12/22/99
Coming Home
by Araxdelan

Disclaimer- See those tattoos on their butts? Mulder's says "I belong to
Alex" and Krycek's says "I belong to Fox". So, you see, I don't own them.
It's a shame, really...
Rating- *gasp* NC17
Summary- The boys miss each other.

Notes- I wrote a sex scene! I wrote a sex scene! Look at that! I haven't
written many others, and I don't know if any of them are any good. So I'd
appreciate feedback and tips on how to make them better.

This is a Christmas gift for Lissa. It has the boys in bed, warm, sleeping,
and not wearing clothes. It has Mulder being strong and gentle, and Krycek
being sweet and submissive. That's everything you wanted, right? Now, let
me just tie a big red bow on it... no wait, green, to match Alex's eyes...
there we go. Merry Christmas!


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	Mulder entered his apartment and immediately headed for the bedroom.
He reached the doorway, and quickly shucked his clothing. Finally free of his
suit, he stretched in primal freedom, before heading towards the bed.

	Despite the fact that the heat was turned high, the room still
had a deep winter chill to it. Because of this, when Mulder looked down
at the bedding he only saw a quilt covered lump, with a bit of sable hair
peeking out from the top. He carefully pulled the blanket back a bit,
revealing the sweet face of his love.

	Krycek stirred a bit in his sleep, and Mulder bent down to kiss his
lips. As he blinked towards wakefulness, Mulder quickly climbed over him
and under the sheets. But, as fast as he was, he wasn't fast enough. As the
cold air hit Krycek's naked body, he gave a small moan of protest.

	Mulder burrowed closer to Krycek's sleepy warmth, and mumbled,
"Sorry." He followed his apology with a kiss to the forehead.

	"What time is it?"

	"Dunno. Just got in."

	"It's late though."

	"Yes."

	"You were supposed to be home in time for dinner."

	"I'm sorry. We got called back in to the sheriff's office."

	"Uh-oh. Bad?"

	"More of the same. This whole case was nothing but the beginning of
an ulcer."

	Krycek wrapped his arms around Mulder, and buried his face in his
neck. "Sorry you had such a tough time. I missed you."

	"God, I missed you too. You were all I could think about. I couldn't
wait to climb into bed with you, kiss you..."

	Mulder tilted Krycek's mouth up towards his own, and brushed his lips
over it. He then repeated the action.

	He pulled away. "I knew you were here, waiting for me, but I couldn't
get to you. Couldn't have you. It drove me insane..." Mulder ran his hand
down Krycek's body, only stopping when he reached the juncture of leg
and torso.

	Krycek let out a breathless moan. "Muuulllder..."

	"You drive me insane. Even when you're not around me. You have this
hold on me..."

	Mulder let his hands skim the area around Krycek's growing erection,
but he never touched it.

	"Do I make you crazy?"

	"You're doing a good job of it now..."

	"You know what I mean, Alex."

	"God, Mulder, you *know* what you do to me."

	"I want to hear it. Tell me."

	Krycek took a deep breath. "I ache for you all the time. I always
want you, and when you're away, or I'm away, it drives me mad. All I can
think about is touching you... feeling you inside of me..."

	Mulder rewarded Krycek with a firm stroke of hand on cock. Krycek's
hips bucked off the bed, and he continued, "And sometimes... harder,
Mulder... sometimes I just want you next to me. I don't necessarily need for
you to touch me, or for you to say anything. I just need to know you're
there. That you're with me. I can't stand it when you can't be."

	Mulder smiled, and leaned in to kiss Krycek deeply. Krycek responded
in kind, and wound his arm around Mulder, trying to flip him over. But Mulder
wouldn't allow it.

	"No." he gasped, in between kisses. "I dreamed of coming home and
kissing you, touching you, taking you... let me."

	Krycek relaxed in Mulder's arms, and gazed up at his lover. "Okay."

	Mulder gave Krycek another smile, and lowered himself so they were
lying skin to skin. He began to nibble at Krycek's neck, gently biting the
soft skin, and then caressing the small wounds with his tongue.

	Gently thrusting against Krycek's leg, Mulder moved his mouth down-
wards, lavishing attention on whatever patches of skin he happened upon. He
paid special attention to the nipples, knowing Krycek's sensitivity there.
He soon had Krycek writhing and moaning beneath him.

	He soon began moving even lower, over a lean chest and ribs, down
a sculpted stomach, down, down, towards the organ that was calling for his
attention.

	He made a short detour into the surrounding hair, determined to
smell his lover's musk where it was most prominent. That done, he held
Krycek's cock at the base and gently licked the pre-come at the slit. He
closed his eyes and savored his first taste of him in a week.

	He then began to suckle at the head, before opening wide to take
him deep. He ran his tongue over the shaft before he started to suck in
earnest.

	It wasn't long before Krycek's begging grew too loud for Mulder
to ignore. "Please... please... I need you in me..."

	Mulder knew Krycek was close, and eased off of him. He moved back
up, until the two men were face to face. He kissed Krycek shortly, before
backing off and asking, "Do you want me?"

	Krycek nodded, and bucked up towards Mulder.

	"I want to hear you say it."

	"Uuuuugghhhh... Mulder... you k-know I want you."

	"Tell me. Tell me how much."

	Krycek writhed and rubbed himself against Mulder. "More than I can
tell you. More than you can know. I want you so bad I could die."

	Mulder growled, and pounced onto Krycek, kissing him for all he was
worth. He only stopped momentarily, to jerk the drawer of the bedside table
open, and grab the tube of lube. He quickly returned to running his tongue
over every surface inside Krycek's mouth.

	Somehow he managed to open the lube and squeeze some into his hand
without ever breaking contact with his lover's mouth. He lubed his cock
brusquely, trying not to stimulate himself. He then squeezed a bit more into
his hand, and pulled away from Krycek. Raising Krycek's legs up, he exposed
the other man. He spread the lube onto the small hole, before slipping
his index finger in. He quickly found the spot that made Krycek gasp, and
stroked it a few times before adding another finger. Stretching.

	It didn't take long before the preparation was complete. Mulder
withdrew his fingers, and shifted his position. He slid his aching cock into
his lover. Krycek wrapped his legs around him and drew him closer, until he
could go no farther. He luxuriated in the feeling of finally being where he
belonged.

	He slowly began to thrust. But the two had been apart for a week,
and were desperate for each other. Mulder began moving more swiftly. One
of his hands snuck between them, and began stroking Krycek in the same
rhythm. He leaned over to kiss him.

	He felt himself flying out of control, and felt the same happening
in his lover. His movements in and out of his lover became erratic, and
Krycek began to make the little gasping noises that always indicated he was
near the edge.

	With a soft cry that was swallowed into Krycek's mouth, Mulder came.
Soon after Krycek gave a strangled moan and emptied his pleasure onto his
and Mulder's stomachs.

	Mulder collapsed onto Krycek, breathing heavily. He managed to press
a few kisses onto his neck, before falling asleep.

	When he woke he discovered that Krycek had rolled him to the side,
and was cleaning him with tissues from the box on the bedside table. Krycek
quickly finished, and threw the paper into the trash. He pulled the covers
tightly around them both, and rested his head on Mulder's shoulder.

	"I'm glad you're home."

	"Me too."

	"Goodnight, Mulder. I love you."

	"'Night, Alex. love you too."

	They curled up, sharing the warmth of the blankets and the warmth
of each other's skin, and fell asleep.

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