KRYCEK/SPORK SMUT FIC

Krycek walked past his boss, Mr. Potato Head into his FBI office. He could see Fork, Spoon, and Spork working on a case in the attic office. It was often creaky and hot in the office. More hott today because Spork was there. Krycek sighed. How often had he thought of Spork? Every minute? Second? 

Spork turned to look at him. Even in the dark office (fork was showing slides) he could see Spork's perfect figure. he thought.  

Fork turned also. "Krycek" he said disappovingly "You are late. That's not in the rules." 

Spoon also looked at him. "Alex, I sense something is wrong." 

Ordinarily, Krycek would have told Fork to shove his rules up his ass, and Spoon to shover her feelings up hers, but today he was too weak to do it. He looked at Spork. 

Spork looked at Krycek sadly. For Spork loved Krycek, Spork could not tell him. 
Then Fork and Spoon left the office to complain to Mr.Potato Head that Spork and Krycek were not doing their work and had been staring at each other for the past fifteen minutes. 

Krycek blinked, and was astounded to realize that tears were falling down his face because his eyes had been open for so long. 

Spork stared at him. Could it be true? Could Krycek be thinking the same as Spork? Could the love exist? 

Krycek smiled sheepishly.  

Spork wanted to faint.  

Krycek wanted to kill himself. Spork looked like Spork was going to fall down. But instead, Spork walked determinedly toward Krycek. 

"Krycek-" 

But all the sudden Jonap the Green Smurf walked in. "Spork! I'm so glad I found you." 

Spork stared at Jonap dismayedly. What was he doing here? Spork needed desperately to be with Krycek. 

Krycek narrowed his eyes. This must have been what Spork wanted to tell him. Spork was back with Jonap! He curtly turned and left the room, promptly running into Spoon. 

"Krycek, what's the matter? I sense you are upset about something? You aren't mad at me, are you? For reporting you?" 

"No," Krycek replied absentmindedly. "What did Mr.Potato Head say?" 

Spoon blushed. "Actually, Fork and I went down to the copy room with Mr. Potato Head and it was so secluded your name never came up. Except that one time when Fork yelled it out..." 

"Whatever," Krycek interrupted. "I have to go". 

Krycek ran away into the bathroom. What would he do without Spork? 

Spork looked at Jonap apprehensively. What did he want with Spork? 

"Spork, I've got to tell you and I've been thinking..."  

"I..I think we should get back together." 

Spork sighed. "No, Jonap, I told you it was over." 

"Why? Because you are hopelessly in love with your sexually repressed partner?" 

Spork stared at him in amazement. How could he have known? 

"Oh don't be so flabbergasted. It's obvious that you love him. And it's equally obvious that he doesn't love you." 

Spork looked down sadly. Jonap looked down as well. He realized that he was going to have to tell the truth to make Spork happy. "Okay, I lied. It's just that I love your Sporkiness so much I can't let go. He's definately got something for you." 

Spork looked up elated. "Really?" 

"Yes" 

Spork grabbed Jonap by the waist and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You're the best!" 

Jonap looked at her affectionately. " Now go get 'em." 

Krycek looked on, frozen in horror, as he saw Spork hug and kiss Jonap. He had come back on a hunch that mabye it was innocent, after all, Spork hadn't seemed too upset at the breakup. 

"No.." he moaned outload.  

Krycek left, determined to nekked pretzel the first person/kitchen utensil he saw. 

"Hi Spoon......."