From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2000 10:48:21 -0500
Subject: Denial by Cassie
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Title:  Denial
 
Author: Cassie 
 
Rating:  R for sex and language
 
E-mail:  Samantha0223@hotmail.com
 
Category:  SRA
 
Keywords:  MSR, Scully/Krycek
 
Spoilers:  "Biogenesis"
 
Distribution:  Gossamer, Spooky's - yes.  Anyone else
please ask first

Summary: Scully thinks Mulder is sleeping with the enemy.
Two can play at that game.
 
Disclaimer:  not mine, obviously.
 
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"Denial"
 
I stood still for a moment, just staring at the cell
phone in my hand.  I'd had a moment to think, and it
had dawned on me that I recognized the voice that had
answered Mulder's phone.
 
Diana Fucking Fowley.
 
What the *hell* was she doing with him.  I'd thought
Mulder and I had reached an understanding.  Sure, we'd
had some rough patches since she'd come back into his
life... but, after that fiasco with Padgett we'd
finally let go and told each other everything we'd
known, but never said.  At least not without the
benefit of morphine.
 
He was in love with me, and I was in love with him. A
simple confession that led me not only into his arms,
but also into his bed.  We were finally happy.  Mulder
had even joined me in Vegas after my little escapade 
with the Gunmen was over.
 
Then, he "taught" me how to play baseball. Total
seduction on my part.  Never hit a baseball?  Please, 
I was a tomboy with two brothers.  I'm a better
baseball player than he is.
 
Being lovers came naturally to us, we've always 
been partners.  Now, in every conceivable way.
We made love that night, slow and easy, pressed up 
against the backstop fence.  Then, again back at
his place - in the bed that Diana was no doubt
currently occupying.
 
Well, Mulder.  I have only one thing to say to that.
 
Two can play at that game.
 
He wants to sleep with the enemy?  Well, so can I.
 
I turned angrily and came face to face with a very
familiar looking man.  He slowly removed the wig he
was wearing and ran a hand through his cropped black
hair.
 
"Krycek."  I breathed, surprised that he would let
me see him.  We hadn't spoken more than two words
to each other in over four years.  Not since just before
Duane Barry.  I cringed - remembering our one-night
stand.  After I'd found out whose side he was *really*
on, I'd felt used.
 
But, there's one think about him that almost makes
up for that.  Alex Krycek is an amazing lover.
Not as good as Mulder, mind you.  But, Krycek was
here... and Mulder, well, Mulder probably had his
cock buried in Diana at that particular moment.
 
"Dana..."  He whispered.  He only used my first name
when we were alone.  "It's been a while."
 
I nodded and stepped closer.  "What are you doing
here?" I asked, my voice already betraying my
intentions.
 
"I could ask you the same thing."  He said softly,
closing the space between us even more.
 
At his proximity, I began to lose the ability to
form coherent thoughts.  The man had an electricity
that couldn't be ignored.  And a hunger that 
couldn't be sated.
 
"Where's Mulder?"  He asked as I stepped close
enough to finally trace my fingers down his chest.
 
"Who gives a fuck."  I replied, reaching around, 
grabbing his neck and yanking his lips down to
mine.  God, I'd almost forgotten what he was like.
Feral, animalistic, and so completely dangerous.
Flames of desire started to spread over my body,
licking at my center and reaching out to burn him.
 
He pulled back slightly and gauged the want and need
in my eyes.  "Hungry?"  He asked, nipping at my
bottom lip.
 
"Starved."  I rasped, grinding myself shamelessly into him.  
He turned and pushed me up against the door, 
hiking up my skirt and unceremoniously ripping away
my underwear.  We groped each other greedily, and when
we came, it was loud, violent, and together.
 
I regretted it immediately.
 
Alex Krycek would never be accused of being a gentle
lover.  Or one for much of an afterward.  He zipped
up and stood awkwardly, waiting for me to straighten
my clothes.  I hadn't even realized I was crying until
a hot, salty tear dropped onto my hand.
 
"Dana - "  He began, reaching out to me.  
I shot my head up and gave him a look that would 
have stopped wild horses.
 
"Don't."  I demanded, pushing away from the door so
I could unlock it.  I tried to open it, but he 
pressed his hand against it, slamming it back into
place.
 
"Let me finish."  He ordered.  I crossed my arms 
protectively over my chest and gave him an expectant
look.  "I was going to say, should I assume that this
never happened?"
 
I nodded curtly and tried to leave again, but this time
it was his voice that stopped me.
 
"See you next time."
 
I turned back to him slowly.  "There isn't going to *be*
a next time, Alex."  I said as slowly as possible.
 
"That's what you said last time."  He taunted, as if
I needed to be reminded.
 
"Look,"  I said, placing my hands on my hips.  
"This was a mistake.  You know it, and I know it.  
It can't happen again.  It won't happen again."
 
"Please,"  He said sarcastically.  "You don't really believe 
that.  You can't get enough of me, Dana, and you know it.  It
took you a while, but I knew you come around."
 
"I didn't 'come around', Alex.  And I have no intention of
ever coming back.  We fucked, Alex.  That's all."  I said
bluntly.  "That's all it was and all it ever will be
because it ends right here, right now."  He just looked at me. 
"Never again, Alex.  Never again."  I turned and walked out the door.
 
Oh yes.  I, am in Denial.
 
 
 
 
 
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THE END.
 
Maybe.
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