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RATING Ect.: NC-17 - Krycek/Mulder
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Scully's Wish
by StarWindDancer
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"Fox, please. I've been waiting to see this movie
for like ever." Krycek whispered in the dark
theater.
Mulder smiled sweetly at the young man as he
kneeled in front of his young lover. Gently he put
his hands on Krycek's knees to pull them apart.
"Turn about is fair play, love." Mulder moved in-
between his legs until his stomach was pressed
against a rising erection. "I didn't forget what
you did to me at McDonalds. I think it's way past
due to get you back for that."
"I've waited patiently for 20 years to see another
Star Wars episode. We can go home afterwards and
play."
Large hands played up the young man's shirt until
Mulder had them lightly wrapped around a head and
neck. Sable hair tickled his fingertips as he held
Krycek's head steady as he started kissing.
"I just can't get enough of you, baby." Mulder
whispered against skin. He stared deeply into
glowing eyes, watching the flicker of the movie on
Krycek's irises.
Krycek blinked slowly, his lashes falling with the
grace of a feather before rising just as slowly.
Mulder had yet to tell the young man how erotic
that sight was. He leaned in to press his lips
softly, sealing Krycek's eyes closed. The long
lashes tickled his lips.
Mulder moved his mouth down, over the young man's
face. He kissed underneigth eyes, touching the
light blue circles there. A kiss at a time, he made
his way to the up turned tip of Krycek's nose. His
mouth moved back over cheeks, following the
slightest curve of skin, up and down, back and
forth, slowly going to ear then chin. He worked
over the young man's face, loving the feel of skin
against his lips.
Mulder felt Krycek's hand on his back. It started
stroking up and down the lanky muscles. Knowing
that he couldn't go much longer in his want to
taste Krycek, Mulder moved down to the young man's
mouth.
"Fox," those lips said lightly against his. Mulder
wasn't sure if it was one last plea to watch the
movie or to continue. He chose the second option
and pressed his lips against Krycek's.
Mulder slipped his tongue into the hot, moist
interior. It lightly played over teeth and gums in
its exploration. Unknowingly he smiled against
Krycek's lips as he tasted the familureness of it.
The slightly acidic taste of scorched mettle and
almonds. His small muscle slid around inside the
confines of Krycek's mouth, making sure to catch
all the little bits of subtleness.
In the darkness, Mulder moved his hands down his
young lover. Flexible digits worked in the confines
of Krycek's crotch to ease the zipper down. Mulder
was pleased to note that Krycek wasn't wearing any
underwear, again. The thick, wiry hair brushed
against his fingers as his hand started to slowly
stroke Krycek's erection.
With his mouth still glued to the younger man,
Mulder easily captured the moan of pleasure. The
throaty purr vibrated through their tangling
tongues to set Mulder's teeth on edge.
Below, his large thumb pressed against the purple
head. He swirled Krycek's essence around, slicking
up his passage.
"Faawwwkkkss..."
"Yes, love," Mulder said as their lips brushed
lightly over each other, giving themselves a little
room to breath.
"The movie..."
Mulder chuckled. "You wouldn't keep your hands off
me on our last adventure and now your being the
reserved one? When did you switch bodies on me,
Alex?"
"So I haven't seen this movie twenty times like you
have, it doesn't mean that you can deny me this. I
want to see how George Lucas gets Darth Vader and a
princess together."
"He doesn't start off as Darth Vader, he starts off
as a slave."
"Shh, don't spoil it for me."
"I promise to take you out to see Star Wars another
time, Alex. I just need to touch you right now."
Mulder's hand slipped under Krycek's warm leather
jacket. Just to tease the younger man a bit, he
played his knuckles over puckered nipples as he
searched through pockets for lube.
"Don't even think about it," Krycek hissed as he
felt Mulder's actions.
"I won't, just sit back and watch the movie."
Mulder whispered into Krycek's ear before he slid
down in front of the young man. Soon his nose was
buried in sable hair enjoying the scent of arousal.
He kissed the skin around Krycek's groin, working
the parameter, slowly spiraling inwards. By the
time he kissed the base of Krycek's cock, the young
man was panting heavily.
"Don't pass out on me there," Mulder said as he
drew back to look over his young lover. The young
man was practically boneless in his seat. His eyes
were half-closed in pleasure, his cheeks were
flushed, and lips were still swollen from kisses.
"Fox," Krycek said. He lifted his hand from the
armrest to guide his fingers over the other man's
face. Mulder captured his thumb as it passed over
the lusciously thick lower lip. Languorously,
Mulder showed Krycek what he was going to do to his
cock on his thumb. His tongue swirled around the
digit, slid underneath fingernail, and over the
knuckle.
Mulder took his mouth off Krycek's finger. He slid
his hands underneath the young man's thighs,
feeling the warm, heating pulse there. Carefully he
slid Krycek forward, easing his legs farther apart.
Krycek just sagged there, boneless in the theater's
chair.
Next he slid the young man's pants down to nearly
his ankles. Krycek was so out of it that he didn't
even notice that he was on public display for all
to see. Mulder didn't mind. The two of them were in
the far back corner of the Dollar Theater, about
the only one in town that was still showing the
movie. It was late at night and the only people in
the theatre with them were the teenagers making out
and young couples with babies.
Krycek whimpered as Mulder kissed the tip of the
weeping cock. Mulder licked his lips, tasting the
bitter tang of precum. Again he leaned down to
taste the young man's essence.
The tip slid easily into his mouth. The plush head
rested lightly on his lips as he sucked and nibbled
at it. With his hand, he kept the member steady as
he explored the wonderful skin. Heat seemed to roll
off it in waves, flooding through Mulder. Slowly he
descended to claim more of Krycek's cock.
Krycek's hand tangled in Mulder's silky hair, not
pushing or thrusting though he really wanted to.
The wet warmth that engulfed him pulled off but
soon returned. Soon Mulder had a light rhythm going
as he played up and down Krycek's length.
Carefully Mulder squeezed out a dollop of lube
directly on Krycek's opening. He loved playing with
Krycek there; he loved being surrounded by the
young man's warmth. As much as he liked the blow
jobs, he still craved being inside Krycek.
Mulder slid his finger up into Krycek's sphincter.
The internal muscles squeezed his finger as if it
was his cock. Carefully he searched around with the
probing finger until it brushed past the young
man's prostate. Krycek's hips arched in pleasure
but Mulder was prepared for the movement and
quickly swallowed the intruding length.
Looking up Mulder could read Krycek's pleasure. His
face was a flushed tone that only occurred whenever
he was having sex. Sometimes Mulder wished he could
look at that image for hours, it made him so hot.
Krycek always looked sexy to him, his eyes a heavy
lided stare that was almost the same before Mulder
fucked him as before. His eyes would be slightly
lidded and a small, smirking, knowing smile that
made Mulder wonder if he was up for another round.
Probably so. Krycek was in better shape then he
was, even after everything that the young man had
been through.
It was a pleasure to make Krycek look that way, to
know for sure whether the young man had just been
fucked or was about to. Mulder loved the heady
dominance he had over him though his young lover
wasn't that easy to handle. Krycek had an
inquisitive, exploratory nature that matched his
own. For Mulder, it was almost a race with himself
to see just where else he could see, just where
else he could explore. Looking through the stars
with Krycek's eyes or looking in an occult shop
with the young man put a whole new twist. It made
the whole exploration of the world different,
strange somehow. He loved that new twist and craved
it with every fiber of his being.
"Faawwkkss, I'm gonna, I'm gonna," Krycek panted
above him. Mulder felt the fluttering of internal
muscles, the tension fighting itself just before
Krycek shot his load down Mulder's throat. He
swallowed his young lover's essence greedily.
"Mmm, fresh Alex, just what I like."
"Fox, don't be so disgusting," Alex said as he
laughed. He knew to what Mulder was referring to.
"You can say it but I can't? When did you get to be
the kinky one in this relationship?"
"Oh, I don't know. It was probably around the time
I bought a chocolate covered dildo at a charity
auction just because it was covered in chocolate."
"Excuse me, what's this?"
"Oh, please, don't tell me you didn't see it in our
freezer?"
"I have a freezer?" Mulder asked in moke
indignation.
Krycek laughed as he kicked at Mulder then stood up
to pull on his pants. A baby who was being burped
in the front of the theater got a free show as
Krycek drew his pants up with his one hand.
"I've had it in there for about a year or so. I
bought it at a charity auction in Kansas?
Missouri?" Krycek said. He waved off the subject,
interrupting his jiggling with his pants. Mulder
watched his young lover's antics. "Anyway I needed
someplace to put it and your place is about the
only place I know where it would have a home."
"So I've had a chocolate covered dildo in my
freezer for a year and didn't know it?"
"Fox, you can be so, so, oblivious at times. How
can you miss a 20 inch, black rubber dildo covered
in the nectar of the gods?"
"So you've been playing with it," Mulder intoned as
he batted at Krycek's swinging cock that had yet to
be tucked into his pants.
"You just don't play with a dildo like that. Its
just too big."
"So no playing with it when we get home?" Mulder
asked as he stroked his own erection through his
pants. He reached over his other hand to run his
fingers down between the swell of Krycek's butt
cheeks.
Krycek swatted his hand away then sat down next to
him. He looked over, lustily, at Mulder to say, "if
you want to get me another manrammer, you can play
with it all you want."
"I think I'm already equipped with one." Mulder
stroked himself through his jeans.
Krycek ran a finger over the bulge, tracing the
outline. "Your equipped with one, yes, I'll have to
agree with you there, but this is a one of a kind
item."
"And I'm not?"
"No," Krycek whispered huskily. His eyes were
lidded over and his lips were a little damp, making
them look entirely kissable. "This one is covered
in chocolate and is impregnated with magic. It was
used in a real witches' ceremony celebrating all
things chocolate. Can you imagine it? Dozens of
horny, naked pagans dancing in moonlight with this
gigantic sword of a dildo."
"It's really magical?"
"Has our sex life been boring in any way, Fox?"
Krycek said as he licked Mulder's ear. Their
entwined fingers on Mulder's erection started to
pace a little farther. Mulder quickly had to unzip
his pants to gain more friction.
Suddenly Krycek took back his hand.
"Hey, what are you doing? Get back here."
"I want to watch the movie. I don't know what
happened."
"Anakin Skywalker wins hifs freezdovm in dee,"
Mulder started muttering as Krycek put his hand
over Mulder's mouth so he couldn't give away the
spoilers for the movie.
"I'm going to go home and beat you with that
manrammer if you don't shut up. I'm trying to watch
the movie."
Mulder removed Krycek's hand. "Come on, love, it's
a lost cause. You've missed too much."
"And whose fault is that?"
"Come on, let me take you home and I'll make it up
to you."
"Won't work. It has to be a full moon."
"Full moon to make the magic work?"
"No, full moon to turn me into a bitch and pussy
whip your behind," Krycek retorted.
"I love it when you talk dirty." Mulder grabbed
Krycek's head in a serious lip lock rivaling the
teenagers in front of them in the theater. He slid
his mouth over satiny skin until he reached the
junket of his young lover's body and neck. He
sucked carefully, like some sort of vampire,
marking Krycek as his.
"Shit, puss, alien ooze," Krycek chanted above him.
"What are you doing?" Mulder lifted his lips from
his very important hickey making.
"You said you love it when I talk dirty to you,"
Krycek said with a slight twinkle in his eye.
Mulder was quickly learning just what that sparkle
was. It was trouble with a capitol T and lots of
sex.
"Sexy, dirty talk, like on 1-800-Hot-Legs, not
autopsy reports from Scully."
Krycek shivered. He'd seen a lot more bodies then
what Scully had seen. It still scared him, deep
down.
"What?" Mulder frowned as he felt a shiver run
through the young man's body. He wasn't sure what
he had said wrong. Mentioning Scully never brought
up quite this reaction.
"I suddenly feel like I don't want to watch a movie
about aliens," Krycek whispered in the darkness.
Mulder felt a sympathetic shiver run down his spine
as he recalled just what he had seen. He knew
Krycek had seen worse, in fact the younger man had
to work with them. It was a truly sickening
thought.
"How about I take you home and drive those cares
away?"
"Sounds like a plan, Foxy. Ouch," Krycek said as
Mulder bit down on an available ear. The more times
Mulder heard the hated Foxy the more he started to
think this is what Krycek wanted, to be clamed in a
primordial way. Well, he would do just that. There
was plenty of lube in the apartment, he made sure
of it.
Mulder was trying to put the finishing touches on
Krycek's hickey in the lobby when he heard the
cold, metallic click of a gun cocking and a short,
authoritative voice behind him.
"Freeze, Krycek," Scully said. She stood rigidly a
few feet behind Mulder, watching the rat-bastard
intently, not seeing that it was her partner
eagerly sucking at the young man's neck. "Put your
hands up where I can see them, both of them. I
don't care if it's in Siberia, I want to see them."
Krycek and Mulder both put their hands up and
separated. As if noticing the other man for the
first time she yelled at him to back up and turn
around. When Scully's blue eyes met Mulder's hazel
ones she gasped. Her arms fell to her sides in
shock.
"Mulder, what's the hell is going on?" obvious
outrage and confusion written on her face.
"Umm, I was going to tell you about it." Mulder
looked directly into Scully's eyes, his hands still
up until he noticed them. He quickly lowered them.
Krycek kept his hands up, eyeing Scully's gun
nervously.
"It?"
Mulder licked his lips, trying to find an easy way
out. He had been dreading introducing his young
lover to Scully but nothing he ever pictured
compared with this meeting.
"Scully, I want you to meet a friend of mine,"
Mulder went for the basics. He put a hand to the
small of Krycek's back and propelled him forward.
"Friend? Mulder, what are you talking about? We
should be locking up Krycek for a very long time,
not introducing ourselves."
Mulder shook his head. "You can't do that, Scully."
"And name one reason why I can't?" Mulder could see
her face flush with anger. The arm holding the gun
twitched, ready to point and shoot. Mulder went for
broke.
"Because I love him."
"What?! Are you fucking insane? You can't mean to
say you're in love with him, that's ridiculous.
You've wanted to kill him for years."
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm really in a white padded
room drooling and dreaming all this but at least
I'm dreaming about him." Mulder nodded towards
Krycek. He slipped his hand over hot, trembling
skin. Mulder felt almost shaky himself. He felt
like throwing up. If Scully hurt Krycek, shot him,
Mulder wouldn't know what he would do.
"Mulder, are you drugged or is he forcing you with
him or anything? I can help." Scully grasped at the
straws available to her.
"I'm sorry. I've been wanting to tell you about him
for some time but I don't know how," Mulder said.
"I couldn't think of anything. It never seemed the
right time. I love him, Scully, I really, honestly
do."
Scully toyed with her gun, kept steady at her side
as she shook her head trying to clear it. All she
wanted was some dried fruit to eat while she saw
"Shakespeare in Love" again and the next thing she
knew she was in the twilight zone with a lovesick
Mulder.
"How," she licked her dry lips, "how long?"
"Do you remember that lead I was following and was
gone for a month? I left the case file on the
coffee table and you ended up investigating it
yourself. Instead of following that lead I went
with Krycek on a cross country tour."
"That, that long?"
Mulder nodded, confirming the last 7 months of
relationship bliss. Sometimes Krycek had to leave
on business, sometimes Mulder but the two of them
always found the time for each other. They both
lived for their moments together.
"Scully, please understand. I know, I know this is
hard to take."
"Hard to take? Hard to take?" Scully nearly
screamed. "You're sleeping with Krycek, KRYCEK. The
enemy, the ones who will keep us from the truth,
the ones who hurt me and you and killed, killed,"
Scully choked. She couldn't say Melissa's name.
"Is he? Or are we? Scully, what I know scares the
shit out of me. They're trying to stop an alien
invasion. Whose the criminal here, us for stopping them or them for trying?"
"Mulder, how can you even say that? Their
criminals. They run over peoples lives like they
don't matter and to them they don't."
"True, but some of them are trying to stop it. What
about the Englishman? He's helped us. What about
Deep Throat or Mr. X? My father worked for these
people because he had to, Alex has to too. He can't
get out, he's trapped. He's just trying to
survive."
"And how many people has he killed trying to
survive? What about your father, what about
Melissa?"
Mulder was about to answer when Krycek interrupted
him. "Do you remember that mysterious phone call
right before Melissa was shot?" Krycek waited
patiently until he saw Scully nod. "That was me. I
was trying to get you out of the house. You didn't
need to be hurt, we just needed that tape back."
"So you beat Skinner up and took it." Scully's gun
rose just a fraction. Mulder stared in wonderment
as his lover turned on his cool charm. He had seen
it in action; soon Krycek would have Scully calm
and reasonable. Krycek would give her what she
wanted.
"Do you know what would have happened if that tape
was released? The nazi death camps would look like
a Girl Scout campout. I've seen these things,
Scully, I've worked with them. They are not human
in every sense of the word. I've seen things,
Scully, terrible, terrible things. Experiments on
humans on their ships, the victim alive and kicking
as they dissect him. I've heard their screams,
Scully, like the cry of a banshee, hundreds of
hundreds of humans used like dogs or mice or rats.
I've tried my best, I've tried to save those that I
could but there are so many of them. Children,
husbands and wives, parents, siblings, so many
people, too many people. People they create as
clones, people they abduct that they never return.
There are places like the Bermuda triangle where
whole villages disappear. And time holds little
sway over them. I've met Romans and ancient Greeks,
medieval choirboys next to Stone Age Indians.
Suspended in animation, frozen in time from when
the black oil infected them. People who no longer
exist or who never really existed at all. People
like me. Do you remember the silo, Scully. I was
almost put into their collection then. I was almost
one of them, like you."
Krycek's voice was a calm, passionate tone. Through
the hand on his back, Mulder could feel Krycek
tremble as he relived the memories. Mulder moved
closer to his lover, trying to give him comfort and
reassurance. He could feel the choking sobs Krycek
was holding back. Mulder leaned around to press a
light kiss on his young lover face and tasted the
acid of saline.
"You were almost part of their collection too, for
a while. Mulder went down to Antarctica with a
vaccine, a vaccine I provided to the consortium. Do
you remember what it was like? Were you conscious?
Did you see those bodies hanging around you? They
have more ships like that. Fleets of them with
bodies from hundreds of years ago to today. If that
tape got out the experiments would have been shut
down, experiments trying to prevent infection,
experiments trying to poison the poisoners. We've
been watching them, monitoring them for years,
trying to figure out what they're doing, trying to
find ways to stop them. We've bought ourselves some
time, Scully. Without that I wouldn't be here, you
wouldn't be here, nor Mulder or Melissa or your
brother or your friends. They would have died a
long time ago or else never been born."
Mulder and Scully both stood still in shock at
Krycek's words. The whole magnitude of the
consperiousy closing in around them.
"We couldn't chance letting any of it out. Little
bits and pieces can be exposed, can be shown the
light but we need to work in darkness, we need the
freedom to buy us more time. It's nearly ended, you
know. The aliens and the rebels are tiring working
in the dark, tiring with working with us. It won't
be long now before we're all memories, memories
that no one will be around to remember."
Scully dropped her gun. She considered Krycek's
words for a few moments before saying something.
"Is," Scully swallowed, "is this all true?"
"Fox agreed to not ask questions, he knew I would
do what was right, you don't. You asked the
questions for him, I answered. I would not lie, I
don't have to."
Scully licked her lips, looking off into the
distance. The weight of the world seemed suddenly
thrust on her shoulders. Through the close touch
Mulder had on Krycek he could feel the younger man
relax. The frantic breathing calmed down and Krycek
wiped the tears off his cheeks.
"You want them to pay for what they did, don't
you," Krycek practically whispered.
Mulder started, knowing what was happening. He'd
seen this too and he was surprised that he didn't
see it coming. Krycek would offer Scully her wish,
fulfill a dark desire for her. Mulder couldn't
belive he was that stupid. He'd seen Krycek put ten
thousand dollars as a tip to struggling college
student once, he'd seen Krycek exact vengence
against a purse snatcher that they happened to run
across. Krycek may not care what happened to
himself but Mulder did.
"Alex," he whispered, "you don't have to do this.
She has her answers."
"Does she, Fox? She may have an answer or two but
what about her sister, what about Emily? She needs
me to do this."
"She needs you to continue your work. You're one of
the few people capable of doing it."
"I know a place we can go, Scully. It's quiet and
out of the way. Nobody will find me there, nobody
will know but you and I."
"What about Mulder?" she asked. The smooth voice
slid over her like a comforting wave, seductive in
its rightness.
"Mulder doesn't have to see. He doesn't have to
know your decision. We can go there, Scully, you
and I, and then you can finally have your
vengence."
Scully's head snapped up. The gun came up just as
quickly. "I don't want vengence, Krycek, I want
justice."
Krycek was taken aback. He was sure Scully wanted
her pound of flesh but instead she wanted to cling
to her old ideals of law and order.
"Hands where I can see them, Krycek," she ordered.
"Scully, what are you doing?"
"Fox, let her."
"I will not. Scully, be resonable. You can't arrest
him. He'll be dead before morning."
"Not if we're there to protect him. I'm not letting
him out of my sight." Scully got out her cuffs and
snapped them on. Soon she was leading a very
agreeable Krycek out the door and to her car.
Mulder followed along in shock.
"Scully, please, don't take him in. Let me have him
back, let him do his job," Mulder pleaded.
Scully turned around, furious at him. "He offered
himself to me. He's letting me do this, Mulder. I
have to do this. Some body has to pay and I have
him." She yelled at Mulder. She wasn't holding onto
Krycek but the young man stood there obediently.
Krycek stood silently behind Scully. His face an
inpersonal mask as he watched the events unfold.
"You can't do this, Scully."
"Yes I can," she retorted. "Don't try to stop me."
"Can I, can I at least come? Make sure nothing happens?"
Scully's face relaxed. She nodded before saying, "I
don't understand all this but somebody has to help
me watch his back if we're going to get anything at
all."
"What about my abduction? Somebody told Duane Berry
where to find me. Was that you?" Scully asked. She
stared hard into Krycek's eyes, willing him to lie,
trying to trip him up.
"Nobody needed to tell Berry where you were. He
followed you."
"How could he follow me? He was in a coma the last
anybody saw."
Krycek leaned forward, he tilted his head until his
chin was pressed into his chest. He tried to reach
behind himself but the unyeilding prostetic held
his arms back.
"About two inches above the base of the skull. A
little to the right," he said.
Scully walked over and started exploring Krycek's
skull past the hair line. Mulder stood up, no
longer leaning against the wall, afraid to go over
there but also afraid to dismiss what was
happening. He silently cursed himself. He had never
asked Krycek about implants.
"There's a small sergical cut here," Scully
remarked.
"Do you feel a small little triangle, almost the
size of a dime? You have to look hard."
"Yes, what is it?"
"An implant. Different technology then the one
Duane Berry had and the one you have, but the
results are the same. The implant is connected to
the brain. When triggered it will influence the
subject to staging areas for the invasion. However,
Berry was able to interact with his. His brain
injury triggered his implant early, that's how he
knew about Skyland mountain. He also discovered
that all implants are linked together. That was how
he was able to track you. You had one of his
implants." Krycek shrugged his shoulders. "After
that, it was like playing Marco Polo with you. He
could 'hear' where you were."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Mulder yelled. He wanted
to shake his young lover, wanted to punch some
reasoning into Krycek. "How long have you been an
alien abductee?"
"I'm not." At their confused looks he continuted.
"I've been involved with the consortium since my
birth. This implant is the latest one in a string
of implants. They can use it to track me, use it to
gain access to my memories, and influence some of
my behavior. Since Duane Berry, I haven't had that
problem much."
"Why not?"
"Berry was able to sense me. He knew I had an
implant, just didn't know I wasn't an alien
abductee. He told me about how it can influence me.
He also told me how to listen, what to listen for.
It's become a powerful wepon for me. I know when
alien ships are in the area or where alien abducees
are. It's taken quite a while to get the hang of
it."
"That was how you were able to avoid Cancerman's
men when you were on the run with the digital tape.
You were able to sense their presence, where they
were tracking you," Mulder said. Krycek didn't
correct his assumption. Some things about his past
were better off burried.
"Can you sense me?" Scully asked.
Krycek nodded. He felt the other woman's presence
like he could feel his left arm. It was a sensation
that he knew was there, could track but wasn't
apart of him. Scully was about the only person he
could track this strongly, besides his twin sister,
because he had to watch out for the woman so much.
"You said you were involved with the consortium
since your birth. Is that because of paternal
influence?" At his affirmitive nod she continued.
"Does Mulder have such implants?"
Mulder started. He had never thought about the fact
that his father, a known member of the consortium,
had had him implanted with one of those chips. He
started getting angry at Krycek. Despite their pack
of not asking questions, there were some things he
felt he had a right to know. His trust in his young
lover was being shaken, hard.
"No, they couldn't dare to implant Mulder, though
his sister has one. Teena Mulder was paranoid
enough to take Mulder to the doctors regularily,
checking to see if he had implants. After he joined
the FBI they couldn't risk it either because he was
axident prone. The implant is best if it remains
innocuous. With Mulder, it would quickly be
discovered and removed. That's why consortium
assighed agents, such as Reggie Purdue, Krishgau,
Joseph McGrath, Pheobe Green, Diana Fowley, you,
Scully, and myself were partnered with him. They
were given orders to keep an eye on him, though
they may not have known why. Other agents such as
Scott Ostelhoff would be used from time to time to
keep an eye on you." Krycek didn't elaborate how
far the people in his life were involved in
consortium affairs. Ms. Green, being patroned by
the Englishman, was an unpleasent memory to Mulder.
His older lover didn't need to know just how much
the consortium monitored his behaivior.
"My sister has an implant? Why didn't you tell me?
You could lead me right to her."
"It doesn't work that way, Mulder. I have to know
what somebody "feels" like to tell who it is. If it
were that simple I would have led you to your
sister years ago.
> Section Chief Blevins worked for the consortium
> before he was killed. Of
> course there are Mulder's dead informants Deep
> Throat and Mr. X.
>
> Jeffrey Spender was young and worked for them. I
> cannot think of anyone
> else.
There was also Darius Michaud from the movie.
Krycek sat silently on the cot in the cell. The
moon light filetered through the bars on the
window, casing shadows over his face. Looking up
and out he didn't feel the over whelming urge to
run, to escape. For a few instants he felt at
peace, like he was waiting for the inevitible.
The cell door opened and the large shadow of
Skinner fell across from him.
"Agents Mulder and Scully have taken your testemony
back to Hoover to be recorded and checked against
existing files."
Krycek nodded at Skinner's words. He knew that was
what the agents would be doing. He'd handed them a
lot of what the consortium had done while working
with and against them.
"It will disapper in the morning, won't it?"
Krycek nodded again. Despite the recent exposure of
most of the consortium some factions lived on.
Networks that went deeper then even Cancerman knew
about still existed and functioned. Secrateries and
janitors one of the most useful agents of the
entire group. Even Krycek didn't know them all
though he tried to keep tabs on their work.
Krycek stood up and walked across the room. Skinner
stood there blocking the door.
"You want to protect them, don't you," Krycek
stated. His voice was smooth and soft with the
knowledge of what Skinner wanted. "You want to
understand as much as they do. You want to know the
whole reson behind this charade."
Skinner glared at the younger man. "I want the
answers, Krycek," he growled. His A.D. voice having
no effect over the young man.
"The questions lead to answers which lead to
questions which lead to answers that no longer
exist." Krycek tilted his head, his jade green eyes
boaring into the soul of the A.D. "But you want to
keep them safe." At Skinner's nod Krycek continued,
"I've kept them safe this long. They won't die,
Skinner."
Skinner grabbed Krycek around the throat. His
fingers slid easily around the delicate curvature
of the young man's flesh. Both their bodies slammed
into the back wall of the cell as Skinner lifted
Krycek off his feet, pressing into his neck. The
flesh squished readily between his constricting
fingers. Almost idly Krycek clawed at Skinner's
wrist, trying to get him to let go. Panic and fear
traded just as readily as relief on Krycek's face
as Skinner watched the young man grow pale.
Chocolate brown eyes met jade green ones. In that
instant understanding passed from one man to
another. Krycek would let Skinner kill him and
somehow passing on a torch that Skinner couldn't
find himself picking up. Krycek had killed to keep
Mulder safe just as the young man had killed to
keep Skinner safe. It was something that Skinner
couldn't see himself doing. He'd already had too
much of death. He had seen and killed in the
recessed jungles of Vietnam. He wasn't the same man
he was then but Krycek was. It was frightening to
see himself reflected in those Jade eyes. To see
the deturmined will to live but also the tiredness
of death. It was a part of the older man that he
had left long ago, somebody just trying to survive
and keep all his buddies alive with him.
Skinner let go of Krycek, letting the younger man
fall limply to the floor. Skinner sat heavily on
the cot in the cell, watching the young man for his
next move.
Krycek coughed a few times. His breath sounding
like a loud wheeze in his bruised throat. Slowly he
rose from the floor and approched Skinner. "I won't
let them die, Skinner."
"I know," Skinner said dejectedly. He felt the soft
touch of delicate fingers trace from ear to cheek.
At the touch Skinner looked up once more to see the
beautiful, seductive angle who was both sinner and
saint. Krycek leaned down to lightly brush his lips
against Skinner's large forehead. Breifly Skinner
thought he heard the words "Thank you" before he
felt something impact into his skull and was
swallowed by darkness.
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