From: daddy793@aol.com (Daddy793) Date: 1998/09/02 Subject: NEW: "AW II: So Minimal" by Te Afternoon Weirdness II: So Minimal by Te 8/98 Disclaimers: These boys don't belong to me, but I sure do like playing with them. Spoilers: Little bitty ones for most of the Krycek episodes and Fight the Future. Ratings Note: R? I think. Summary: Alex Krycek drops by for a chat. Warnings: Rather dark. Acknowledgments: Many thanks to the marvelous Alicia, Prime Beta, paragon of grace and beauty. Author's Note: Yeah, so I was dredging through my old mix tapes from high school and before. This is inspired by the song "Gonna Get Close To You" by Queensryche. Anyone else remember Queensryche? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Afternoon Weirdness II: So Minimal by Te Daddy793@aol.com ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Watching you, watching you... Mulder, do you have any idea how much of your life is on video? Miles and miles of tape. Maybe you do know.... Would that be why you always put on such a show? Or maybe I'm just easily amused. It wasn't difficult to get back into the game, you know. I made a few mistakes, got my ass caught... but there's always gonna to be *someone* who wants your ass, Mulder. For something. So I got myself a patron, cultured and elegant enough to make the occasional grope forgivable and.... Well, he was very clean. You can't always count on that. Easy to wind myself back in, the errand boy too dangerous to be ignored, too potentially valuable to be killed. My patron knew the truth behind that "potential," but I think he was fond of me, in his way. I made sure he knew how to find you. I made sure his death was both painless and spectacular. I know he'd appreciate the irony of such an eminently *noticeable* end. Did you? Stop looking at me like that, you're hurting my feelings. I do have feelings, you know. And so do you. Eventually I'm going to take off the gag and you can tell me all about them. But I want to keep talking at you for a while, I do. They kept me away from any direct contact with you. They knew bad things tended to happen when we got together.... Such a close call in Russia. You really had no clue, did you? Just a few more days and I would've been able to put it all in your greedy little hands. Hands. You have nice ones, you know that? I've always liked hands. Manipulation, of course. I know the jargon as well as you do. Better on some things, I think. Do you know how many people get into psychology solely to figure out what's wrong with them? Of course you do. I could get used to that eye roll. You learned that from Scully, didn't you? Stop that, really. I know you've had time to think about that. I'm not going to sit here and make apologies I don't mean, or excuses that would only make both of us lose respect for me. What, you don't respect me? What if I just kissed you again? Stop flinching. Mulder, I remember things about your hands. So spidery and jittery... they felt good on my skin. On my cock. Did you like the way it felt? God, I remember how hard I was.... felt like my heart was beating in my cock. You wouldn't let me return the favor. I have no idea what excuse you made but it was terribly disappointing. I wanted you to spin me around and fuck me through the nearest wall. I could touch you right now. You wouldn't be able to stop me... you could even call it rape. Would you like that? Is it obscene to ask? I can't tell what that look means. Are you *trying* to make me take off the gag, Mulder? That's not at all fair. I watched you for so long... taking care of business in the *daylight* hours so I could devote my nights to you. When did you stop caring about the surveillance? And where did you get that dildo from, hunh? Who were you thinking about when you stripped from the waist down and fucked yourself? Not even a blush. You've decided you know my game, then. It can't shock you so long as it's sexual. Don't give the perp anything to play with, right? Thank you, Mulder. I needed that. Just a little narrowing, a bit of crinkle around your eyes -- and we're all getting older, aren't we? -- but it's enough. Don't worry. I have my own toys. Like this. A bit ostentatious, I know. Switchblade would serve the same purpose, but there's a certain romance to a straight razor, don't you think? Let me get a little closer... you don't mind, do you? I want you to see this. Those sodium things outside your place are nothing compared to moonlight, but still... I think you can appreciate the glitter. You're angry now. Should I take off the gag? Should I cut it off? What if I ran the edge down your chest just. like. this-- Whoops. Sorry, Mulder, I didn't mean to cut you. Yet. But you were breathing so hard.... Just a little blood on the blade.... You taste good. Want some? Of *course* you don't. Yeah, this turns me on. Maybe you can tell me later exactly what it means. That degree should count for something. Would you like to know what I'm going to do to you? Oh, I could get used to the look on your face. Do you know what you look like? You want to hit me. You're thinking about all those times you had me at gunpoint, or even shiv-point, and fucked up. That's what you're thinking, I know it. Can you see yourself killing me, now? I can see your mind working, Fox. Such beautiful eyes... I'm going to cut your shirt open. Leave the halves resting on your shoulders... No, maybe a little further down so I can see your arms twisting in their sockets. I've gained an appreciation for shoulders in the past year or so. I'm going to touch you with the razor... I really don't trust my hand on your body. I'll be careful, see? You're breathing harder. You know what I think? I think you want this just as bad as I do. Or think you do. Tell me this: You really don't want to have killed me when you first found out about my little betrayal, do you? How about a little dry shave? You want me to open your pants, too? I will.... just nod. I suppose that lovely little thrust will have to do for an answer. God, your cock even prettier than dreamed about. I'm sorry, Mulder, we're going to have to abandon the game for just a moment while I... Mmm... yeah. You taste as good as I dreamed, too. I don't mind telling you how bad I wanted you. How bad I want you now... It *is* why I'm here. Just one more taste... Make that sound again? No matter. I'll remember it. But I was saying.... What *was* I saying? You made me forget. Bad you. Shh. Shh.... It was just a little cut. Look, you're hardly bleeding at all. Let it give you a little focus, hmm? It certainly improves *my* concentration. I was saying that I know exactly when you wish you'd killed me. Oh, I was wrong. I like *this* look a lot better. Look at yourself. You're even harder than you were before... but even if I didn't have your personal divining rod to show me the truth I could see it in your eyes. It shows, Mulder. Really. If I had another hand I could just yank your head back when I wanted you to look at me again. As it is... No one ever said you weren't a bright boy. Now, when you wish you'd killed me: Hong Kong. Right when I asked you to. Public. Messy. Cold-blooded. No way you would've gotten off. Bad enough you even *had* a gun in that country -- and you know full well that *my* prints weren't on it -- but cold- blooded murder? It would've been over. All of it. You would've gotten the death penalty, but they're a lot less punctilious about keeping the criminals alive until their execution date over there.... And you knew that, too. Over. For both of us. You should've done it, you son of a bitch. ... There. Gag's off. Your mouth's a little swollen... but it looks good on you. Talk to me, Mulder. Was I right? Another silent look? Do you just like the sound of my voice that much? ... All right. I know that look, too. Anything you want. ~~~~~ End. ~~~~~