5/6/99	
Slip VII- Now What?
Author- Araxdelan (krycekluvsmulder@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer- See? The boys are much happier with me. Limbs intact, full of
love and hope...
Rating- NC-17
Summary- Things don't go as planned. But that's okay.
Notes- This is my first sex scene, and it's all in first person, so go
easy on me. I tried my best!


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	I lean on the horn. *Hard*. "Move your fucking car!"

	I'm really in the kind of mood where I could just draw my gun, kill
someone, and not even give a damn. I just want to get home. Get home and
have sex with the man sitting next to me. Is that too much to ask?

	The light changes, and we've barely moved a few feet.

	Apparently so.

	As I wait at the stop light, I try to resist the urge to look over
at Krycek. If I do, I know I'll want to throw him against the inside of the
car door, and kiss him and rub against him and...

	... and I don't think the people behind me would like that too much,
because I *know* we won't be done before the light turns green again. 

	Green. Good. Now move your asses, people! Of all my luck.... on the
one day when I actually *want* to go back to my apartment, all of D.C.
unanimously decides that the speed limit has been unofficially lowered. 

	We're still crawling along, and I can hear him, drumming his fingers
on the armrest. I can't help it, I have to steal a glance.... 

	Bright green eyes, staring back at me, plump mouth, ready for the
taking....

	No! Traffic. Cars, driving. 

	Fuck! If Scully hadn't come over today, we'd still be at home,
probably lounging in bed by now. Naked, curled in each others arms.....

	Okay, wrong line of thought. I need to calm myself down. Ummm....
people in ice pods. With aliens erupting from their abdomens....

	There. That helped. A little.

	And the traffic is clearing up a bit. I drive for awhile, and
suddenly I can feel a hand sneaking up my thigh....

	"Krycek! Don't! I'm driving!"

	"Yeah, but I can't help it. You're so cute, and I want you so
much..."

	I look over at him. Big mistake. I'm defiantly going to get us into
an accident. I have to pull over. 

	When I do, he looks at me, and starts sliding his hand towards my...

	My cell phone rings, and we both jump. I knew I should have turned
the thing off. Krycek takes his hand off my leg.

	I pull it out, and hit the button. "Mulder."

	["Mulder, it's me."]

	Scully. I wonder what she wants. Whatever it is, it's already
slowing us down, and I can't have that.

	"Scully, I don't mean to be rude, but we're kinda busy."

	["Still at The Lone Gunmen's?"]

	"No, we left awhile ago."

	["Oh."]

	A confused oh. Shit, now she's going to want to know *what* we're
busy with. And I don't think she'll like the answer.

	["Well, when are you going to be done with... what are you doing?"]

	There it is. "It's going to be awhile. I don't think we'll have
time for much else today." I can hear Krycek snicker at that. But it's true.
I hope. And I managed to avoid saying what we were doing.

	["You're going to have to make time. Skinner wants a meeting with
you and Krycek. Now."]

	No. No, no, no, no, no. "Well, he's just going to have to wait."

	["He won't. He wants you here today, or he says that you're fired,
and Krycek will be arrested."]

	That wouldn't do at all. "Can I talk to him?"

	I hear rustling, a muffled conversation, and then, ["No."]

	Shit, what am I supposed to do now? "Fine. We'll see him later
today."

	More muffled speaking. ["He says he wants to see you *now*."]

	Over my dead body! "Tell him he's out of luck."

	["Mulder!"]

	"No. I'm not coming in now. And he can't make me!"

	["Mulder you sound like a whining child! What is your problem?"]

	I don't care if I sound like a whining child! Right now I want to
stamp my feet, and tell Skinner, "You're not the boss of me." Except he
*is* the boss of me.

	Suddenly, I hear a noise on the other end of the phone, and Scully
saying "Hey!'

	["Agent Mulder, you get your ass down here right now."]

	Skinner. The bastard. Well, he doesn't know he's ruining my fun,
but still, I'm angry at him. I'm angry at the whole damn world right now.
Well, everyone except Krycek. 

	"I'm sorry, sir, that's just not possible." 

	["Mulder, what the hell has gotten into you? You're trusting a known
conspirator, running around town with a *murderer*! And now you're
disobeying my direct order, and you won't even tell *Scully* what you're up
to?"]

	"I'm on a personal day. I don't have to tell anyone anything."

	["Yes, and you're also in the company of a wanted felon. I could
bring you in right now."]

	This is turning into a big game of "Chicken". I can take a chance,
and I think I know Skinner well enough...

	"Then do so. I'm not coming in to any meetings today."

	["Do you *really* want to screw with me, Mulder?"]

	No. In fact, the only person I want to screw with is in this car,
next to me.

	["Mulder, are you really willing to risk your job, reputation, and
both Scully and I, for that piece of shit, scumbag, Krycek?"]

	I look at Krycek. Krycek, who has answers. Krycek, who wants to
help. Krycek who's beautiful. Krycek who wants me, who doesn't think I'm
crazy.

	Krycek, who *loves* me. 

	It still makes me shiver to think about that, to replay those words
in my head. But it's not an unpleasant shiver. I look deep inside myself,
and decide I like the feeling of being loved. And, in particular, I like
him loving me.

	And I think I love him back.

	"If you two can't give me your trust, then I never really had either
of you. And, frankly, I don't give a damn about the Bureau, and my
reputation already sucks."

	["Mulder, stop the crap, and get in here. NOW!"]

	I take a deep breath. It's decision time. It's easy to choose which
path to take. I just hope it's the right one.  "Tough shit, I'm not coming."
I hit the end button, and then turn the phone's power off. 

	Okay, breathe deep. It'll be okay. They'll be pissed, but they've
been pissed at you before. 

	I lean my head against the steering wheel, and let my body go slack.

	And, if it's not okay, I can move on. Me and Krycek can fight them
from the outside, and The Gunmen can help, and....

	I feel Krycek's hand on my own. I'm still holding the phone, and
his hands just sits there on top on mine. Innocently. Comfortingly. I let
the phone drop, and thread my fingers through his. His other arm snakes
around my neck, and takes hold of my shoulder, drawing me towards him, until
my head is resting on his shoulder. 

	I can smell the leather of his jacket, and the moment is sweet with
his comfort. And I know that what ever happens, it'll be all worth it. 

	I slide away, slowly, and start the car.

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	The few minutes left in the ride home are spent in silence, and
then we turn onto my street.

	I'm looking for a parking space, when Krycek says, "Mulder, keep
driving."

	My first instinct is to ask why, but I trust Krycek. I keep driving.

	When we're a mile or so away, I park the car in an empty lot, and
turn towards him, with a curious look on my face.

	"I saw one of their cars. They're keeping you under surveillance."

	"Shit! How..."

	"When I emailed them saying I'd send out information if they tried
to kill me, I added a list of people that I'd do the same for. It was
stupid, I know, but I just wanted a safety net for all of you guys, just in
case they found out you're working with me."

	Oh. Well, I suppose they would have found out sooner or later. But
now they've got my building under surveillance, trying to find out what
were up to, and we've got no place to go. Which makes me angry all over
again! So close...

	"Well, what do we do now? We weren't followed, were we?"

	"No, I made sure we weren't, and I'll keep an eye out, just in
case."

	For the second time today, I lean my head against the steering
wheel. Nothing can ever be simple. Not for me. Not for us. We've wasted
years fighting, and now more precious seconds are ticking away. And who
knows how long we'll live, with this war raging.

	I feel his fingers on the back of my neck. Slowly moving. And they
tickle. I squirm, and, I think he can feel it, because now he's tickling
with intent. So I quickly turn, and grab him under the armpits, retaliating.

	"Mu-Mu-Mulder, stop it!" Now he's the one who's squirming. I start
to get him really good, and he's cracking up, laughing uncontrollably. And
I'm just going to have to kiss him...

	...when I pull back, I can't help but marvel at his beauty. And I
just... I don't care how silly or cliched or.... I just want to see that
face every day, wake up next to him every morning.

	But when did that happen? 

	I suppose it all must be rooted back to when I first met him,
because I doubt things could move this fast between us. But... this morning,
when I woke up with him in my arms, before I could rationalize or
comprehend, there was such a sense of warmth, of peace.

	Of home.

	Less than twenty-four hours, and my life has completely spun out of
control. More so. 

	And I've never been so happy. 

	I could spend every day of my remaining life fighting next to this
man. 

	And I *could* love him. Except....

	I love him already. Shit. I'm in love.

	I don't think I've ever been in love before. Sure, I've loved
people before; my sister, Scully... but not like this. And I've never said
the words to anyone...

	"I love you, Alex Krycek."

	And now is the right time.

	He looks at me, with what look like tears in his eyes, and I can't
help grinning crookedly at him. Which makes him grin back, as he buries his
face in my shoulder. His face is dry against me, so I know that those tears
never fell. His nose feels glorious as he rubs it against my neck in an
Eskimo kiss, and he says,

	"I love you too Mulder. I love you too."

	Yesterday, both of us had quests, jobs. And we were empty. Had
nothing.

	And now, we each have someone to love, and someone to love us
back. 

	We have everything we could ever need. 

	Well.... except a way to get rid of the damn aliens, but I figure,
at this point, it would be rude to complain.

	Oh... he's replaced his nose with his lips. And his teeth.... and...

	I can't wait anymore!

	I pull him off of me, and kiss him passionately before I pop the
locks, swing my door open, and get out. I can see him staring confusedly
at me through the windows as I stride around to his side of the car. I open
his door, grab his hand, and pull him upwards. I then swing his door close,
the back door open, and throw him onto the backseat. I then climb back in
myself, closing the car door behind me.

	Let's see... it's a little cramped. But it'll do. And Krycek's
being so acquiescent. Which is very sexy to me for some reason. Maybe
because I've never seen him let anyone order him around before.

	First things first. I remove both our coats. Then off with the
shoes. And then I lay him out, across the backseat. It's a bit too small,
really, but he bends his knees a little, and he manages to fit. I kneel,
a knee on either side of him, and look down at him. Lips parted, mouth
agape, eyes glazed over with lust.

	Now comes the fun part.

	I lean some of my weight on him, as I bend for a kiss. His response
tells me that he doesn't mind, and his tongue in my mouth is driving me
fucking loony, not to mention hardening my cock. Again.

	As I reach and pinch one of his nipples, I realize that now is not
the time for teasing. We've both had quite enough of that for one day. The
exploring, love making, can wait for later.

	I escape the kiss, and suckle at his neck as my hand flits down
his body, to his pants. I lick and nip as I begin to undo the buttons on
his pants, and he's become very... vocal.

	And he's not wearing any damn underwear.

	I touch his bare skin, and we both gasp. I give him a moment to
adjust before I ease his cock out of his pants, and begin stroking him.
He's so warm and smooth in my hands.

	He's gasping, emitting keening sounds. But I'm not done yet. I want
to taste him...

	When remove my hand, he groans in disappointment. I grab his hips,
and slide him upwards, so he's leaning against the side of the car, in a
sitting position. His one leg is still stretched across the seat, but the
other one has moved, his foot on the floor now, spreading him out before
me, giving me a glorious view of his genitalia. My first good look. 

	His cock is like the rest of him; beautiful. Nicely shaped, not too
big. 

	I bend towards him, and breathe on it. The contrast from the
slightly cool air in the car makes him groan, and arch towards my mouth. As
he does, I snake my tongue out, and lick the head. Which makes him buck
forward further, and I take him into my mouth.

	I suck on him for a moment, before I pull back, and he slips from
my mouth. I then lick at him, tasting him, from base to tip. He's so hard,
has been for so long, and I decide, however soon it might be, to finish him
off.

	I envelop him with my mouth, and concentrate on expanding my
throat, taking him down all the way. He's crying out my name now. "Mulder,
Mulder, Mulder, Mulder..."

	He doesn't pull at me, or try to fuck my mouth. Just let's me do my
thing. And I feel a gentle hand on my cheek, not demanding, just asking,
loving.

	When I start humming, it's over. His hand slips from my face,
around, to the back of my head, and his hand fists in my hair as I feel
him convulse beneath me. I expect a scream, a moan, a cry. Instead, all I
hear is a gentle exhalation of my name. "Fox...." 

	I draw back a bit, to taste his semen as it flows into my mouth.
It pumps onto my tongue, salty and wonderful. I hear a thump as his head
falls back, hitting the window. I lap him clean, and then rise, moving
towards his mouth. I kiss him, so he can taste himself on my lips.

	After we kiss for a bit, I lower myself to the seat, and lean my
head against his chest. It's still rising and falling rapidly, and I wait,
for it to slow. Listening to his heart beat.

	Some time passes. I don't know how long, and suddenly, my human
pillow starts to shake and bob, knocking me about all the while. Krycek's
laughing. Why?

	Oh. Without realizing it, I started rubbing myself against the
leather of the seat, humping it. And suddenly I'm being thrown across of
the back of the car, and I'm on the opposite side, in basically the same
position Krycek was just in. 

	He hikes my shirt up, and licks a wet line across my stomach,
dipping his tongue into my bellybutton along the way. 

	*Yes*.

	His hands are on my hips now, massaging, rubbing, ceaselessly, as
his head travels underneath my shirt. He bites one of my nipples, and then
sucks on it. One of his hands comes up to squeeze at the other, and... it's
his left hand. The one he's sensitive about.....

	And he keeps going at it and going at it, and I don't know how much
more I can take.

	As he plays with my nipples, I feel his right hand slip down,
quickly unbuttoning my pants, and.....

	*Oh!* *Yes!* *There we go!*

	This is what I've been waiting for all day. The feel of his hand on 
my dick.  Bringing me off. I don't think I'm going to last much longer...

	His hand parts from my skin for a moment, as he slides out from 
under my shirt. His mouth is upon mine again, kissing, licking, nipping at
my lips. His nose is rubbing against my own as he moves to stroke me again.

	Chewing now. On my ear... earlobe. Tongue across the side of my
neck. Fingers playing against my skin... I can't... it's too much...

	"Please...." I manage to moan. I feel him increase the pace, and I
know he understands me. More... I want to tell him... more, but I can't
speak I can't...

	I'm so close now, and I can feel him. Alex Krycek, my former enemy,
my new love, the most beautiful man I've ever met....

	The man who loves me.

	This thought, this singular thought, overwhelms me with emotion....

	"*Alex*!"

	So good... so... his lips are on mine again, and bliss pulsing
within me, every beat of my heart.... his body so warm and solid above me...
and I... I can't....

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	I can think again, and I realize that I must have missed quite a
few moments. Now Krycek is sitting upright in the seat, and I'm between his
legs, leaning against his chest. And he's buttoned up his pants, which is
quite a shame. I would've enjoyed the feel of his softened cock against my
back.

	And, speaking of softened cocks, mine feels a bit less sticky than
it should. And I have a brief memory of Krycek licking me clean. 

	His arms are around me, and his head is lying on top of my own. And
there's a... blanket? On top of us. Where....

	Oh... my emergency blanket. It was under the seat, I think. He must
have found it. 

	This is perfect. Completely. The only thing that would make it
better would be a better view out the window. If we had parked somewhere in
the forest, green all around us, instead of in the city, a bland, abandoned
building in front of us.

	But otherwise, I'm completely happy. And satisfied. *Finally*.

	I sigh, and Krycek stirs above me. He turns me in his lap, so that
I'm facing him.

	"What now, my lovely Fox? Where do we go?"

	"I don't want to think about that now." I whisper. I touch our lips
together, and as the passion of the kiss increases, and our tongues tangle,
I can taste myself in his mouth, and him in mine, and it blends, and I savor
the flavor of the two of us combined. 

	Eventually we break away from each other. I notice that the sun has
disappeared behind thick clouds. I settle back against him once more, and I
sit, quietly, locked in his gentle embrace. The temperature is dropping,
and I cuddle closer to his warmth.  As the first snow of the year begins to
float down in front of the windows, whitening the dirty gray of the view,
he whispers, into my hair, "I love you, Mulder."

	Now it's perfect.


The
End


To be continued in Part VIII