8/7/99 - 10/24/99
Slip X- The End
by Araxdelan (krycekluvsmulder@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer- Possession is nine-tenths of the law. And since neither I nor
Chris actually have Fox or Alex in our possession...
Rating- NC-17
Summary- The boys go home.
Notes- Even though this universe branches off from canon right after the
movie, I've borrowed a bit of information about Mulder's apartment from the
episode Dreamland.


This story is dedicated to Lone Gungirl, who talked me down from many
ledges during the long process of writing this story.



Slip X
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	Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I thought that I could finish in
the library, get Mulder, and go home.... Back to Mulder's..... Home....
Hell, I don't even know. Home, I guess.  But no. 

	First we went back upstairs to inform Skinner and Scully on what
was happening. Which was fine. I expected that. And it didn't take more
than a few minutes. But then Scully had questions. Mostly about what was
going to happen next. And *then* Skinner had questions. About
*everything*. That took longer to deal with.

	So, we finish with the questions, and I think we can go home. But
I had forgotten that we all took Mulder's car to Lena's, so then we had
to drive Skinner back to his car in the warehouse lot. The warehouse lot
that will forever hold many happy memories for me, thank you very much.
But Skinner and Scully didn't look as comfortable going back. Reminded
them of some things they were probably trying desperately to forget.

	So then, after thoroughly checking Skinner's car for a bomb,
determining They hadn't planted one, and watching him drive off, we
left as well. But not to go back to Mulder's. No, we had to go back to
the restaurant Scully and Skinner ate lunch at, and get her car. But
her car had been parked in a lot with a two hour limit, and had been
towed. So we drove her to the get her car back from the impound lot. 

	So now, at nine o'clock, we're finally home. And I'm wiped.

	Mulder unlocks the door, and holds it open for me. I walk in
and head towards the kitchen. It feels so natural.... almost as if the
place is my own. I wonder how Mulder would feel if I shared the
thought. He did offer to let me stay here, but he never told me how
long I was welcomed.

	I set the bag I'm carrying down. Lena filled the entire thing
with Tupperware bowls full of home cooked food.

	Mulder and I have only *just* gotten together, and already
we're facing the prospect of living together. Frankly, it doesn't
bother me too much. Fuck, it's a dream come true. But I'm worried
about how Mulder feels about it. But, then again, he *was* the one
who offered. It's not like I'd ask something like that of him. But
maybe he felt obligated somehow....

	*Oh*

	He's followed me into the kitchen, and wrapped his arms around
me from the back. It feels so perfect here... I could fall asleep
standing like this.

	He leans in close, brushing his lips against my ear and
tickling me with his breath as he says, "Are you hungry? You haven't
eaten all day."

	Now that I think about it, I am a bit hungry. "Yeah, I am
hungry. I was just too distracted today to notice."

	He laughs, and pulls away. "Okay, I'll warm Lena's food up."

	"Thank you. Oh, wait... don't put the Tupperware in the
microwave. It gets ruined, and Lena would kill me if I brought it
back to her all melted."

	He laughs a bit, and begins rooting around in the cabinets,
looking for clean dishes. I doubt he'll find any. They look like
they're all in the sink. This kitchen needs a good cleaning... but
it's not my place to say so. At least, I don't *think* it's my place
to say so. Maybe it is, if I'm living here, and I'm going to have to
cook in this kitchen.

	I sigh. This is all so complicated. And I'm tired. I just
want to go to bed with Mulder, and forget that there are any issues
to deal with. Forget about aliens and old men, forget about the past,
forget about the social rules surrounding romantic relationships.

	And who says Mulder and I have to follow those rules, anyway?
Here we are, fighting for the safety of the planet, giving up all our
time, giving up our lives to save everyone else's. We don't have to
follow their rules!

	I just wish I could know if Mulder feels the same way. It
would certainly ease my anxiety.

	He bends down and roots around in one of the bottom cabinets.
It presents a wonderful view, and I just *have* to stop thinking
seriously for a moment so I can contemplate the wonder that is
Mulder's ass. It's so perfect, rounded beautifully, just the right
size. Nicely muscled, but not too toned, leaving it soft but firm.
And it's all mine. I think.... Well, it's all mine for now, at least.

	And, seeing as it's all mine at the moment, I think I'll
take advantage of it. I reach over, and goose him.

	He lets out a yelp, and jumps up. When he turns, he gives me
a dirty (but amused) look.

	I shrug, smile, and say, "I couldn't help myself."

	He shakes his head. "This morning Scully told me you were
looking at my butt, but I didn't believe her."

	"Really?" She caught me? I must be losing my touch.

	"Yeah. Listen, why don't you go wait in the living room? This
might take a little while. I have to wash some dishes. There aren't
any clean ones." he says, looking sheepish.

	"I can help. Maybe clean up a little..."

	"No, no, that's okay. It's my mess, I can clean it."

	I smile. "Mulder, are you trying to get rid of me?"

	"Yes. It's hard to warm up a meal when you're pinching me.
Besides, I want to fix dinner for you. Relax."

	"Why should I relax? You're just as tired as I am."

	"I know, but you had to go to the library, and answer all those
questions, and... and... are you always so difficult? I just want to
do something nice for you. Even if it's just warming your food up!"

	I smile gently at him. "Okay, I'm sorry. I'll go." I kiss him,
long, gently, and walk into the living room. As I leave, I feel his
eyes on me.

	"You... you're... such a... *tease*!"

	I laugh. "Yeah, but you like that, right?"

	I hear a sigh, and then a quiet "Yes."

	"Good. Then we're all right." I move into the living room, and
plop down on the couch. Nothing to do... and where did the remote go?
It's not on the coffee table, not on the couch... unless I'm sitting
on it.... no, not sitting on it. I dig around under the cushions... not
there either. Damn it, where did it go?

	Oh yeah... I left it on top of the TV. I get up, grab it, and
start flipping.

	Crap... crap... rerun.... crap... boring.... Mulder needs to get
cable. I think that if I make any changes around here, that'll be the
first one. I turn off the TV.

	What else can I do while Mulder's busy? Hmm... a shower would be
nice. I haven't had one in two days.

	"Mulder?" I call.

	"Yes?"

	"Can I use the shower?"

	"Sure. Listen...." he walks out from the kitchen, wiping his
hands on a dish towel, looking hilariously domestic, "You don't have
to ask. I... I know this is all very sudden, but this is your home
now. And I want you to feel welcome. Mess stuff up, bring your own
things in, use what ever you want."

	"Uh... I... " I'm speechless. I'm welcomed here. He wants to
share his home with me. What have I ever done to deserve this?

	"Unless... fuck, I... I mean, if you *want* to stay here. I
didn't mean to overstep..."

	I find my voice, and interrupt his un-needed apology. "No. No,
I'm... I'm just so very grateful. And happy. Thank you Mulder. It means
a lot to me."

	He gives me a brilliant smile, and returns to the kitchen.

	I smile. This is good. The lines are more clearly drawn. I get
up, and make my way towards the bathroom.

	I open the door, and hesitantly peek in.  I'm hoping that I
imagined the disgusting mess I saw in here this morning. I flick the
light on. Nope. Still gross. Mulder's going to have to clean this
room too. I wonder if there are any clean towels. It looks like
they're all on the floor.

	"Hey, Mulder," I shout. "Are there any *clean* towels?"

	"Yeah," he responds. "In the closet, outside the bathroom,
right next to the door."

	I find the closet and there are actually clean linens. A lot
of clean linens, which tells me that Mulder probably doesn't like to
do laundry very much. I snicker. Maybe if he bought some more plates
he wouldn't have to do dishes as often, either.

	I take a towel with me into the bathroom. I have to kick clear
a pathway through the dirty laundry to get to the shower. I open the
curtain, and (thankfully) the shower is relatively clean. I was
expecting a mildew colony in here!

	I start taking my clothes off. Damn, it's good to have two
hands again. This was one of the hardest things to do one handed. And
not just because washing your back one handed is nearly impossible. It
also had a lot to do with standing in front of the mirror before
getting in the tub. I tried avoiding it, especially in the beginning,
but there were times when I did catch a glimpse of myself, and it was...

	But that's over now. And I'm standing naked in Fox Mulder's
house. I certainly never expected to get a chance to do that! I climb
into the shower, and turn the water on.

	FUCK! Cold, cold, cold, cold, warm, warmer, hot.... Ahhh...
that's the stuff. There's nothing better to lull oneself with before
bed than a hot shower. Except for maybe a hot meal, or hot sex. And
it look like I'll be getting both of those as well.

	I smile. I've come to the decision that today was a good day
in the life of Alex Krycek.

	The soap is sitting on the edge of the tub, and I soap up
quickly, keeping my thoughts clean. Keeping them off the topic of
Mulder. I scrub for a minute, and then rinse the suds off, realizing
that I'll smell like Mulder now. Whoops, not supposed to think about
Mulder...

	I take a look at what kind of shampoo Mulder has. *Pantene Pro
V*. Girly shampoo. No wonder his hair is so "silky smooth". I snap the
lid and pour some into my hands.

	I'm working it into my hair when the door opens. I jump before
I remember where I am. Mulder's house. Safe. No need to worry about
who's on the other side of that curtain.

	"Krycek?" Mulder calls, tentatively.

	"Yes?"

	"I'm done. You can come eat now."

	"Thanks Mulder. I'll be out in a minute."

	I hear the rings screeching slowly across the shower curtain
rod. Mulder pushes the curtain aside, just a bit, and peeks in.

	For some unfathomable reason, I start blushing. I've had sex
with the man, why should I be bashful?! "Mulder...?"

	He reaches one hand in and caresses my wet shoulder. I draw my
breath in as the gentle touch electrifies me. His hand slides back up,
across my collarbone, up my neck, and to the other side of my face. He
lays his hand on my cheek, and slowly turns my head so that I'm facing
him. Then he leans in and kisses me.

	When we finally break apart, I take in a few gasps of air, and
then notice that Mulder's head is right within the shower spray.
"Mulder!" I laugh, breathlessly, "You're getting all wet!"

	He finally seems to notice, and he pulls his head out of the
shower. After shaking the water out of his hair (no wonder this place
is a mess), he says, "Later." and starts walking out of the bathroom.

	"Now who's the tease?" I ask him.

	He pauses at the door, and turns back around. "Yeah, but you
like that. Right?"

	I heave a dramatic sigh. "*Yes.*"

	He snickers, and says, "Then we're all right."

	As the door shuts behind him, I mumble, "Bastard."

	"What was that?"

	"Nothing!" I shout. "And how the hell did you hear that?"

	He laughs. "I didn't. I just knew you'd be cursing me under
your breath."

	"Bastard!" I shout, loud enough for him to hear. The only
reply I get is more laughter.

	I grab the conditioner, and quickly finish up with my hair.
When I'm done rinsing, I turn off the shower. I consider grabbing my
towel and wiping myself before I get out of the tub, but I figure
dripping on this floor won't make too much of a difference. Besides,
all the dirty towels on the floor should absorb any water that falls!

	I quickly wipe myself off, and then wrap the towel around my
waist. I'm about to leave when I notice the robe hanging on the back
of the door. Should I? I shouldn't, but I can't help myself. Besides,
it's chilly in the living room, and I don't want to catch a cold. Right?

	I drop my towel, and put Mulder's bathrobe on.

	I can't resist snuggling into it a bit before I open the
door. When I finally do, a cloud of steam follows me out into the
hallway. I shiver, and suddenly I'm glad that I took the robe.

	I walk into the kitchen. Mulder has his back to me, and
begins turning, saying, "The food's on the..." when he stops in
his tracks. He stares at me, stricken.

	Uh-oh. Maybe I shouldn't have taken the robe.. "What?" I
ask, anxiously.

	He seems to shake himself out of his trance. "Do... do you
know how sexy you look right now?"

	"No."  I'm so surprised that I answer before I have a chance
to think.

	"Well, you do. All flushed from the shower, wearing my robe,
leaving it open enough to tease me with the bare skin of your neck..."
He creeps up close, and then leans in. He inhales deeply. "And you
smell good too." Then he begins kissing and biting my neck.

	I bring my hand up to hold his head. I let him have me while
I run my fingers through his hair, but reluctantly pull him away
after a few moments.

	He looks at me curiously.

	"I still have to eat, remember?"

	He looks disappointed. "Oh yeah. I forgot."

	I smile. "Later. I promise."

	"All right. The food is on the table."

	I adjust the robe and sit down.

	Mulder's prepared everything for me. Set it out one dishes
and everything. Let's see, whet did Lena send? Mmmm... Borsch!
Potatoes and chicken too. Probably dessert in the freezer. Yum.

	I start eating all the delicious food, and Mulder sits
across from me, just watching me eat. It's making me nervous.

	"Mulder, don't you want anything?"

	He looks thoughtful for a moment, and then gets up and starts
riffling through a drawer. He comes back with a fork and spoon, and
starts stealing food from my plates.

	"Hey! I didn't mean you should eat *my* food!"

	He smiles. "I just wanted a little. Besides, I put the rest
away, and I don't feel like getting it out and warming it."

	I sigh. "Fine."

	With two of us eating the food disappears quickly. When we
finish I ask, "Pie?"

	Mulder shakes his head. "Cake."

	Mmm... just as good. I get up and open the refrigerator. I
quickly locate the cake, and set it on the counter. I take the dishes
off the table, put them in the sink, and take two clean ones out of
the cabinet. Mulder groans.

	"What?" I ask.

	"More dishes for me to wash!"

	I snort. "Fine. I'll wash them."

	Lena sent four pieces of cake. Perfect. We'll have leftovers
for tomorrow. I take out two pieces, put the cake back in the fridge,
and take the plates to the table.

	The cake is just plain chocolate with frosting, nothing
special, but it's wonderful nonetheless. I can't even remember the last
time I had fresh baked cake.

	We devour the cake, and then dump the plates in the sink.

	We walk into the living room, and Mulder says, "I'm going to
wash up, and then we can go to bed."

	Bed. That sounds really good. "Okay."

	"Be right back," he says. And then he makes his way to the
bathroom.

	So, this is going to be the second night Mulder and I spend
together. Hopefully, this time I won't be so busy blubbering that I
have no room to enjoy it.

	Wait a minute... we spent last night on the couch. Mulder
always sleeps on his couch. Which is fine for one person. And, as nice
as it was waking up with him this morning, it wasn't exactly as
comfortable as it could have been.

	Does Mulder even have a bed? I've seen the schematics for
this place, so I know there's a bedroom. But I've never been in it.
I wonder if he'd mind me taking a look. After all, he did say that
this apartment was my home, and that I was free to do as I please. And
I *do* need to know where I'm going to sleep....

	I stride across the room, and open the door to the bedroom.

	Whoa! Boxes. Lots of boxes! One starts to topple forward, and
I manage to shut the door before any of the piles collapse.

	Okay, so I'm guessing Mulder doesn't have a bed. And, if he
ever did, it was probably lost years ago to the black hole that is
his "bedroom".

	So... what are we going to do? The couch is out. I scan the
rest of the room. No other option but the floor. And I'll have to move
the coffee table to make room. I sigh. I should probably get to work.

	I pick up the table, and lift it a few inches off the floor.
Not too heavy. Good. I place it out of the way, in a corner.

	I look at the bare floor. It's mocking me. I can practically
hear it saying- "I'm cold. I'm hard. I'm uncomfortable." It's probably
smiling smugly too.

	Wait... did I just say that the floor was mocking me?

	I definitely need some sleep.

	Well, I guess I should find some blankets. I think I saw some
in the closet with the towels. I walk into the hallway, and open up
the closet door. Yup. Top shelf. Blankets and quilts. Nice and heavy.
They should keep us warm.

	What else do we have in here? Towels... saw those. Sheets...
we could use some of those. And... a sleeping bag? Perfect! I grab it
off the floor of the closet, and unroll it. Good, this will work.

	I carry the sleeping bag into the living room, and unzip it
all the way, so it's just one big rectangle. I fluff it out, and let
it lay completely flat on the space of empty floor that I cleared.
It's no mattress, but it will do. And if Mulder has a down blanket
I could lay that on top of it, and it wouldn't be bad at all.

	I go back to the closet, and root around. There is a down
blanket. I take that and a fitted sheet, and bring it back to the
living room. I lay the down blanket out, and then cover it and the
sleeping bag with the sheet, just as if they were a regular mattress.

	Back to the closet... what else will I need? Flat sheet,
quilt. But it's cold on the floor... two flat sheets, a quilt, and
a heavy blanket.

	I take the pile back into the other room, and fix our
makeshift bed up. Flat sheet, flat sheet, blanket, quilt. Perfect.

	I grab Mulder's pillow. We'll need another.

	Crap. There aren't any. Well... I take two towels, and stick
them in a pillow case. That'll do. I grab another case, and take it
back with me. Might as well do Mulder the favor of changing his
pillow case.

	I hear the door open just as I'm stripping Mulder's pillow,
and he walks into the room as I slip it into it's sheath.

	I plop the pillow onto the floor, and look up. He's changed
out of his clothes, and is wearing nothing but boxer shorts. *Very*
appealing. He's staring at the pile of sheets and blankets. He looks
up at me, and just raises his eyebrow.

	"Nice little nest you've made here."

	Nest? I look down at the carefully arranged blankets, and
start laughing. Yeah, I guess I was building a nest. A *love* nest.
I just won't call it that out loud.

	"Wanna try it out?" I ask him.

	"Sure." He slides under the blankets.

	"Well?"

	"These blankets are *freezing*! You should have warmed them
up first. All that body heat of yours is just going to waste."

	"Hey, I made the thing, least you can do is warm it up."

	"Fine, I'll keep the blankets warm if you come keep me warm."

	Best fucking idea I've heard all day. I step over Mulder
to get to my side of the "bed", but before I can sit down, Mulder
reaches up, and pulls the tie on my (his) robe. It parts and hangs
open, and then Mulder grabs an edge and yanks it completely off.

	Cold. It's freezing in here. I shiver a bit, and Mulder notices.

	"Come under the blankets before you freeze to death."

	"I wouldn't be cold if you hadn't pulled my robe off." I point
out, as I slide under the blankets.

	"Yeah, but you wouldn't be naked either. And then this
wouldn't feel as good..."

	He rolls on top of me. I arch up towards him, trying to get
as much contact as possible. The feel of skin against skin is
intoxicating. I reach up and grab his head, bringing his mouth to
mine. With the kiss I try to show him what a frenzy he's invoking in
me. But I think the feel of my hardening cock against his leg is a
better indicator.

	I feel the cotton of his boxer shorts against my groin. It's
not a bad feeling... the friction is actually pretty great. But it's
not bare skin. I slide my hands down his body and grasp at the
waistband. I try to pull them off, but we're pressed too tightly
against one and other.

	I break the kiss. "Mulder..."

	"What?" he asks. Now that his mouth is no longer busy with my
own, he's moving his lips across my face. Nibbling my earlobe.

	"Boxers..." I'm barely coherent.

	He understands what I'm trying to tell him. He lifts himself,
and I'm cold, so cold. Then he slides his shorts off, pushing them
halfway down his legs before he gives up and collapses against me
again.

	Warmth returns. His lips return. I manage to kick his boxers
the rest of the way off. 

	We slide against each other, and his fingers are everywhere,
tickling across my skin.

	"What... what do you want?" he asks me, breathlessly.

	What do I want? Anything, everything, exactly what I have now.
Mulder inside of me. Me inside of Mulder. 

	I can't have both.

	I arch up against him. "Take me, Mulder."

	He groans, and then takes one last lick at my mouth before he sits
up. I'm expecting him to get up to get lube, but he only reaches over.... 
to the robe?

	He pulls a tube of lube out of the robe pocket, and smiles at me.

	"Do you always carry lube around in your bathrobe?"

	"No. I stuck it in there when you were showering. I figured we
might need it."

	"Clever boy."

	I sit up and give him a kiss before laying back and spreading
myself for him. God, this is the best thing that's ever happened to me...

	He coats his fingers and reaches down. First, at gentle teasing
touch that makes me gasp. Then more pressure, rubbing it into my skin.
Then one finger slips in... two.. three... stretching... he reaches up,
finds my prostrate....

	"Yeeessss..."

	Soft kisses over my face, too many on my nose.... when I give
him a strange look, he says, "You have the cutest nose."

	And all the while his fingers are working magic.

	I reach for the discarded tube of lube, and squeeze some out
onto my hand. I reach down, and begin stroking Mulder's cock. He doesn't
expect the first touch, and jumps... then moans. 

	"You have to stop.... anymore and I'm going to lose it."

	"Mmmm... not yet. We're not done..." I say, as I cease the
movement of my hand. I kiss him deeply, and then say, "Now, Mulder. Do
it now."

	He pulls my legs up, and eases himself into me. I wrap my legs
around him, and he leans over and kisses me.


	And he starts to move..

	And he thrusts...

	And more...

	And more...

	And it goes on for I don't know how long, and the pleasure is
too much, and he reaches down and wraps his hand around my cock and
strokes me and I come and come and come.....

	And he screams and he's coming too.....


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	He slipped out of me some time ago, and now he's just lying
with his head on my shoulder, silent. I pulled the covers up around
us, and it's nice and warm under the blankets. Too warm, but it's a
pleasant feeling to be too hot in the winter.

	"Mulder? You awake?"

	"Mmm..."

	"You want to go to sleep?"

	He laughs. "You do realize that if I was asleep, you would
have woken me up, just to ask me if I wanted to go to sleep."

	I smile. "Yeah, and what would you have done about it?"

	He kisses my shoulder. "Pillow fight."

	"It wouldn't have been fair, anyway. I don't have a real pillow."

	"I think I would have to worry about that more than you, seeing
that I'd be the one getting smacked in the face with a pillowcase full
of towels. We just have to go shopping. Get you a real pillow."

	"Mmm."

	"I'm sticky."

	"Me too."

	He reaches and grabs the robe. Cleans us both up with the
sleeve, and then throws it back onto the floor. Disgusting.

	"Mulder, we're going to have to have a discussion about your
living habits."

	He looks over to the robe, and then back at me. "Sorry. I'm
not used to living with someone else."

	"Me neither. I guess I'll have to be less picky about some things."

	"We'll learn."

	"Yeah. We will." I smile, feeling warm inside and out. "I love
you, Mulder."

	"I love you too, Alex."

	Alex? Hmmm....

	"Goodnight, Fox."

	"What?!"

	"You called me Alex."

	"That doesn't mean.... I.... fine."

	"What?!"

	"I said fine. You better enjoy it."

	I break out in a grin. "Thank you."

	"Just..."

	"What?"

	"Don't... you know... in public...."

	"Okay."

	"And not in front of my friends."

	"*Okay.*"

	"Goodnight, Alex."

	"Goodnight, Fox."

	I feel a movement. "Fox, did you just *cringe*?"

	"Maybe... this is just going to take some getting used to."

	I smile, and kiss him. Which makes him smile back. He pulls
the covers up tighter around us, and puts his arms around me, and his
head on my shoulder.

	And we sleep.


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