Date: Thu, 26 Mar 1998 19:03:48 -0500
From: "Richard E. Wahlquist" <74720.1275@compuserve.com>
Subject: Two's Company(1/2) Ruth Burr
I didn't write this, just posting it for the author, who sadly doesn't have
e-mail. Send me the comments, though, and I'll make sure they get to her.
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Title: Twos Company
Author: Ruth Burr
E-Mail:dkscully@softhome.net
Content: Mulder/Krycek Slash, MSR, Rape
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance,
Classification: TR
Summary: Krycek kidnaps Mulder to keep him safe, but is that really what he
wants?
Disclaimer: Mulder, Krycek, and the rest of the gang belong to the genius
man, more commonly known as Chris Carter. Chris-if youre reading this,
CALL ME!!! I borrowed the characters, but I swear Ill put em back. The
story is mine, all mine, hahahahaha!!! Oh. Sorry. Post this if ya want,
but put my name on it always, please. Comments are welcome and a sequel is
forthcoming.
TWO'S COMPANY
by Ruth
The bartender looked around the bar with satisfaction. Empty. Ten more
minutes and he'd close early. Just then, one of the local girls walked in.
She was underage, only about seventeen in fact, but no one denied Chloe
Sains passage. She was too unpredictable and too dangerous for that.
"What can I get for you, Chloe?"
"Nothing, sweetie, I don't drink. I'm just waiting for.. a client."
The bartender laughed to himself. In the old days, that girl's `clients'
were lonely men with money to spend. Now, they were anyone who needed a
criminal mastermind--and fast.
A youngish man strode up to the counter and perched on the stool next to
the girl. The bartender suddenly became very engrossed in cleaning
glasses.
"I need your services, Ms. Sains."
"Please. Call me Chloe." She laughed. "I've got the skills if you've got
the means to pay for them. Out of curiosity, what kind of job is it?"
The young man smiled. "It's rather hard to explain. Let's just say you
won't be bored."
"What kind of body count are we talking?"
"Zero."
The girl flipped her bleached blonde hair over her shoulder, betraying her
interest. "Zero body count, but I won't be bored? Intriguing."
"What do you charge?" the man inquired.
"How much you got?"
"I don't have much money, but I can offer you, shall we say, other
services..?" his voice trailed off meaningfully.
"I can see that," she answered, running her eyes up and down his lean,
muscular body.
"I do have one fault," the man said in a low voice.
"What's that?" Chloe asked teasingly.
He put his left arm up on the bar. The bartender stifled a gasp. The man
had a fake arm!
Chloe bit her lip, considering. Then she winked at the bartender and
grinned at the man. "All right. I'm in. What's your name, cutie?"
The man grinned back. "Alex. Alex Krycek."
~~~~~
"Oh, come on, Mulder," Dana Scully protested to her partner. "Why do I
have sit on this council? It's your kind of thing."
Mulder flashed her his patented thousand--watt smile, guaranteed to coax
Scully into doing some ludicrous weird thing. Like go with him to the
middle of nowhere to autopsy a mutant goat. Or risk her career by sneaking
into a military base. Or... lots of stupid stuff, actually. In this case,
he wanted her to go serve on a council of agents to hear testimony and see
evidence indicating alien activity. "My answer is no," she said.
He leaned forward in his chair and gave her his best wounded puppy dog
look. "Please, Scully? It won't be the same without you." Scully
scowled, even though inside she was melting for him. "Pleeease," he
begged. "I'll treat you to dinner and dancing at the place of your
choice."
Scully allowed herself the barest hint of a smile. "All right, all right,
I'll do it," she said. To herself, she was screaming yes! I finally have a
date with Mulder!
"Great," Mulder replied, thinking yes! I finally have a date with Scully!
It was going to be a really great day.
~~~~~
Krycek sat at the table with Chloe in the living room of his rented
apartment. Scattered over the tabletop were papers and plans detailing a
very complicated scheme. Chloe sat back and rubbed her eyes. "That's it,
then. The plan is set."
Krycek nodded wordlessly, going over the plan, checking for any flaws.
Chloe got up and stood next to him. He remained seated, not even looking
at her. "Don't you ever do anything but work, Alex?" she asked
suggestively.
He looked up at her, and his dark eyes met hers. She leaned down and
kissed him hungrily. He kissed her back with the same intensity. As he
stood up, still kissing her, he ran his hand up the back of her thigh. She
locked her arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe to reach his mouth. He
pushed her roughly against the wall, lifting her up as her legs wrapped
around his waist. His tongue traced her jawline down to her throat as he
removed his shirt, then her shirt and bra. His back arched as her breasts
pressed against his chest. She unbuttoned his jeans, stroking his erect
penis.
Chloe made a small exclamation of delight. Krycek laughed and slid his
hands up her legs, drawing off her skirt and panties. Gently he slipped
into her.
"Harder, Alex," she moaned into his ear. He obeyed her, and drove into her
as hard as he could. She wrapped her legs tighter about his strong waist
as he stabbed powerfully into her again and again. He held her tightly and
moved his mouth delicately over her face. With one finger, she toyed with
his rock--hard nipples. He uttered a low cry and bent to kiss her neck.
Their bodies moved as one with each thrust. Chloe clawed her hands down
his back, grabbing his tight ass. He gasped loudly and she could feel his
body growing even hotter. Finally, he came like a rocket within her. She
screamed his name as she came.
They sank to the floor, a tangle of arms and legs. Chloe ran her fingers
through Krycek's dark hair. "You're beautiful, Alex," she whispered. He
smiled and tried to answer, but she silenced him. "Strictly business,
right?" she said. Without waiting for an answer, she got up, collected her
clothes, and went into the other room.
"Damn," Krycek murmured as he watched her go.
~~~~~
The music was pumped. The food was excellent. But that wasn't what made
Buckley's Mulder's favorite club at the moment.
The redhead across from him did that.
"So, Scully," Mulder asked. "Did you like your first day as a council
member?"
"It was OK," Scully replied, taking a bite of her salad. "But seriously,
Mulder, do you really think any of those people are telling the truth?"
"You never know," Mulder answered with that grin that Scully found so
irresistible. Then, changing the subject, he asked, "How's your salad?"
"It's good," Scully said, wishing she was better at small talk. "I'm not a
big fan of fennel, but other than that it's good."
"Good," Mulder answered. There was an awkward pause as they tried to think
of something to say. Luckily, the music said it for them.
"MMMbop!" Scully cried. "I love this song! Come on, Mulder, let's go
dance!" She grabbed Mulder's hand and pulled him out on the dance floor.
Mulder watched her as they danced, realizing that he had never seen Scully
sing along with anything before. Yet there she was, dancing and belting
out MMMbop's unintelligible lyrics, which she apparently knew by heart.
The music changed to a slow romantic song. Mulder took Scully in his arms,
thinking I can't believe this is happening. As they leaned toward each
other, time seemed to stop. Finally, their lips met and their tongues
caressed each other.
~~~~~
Back at Scully's building, Mulder kissed her cheek. "Thank you for a
wonderful evening, Dana."
"You, um, you want to come up?" she asked hesitantly.
"Sure."
Mulder had been in Scully's apartment a zillion times before, but he felt
like he was seeing it for the first time. He laid his coat on a chair and
looked around, but his eyes kept going back to Scully.
"Do you want anything to drink?" Scully asked, walking toward the kitchen.
Mulder responded by grabbing her and kissing her savagely. She kissed him
back with all the passion she'd been denying for so long. Their kisses
grew deeper as Mulder pushed her down on the couch. He started to slide
his hand under her skirt--
"No, Fox," she said softly, half wishing he wouldn't hear her.
But Mulder was a gentleman. He sat back with a puzzled look on his face.
"No?"
Scully sighed and stood up. "I'm sorry, Fox. But this is our first date.
We should wait."
He stood as well. "You're right. I should be the one to apologize."
There was an embarrassed silence before Mulder said "Goodnight, Dana," and
bent to kiss her cheek. She turned her face so that his lips brushed hers.
He smiled his gorgeous smile at her and left. She shut her door and stood
there for a long moment.
Mulder walked back out to his car, his lips still warm from Scully's kiss.
His mood dissipated when he saw the white paper stuck between his
windshield wipers. A ticket? For what? he thought angrily, snatching the
paper up.
It wasn't a ticket.
Mulder-
Don't go to that
council
meeting tomorrow.
Your
life may depend on
it.
-a friend
Mulder felt the sudden chill of fear that comes with the knowledge that you
are being watched. "Screw that," he muttered. The only thing that could
put him in danger at that meeting was the truth, and he'd be damned if he
let himself be scared away from that.
~~~~~
"This council hearing will now come to order," the chairperson announced.
"May I remind all present that we are not here to be made a mockery of.
Please do not approach unless.." He droned on. Scully wasn't really
paying attention. She was too busy playing footsie with Mulder.
The first person came up, presented their evidence, and sat down. The
second did the same. The hearing dragged on and on, with improbable
stories of abductions and sightings. After a long while, a bailiff came
and whispered in Mulder's ear.
"Got a phone call," he said quietly. "I'll be right back." Scully nodded
and tried to focus on the hearing.
In the lobby, Mulder picked up the waiting phone. "Hello?"
Silence.
"Hello?" he tried again. "Is anybody there?"
Just then, a muffled boom came from inside the courtroom...
~~~~~
Mulder sighed wearily as he climbed the stairs to his apartment. It had
been an extremely long day, what with the hearing, and then the explosion.
The maintenance crews decided a gas main had blown, and the hearing had
been postponed until tomorrow. Luckily, no one had been killed, although
several had severe burns, and quite a few more had minor injuries.
Including his beautiful Scully. It made him furious to think someone had
harmed her, even if it was just some slight burns. Fumbling for his key,
Mulder muttered, "Who did this? And why would they send me that note?"
He hadn't even closed the door when the attack came. He was tackled from
behind and pushed face first into the wall. In one swift movement, his
sidearm was torn away. For a moment, he was too startled to react, but
then he fought for all he was worth. He and the intruder struggled for a
moment before the man shoved the gun's barrel into the back of Mulder's
skull.
Mulder held still, panting from exertion, feeling the heightening of senses
that comes with danger. He was acutely aware of his assailant's hot breath
on the back of his neck, and the cold steel of the gun. But most of all,
he was aware of the hard strength of the other man's erection against his
thigh. He felt the invader's tongue slide down his neck before he was
struck over the head with a solid object. Then, everything went black.
~~~~~
When Mulder awoke, he found himself staring into dark eyes that peered at
him from a handsome face he had come to hate.
Krycek.
Mulder tried to lunge at him only to find his hands cuffed above his head
to a bar set into the wall. He struggled against the cuffs, but just
succeeded in chafing his wrists. "You unsurpassed sonofabitching bastard,"
he hissed, his face and voice conveying pure loathing.
Krycek stood up, obviously trying to conceal his anger and hurt. "Calm
down, Agent Mulder," he said with false composure. "You'll hurt yourself."
"Hurt myself?" Mulder cried. "What about the people hurt by the bomb you
set off at the courthouse? Five people have serious burns, and a lot more
are injured, including Scully! I'm surprised no one was killed, the way you
operate. I-"
"Shut up, goddammit!" Krycek shouted angrily, slapping him across the face.
"Listen to me! I didn't set the bomb. I didn't know exactly what would
happen. I just knew that today at 10:25 they would try to stop the
hearing. So at 10:24 I called you, to make sure you were out of the room,
and a good thing I did, too."
"So you kidnapped me to save me."
"Yes!"
"Well, here I am. Safe. So let me go."
"I can't do that, Mulder. You have to stay here until this stage of our
plans is carried out. We don't want anything to happen to you."
"Why not? So you can have the pleasure of killing me yourself?"
"I don't want to kill you, Mulder," Krycek said, so quietly Mulder could
barely hear him.
"Then why bring me here? Why does it always have to be me you pick on?
Can't you go terrorize some other agent?" All the helpless rage that
Mulder had felt since his father's death came pouring out.
Krycek knelt down and closed in until he was mere inches away from Mulder's
face. "For one thing," he hissed, "you are very important to my cause. I
can't have you going to those hearings, because if you die, part of the
resistance's plans dies, too. For another thing..."
His voice trailed off. Gazing at his prisoner, he smoothed back a lock of
Mulder's hair that had fallen in his eyes during his struggles. The
tenderness of this gesture startled Mulder, who had come to think of Krycek
as an unfeeling monster. He scanned his face, trying to read this unstable
man's emotions. Then, the unthinkable happened.
Krycek cupped Mulder's chin in his hand and brushed Mulder's lips with his
own. Mulder jerked with shock and struggled to control his revulsion as he
kissed him again, harder. As though sensing his discomfort, Krycek broke
the kiss. He stared at Mulder for a minute and caressed his hair again.
Then he bent forward and Mulder was afraid he was going to kiss him again,
but instead he leaned to whisper in his ear.
"I could be good for you, Fox," he said huskily. He licked Mulder's
earlobe and bit it lightly before rising and going into the next room.
Mulder let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Dazed, he went
over and over the scene in his mind, trying to think of any other
explanation for what had happened. He knew it was useless, but he didn't
want to accept the reality of his situation.
Mulder was no longer afraid that Krycek would kill him.
He was afraid he would do something just as twisted.
~~~~~
"Agent Scully," Skinner said as he walked into her hospital room. "How are
you feeling?"
"Good," she said. "I'm a little sleepy. They gave me a pretty powerful
sedative. But other than that, I feel fine. Where's Mulder?"
Skinner cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Umm..."
Scully sat up, alarmed. "What? What's wrong? Where's Mulder?"
"Well...we don't really know where he is. He wasn't answering his cell
phone, and when we went to his apartment, the door was wide open. Nothing
was taken, but we found his phone on the floor, next to some drops of
blood." Skinner stopped at the look on Scully's face. Awkwardly, he
patted her shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm sure we'll find him. I'll tell
you the second there's any news." He left quickly, glad to get away from
her anguished blue eyes.
Scully remained silent until he left. Even then, she sat rigid for a
moment, thinking, this is a dream. If I just wait a minute I'll wake up.
Mulder just couldn't be missing. Not so soon after they found each other.
It wasn't possible. First the bombing, now this...
She pressed her hands against her eyes, willing herself not to become
hysterical. Mulder was a big boy. He could take care of himself. He'd be
back in her arms again very soon. And when he was, well... She let her
mind wander over the many ways she would make Mulder happy when he got
home. Her last thought as she drifted off to sleep was man, those
sedatives really work!
~~~~~
End part one
I didn't write this, just posting it for the author, who sadly doesn't have
e-mail. Send me the comments, though, and I'll make sure they get to her.
--------------------------------
Title: Twos Company
Author: Ruth Burr
E-Mail:dkscully@softhome.net
Content: Mulder/Krycek Slash, MSR, Rape
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance,
Classification: TR
Summary: Krycek kidnaps Mulder to keep him safe, but is that really what he
wants?
Disclaimer: Mulder, Krycek, and the rest of the gang belong to the genius
man, more commonly known as Chris Carter. Chris-if youre reading this,
CALL ME!!! I borrowed the characters, but I swear Ill put em back. The
story is mine, all mine, hahahahaha!!! Oh. Sorry. Post this if ya want,
but put my name on it always, please. Comments are welcome and a sequel is
forthcoming.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Mulder didn't know when he had dozed off, but when he woke up it was
daylight. A teenaged girl in a really tight miniskirt was sitting at the
table reading the paper. She reminded him of the "working girls" that hung
out on street corners, but at least she wasn't Krycek.
"Hey," Mulder said, his parched throat making it difficult. "Who are you?"
The girl looked up and said, "Oh, you're awake." She got up and walked
over to hold a glass of water to his lips. He drank greedily, thankfully.
When he had finished, she wiped away the water he had spilled in drinking
without the use of his hands.
"Who are you?" he asked again.
"I'm Chloe," she responded.
"Chloe," he repeated. "I'm Fox." Maybe if he made friends with this girl,
she could get him out of this. It was worth a shot, and he was scared and
vulnerable enough that the dignity that usually kept him from begging was
gone. He gazed at her beseechingly with his large hazel eyes. "Please,
Chloe," he pleaded. "Please help me."
She smiled at him, and her smile was not without pity. "I'm sorry, sugar,
but Alex would have a fit."
Mulder's spirits sank. "You mean Krycek," he said quietly, remembering the
previous night's disturbing encounter.
"Whatever," she said. "He certainly interested in you, for someone he's
not on a first-name basis with."
"You have no idea how interested he is," Mulder muttered.
"Oh, don't I?" she snorted. "Let me tell you something, Mulder. Even when
he's fucking me he's wishing it was you. Oh, don't look so surprised," she
said, noting Mulder's startled expression. "Of course he's fucking me.
You don't think he has enough money to pay for services of my caliber, do
you?"
Something clicked in Mulder's brain. Something he had seen on a Wanted
poster. "You're Chloe Sains, aren't you?" he asked, though it was more a
statement than a question.
She raised one plucked eyebrow. "My, you do get around. Yeah, I'm Chloe
Sains. I suppose you saw my poster. My early work." She wrinkled her
nose. "Sloppy."
Mulder swallowed hard, remembering the long list of crimes accompanying
that poster, and decided to change the subject. "So..where's Krycek?"
She shrugged, which was pretty impressive considering the tininess of her
tube top. "He went to the store or something."
He tried to conceal his relief. At least if Krycek was going to come on to
him again, it wouldn't be in the immediate future.
His hands were really starting to hurt from being cuffed above his head all
night. He squirmed uncomfortably on the hard wooden floor and looked up at
his fingers, which he could barely feel. By the time he gave up trying to
get comfortable, she had gone into the other room.
Mulder closed his eyes and tried to take his mind far away from his body.
His thoughts flew to the one comfort he knew he'd always have: Scully.
God, he loved her. When they first met, he had wanted her, yes, but only
because she was so beautiful. Lovely, he corrected himself. She was
lovely. Even then, she had been lovely. But now he knew her, had seen her
stand by him at the expense of her career, her reputation. That was what
made him love her. He thought about their date, her eager kisses. What
had made her pull back from him? Unless..
No, thought Mulder. She loves me. I know she does. He thought of her,
imagined her holding him, whispering, "Fox, I love you. I only stopped
you that time to test you." He imagined kissing her lips, pictured their
bodies intertwining, their hands moving over each other and...
Hands. His hands had fallen asleep from lack of blood, and felt as though
white-hot needles were being shoved into them. Oh, well, Mulder mused
wryly. At least I get to take a break from work.
~~~~~
Scully had never been one to sit idly. And when Mulder went missing, she
became a workaholic. Mulder was the same with her. Skinner had noted this
unusual bond between the two. He knew that if he forbade her to look for
Mulder, she'd do it anyway, and just get mad at anyone who tried to stop
her. So Skinner decided to leave her alone and let her search. Knowing
her, she'd find her partner.
The second she was out of the hospital, Scully rushed to Mulder's
apartment. The forensics guys had only picked up one fingerprint that
wasn't Mulder's, but that was hers and a couple weeks old.
Scully was confident that she'd find him. She had to. She loved him, and
needed him. There in his apartment, Dana Scully mad an oath to herself. I
swear I will fuck Fox Mulder before I die, she said silently.
~~~~~
Mulder was really hungry by the time Krycek got back. He came striding in
holding a paper bag, gave Mulder only a passing glance, and turned
immediately to Chloe. They held a whispered conversation on the contents
of the bag before Krycek looked over at Mulder and said, "Feed him, will
you?"
She stared at him coolly. "I'm your employee, not your slave," she said in
a dangerously soft voice.
Krycek gave her a contemptuous look. "Please get him something to eat," he
said sarcastically, "since you're the one who knows where everything is."
She complied sulkily, going into the kitchen. Mulder watched Krycek warily
until Chloe returned with a bowl of soup. Krycek took the bowl from her,
saying, "Thanks." He seemed to be about to say something else but she spun
on her heel and went into the bedroom.
Krycek turned back to his captive. "Hungry?" he asked mockingly. Mulder
looked at the floor and nodded. Krycek knelt and fed him the soup with a
spoon. He ate hungrily, slurping a bit. For some reason, he found it hard
to look Krycek in the eye.
"It's humiliating, being at someone else's mercy, isn't it," Krycek asked
with a sneer. "Particularly if that person is your enemy." He paced the
room for a minute, then stopped and faced Mulder.
"I don't want to be your enemy, Mulder. That's why I'm being so nice to
you. The only problem is, you never showed me the same courtesy.
Remember? You handcuffed me and starved me and then took me to Skinner,
who, let me remind you, beat the shit out of me. Then, you took me to
Tunguska. I don't need to tell you what happened there," he continued,
holding up his useless false arm. "So then, I think, what should I do to
get rid of my anger over all that? And I find the answer. Do you know
what that is?"
"What?" Mulder asked, striving to keep the fear out of his voice.
Krycek answered with a hard swift kick to the soft flesh of Mulder's belly.
He kicked him several more times, the pointed toes of his boots stabbing
like a knife.
Mulder grimaced against the fire in his gut and waited until his vision
cleared. When it did, he found himself staring up at Krycek. The chiseled
features of his abuser's face softened, and he said very softly, "Sometimes
I wish I could make you really suffer, the way I have, but I just can't do
it." Then, perhaps to make Mulder more comfortable, he unlocked the cuffs,
relocking them behind Mulder's back. The rush of blood back into his arms
was so wonderfully painful Mulder had to shut his eyes against the
sensation. He opened his eyes and looked Krycek straight in the face,
whispering, "Thank you."
Krycek nodded and walked slowly from the room.
~~~~~
Scully rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock. It was only 10:13 pm, but
she felt the most tired she had since her cancer. Where could Mulder be?
She had no leads, and no sources. No evidence to speak of at all. There
was nothing she could do. The man she loved would die, and she wouldn't
even be able to see him again.
It was the first time she had cried herself to sleep in twenty years.
~~~~~
Mulder woke from his nightmare-ridden sleep to the sound of voices. His
captors were conversing heatedly behind their bedroom door, which was open
an inch. Mulder could hear their voices, but not what they were saying.
If I could get closer, maybe I could hear their plans for me, he thought.
If only I wasn't -hey! Mulder had made a very interesting discovery: he
was no longer secured to the bar. He was still handcuffed, and his feet
were still tied together, but he could move from his place by the wall.
Slowly, Mulder half-wriggled, half-rolled towards the door. The
conversation between Krycek and Chloe was still going on, he could tell,
but there were long gaps where nothing was said. During one of those gaps,
Mulder finally made it to the door and peered in. He was stunned at what
he saw.
They were lying together in bed, nude. Chloe's head was between Krycek's
muscular thighs as her mouth worked furiously. He was breathing heavily,
his hands clenched into fists. As Mulder watched, horrified, Krycek arched
his back and gave a long, low moan.
Mulder was about to go back to the living room when the other man's eyes
fell on him. He stared at Mulder lustfully, licking his lips. Mulder
could see a tremor run through the other man's body as he stared at him,
and he suddenly felt unclean, like someone had violated his privacy. He
couldn't crawl away fast enough, and the unlikely pair's aroused cries as
they came echoed in his ears.
Back in the living room, Mulder slumped against the wall. He was shaking
so hard he could barely sit up. The way Krycek had looked at him scared
him badly. He knew that being seen probably meant he'd be cuffed in his
old position again, too. Forget the movies--having your hands above your
head for that long hurt. A lot. Not that having them behind your back was
much better, but at least this way he wasn't risking nerve damage.
If I don't end up raped or dead it'll be a miracle, Mulder thought. No one
could possibly know where he was, and Captain Communist and his friend the
psychopathic whore wouldn't keep him alive forever.
He missed Scully so bad his chest hurt.
~~~~~
Scully woke the next morning in a bad mood. A very bad mood. She had
failed Mulder, and now she was going to have to ask for help from paranoid
computer geeks.
The Lone Gunmen were glad to see her, especially Frohike. "Always a
pleasure to see the beautiful Agent Scully," he said, ushering her into
their "office."
"You weren't followed, were you?" Langly asked. Scully decided not to
answer such an absurd question. "Have you guys heard anything about
Mulder?" she asked.
"Um, kind of," Frohike answered. "Byers, show her what we've got."
"Well," Byers began, sliding his computer chair over to one of the
monitors, "we don't have anything definite. We do have several reports of
government tests being done in the area. They're using humans as guinea
pigs."
"What better way to get rid of an agent like Mulder than to test him to
death?"
"I'll keep that in mind," Scully said, trying with all her might not to
laugh. "Anything else?"
"Yeah!" Byers said enthusiastically. "A source of ours-"
"-Who shall remain anonymous," Frohike interjected.
"-Told us about a man who's on the inside of the consortium," Byers
continued, not seeming to notice the interruption.
"Was on the inside," Langly corrected. "Apparently, he quit and went to
work for the KGB. Spent some time in a research facility in, um, Tung
something-"
"Tunguska," Byers broke in.
"Right. Anyway, our source says that now, he's back in the states, and
that he's hooked up with Chloe Sains, you know, who assassinated that
ganglord last year? Her. He also says that these two are working
together, and there's an FBI agent involved."
"If I were you, I wouldn't tangle with that girl," Frohike advised. "She's
killed more people than I even know. Very tough cookie. Better let the
men handle it," he added, puffing out his chest.
"I'll do that," Scully said, not bothering to hide her smile. "Any other
things I should know?"
"Um, the insider guy is supposedly somewhere in DC," Byers said. "And--oh
yeah!--he only has one arm."
A chill ran down Scully's spine. That sounded like-no, it couldn't be.
She thanked the trio for their "help" and went on her way.
That was it. She had no one else to go to. She parked her car in front of
a small cafe and started to cry. "Dammit, Mulder," she whispered. "I need
you. What am I supposed to do?"
She dried her eyes and took a deep, calming breath. I need coffee, she
thought to herself.
She got up and strode into the coffee shop. She took the last counter
seat, between a bald man and a group of what looked like prostitutes. She
was halfway through her coffee when she overheard part of the whores's
conversation.
"-and I'm telling you guys, this Alex dude is intense! I don't even mind
about the fake arm thing, because let me tell you, he's one wild ride," the
skinny blonde in the go-go boots was saying. Scully leaned over slightly
to catch more of what she was saying.
"-the only problem is, he's obsessed with this Mulder guy. I mean, not
like I care, but it's kind of insulting. It's like 24-7, the dude's on his
mind. And I'm like, Alex-"
"Excuse me," Scully interrupted, "but I couldn't help overhearing and I was
wondering if you were talking about an acquaintance of mine. Alex Krycek?"
The girl looked her up and down, and Scully felt all of a sudden prim and
dowdy in her maroon suit, standing next to these girls with their
outrageous clothing. "Who wants to know?" the girl asked distrustfully.
Scully was starting to sweat. If the Lone Gunmen were right, then this
person would become very dangerous if she thought the FBI was sniffing
around. She chose her words carefully. "I'm Dana," she said disarmingly.
"And that means what to me?"
"Well, was I right? Were you talking about Alex Krycek? And did I hear
you mention Fox Mulder? How is Fox, anyway?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," the girl said in an irritated
voice. "Now, if you'll excuse me.."
Scully watched as she exited the cafe. If she doesn't know something about
Mulder, I'll eat my gun, she thought. I'd better follow her.
~~~~~
"Well," Krycek said, "it seems I have a spy on my hands." Mulder swallowed
heavily, wondering if the look on Krycek's face was anger or amusement.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Krycek taunted.
"Not half as much as you did," Mulder replied.
Krycek smiled wryly. "Chloe's an...interesting kid." He sat on the floor
across from Mulder, on his level. "She's not the best I've had, but she's
diverting. Have ever had that done to you?" he asked, glancing sidelong at
Mulder.
"Yeah," said Mulder warily.
"She's good at it," Krycek said. "However, I consider myself an expert."
Casually, he put his hand on Mulder's knee. Mulder broke out in a cold
sweat as Krycek slid his hand up his leg. He tried to struggle, using all
the strength of a desperate man. Krycek struck him hard across the mouth.
"Listen, Fox," he hissed. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have
to."
"Fuck you, Krycek!" Mulder yelled.
Krycek grinned at him. "Exactly," he said, pressing his lips against
Mulder's. His tongue felt very weird in Mulder's mouth. Oh my God,
thought Mulder, he's gonna rape me and I can't stop him. In desperation,
Mulder started kicking and trying to scream, anything to stop this horrible
act.
Krycek bit his tongue. Really hard. The pain brought tears to his eyes,
and he stopped struggling. Krycek pulled back and smiled at him. "See?"
he said. "It's easier this way."
The nightmarish kiss continued. Fear was nothing new to Mulder, but he'd
never experienced anything like this. He knew Krycek had a switchblade in
his pocket, and would probably kill him once he was through with his body.
Please, let this be over soon, Mulder pleaded silently. Krycek continued
to kiss him. His hand strayed to Mulder's jeans, undoing the button and
pulling down the zipper. "No, oh God please, don't do this," he begged as
Krycek bent his mouth to Mulder's throat. Then his hand was inside his
boxers, warm against his skin. "No," Mulder whispered.
Krycek began to stroke him gently. "Come on, Fox," he urged. Mulder could
feel his body reacting to Krycek's touch in spite of the disgust he felt.
Krycek kissed his mouth again as he fondled him. Mulder closed his eyes
and thought about Scully.
He heard his tormentor laugh as he grew harder. He wished he could come so
this violation would be over, but once again his body disobeyed him.
Krycek withdrew his hand and slipped around behind Mulder, pulling him into
his lap. He could feel Krycek's erect penis pressing against him.
"DON'T!" Mulder screamed, trying to wriggle out of his arms.
"Shhh, Fox," Krycek whispered. He pressed his false hand against Mulder's
mouth, holding it shut. "I promise I'll be gentle with you, since it's
your first time."
Mulder whimpered in fear and humiliation as Krycek slid his hand down his
torso. Oh God oh God oh god o god ogod ogodogodogod...
There was a pounding at the door. "What the.." Krycek muttered. A
familiar voice called out, "Open up! Federal agent!"
Mulder tore his head free from the prosthetic. "Scully!" he cried, joy
fireworking through him.
"Shit," he heard Krycek whisper. Dumping Mulder on the floor, he grabbed a
few belongings and ran out the back just before Scully burst in.
"Mulder!" she cried, rushing to his side. "Are you okay?"
"I am now," he said. She uncuffed and untied him, helping him to his feet.
He took a moment to zip up his jeans and get himself together.
"Oh, Mulder," she wailed, "I was so scared! I thought I'd never see you
again...Mulder, I love you."
He grabbed her by the shoulders, staring into her eyes. "Tell me again."
"I love you, Mulder." She was weeping now. "I love you. I love you. I
love you." She stopped, wiping her eyes. "Say something."
"Scully," he said, then stopped. Who needed words? Five minutes ago he
had been about to be raped. Now, he was in love.
They kissed for a long time.
~~~~~
When they got through with the crime reports, the hospital reports, and all
the usual rigmarole, the two found themselves in their basement office.
"Mulder," Scully exclaimed in wonder, "this is where we first met!"
"Isn't that a line from a movie?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"I guess."
"Wow. Scully goes to movies. This calls for a celebration."
She laughed. "Sounds good. My place or yours?"
So, once again, there they were in Scully's apartment. Except this time
there would be no withdrawing. Just Mulder and Scully, as happy as two
people alone and in love can be.
These were the thoughts on both their minds as she unlocked the door. She
took his hand and led him through the apartment, past the living room into
her bedroom. She laughed as he caught her in his strong arms and carried
her to the bed, laying her down gently.
He kissed her once, then pulled away slightly. "You're sure about this?"
he asked. She responded by pulling him down beside her, kissing him
deeply. Mulder mused that her touch was gentle and soft, not like Krycek's
rough, demanding embrace. He looked at her and felt love rising within
him.
That wasn't the only thing that was rising. He fumbled with the buttons on
her dress. Impatiently, she tugged it off and started on Mulder's clothes.
Soon, there was nothing between them. Scully ran her fingers lightly over
his penis, thinking, wow. Mulder was thinking approximately the same thing
as his bare skin pressed against hers. He wrapped his arms around her,
whispering, "You know, I think this is against some sort of FBI protocol."
She silenced him with a kiss, teasing his nipples with her fingers as she
did so. He rolled on top of her, their breaths mingling. She spread her
legs for him, guiding his penetration. A small noise escaped her lips.
Mulder pushed into her again and moaned in sheer pleasure. She responded
eagerly, clutching him to her and kissing him fiercely. Scully tangled her
hands in Mulder's hair, rolling until she was on top, riding his slim hips.
He arched toward her as he thrust, like he wanted to touch as much of her
as possible. The body she had admired for so long was finally hers.
Mulder gave a sharp, wordless cry of elation. Scully echoed it with a cry
of her own. Their fucking reached a fevered pace before the release, the
lovers coming at the same time.
Mulder detached himself from her, holding her close to him. He could hear
her sigh contentedly as she snuggled up next to him. He knew that should
he dream of the hell he had endured, Scully would be beside him to comfort
him. He smiled drowsily down at her. She looked up at him and said, "I
can hear your heart."
He replied truthfully, "you are my heart."
They fell asleep the happiest they'd ever been.