Most of the women and a few of the men gave them appreciative looks as they entered the room.

Skinner gave him an encouraging smile back. He could sympathize with his subordinate agent, after all he hated having to attend these functions himself. Normally he would try and beg off but this time he could not get out of it. The party was being given in honour of one of his agent's after all.

Mulder had been given a commendation for catching a particularly vicious serial killer that had been preying on young men and women in the DC area. Mulder had profiled him, then had caught him practically single handedly. Thus becoming a hero overnight.

The Director of the FBI had decided to have a 'little gathering' in honour of Agent Mulder catching the man that the papers had dubbed, 'The Red Rose Killer'. That had been because Harvey Opperman had always left red rose petals scattered
on every body that he left for the police to find.

Mulder had not wanted to attend the party, he hated these kind of affairs with a passion, but he'd had no choice The last person he wanted to offend was the Director himself. So he had rented his tuxedo and plastered his best smile to his face and turned up in time for the canapés and the champagne.

"Ah, and here he is, the man of the hour."

Both Mulder and Skinner turned around. A tall heavyset man with swept back iron gray hair came towards them, hand outstretched and broad smile firmly in place. The Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Before Mulder could react, he grabbed the younger man's hand, pumping it up and down in a bone crushing grip. The releasing Mulder's hand, he turned to Skinner and condescendingly patted him on the shoulder. Gritting his teeth, Skinner gave him his best 'be nice to the boss smile'.

"Well Walter, it's good to see that one of your agents is on the ball." The Director boomed. Then lowering his voice, he added. "It was a dammed good thing that he caught this bastard. We'd been getting one hell of a hammering in the press over this."

"The important thing is that he's behind bars now where he belongs." Skinner replied. He glanced at Mulder who had not said a word. "Thanks to Agent Mulder here."

"Of course." The Director replied with a grin. "Well, I'd best go mingle." With that, he was off. Both Mulder and Skinner watched as the Director made his way through the crowd of well dressed, chatting guests. Shaking hands, laughing at the odd joke and slapping backs, they both knew that they were watching politics in motion.

"Whew." Skinner said under his breath. "After that, I think I need a drink."

Mulder grinned at his boss. "I think I'll join you."

Together they walked over to the bar, then suddenly grabbing his boss's arm, Mulder stopped dead. Skinner stared at him for a moment puzzled, then looked over in the direction that Mulder was staring in.

"What the hell are they doing here?" Mulder hissed.

Krycek was standing over near the bar, resplendent in a tuxedo similar to the one Mulder was wearing. His dark hair was collar length and slicked back away from his forehead. He was standing next to Spender who was dressed neatly in a dark suit and deep wine coloured tie.

Mulder had never seen Krycek in a tux before and he had to admit that the other man looked damned hot Spender was speaking with a tall distinguished looking man, a very young looking woman with a magnificent mane of red hair was hanging onto his arm, giggling and smiling seductively over at Krycek. The man who's arm she was holding onto seemed oblivious to her flirting with the younger man standing opposite.

Krycek was standing a little away looking distinctly uncomfortable. He gave the young trophy wife a tight little smile every now and again but it was clear to see that he would have preferred to be anywhere but where he was standing right now.

"They must have been invited by the Director." Skinner replied, carefully keeping his voice low. "Come on Mulder, let's get that drink."

He went to pull the younger man over towards the bar, but Mulder would not budge. Skinner sighed inwardly hoping to god that his agent did not pick tonight of all nights to confront Krycek or the Smoking Man.

"Mulder may I remind you that this is neither the time nor the place." Skinner told him, leaning over close to whisper the words in his agent's ear.

Mulder gave his boss a quick glance, then nodded. After all Skinner was right, starting a brawl with ratboy and his black lunged boss would hardly put him into the Director's good graces now would it?

He sighed and nodded. "You're right Walter, let's get that drink."

They both started towards the bar when Spender chose that moment to look over in their direction. A tight smirk flitted briefly over the older man's lips and quickly excusing himself, he made his way over towards them.

"A.D Skinner, Agent Mulder, how are you both?"

Skinner gave Spender a cool nod. Mulder said nothing. He was very aware of Krycek's presence, and of the younger man's vivid green eyes taking everything in as he stood back, watching the little scene unfolding before him.

"I had no idea that you and your...assistant would be here tonight." Skinner remarked as he lifted the glass of scotch that he had ordered to his lips.

"Oh, I am often a guest at these kind of functions...among other things." Spender replied, his voice heavy with meaning.

Skinner gave the other man a cold look, not bothering to try and disguise his dislike for him.

"I see." Was all he said.

"And I hear that congratulations are in order Agent Mulder." Spender continued, turning towards him. "Catching the Red Rose Killer, quite a feat. But then you are the Bureau's most talented profiler aren't you."

Mulder said nothing, he merely shrugged and turned away. Spender was the last man he wanted to socialize with, especially tonight.

"Well have a good time gentlemen." With that, Spender turned and walked away, Krycek in tow.

Both Skinner and Mulder watched them go, Mulder breathing a sigh of relief. Skinner glanced at him, a slight smile playing about his mouth.

"Don't let them ruin your night Fox." He said quietly. He gave Mulder an encouraging pat on his shoulder. Then spotting someone that he knew, Skinner excused himself and went over to speak to a tall dark haired woman dressed neatly in a simple elegant black dress.

Sipping his drink, Mulder turned watching the party guests mingling. Laughter floated above gentle music of the quartet playing something from Bach. He finished his drink, then went back over to the bar for another.

He accepted the glass of scotch from the bartender and suddenly found himself looking up straight into Krycek's face.

"What do you want?" Mulder asked gruffly. He took the drink that the bartender handed to him.

"Nothing, I came over here to get another drink, same as you." Krycek replied.

"Why aren't you with your boss, following him around like the good little lap dog that you are?" Mulder asked him. Krycek gave him a glare. "Fuck you Mulder." He snapped, then grabbing his own drink went to walk away.

Mulder reached and grabbed his arm, hauling him back around to face him. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't take you outside and beat the living shit out of you."

Krycek pulled his arm out of Mulder's grip. Eyes blazing he leaned forward and replied. "Why don't you just leave me the fuck alone you asshole."

Mulder gave the other man a cold smile. He took a menacing step closer. "What's wrong Krycek scared to go a couple of rounds?"

"Yeah, you'd just love that wouldn't you Mulder." Krycek sneered, then he turned away from the other man, an unhappy look passing briefly over his face. Mulder noticed it and opened his mouth to say something when a chirpy voice broke in on them. "Hi there, am I interrupting anything?"

Both Mulder and Krycek turned, the trophy wife had managed to slip away from her husband while he had been deep in conversation with the Governor and his wife.

"I just thought I would get another drink." She said, waving her perfectly manicured fingers vaguely towards the bar.

"Oh, that's...nice." Krycek replied, not knowing what else to say. The damned woman had been flirting with him half the night and in front of her husband who just happened to be one of the wealthiest men in the United States.

"Would you like to join me?" She smiled at him coyly. Krycek drew a deep breath. How the hell was he going to get rid of her without insulting her and bringing the wrath of her husband down onto his own head. Shit between Mulder wanting to punch his lights out and this empty headed bimbo, this evening was turning into a nightmare.

"Well uh..." Krycek began, his mind desperately trying to come up with some kind of excuse. Any kind of excuse. "I would love to but I just promised my friend here that I would have a drink with him. Isn't that right Fox?"

Mulder stared at Krycek, caught totally off guard. "Uh okay, yeah sure."

"Great." Plastering on a false smile, he grabbed a now completely bewildered Mulder by the arm and practically dragged him away.

The young woman watched them go, then sighed. "Why do all the good looking ones always turn out to be gay." She muttered, then with a shrug went back over to where her husband was still holding court with the Governor and his dried up looking wife.

"Will you let me the fuck go." Mulder snapped as Krycek hauled him from the room. He pushed the other man into the men's room and turned to lock the door.

"Sorry about that Mulder but I had to get away from that stupid bitch." Krycek apologized. "She's been chasing me around the fucking place all goddamned night."

"Well I can't say I blame her." Mulder replied, still irritated that he had been hauled out of the room so unceremoniously.

"What?" Krycek stared at him for a moment, wondering if he had heard correctly.

"Why the fuck did you drag me in here for?" Mulder snapped angrily, abruptly changing the subject.

"I figured that we'd be safe in here." Krycek replied. "Hopefully she won't follow us."

"Great, just fucking great." Mulder said coldly. "Listen, if you think I am going to spend the rest of the evening trapped in the men's room simply because some blonde haired bimbo was hitting on you, you are out of your fucking goddamned mind."

"Okay, I'm sorry I dragged you in here." Krycek told him. "It's just just that..." He stopped, the colour suddenly rising in his cheeks.

"It's just that...what?" Mulder asked. He gave the other man a strange look, making Krycek blush even harder.

"I thought that maybe you might...oh forget it." With that Krycek turned and headed over to the row of gleaming white hand basins. Mulder stared after him for a couple of seconds, then walked over to where the younger man was standing. Krycek leaned against on of the basins, his shoulders slumped. He looked the very picture of dejection.

"It's just what?" Mulder asked again, his voice gentle this time. "What is it Alex?"

"It's my birthday today, that's all." Krycek replied softly. He uttered a soft unhappy laugh. "Happy birthday to me."

"Oh." Mulder replied, not quite sure of what to say. "Uh, happy birthday Alex."

Krycek lifted his head to look at the other man, taking in how good Mulder looked in his tuxedo. "Thanks Fox." He replied softly. "Fuck, it's been such a shit of a night. This is not the way I wanted to spend my birthday," he added softly.

"How old are you?" Mulder asked. He moved closer to the other man, using his superior height to intimidate him.

"Old enough." Krycek replied uncomfortably. "Why do you ask?"

"So I know how many birthday spanks to give you." Mulder replied with a lop sided grin.

If Krycek's face was red before, it was a deep shade of scarlet now. Mulder's smile widened.

"Well, how old are you?"

"Not telling." Krycek replied. He began to move away defensively, his good hand had instinctively gone behind him, protecting the one part of him that was now looking as though it was in danger.

"Well let me see." Mulder mused. "It said on your record that you were born in..."

"Never mind when I was born." Krycek interrupted him. "And it doesn't matter how old I am, you are not going to spank me. Got it."

"Oh Alex, if anyone ever deserved a spanking, you would have to be a prime candidate." Mulder told him, reveling in this moment of perfect revenge for all the shit that Krycek had pulled on him in the past. And to think he had not wanted to attend the party in the first place. The only reason he had come was because he was the guest of honour.

Swallowing hard, Krycek backed away, careful to keep his back to the wall and his now very vulnerable behind away from Mulder.

"I lied." He blurted out suddenly. "It's not my birthday, okay."

"Then I should give you a spanking for telling me a lie Alex." Mulder replied calmly. He watched with amusement as Krycek mentally kicked himself for getting into this damned if you do, damned if you don't situation in the first place.

Krycek groaned inwardly, there was no getting out of this. Out of the two of them, Mulder was the stronger, especially now that Krycek only had one good arm to defend himself with. Jesus, even when he had both arms, he had still been no match for the other man. All he could do now was give in and hope that he could come out of this with his ass still reasonably intact...literally.

"Okay, it is my birthday and I'm..." he leaned forward and whispered into Mulder's ear.

"Turn around." Mulder ordered him. Knowing there was no way out of this, Krycek turned, placing his hand on one of the basins. Mulder reached around and undid the younger man's trousers, letting them drop to the floor. Then his black silk boxers followed.

"Brace yourself Alex." Mulder murmured into his ear. "This is going to sting."

He lifted his hand and brought it down onto one pristine cheek, he felt the Krycek jerk slightly with the shock of the blow.

"Hold still Alex." Mulder ordered the younger man sternly. Then he landed another blow, this time warming the other cheek.

Krycek whimpered softly as he felt the steady rain of spanks land on his bare bottom, heating the somewhat delicate area. He gripped the basin, feeling the cold unyielding hardness underneath his hand.

Finally Mulder finished the spanking, landing one last smack that made Krycek yelp. "That was one to grow on." Mulder informed him cheerfully. "All done, you can pull your pants up now."

Red eyed and snuffling, Krycek bent down and dragged his dress pants up over his blazing bottom.

Using his coat sleeve, Krycek wiped the tears from his face. Then head down, refusing to meet Mulder's eyes, he headed towards the man's room door.

"Hey you forgot something Alex." Mulder said suddenly.

"What." Krycek muttered.

Mulder reached out and turned the other man around to face him. "You forgot your birthday kiss." With that he placed both hands on either side of Krycek's face and drawing the younger man to him, kissed him firmly on the mouth.

Krycek stiffened for a moment, then melted into the unexpected embrace. He kissed Mulder back with a passion that surprised and pleased the both of them. Finally breaking the embrace, Mulder said huskily. "Wow Alex, you are full of surprises aren't you."

Krycek gave the other man a grin. "Well that's what you always liked about me, wasn't it?"

Mulder laughed and shook his head. Then he said with real regret. "I guess we had better get back to the party before someone notices that we are gone."

"Or someone needs to use the bathroom." Krycek added. "Oh great, I have to fend off little Mrs. Bimbo again, shit." He sighed.

"Don't worry Alex." Mulder said. "We can fend her off together."

Puzzled now, Krycek turned to stare at him. "If I remember correctly, not that long ago you wanted to punch my lights out. Now you are offering to protect me from that hideous woman, what happened?"

"I caught sight of that cute little butt of yours, what else can I say." Mulder replied, he did not add that the real reason was still something of a mystery to him. The trouble was he had always been attracted to the little rat to begin with. Well at least now he could actually consider doing something about it. Well, more than consider really.

"Now let's get back out there and make nice with the other guests." He said with a smile.

Krycek pulled a face. "I'd rather be out having a birthday drink." He said unhappily. Mulder gave him a smile.

"Sure, we'll slip away early."

"Spender will notice that I'm gone." Krycek told him darkly. Then he looked up at Mulder, a small smile playing about his lips. "Ah what the fuck, you're on."

With that, Krycek unlocked the toilet door and they both headed back to the party. Mulder's arm around Krycek's slender waist. He leaned over and whispered. "You know Alex, this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

THE END
 
 

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