02/13/00
The Clearest Answer
by Araxdelan
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: I wrote about the boys. So, sue me. Oh, wait...
Summary: Oh boy.
Notes: This is a Valentine for my WAFFers.
This is a sequel to "What I've Wanted to Say", and will make no sense
without reading it first.



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	Things were not happy in the land of the X-Files. Scully had been
growing increasingly worried about Mulder's behavior in the past months,
but his behavior reached an all time level of oddness one chilly Monday
morning.

	She wondered if it had to do with the holiday. He was definitely
nervous about something, and Valentine's Day was a nervous-making holiday.
Especially if you had plans to profess love to someone. Someone you're
close to, someone you don't want to loose.

	She smiled to herself.

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	Mulder, pacing the floor on the other side of the office, didn't
notice Scully's curious smile. In fact, Scully could have stripped down to
nothing but a lab coat and recited the Hippocratic oath while juggling
scapels, and still had little or no chance of getting Mulder's attention.

	Mulder was worried about his decision to confess his feelings to
Krycek. Worried that the letter was the wrong way to tell him. Worried that
he shouldn't have told him at all. He was happy with their life together
as it was, even if they were just friends. And now he felt like he had
ruined it.

	He wondered if perhaps Krycek wasn't up yet. If there was time to
go home and grab the letter before he could read it. But then he ran the
risk of walking in while Krycek was reading it, or just after. And he most
definitely didn't want that.

	He thought perhaps it might be a good idea not to go home. To stay
away, let Krycek cool down. Maybe just let him have the apartment and all
of his possessions, never go home at all...

	He couldn't believe he was going to have to wait his way through
eight more hours of this torture. Of wondering. The day before, while
writing the letter, he had figured that little work would get done the next
day. He should have gone someplace else to wait, where he could be nervous
without Scully watching. But he couldn't think of anyplace else to go, so...

	The shrill ring of his phone caught him off-guard. He jumped a bit
before calming and answering his phone, with dread. He knew Skinner wanted
a meeting with him, and was probably calling about it. Sitting through a
meeting on a regular day was bad enough for him, but he felt he'd end up
either dead or fired by the end of this one.

	When he put his phone to his ear and said, "Mulder." in his best
I'm-too-busy-for-a-meeting tone, he was completely unprepared for the voice
he heard on the other end.

	The husky voice was uncertain of itself. "Fox...?"

	He took a big gulping breath, and tried not to choke. He turned
away from Scully's side of the office, and tried to gather himself. But
shock and fear seemed to paralyze him. "I...uh..." He exhaled nervously,
and tried again. "Ah, uh... God...."

	He was speechless, and not breathing properly. He tried to calm
himself down in fear of passing out, but had little success.

	Krycek cleared his throat, and said, "I got your letter."

	Mulder managed to pull himself together enough to reply. "I figured
as much. I... I thought that.... well, I didn't expect you to call. I
thought we'd settle things when I got home."

	At the other end of the line Mulder heard Krycek taking a nervous
breath, much like his own. "F...Fox. I... God, I'm so nervous..."

	"Me too."

	Krycek's smile was audible. "That makes me feel a bit better. I,
uh.... I called because I couldn't wait till tonight to talk to you. I
thought you'd probably be the same way, pacing and not getting any work
done and basically driving yourself nuts."

	Mulder smiled. "You know me well."

	"Yes... which is why...    I.... I called you because I couldn't
wait any longer to tell you that I love you."

	Mulder gasped, tears of relief and joy flooding his eyes. He
happily laughed into the phone. "I love you too!"

	Scully gasped.

	Mulder turned around to see Scully staring at him, wide-eyed. He
quickly turned around, a guilty flush creeping up his face. But that
feeling was quickly dispelled at the sound of the ecstatic laughter at the
other end of the phone.

	"You don't know how happy I am, Mulder. I... I've been hoping... I'm
just so glad you feel the way I do. That we can be together."

	"I know. I *know*," he sighed happily.

	Suddenly the laughter on the phone died down and was replaced with
a thick tension. Krycek's voice was smoky, smooth, and distinctly sexual as
he said, "How soon can you get home?"

	Mulder licked his lips and steadied himself through the rush of
lightheadedness that resulted from his blood rushing to other parts of his
body.

	"I'm leaving now."

	"Good, because you know what I'm doing now? I'm stripping my sweat
pants off..."

	Mulder heard a rustle of cloth.

	"...and now my boxers. That's it, I'm naked. Now I'm walking over
to the bed, now I'm laying down."

	Mulder heard the bedsprings squeak.

	"Foooxxx," he purred, "I'm lying naked on your bed, waiting for
you. Wanting you so bad that I'm hard already."

	Mulder made a whining sound.

	"So, are you going to come home and make love with me?"

	"Yesss," he hissed.

	"Good. But try to calm down first. Getting in an accident on the
way would be a *very* bad thing."

	Mulder tried to calm himself, but found it impossible. Visions of
what Alex must look like waiting on his bed flooded his mind. So he said,
"I'll be careful," instead.

	"All right. Goodbye."

	"Goodbye." He paused for a second, and added, in a whisper, "I love
you."

	"I love you too."

	Krycek disconnected the line, and Mulder just happily stared at the
phone for a moment. Then he remembered where he was going and why, and
snapped back to attention. He grabbed his coat and ran for the door, only
to be blocked by Scully. She stood in his path, arms crossed, doing her
best impenetrable barrier impression.

	For a moment he considered picking the little woman up and moving
her aside, but dismissed the idea. He heaved a sigh. "Whaaaatttt?"

	"You're really in love with this woman?"

	"Man," he corrected automatically. As soon as the word left his
mouth he slammed it shut in horror. He wasn't sure how Scully would react.

	Her eyebrows rose. "Man...? I... uh..." she regained her composure
quickly, "well, do you really love this *man*?"

	"Yes, Scully, with all my heart."

	"All right, that's all I needed to know."

	"Okay, bye," he said, quickly, and tried to push past her.

	"Wait a minute! You can't leave work! Especially since Skinner
might call you into a meeting today."

	"The hell with that! Tell him he can fire me if he wants, but I
don't think that meeting would have been very productive anyway."

	Considering Mulder's earlier behavior and the fact that he was
practically jumping up and down, Scully couldn't argue that. She stepped
aside and Mulder ran towards the elevator, shouting goodbye to Scully over
his shoulder.

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	Somehow, Mulder managed to get home safely. And he managed to sit
still through the entire elevator ride. And then, by some miracle, he
didn't just break the door down. He even put his key straight into the slot
on the first try. He opened the door, and stood on the threshold, savoring
the sweet torture of anticipation.

	"Fox? Is that you?"

	And then he decided, screw that.

	He slammed the door shut and did the locks up. He turned around and
debated for a moment on when he should undress. He decided that since
Krycek was already naked, he should even things up. He lost most of his
buttons in his following haste.

	Finally, stripped naked, he slowly made his way to the bedroom. The
door was open a crack, and he pushed it open further. The sight he saw took
his breath away.

	Alex, *his* Alex, was lying on the bed, bathed in a pool of sunlight
streaming in from between the blinds. Except for a few scattered scars his
skin was pale and smooth, inviting touch and taste. He was laying back
against the pillows, legs spread, his full cock just waiting...

	His breath caught upon seeing Mulder naked for the first time.
Their wandering eyes eventually caught each other, and they held the gaze.

	Not breaking eye contact, Mulder slowly made his way to the bed. He
sat down next to Krycek, and cupped his cheek in his hand.

	"You know," he whispered, "This is going to be our first kiss."

	"I know," Krycek replied, in the same hushed tone. He began leaning
forward, tilting his head and drawing closer and closer to Mulder's mouth.
"It's going to be perfect."

	Their lips finally touched. Softly, softly, the two mouths brushed.
Krycek wound his arm up around Mulder's shoulder, and began gently
caressing the downy hair at the back of his neck.

	When the kiss ended Mulder slid his hand up Krycek's face, and
smoothed his thumb over one eyebrow. "Perfect."

	Krycek leaned forward once more, and they began to kiss again.

	Their hands soon began wandering. Trailing down spines, over
shoulders, across ribs and stomachs. But when Mulder's hand brushed
Krycek's cock, the exploring ended as Krycek broke the kiss with a groan.

	"Fox... *please*..."

	Mulder knew that they had both been waiting too long. He pushed
Krycek flat against the bed, and draped himself over the other man.

	"How do you want it?" He paused for a kiss. "Like this?" He thrust
his hips, causing Krycek to moan. "My skin, rubbing against yours? Kissing
all the while?"

	"I... don't know. I want it all."

	Mulder smiled wickedly. "You can have it all, but not all at once."
He leaned up on one hand, and used the other to pinch and twist Krycek's
nipple. "After we cool down a bit we can do it every way we can think of.
But right now I don't think we can handle anything more complicated."

	"Yeah," he sighed, "you're right. I probably shouldn't have said
what I did on the phone. It got us all worked up."

	"I probably would have worked myself up anyway. I have an active
imagination. Besides, I *really* liked the phone tease."

	"I'll remember that."

	He reached up and pulled Mulder down, bringing them fully skin to
skin. They began to kiss desperately. Their sweat-slicked skin slid
together. Their hips thrust, each of their cocks rubbing against
it's rock hard partner, creating electric friction. The passion they had
denied, not just for a morning, but since the time they had met, finally
ignited. Their orgasms ripped through them, and they came gasping each
other's names.

	Mulder rolled off Krycek. He lay at the other man's side, and
wrapped an arm around him. After a few moments, he said, "Alex?"

	"Mmmhhmm?"

	"Let me cat nap for a few minutes, and then we'll go again. Okay?"

	Krycek smiled blissfully. "Love you."

	"Love you, too."

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