From: Nikits1 Date: 17 Jan 2000 03:47:32 GMT Subject: Fic:Emotions 1:Fighting Desire M/K Slash NC-17 Title:Fighting Desire Author:Sarah Fandom:X-files Pairing:Mulder/Krycek Rating:NC-17, m/m sex, bad language. Archive: yes, let me know where. Status:NEW Complete 11/99 Series/sequel:Part 1 of the Emotions Series feedback: sure Nikits1@aol.com webpage:http://www.angelfire.com/ny3/ratchick/index.html Spoilers: let's just say all Krycek eps up to and including The Red and The Black, to be safe. Summary:Mulder encounters Alex Krycek in his office. Set somewhere in the beginning of season six. disclaimer:I don't own them. Alex Krycek sat at Fox Mulder's desk. Feet up, looking every bit as if he owned the place. Sneaking into the Hoover building was a cinch Breaking in Mulder's office..ha! that was a cake walk. Alex heard the doorknob turn and knew instantly who it would be. He didn't have to worry about getting caught by The Ice Queen. That bitch was on vacation, thank God. In entered Mulder, and much to Alex's surprise, he didn't look as shocked as he'd expected. //Damn, am I get so predicable that he *expects* me to show up at his office?// "What the Fuck are you doing here Krycek?!" Anger, but still not surprise. //Ah, I can live with that.// "Just making myself comfortable Mulder." He said in a cocky voice, as he put one leg on top of the other on the desk. "Get the fuck outta here Krycek, or I'll have you arrested, and that is very easy, considering where we are." Alex snorted. "Arrested for *what*? You have nothing on me, but your own intuition." Mulder sighed, knowing Alex was right. "Now, let's cut all this shit ok? I'm here, to finally give *you* want you've been giving me over the years." Alex saw Mulder's eyes alter from confusion to recognition. "That's all over." Alex laughed. "Is it? Let's review shall we? Tunguska, in that cell. You beat the shit out of me, then fucked me up the ass. Hong Kong, we go to that hotel over night to rest. You beat the shit out of me, then.." He motioned his hand in the air, in a downward motion. "Fucked me up the ass. Are you seeing a pattern here Mulder? Seems your anger has a sexual charge to it. I just wonder why you didn't take me when we were partners..you had plenty of opportunities." "I don't fuck little boys." Alex laughed loudly. "So that was it, huh? The 'junior agent' look. Yeah, I hated it too baby." Alex sat up, and walked around the desk, giving Mulder a full view of him. There he stood, leather clad, in all his glory. Black leather, black jeans, white tee-shirt underneath, looking sexy enough to eat. He took one step closer to Mulder. "You like this look better?" Mulder gulped, he promised himself that he would never give into to his addiction of Alex Krycek again, and yet all he wanted to do at this moment was bend him over and fuck him on his desk. "I love this look, Mulder. *This* is the real me. Mmm, leather just..does something to you, you know? Makes you feel impulsive, dangerous. That's me." Mulder still said nothing, trying his hardest to win the battle that was going on in his mind. "So..my question to you Mulder is..why haven't you beaten me up and fucked me in a while, huh? Is it because of that night? When I give you the information on the rebels?" He stalked closer, talking in a low, husky voice. "Do you feel..that we've developed some kind of alliance now? Do you feel that you are betraying yourself and everyone else, if you fuck me without the violence first? Cause then you can't justify it anymore. Can't say that it was rage..instead of passion." Mulder just stared in amazement. //How the fuck can this guy know every thought that is going on in my god damned head?// Alex pursued more, knowing he was right. "That's it, isn't it Mulder? Well, remember what I said when I got here? That it was *my* turn to give it to you. I'll make it easy on you, Mulder. *I* am gonna take *you*. And you can analyze that in your brain later, as much as you want. See, I'm not like you. I'm not afraid or *ashamed* to admit that I want you. You could have me every night of the week, if you wanted to. All you have to do is ask. We could fuck like crazy, our whole relationship could be based on fucking, if that's what you want. I'm game for anything." When Mulder finally found his voice..he still had no idea what he was trying to say. "I..uh.." All thought was cut off when a hard mouth came crashing down on his own. Hard and brutal, taking his mouth with extreme intensity. Mulder kissed back, giving Alex his mouth in what was an earth shattering kiss. They had never kissed before. Mulder had always just turned him into a wall or thrown him onto a bed, after hitting him. The closest they came to kissing before this was when Alex kissed him that night on the cheek. That left Mulder surprised and shocked and confused. Wondering why this man would kiss him, after the way he has treated him. It made him think that there could possibly be another side to Alex Krycek. Alex was drinking up the sweetness of Mulder's mouth and tongue. Putting his all into this kiss. Knowing that it might be the only one. He always enjoyed kissing, loved it actually. But he didn't kiss just anyone. Kissing was even more personal to him then someone shoving their dick up his ass. The last person he kissed was Marita. That fucking bitch. The only reason he did *that* was because he was so desperate to kiss someone..anyone. He had forgotten what it felt like. While kissing Marita, he thought of Fox Mulder. The next day, he kissed Fox Mulder on the cheek. Alex pulled away. They were both flushed and breathing hard. "Now shut up Mulder, and let me fuck you." The whisper was soft. Mulder could only manage a shaky nod. Deciding that it was useless. Fighting his addiction to Alex Krycek was simply useless. Mulder felt himself being bent over the desk. //Oh shit, that fantasy I had wasn't that far off. Except it's *me*, not him.// He giggled softly. "What is it?" "Nothing.." Alex wondered what Mulder would find funny about this. Then he realized that he was about to fuck Special Agent Fox Mulder, over his desk, in the basement of the Hoover Building. Talk about crazy. //Oh well, that *is* me, after all.// Alex unbuttoned his jeans with one hand, for that was all he had. //Mulder must know about the arm, I hope.// Alex's jeans dropped to the floor. No underwear of course, that saved time. Mulder already knew about the no underwear thing. Alex undid Mulder's dress pants and watched them pool around his legs. He pulled the tube of lube out of his jacket pocket, prepared of course, since this was why he came here in the first place. Mulder pillowed his head in his hands and waited in anticipation. He hadn't had a guy inside him since college. The idea of being filled by Alex Krycek sent a bolt of desire right down his middle. He groaned at the intrusion of one slick finger, feeling a little pain. Soon, a second finger was added and Alex started moving them back and forth. No pain now, only sheer pleasure. He groaned and rocked backwards, fucking himself on the fingers. Alex's cock was dripping. Seeing Mulder spread out before him, so wantonly, pushing back on his hand, wanting more, was driving him crazy. The heat of his ass on his fingers only increased his arousal, as he imaged that heat around his cock, gripping him tight. Years he has waited for this, and it was finally going to happen. Alex slicked up his cock and pressed into Mulder. The heat and tighten was just as he pictured it. God, Mulder was so tight. He pushed more, inch by inch. Finally he was all the way home. He rested his head on Mulder's back, trying to regain his composure. Mulder was making little whimpering noises. Alex managed to control himself enough to ask if he was all right. "Yeah..I'm..I'm fine..been a while.." "Am I hurting you?" Genuine concern. He wanted this to be good, for both of them. Those times Mulder fucked him, he never hurt him, the pain came before, when he was punching his face in. "No..you're not hurting me..shit Krycek..Alex..you feel so good." Mulder was kind of embarrassed saying that..letting Krycek know so much..but he couldn't stop himself, it was the truth. Alex smiled a little, satisfied with that answer. "You feel good too, Mulder" he murmured into his neck. Alex started to move, slow at first, then picking up speed. His tongue crept out to lick at Mulder's neck. He nipped and kissed and licked the sweet skin, while pumping hard into the older man. His moved his right hand down and gripped Mulder's hard, throbbing cock. Mulder's hand covered his and they worked together, two strong hands intertwined, stroking the hard muscle. Alex was moaning now, feeling his orgasm approach in one blinding flash. He slammed into him a few more times, his balls slapping against the older man's flesh. Then he was coming hard, shooting his seed into the agent's ass. "Oh..god Mulder..yes." "Alex! ohhh..yeah Alex.." Mulder's head snapped back as he came all over his desk and both of their hands. Both men slumped forward, weakened and spent. Alex disengaged himself, mourning the loss of the tight heat. He rearranged his close and zipped up. Glancing at his watch, he realized it was getting late. He should get out of there, before he risked getting caught. Mulder was still slumped on his desk, but noticed out of the corner of his eye that Alex was getting ready to leave. His mind jumped back to what Krycek said..about having him anytime, if that's what he wanted. He did want that, but not just for the sex. He wanted to get to know this guy. The *real* him. The man that lives in the shadows and dresses in leather. He knew in the back of his mind, that Alex Krycek was a dangerous and ruthless person. But that didn't mean that he didn't have a good side. And he has seen some of that good side, the caring side, like when he gave him the information on the Rebels, and most recently, when he asked if he was ok while they were fucking, not wanting to hurt him. Aware that Alex was ready to leave, he came to a decision. "Hey..Alex?" Alex turned around to face the man that finally stood up, pulling up his boxers and pants. "Yeah Mulder?" "Do you wanna come over friday night? You know, drink some beers, watch the Knicks?" Alex smiled slightly. //See Mulder..things don't have to stay the way they are. Even you can change..hell, so can I.// "Sure Mulder. 8:00 ok?" "Yeah..see you then." "Ok..see ya." Alex turned, hand on the door knob. "Alex?" "Yes?" He turned again, and watched as Mulder walked up to him. Before he knew it, he was being kissed passionately by the older man, tongue probing the inside of his mouth. Mulder pulled back after a few seconds and smiled softly. "See you then." He whispered. Alex walked out of the office, amazed. //Well, I guess that kiss before *wasn't* doing to be the only one..// He grinned, happy at the turn of events. He had thought this would be the last time he'd see Fox Mulder, and now, very possibly a relationship could be forming. He was happy that they stopped all the games and were finally truthful to themeselves. Truthful that neither one can fight this desire. The End.