From: Amatia Date: Thu, 15 Apr 1999 13:03:25 -0500 (CDT) Subject: "Hold You Down" (1/1) by Amatia Title: Hold You Down Author: Amatia Email: violinst@pitnet.net Disclaimer: I forgot it in "The City on the Edge of Forever". Duuh. Well, they're not mine. Is that disclaimer enough for you, CC? Category: V, slash Rating: NC-17 Summary: Krycek takes Mulder home after the events of "Duane Barry". Note: I just felt like it was time for a nice second season vignette...the style is a little different from my usual long drawn out descriptive stuff. :-) Must have been brought on by Internet-withdrawal while I wait for new modem software. I think this whole idea has been done before, though...just putting my own spin on things. :-) *** "Hold You Down" by Amatia "Mulder." Silence. "Mulder." Silence. "Mulder, for God's sake, answer me!" Annoyed. "What do you want, Krycek?" The sound of a car door opening. "Mulder, get in the car." Silence. "Look, Skinner asked me to make sure you got home okay. So just get in the car." The sound of another car door, opening, and then shutting. The sound of the first door shutting. The sound of the radio being switched on, something jazzy blaring out, then growing softer. "Mulder." The sound of a seat belt buckling. "Thank you. Do you care what we listen to?" "No." The sound of the radio being turned back up, classical this time. "Bach...Krycek, you must have been reading my file." Slightly teasing. "Sorry, Mulder, I think it's classified." The sound of a blinker ticking, then clicking off. Then the sound of the steering wheel sliding through a person's hands. Silence. "Why are you doing this, Alex?" "AD Skinner asked me to see you home safely, *Fox*. I'm doing this out of professional courtesty." "You do know that I am perfectly capable of driving myself home." "I don't think I need to explain to you why Skinner asked me to do this." Pause. "You're afraid I'm going to eat my gun just because Scully's disappeared." "Partly." The sound of the blinker again. "Krycek." "Yeah?" "You really need to get some better suits." "I can't afford much better, Mulder." A chuckle. The sound of the gearshift sliding into park. The sound of car doors opening, then closing. "Shit, I dropped my keys." The sound of keys jangling, then being turned in a lock. "Elevator. Come on." "It's kind of rickety." "It's out of order half the time." Keys jangling again. "The answer to everything, eh?" "Not many people notice that. You're quite perceptive." "They didn't let me graduate from the Academy based on my taste in clothing." The sound of a door opening. "Obviously." "You're inviting me in?" "Might as well have a soda. If I have any." The sound of a door shutting. "Fish, eh?" "One of them's not dead, is it?" "No." Silence. The sound of a soda can opening. Teasing. "Amazing it's not flat." "Amazing that I had some in the fridge. Have a seat." "Mind if I take off my jacket?" "Go ahead. You're the one who buys such bad suits." The sound of another soda can opening. "Will you stop making fun of my suits? You're horrible, Mulder." "And you wonder why my office was in the basement." The sound of footsteps on a wooden floor. "You have to stop acting as if she's dead." Incredulous. "I'm not!" "You are, Mulder." "Krycek, the last thing I want to believe is that Scully's dead." "But you *act* like it!" "How would you feel if the person you trusted most disappeared? Without a trace?" "She didn't disappear without a trace. There was plenty of evidence. We know exactly who took her." "I should be out looking for her, Alex." "No, you shouldn't." "I should!" "Mulder, you should be in bed, asleep. You can't look for Scully when you're so tired you can't focus." Angry. "Damnit, I can't sleep while she's missing." "Let me help you." "How?" The sound of clothes rustling. "Alex, no." "Mulder." Silence. "Mulder, let me." "I can't take advantage of you like this." Pause. "I want it." A sigh "Alex..." "All you have to do is say yes." Silence. "Mulder, don't look at me as though you're going to cry. Just tell me if you want it." Another sigh. "I want it, but..." Firmly "No buts." The sound of a zipper. Fumbling. Low. "God, Alex..." "Shh." Silence, except for breathing. Quick. Quicker. "We shouldn't be doing this. Oh, my..." Mumbled. "Shut up." "Aaah..." Breathing, heavier. The rasping sound of flesh on rough cotton. "More." Gasping. "Alex, don't stop." Hands, slipping through hair. A low moan, becoming louder. Swift, unintelligible murmuring. "Good God, yes...more...Alex!" Slowing. Slower. The sound of swallowing, then skin on skin. Silence. Drained. "You were right." "About what?" "I needed that." Knees, creaking. "Come on, let's get you to bed." Pause. "Don't go." Slightly shocked. "I won't." "Swear to me you won't speak a word of this." Solemn. "I won't." "Just for tonight." "I understand." Whispering. "Hold me." "I will." Pause. Clothes rustling. "You understood, when no one else did." "No one else tried, Mulder." Footsteps. "You know, I don't have a bed." "You should have said so sooner." "Couch." "I know." Hands on skin. A moan. "No..." "Why not?" "You need sleep, Mulder." Pleading. "It's only one night..." "You can't be looking for Scully in your current state." Reluctant. "All right. But hold me." "I will." Skin on skin. "Thank you." "No thanks are necessary. Just let me..." Skin sliding across skin once again. "Alex." "Sleep." "I..." "Sleep, Mulder." A sigh. Silence. Silence. Silence. violinst@pitnet.net Site X - http://personal.pitnet.net/london