From chaos@pophost.com Tue May 13 17:18:32 1997
Subject: (fwd) Unarchived Story
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From: marita@geocities.com (Marita)
Subject: Rat Trap (NC-17 slash)
Date: Tue, 18 Mar 1997 15:25:16 GMT

I did not write this.  I am merely posting it at the author's request.
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Disclaimer: Most of these characters, and the "X Files" plot lines and
situations, are the property of Chris Carter and 1013 Production.  This
literary endeavor is intended for the free enjoyment of "X Files" fans.  No
intellectual property theft is intended.

This is "slash" which means your favorite innocent television characters in
luridly imagined homosexual situations.  Definitely NC-17, no minors or
prudes.

MKRA; yes.     ATXC; yes, (Why not, let's corrupt a few more!) Gossamer;
Hell yes!

"Rat Trap"
by cathy lee

Set some time after "Paperclip"

The agents were just settling down to work on reports from their latest
case when the telephone call came from their boss's secretary asking them
to attend a meeting with him in his office at ten that morning.  At the
appointed time they arrived, and were ushered inside.  Walter Skinner
showed them into the adjoining conference room where another FBI agent sat
waiting, casually reviewing a stack of files.

Skinner directed his two agents to adjacent chairs.  "Sit down Agents
Scully and Mulder, I'd like you to meet Agent Donald Woods from
anti-terrorism." Woods was a handsome and conservatively dressed
African-American man in his late thirties.

Scully and Mulder both shook agent Woods' hand before taking their seats
around the end of the table.  In an unusual display of old-fashioned
etiquette, Woods arose to help Scully into her chair.

As soon as they were all comfortably seated, Agent Woods got down to the
details of why he was there.  "Assistant Director Skinner asked me to
include the two of you in this case because of a particular personal
expertise you may have.  Three weeks ago the anti-terrorism office arrested
a suspected arms dealer who was attempting to sell nerve gas to undercover
FBI agents who were posing as representatives of a fundamentalist Egyptian
terrorist group.  Over the course of the last few weeks, the dealer,
Douglas Golding, has been very cooperative in assisting our division to
identify and gather evidence against other persons suspected of engaging in
similar illegal activities." Woods paused and glanced at Skinner, who
nodded for him to continue.

"We'd like your assistance in apprehending one of the individuals who
Golding identified as a contact, I think you know him very well...  he's
former FBI agent, Alex Krycek."

Both Scully and Mulder continued to stare expressionlessly at the other
agent.  Scully quickly glanced sideways at her partner and noted that his
mouth deliberately stiffened to avoid any display of anger or agitation.
She answered the other agent.  "I think we'd both be very interested in
helping you with this case, Agent Woods."

Woods smiled, "Well, this is what we have so far," he pushed a stuffed
manila envelope towards the two agents.  "I think it would be best for you
interrogate Golding yourselves.  Our office has been considering setting
traps to bring in several of the suspected dealers, including Krycek.  You
know a lot more about the man than anyone at anti-terrorism so we'd like
for you to determine from your interrogation of Golding, if you think that
would be feasible."

Scully picked up the manila envelope from the end of the table.  "How soon
can we talk to Golding?"

"We have him at the federal holding facility in Newark, so as soon as you
can get up there he's yours.  I myself am returning this afternoon so I can
arrange for you to see him first thing in the morning if you like."

Mulder answered him tersely, "We'll be there tonight."

Woods was slightly taken aback by Mulder's avid determination.  "Of course,
Agent Mulder.  Would you like to arrange to meet him at six or seven this
evening then?  I'm afraid I won't be able to be there any sooner."

"Six will be fine." He glanced over at Scully and she nodded her
acquiescence.

Woods arose from his seat and faced the two agents, "Well then, I'm
planning on returning on the four o'clock shuttle, flight 8408.  If you'd
like to travel with me I'm sure they have seats available, the flight is
always wide open.  I can brief you a little more thoroughly on the case
then.  Will that give you enough time to get ready?"

"Plenty of time, thank you." Scully answered.

"Well, if you'll excuse me I have a very busy day ahead.  I need to speak
to a federal judge here in Washington about obtaining wiretapping warrants
on over twenty suspects mentioned by Golding."

"I don't suppose one of them is Krycek?" Mulder asked.

"Oh yeah, we'll go ahead and get a warrant in case we might need it later."

"Even without a telephone number?"

"I gotta tell ya, this judge is the best friend the FBI ever had.  If
you'll excuse me then, I've really got to run, I have a meeting with him at
eleven." Woods excused himself and exited the room.

As soon as he was gone Mulder almost broke into a smile of gratitude.
"Thank you sir, you don't know how much it means to me to get involved in
this case."

"Mulder, Scully, I want you both to understand that under no circumstances
am I allowing your involvement in this case for reasons of personal
satisfaction.  This isn't to be a personal vendetta for you.  I simply
felt, and Agent Woods agrees with me, that your familiarity with the
suspect would be helpful.  But you're only to be involved with bringing in
Krycek, and only as an advisor.  Under no circumstances will you have
anything to do with the apprehension of the other suspects.  And for that
matter Krycek isn't even high on the list of persons the FBI is interested
in capturing.  With that in mind, I need to remind you that the Willis case
reports need to be on my desk no later than Thursday morning."

"Yes Sir." Scully responded.

Skinner turned his attention back to a pile of files Woods had left for him
to review.  A few seconds later he looked back at the agents who were still
sitting at attention in their chairs at the conference table.  "You're
excused Agents Mulder and Scully." Only then did they arise and leave the
office.

After spending the day reviewing the Golding file, which was comprised of
mostly abridged interview transcripts, Scully swung by her apartment to
pack an overnight bag and met Mulder and Woods at National Airport at
three-fifteen.  Conveniently, they were all able to get seats together.

While the flight was underway, Woods briefed them on additional details of
the case.  "Golding is typical of a new generation of illegal arms dealers
that the FBI has been running into more and more over the last few years.
He's young, intelligent and highly educated.  These dealers come from a
more-or-less wealthy North American or European backgrounds.  They are
typically amoral and have absolutely no personal loyalty to any particular
social or political system.  Basically they're in it for the thrill.  Even
the money is only secondary."

Mulder and Scully continued listen attentively.

"I'd like to give you a brief history on Golding, in case you haven't
gotten a chance to read it from the file.  He's only thirty-three years old
but he has dozens of contacts all over the globe.  He graduated magna cum
laude from Stanford with a degree in sociology in nineteen eighty-six,
joined the Army and worked in Special Forces for four years where he was
trained as an weapons systems expert.  While in the army he was recruited
by the CIA but was rejected at the last minute due to his poor performance
on a series of psychological tests.  After that he wandered around for a
few years working at various resort towns, ski resorts in the winter and
beach resorts in the summer.  Four years ago he went to Peru and worked for
the Peruvian Army.  That's where he met a lot of his contacts.  He left
Peru two and a half years ago but he's been on their payroll ever since."

"He's been mostly a middleman for arms sales.  He gets suppliers, usually
thieves here in the United States and in Canada, together with buyers.  His
list of contacts has multiplied tremendously over the last few years.  He's
made nearly a million dollars for himself and a lot more for his clients."

A few hours later, Scully and Mulder were accompanied by Woods into an
interogation room where Golding sat with his lawyer.  Golding was a very
attractive tall blonde man with a smarmy, seductive smile that habitually
broke into an insolent sneer.

Mulder began the questioning.  "Mr.  Golding, I'm Fox Mulder of the X-files
division in Washington D.C..  My partner, Agent Dana Scully, and myself are
here to ask you a few questions about your relationship with your business
associate Alex Krycek."

"Sure go ahead."

"When did you first contact Mr.  Krycek?"

"He first contacted me early last year.  Apparently he got my name from
Richard Hart, an old Army buddy of mine.  I didn't actually meet him until
much later."

"So is Hart also involved with illegal arms dealing?"

Agent Woods broke in, "Richard Hart was brought in for questioning last
week.  Apparently he had no idea that he was an accessory to any illegal
activities.  Hart knew Krycek when Krycek was still an FBI agent.  He
thought he was aiding an FBI investigation when he referred Krycek to Mr.
Golding."

"So when did you first meet Krycek?"

"Last September at Airport Holiday Inn in Montreal."

"Tell me about that first meeting.  Did he have something to sell or to
give you to sell?"

"Yeah, he said he did, but it wasn't typical of the type of merchandise I
usually deal in.  It was secret documents.  I usually only deal in small
tangible items such as chemical weapons or electronic circuit boards for
weapon systems.  But he offered me a ton of money, and..."

"And what?"

Golding smiled widely and glanced over at his lawyer and then to Agent
Woods.

"What else did he offer you Golding, some of the information for yourself?"

He snickered provocatively as he spoke.  "About the nicest piece of ass
I've ever had in my life?"

Mulder sat back in his chair a little shocked and confused, was Golding
suggesting that Krycek had a female accomplice or was there a prostitute
involved somehow?  Woods hadn't mentioned anyone else, but then again,
according to the reports he'd read, the FBI hadn't really interrogated
Golding that extensively regarding his partnership with Krycek.

"Would you mind explaining what you mean Golding, was there a woman
involved?" Simultaneously both the lawyer and Agent Woods leaned back in
their chairs and looked away with exasperated sighs.  Golding began to
laugh.

"No, Agent Mulder." He stared intensely at the agent.  Mulder swallowed
hard when he realized what Golding was talking about.  "I fucked him and he
fucked me.  It was about the best sex I ever had."

Woods interrupted with a jumpy explanation, "Actually Agents Mulder and
Scully, we've found that this is typical behavior among these new types
arms dealers.  In an atmosphere of extreme mistrust they often cement
alliances with sex, heterosexual and homosexual, whether they're inclined
that way or not.  Its almost expected." Golding continued to stare at
Mulder, smirking, as if confirming everything Woods explained.

Mulder leaned back and regarded the suspect across from him.  He was an
attractive man who looked a lot younger than his years.  But his cocky
attitude and overall sleaziness gave him an instant dislikeablity.  He
couldn't help but to immediately think, 'Alex what in the hell have you
gotten yourself into?'

He pressed forward with his questioning.  "Mr.  Golding, how many times did
you meet with Krycek?"

"Oh, four or five, I guess."

"And did you have sex with him every time the two of you met?"

"Only four times ...now I remember, we met five times but we only had sex
four times."

"Why was that?"

"Well, we had buyers with us the last time.  They wouldn't leave us and
insisted on taking us out on the town."

"Did you have a chance to see what Krycek was selling?"

"I know they were documents printed out from a digital tape he ripped off
from the government, but he never let me see them.  He gave me a general
idea what they contained so that I could locate buyers for him, that's
all."

For the next two hours, they continued to interrogate Golding about his
association with Krycek.  Mulder noted that Woods was right, Golding *was*
a very cooperative suspect.  His lawyer had advised him to give up as much
information as possible, and in exchange the federal government had agreed
not to charge him with espionage.  They were able to draw up a detailed
list of every contact Krycek had made through Golding, plus the dates and
locations of every meeting.  At one point Mulder began to press forward
with questions regarding the common practice of having sex with his clients
and contacts.  Golding talked about his sexual relationship with Krycek,
launching into details that no one in the room was prepared to hear.

"He always wanted to be on top but I insisted on being on top a few times
myself.  He let me, he was always willing to compromise, that's what I
liked about him.  I didn't think that he'd ever had sex with another man
before, but then after we screwed, I could tell he was *very* experienced.
...I knew I wanted to fuck him the moment I laid eyes on him."

Woods became exasperated by the direction the questioning was going.  "Mr.
Golding, I think we've heard enough about your sexual relationship with
Krycek.  The United States Attorney General is much more interested in your
*professional* relationship."

"Well the United States Attorney General can't really separate the two, now
can they?  It was all part of the arrangement we had."

"How did the two of you contact each other?" Mulder asked.

"I already told you, by messages posted to the alt dot nerd dot obsessive
newsgroup."

"When was he expecting to hear from you, Golding?"

"I told you, I'm supposed to have clients lined up for him by this week,
he's waiting to hear from me now."

"And do you have any idea where he is?"

"Out of the country but close to the border, that's where he stays."

Woods redirected the questioning.  "Mr.  Golding as part of the deal you
and your attorney discussed with the Department of Justice, you agreed to
help us arrest some of your old suppliers and contacts.  Alex Krycek is one
person we're particularly interested in apprehending.  Would you be willing
to help us bring him in?"

"Sure, our next meeting place is supposed to be the Ambassador Hotel in San
Juan.  He's waiting now for a message from me about when to meet him
there."

A short while later the interview broke up and a guard escorted Golding
back to his cell.  Woods drove back to New York City and Scully and Mulder
went to their hotel in Springfield New Jersey.  With professional
satisfaction Mulder considered the progress they had made that evening.
After months of a low burning anger towards his ex-partner there seemed to
be real chance that the man would at last be apprehended.

He and Scully briefly discussed a schedule and a division of labor for
finishing up some overdue reports, then he returned to his room with a full
bucket of ice and a couple of cans of ginger ale.  At a dollar apiece from
the machine at the end of the hall he once again had to kick himself for
forgetting to pack sodas in his suitcase.  This was way too rich on a
Gman's salary.  He poured himself a drink and clicked on the television.
The movie on HBO showing two policemen running after a terrorist who had
attempted to rob a bank.  The escaped suspect looked a little like Krycek
he thought, though maybe smaller overall, and this guy was blond and his
face was much thinner.  But he had the same movements and the same
stupid-assed mannerism.

He took a long swallow of his ginger ale.  ...So Krycek had sex with men,
not too surprising actually.  Merely forming the thought shot a shock of
arousal through his body.  He wondered if Krycek was really gay or if he
was only wisely conforming to the mores of the group of international arms
dealers and criminals in which he found himself.  Would he himself have
done the same under similar circumstances?  Probably not, but then, he
could never imagine falling in with the same group of people.

Suddenly he realized that he needed to cum.  And why not?  It would help
him relax before he fell asleep.  He flicked through the television
channels to find something inspiring.  But of course, there was nothing,
this was a Ramada Inn in New Jersey for the gods' sake, they seldom had
those kinds of channels.  Instead he turned back to HBO, muted the sound,
and watched the Krycek-look-alike wiring a building with explosives while
some low-rent Jean Claude van Damme crouched around trying to foil the
plot.  The Krycek-look-alike was crawling through the ductwork with a wire
and an electronic timing device, a sophisticated piece of equipment which
the FBI never actually encountered, but was constantly seen on TV.  The
Krycek-look-alike stretched out underneath a vent in the floor where some
important conference was supposed to take place.  There was something about
the way that body shimmied along the ductwork, it really reminded him of
Alex.

Suddenly, Mulder found his hand cradling his genitals, his palm rubbing
lazily along the hardening cock.  He needed a fantasy to sustain his
evolving arousal.  A vision of Krycek and Golding together making love
invaded his thoughts.  Fucking ridiculous, he nervously laughed to himself.
He suddenly relived the shock of pain he had felt when Golding had revealed
his sexual relationship with Alex, almost as if he were protective of the
man.  Alex and Golding together, it was actually ludicrous and slightly
repulsive.

He thought about what Golding had said, about the two of them taking turns
being on top.  A vision of Alex laying on the bed, nude, ready to take it
up the ass entered his mind.  Mulder tried to banish the thought from his
head as he stroked his now rock hard shaft.  He concentrated on remembering
his favorite fuck film, the scene with two blonde women performing oral sex
on each other ...that did it for him almost every time.  But this night, it
just wouldn't jell in his mind.  Alex Krycek kept invading, lying on his
stomach with his legs slightly spread.

Mulder suddenly saw himself hungrily groping and massaging the round
asscheeks, kissing his way up the slender but muscular back and positioning
himself over Krycek's hot crack.  Yes, it was possible ...and apparently
Alex had done it often before.  He pictured himself violently pressing
Alex's face down into the pillow while he drove down into the wet, tight
opening, fucking hard, splitting him in two, making Alex scream from pain
and ecstasy.  He pictured himself pumping about a gallon of cum up that
tight channel, further greasing the way, while Alex, delirious from being
totally possessed, gripped the bed clothes with his fingernails, releasing
his hot load onto the sheets.

Mulder stroked himself vigorously imagining his cum flowing copiously out
of Alex's hole when he would finally withdraw ...and then, his eyes rolled
back and his body flew into a spasm of sexual release.  His shaft pulsed in
his hand and white fluid flew across his chest, coating his fingers which
finally began to loosen their desperate grip over himself.

After his orgasm stilled, he lay on the hotel bed feeling slightly dirty.
For the first time in his life he had gotten himself off with the help of a
homosexual fantasy.  It creeped him out.  Worse yet, one involving that
lying and double-crossing little prick Alex Krycek.  He arose from the bed
and cleaned himself off with a hand towel from the bathroom.  No need to be
ashamed, he forced himself to acknowledge, it's all only in your head.
What did John Lennon say, 'whatever gets you through the night?' Yeah, and
some people fantasized about their elementary school teachers.  He
rationalized to himself that he was actually aroused by a desire to hurt
and dominate Krycek.  Sick as it was, it was probably true.  'Might as well
face it, not everything in your psyche is so very pretty, Fox.' He lay back
down on the hotel bed and flicked off the television.

But this had been too good.  He was actually looking forward to his next
whack-off session so he could use Krycek's image again, oral sex next time.
...And this little obsession would eventually run its course, they always
did, he rationalized.  He closed his eyes and concentrated on falling
asleep.

A few days later, per Golding's instructions, a series of cryptic messages
was posted on the alt.nerd.obsessive news group instructing Krycek to meet
Golding in room 923 of the Ambassador Hotel in San Juan on Friday, April
10th at nine-thirty p.m..  They waited for a response, monitoring the
newsgroup constantly.  Two days later another series of cryptic messages,
posted anonymously, was sent back confirming the appointment.  They waited
for the day to arrive, arranging for their travel and surveillance.
Meanwhile Scully and Mulder completed reports from several earlier cases
and began investigating other possible X-files.  But because Mulder was too
wound up about finally apprehending Krycek, he was finding it difficult to
focus his concentration on anything else.

The night before their flight to Puerto Rico, just like every other night
since meeting Golding, Mulder had a jack-off session starring the elusive
Alex Krycek as the fuckdoll.  It was getting to be a habitual pattern.  He
imagined that Alex would suck him off, he would get hard again and then he
would fuck a willing and wanton Alex in the ass.  These recent solitary
orgasms were so extraordinarily intense that they came to be the focus of
his entire day.  He felt like a stupid jerk when, during the middle of the
afternoon, he found his mind lingering over an erotic image of Krycek he'd
conjured for himself the night before.  He tried focusing on his work, the
search for the truth, even heterosexual fantasies, but they just weren't
working for him anymore.  The grip of this little obsession was tightening.

The day before the meeting, the FBI contingent well as along with two
wiretapping and surveillance specialists, traveled to San Juan to set up a
trap in the hotel room.  For surveillance purposes, the FBI occupied both
rooms on either side of 923.  They equipped the room with hidden
microphones and cameras and waited for the rat to take the bait.

At eight-thirty, after they'd all eaten carryout food from the hotel
restaurant, the telephone by Golding's bedside table rang and Woods
instructed him to pick it up.  All the agents listened in on the ensuing
conversation.

"Hello."

"Hello Doug," There was a palpable pause on the line.  "Who's there?" It
was unmistakably Krycek's voice.

"Some people who are very interested in meeting you.  Are you far?"

"Far enough, you asshole." <<click>>

Agent Woods threw down his headphones.  "Shit, what tipped him off?" He
stormed into the adjoining room, practically screaming at the witness.
"What in the hell did you say to him Golding?  What tipped him off?"

"Relax man, he's done this before.  You don't know how paranoid he is.
He'll be here, the appointment's not for another hour." Scully and Mulder
exchanged uneasy glances.  Hearing Krycek's voice again after so many
months was jarring.  And to know that he was so close but that the entire
operation may have been blown was disconcerting.

They continued watching hotel security monitors aimed at the three
entrances and in the main elevator lobby, looking for anyone resembling
Krycek.  Between nine and nine-thirty, several men vaguely fitting the
description entered the hotel lobby and rode the elevators.  Unfortunately
none of them looked quite enough like Krycek.  It was a tense half hour.
Scully never spoke or turned her eyes away from the monitor.  She merely
tapped the figures on the screen when anyone appeared who could possibly
pass as Krycek.

Calling upon his memory, Mulder sat back and visualized his former partner,
the sly smiles, the puppy dog gawks.  He thought of the time they were
running up a stairwell of an apartment building together, Krycek leading
the way.  Alex had bounded two and three stairs at a time, and Mulder had
followed closely behind, unable to tear his eyes away from Alex's perfectly
round butt.  Had he really noticed those kinds of things in a sexual way
back then?  Considering the intensity of his obsession over the last few
weeks, he couldn't believe that he hadn't.

At nine-thirty they all watched the screens and stared at the telephone
with a renewed intensity.  "Knowing Krycek, he'll probably come up on the
stairs." Mulder commented.  But as each minute passed after the appointed
time, Mulder became more and more convinced to himself that Krycek had
found out that a trap had been set, and they wouldn't be seeing him that
night.  They continued waiting and monitoring the screens for the next half
hour.

"Has he ever been late, Golding?" Woods asked at nine forty-five.  The
anti-terrorism agent had taken up position in Golding's room and was
planning on ambushing Krycek from the bathroom while Mulder, Scully and
Woods young partner, Sean Messer moved in from the adjoining rooms.

"No, he's usually early or right on time, but like I said, I only met with
him five times."

"Did he ever *not* show up?"

"No, never." His guilt filled eyes flashed from Woods to Mulder and then to
Messer.  Mulder felt an irrational anger boiling up inside of him.  What in
the hell did he care if this man had sold arms to half of the terrorist
groups across the planet, that he had the morality of a petri dish, that
he'd just as soon lie as tell the truth?  The only reason he was telling
the truth now was because his own ass was on the line.  Mulder turned away
and let his bitterness seethe.

They continued to wait for a few more hours.  Scully and Sean Messer were
really hitting it off.  She was showing him pictures of her nephews and he
had a whole photo album full of pictures of his English Setter.  Very
touching, Mulder thought cynically to himself.  Messer was the kind of guy
people could instantly get to like.  He was good-looking, in his late
twenties or early thirties, with that certain wide-eyed innocence.  He had
the same youthful enthusiasm and dedication that Alex had once had.

By eleven, Mulder was convinced that somehow Krycek had gotten wind of the
stakeout.  Something had alerted him from the telephone call.  "If he's not
coming, he's probably waiting and watching us from somewhere nearby."

"Either that or he's already off the island," Scully observed grimly.  The
two partners exchanged glances.  Though neither of them wanted to admit it,
they had both known that the operation was blown hours earlier.  They both
knew how wily Krycek was.  And he had good reason to be paranoid.

Finally at one-thirty in the morning it was decided to give up the stakeout
and to return Golding to the federal holding facility.  Agent Woods and the
two-man surveillance team agreed to monitor the room for the remainder of
the night.  The rest of the agents, Scully, Mulder and Messer, were
dismissed until the morning, at which time they agreed to meet to further
interrogate Golding and to discuss why the operation had been unsuccessful.


An hour later, Mulder finally returned to his hotel room at the same hotel.
If Krycek tried to leave the island now the local police or the San Juan
based FBI agents would catch him at the airport, of that he was certain
...he hoped.  He loosened his tie and flung it against the mirror over the
dresser.  His shoes soon followed, thudding loudly against the back wall of
the closet.

He turned off all the lights in the room except for the lamp on the night
stand, and stripped off all his clothing.  Laying on the bed, he stared at
the shadowed ceiling.  The coolness of the air conditioning on his exposed
skin was a welcome relief from the suit, tie and buttoned down shirt he'd
been wearing since seven in the morning.  Before long his hand found its
way down between his legs.  He gingerly tickled the edge of his penis and
then stroked the soft organ fully with a gentle fist.  The intimate
tingling of sexual delight shot through his groin.  He repeated the motion,
over a slightly larger cock this time.  He flicked his thumb over the head
before falling into the familiar up and down rhythm, a rhythm he repeated
almost nightly.  Christ, he needed to get laid so badly.  Recently his
sexual frustration had taken on an almost painful degree of want, mostly
due to the continual fantasies of Alex Krycek's body performing lewd and
unspeakable acts on him.  In a way i!
!
t was just as well he didn't hav
e to see the man tonight.  Maybe he could finally get over this insanity.

He squeezed his now rigid cock hard and shut his eyes tightly.  An image
developed perspicuously behind closed eyes.  Alex's dark brown hair,
mussed, rubbing against his upper thigh as the wet and skilled mouth
overwhelmed his penis, razor stubble chaffing along the tender flesh.  He
moaned out loud and the wantonness of the sound startled him.

Suddenly his eyes flew open, alerted by a soft scraping noise and an
unusual draft of air moving across the room.

The sliding glass door had been partially opened and there was a shadow
moving on the balcony.  But before Mulder could reach for his gun on the
night table, the barrel of another gun pointed squarely at his head.  He
couldn't see the body behind it though, it was still shrouded in the
shadows, but the voice he recognized instantly.

"Whoops, wrong room, I think I was supposed to be in 923." Then Alex Krycek
stepped through the sliding glass balcony door and into the shadowy light.

Mulder lay there naked, his hardon softening rapidly.

"Wow, partner, I guess I caught you at a bad time ...or maybe at a very
*good* time." He walked over to the night stand and lifted the pistol.

>From the opened suitcase he flung a pair of jeans onto Mulder's lap.  Mulder rapidly pulled the pants over his body to cover his nakedness.

"What do you want Krycek?"

"Well I was hoping to fence some documents tonight, and maybe get a piece
of ass.  Thanks to you that's all fucked up.  So I figured the next best
thing would be to come up here and torment old Sherlock Holmes."

Mulder continued to recline nervously while watching his ex-partner pacing
the periphery of the bed, his body revolving evenly around vertex of the
end of the gun barrel which remained fixed, unmoving and aimed directly
between Mulder's eyes.  This wasn't good.  Besides the embarrassment of
being caught in the act jacking off, his enemy had him cornered and could
easily kill him and be gone before the person in the next room could even
pick up the phone and call security.  Inanely, Mulder thought with relief
that at least there was no way Krycek could ever know whom he'd been using
for a masturbation fantasy.

He knew if he thought about it too long he wouldn't be able to say it, so
he let the words come out.  They still shocked him when he heard them
spoken.

"Still want that piece of ass?"

A wicked smile slowly formed around Krycek's mouth.  He leered at the man,
uncomfortably reclining against the headboard, then lowered and withdrew
the gun.  "You offering?"

"Yeah, its the least I can do having fucked up your night." This *was* the
best way out of a bad situation, wasn't it?

Krycek nodded his agreement with a wide smile and seductively jutted his
hips outward as a signal for Mulder to make the first move.

He climbed onto his knees and crawled to the edge of the bed where his
ex-partner had stopped to place both weapons on top of the television set
behind him.  Mulder tentatively placed his hand on the blue jeans covered
hip, pulling it around to face him.  Krycek stood before him, presenting
Mulder easy access to his zipper and fly.

The fingertips of his enemy's hand landed lightly on his head, gently
twisting through the fine, soft brown hair.  Mulder lowered the zipper,
noting with satisfaction the gray, body hugging boxer style underwear Alex
was wearing.

"Jesus Christ, this is better than Golding," Alex muttered.  He still
couldn't believe what was happening.  Was his beautiful arrow-straight
ex-partner really making sexual advances?  He must be doing this because he
thinks his life was in danger?  Krycek laughed at the thought.  Let him
think it.  It would end up benefiting both of them greatly.

Mulder unfastened the tops of the jeans and began pulling them away from
the slender hips.  He mouthed his way along the cock through the cotton and
spandex underwear, wetting it in spots with his saliva, feeling the organ
stiffen under his touch.  Mulder ran his hand around Alex's hip, grasping
the muscular buttocks and further pushing the jeans away.

Alex shrugged out of his own leather jacket and slowly began unbuttoning
his shirt while he regarded the man below him who was cautiously working
his mouth over the fabric-covered cock.  When Mulder raised his arms to
assist his partner's effort, Krycek gently grasped Mulder's wrists, pulling
him up off the bed to stand closely in front of him.  Just this simple
movement, a subtle gesture of possessiveness and dominance on Alex's part,
sent a sexual thrill throughout Mulder's body that far transcended any
fantasy he'd ever had.

While holding the wrists gingerly in his hands, Krycek smiled and gazed
into Mulder's eyes, searching for any sign of deceitfulness.  "Is this
really happening, Mulder?"

Mulder's response was merely a wry smile, delivered while twisting his
wrists away from Krycek's grasp and weaving them through the thick brown
hair.

"Kiss me then."

Mulder carefully leaned forward and brushed his mouth against the other
man's, feeling the slight razor stubble scratching his upper lip.  The
taste was everything he'd imagined, not exactly sweet, but spicy and
masculine.  And the technique was unquestionably aggressive.

Closing his eyes, Krycek parted his mouth and consumed the soft warmth that
pressed forward.  They kissed together for several minutes as their
arousals grew, both tongues following one another in and out of each
other's mouths.  Hadn't he dreamed about this before?  Yes definitely, he'd
had a crush on Mulder, even back in the days before they'd been partners
...and it had confused the hell out of him.  It wasn't until later when he
was scrounging around like a rat underground, that he'd acknowledged his
own bisexuality.

Alex allowed his hands to wander over and around the naked back and chest
pressed against him.  Before turning his fingertips back to his own shirt
buttons, he ran his palms through the sparse but wiry chest hair that was
covering soft skin, that in turn covered hard muscles.  He knew then that
Golding had betrayed him, the proof was right here, under his hands.  Quite
obviously Mulder knew all about the sexual relationship he and Golding had
shared, and he'd thought about it ... often.  But fuck Golding.  He had
plenty of other contacts.  He didn't need him for anything, least of all
sex.

Eventually, by both of their efforts to disrobe him, Krycek's own shirt was
discarded onto the floor.  Then in one swift movement that barely broke the
kiss, he pulled off his tee-shirt and threw it to the side.

Running his thumbs under Mulder's waistband he contemplated the thick
fabric barrier between his hands and the delicious flesh underneath.  "Take
off those jeans Mulder."

For sake of an unspoken expediency, both men ceased their attentions on one
another and finished disrobing.  Within seconds they stood facing,
completely undressed, their bodies separated by a mere inch or two of air.
Alex sharply inhaled and then allowed his palms to come to rest delicately
on Mulder's hips.  Fingertips followed a series of long feathery caresses
starting at Mulder's chest and ending at the now once again steely cock.
Automatically their mouths found each other, their tongues entangling,
vying for dominance inside one another.  Finally Alex pushed Mulder down
onto the bed, for the first time enjoying full body, skin to skin contact.

Without acknowledged agreement the two men shifted, face to groin and groin
to face.  This turned out to be a total surprise to Mulder and when faced
with the task of sucking off Krycek, he quietly panicked.  He had never
done this before nor had this ever been part of his fantasies.  He'd always
imagined being the passive recipient of oral sex from this beautiful man,
and now that he was faced with a dick pressed against his lips he was
slightly terrified.  Opening his mouth, he let the organ slide past his
lips, his teeth and to the back of his throat.  Then he suddenly drew back,
gagging at the utter size and forcefulness of it.  Alex laughed quietly.
He pulled back and affectionately caressed Mulder's back and hair.

"Do what you can Mulder.  You've probably never sucked off a cock before, I
don't expect a fantastic blowjob.  Try to do what I do but if you're not
comfortable with that, that's okay."

All at once Mulder's cock was enclosed by a warm wet mouth.  Alex's lips
and tongue began working, sucking and lapping over the firm flesh, the
smooth hot skin burning along his lips.  Each thrust forward sent a jagging
shock that ran all the way through Alex's body, and electrified his groin.
He balanced his head against his ex-partner's inner thigh, his hands ran
around grasping buttocks.  He swallowed the delicious pre-ejaculate seeping
abundantly from the slit at the tip, the taste was wonderful.  And Mulder's
own amateurish efforts to please him were only making it all the more
lovely.

He wanted so badly to finish him off in his mouth.  It would be so good to
feel that thick, salty and alive fluid coursing down his throat.  But just
as badly, he wanted to hear Mulder begging him for cock.  And just as badly
he wanted to give it to him.  He continued sucking hard, but temporarily
withdrawing his lips at intervals when he sensed that Mulder was coming
especially close.  Again and again he swallowed the stiff shaft, relaxing
his throat to accommodate size, intermittently pulling away before Mulder
could reach orgasm.

By imitating his lover, Mulder himself, was starting to get the hang of
fellatio.  He rhythmically moved his mouth and tongue around the top
portion of Alex's cock while working his fist around the base.  He fought
the temptation to simply lay back and enjoy the expert technique that was
being applied to him by the most improbable of sex partners.  Not that he
thought his lover would mind.  Alex was being good to him, better than he'd
ever imagined in any of his fantasies.  He groped Alex's round muscular
asscheeks behind the hip thrusting against his face.  Snatches of his
fantasy came back to him.  He imagined bearing down through this
surrendering firmness.  But by now the whole encounter was out of his
control.  And he should have known it would happen this way.  But that was
okay.  The reality was actually better than the fantasy.

With a mischievous smile on his face, Alex pulled away from his lover and
swung his body around to lay on top.  He bounded off the bed and grabbed
his leather jacket from the floor producing a small tube of lubricant and a
small package of condoms.  Mulder watched in amazement.

"I'm always prepared Mulder, Golding *never* was."

Alex jumped back on the bed and the two men fell into another fierce
embrace.  Alex's lips traced along nipples, skin, and delivered a series of
sucking kisses along Mulder's jaw line and neck.  Gently yet assertively,
he pushed the FBI agent down flat on his stomach against the mattress,
pinning his arms to his side and he made his request.  The words were
spoken hungrily, and so low they would have been impossible to hear had
they not been spoken directly Mulder's ear.

"I want a *slow* fuck, something so agonizingly slow, you go crazy from
anticipation before you actually cum."

A wide smile spread over Mulder face.  Oh yes, Alex was being good to him,
*very* good.

"I want to fuck *you* Mulder." He lasciviously trailed his fingers between
the taunt asscheeks and over the slight bump of the opening.

There was a anxious acquiescence readable in Mulder's eyes and the
quickening of his breath.  He couldn't say no ... nor did he want to.  He
was bowled over by the unlikeliness of being physically possessed by
another man.  Never in any of his dreams had it ever occurred to him.  A
cool hand was gliding along his ass crack, generously spreading the chilly
lubricant.  Light fingers lingered over his anus.  Directly over the
opening Alex began a slow circular motion, at occasional intervals,
flicking his thumb tip slightly inside.

"Are you a virgin Mulder?" He clarified his question after reading the
confused look on his lover's face.  "I mean you've never been fucked
before, have you?"

"No."

"Have you ever been with a man before?" He glanced up from Mulder's cock to
read an almost apologetic look on his face.  "That's okay, there's a first
time for everything."

The finger against his anus was moving in excruciatingly slow erotic
circles with the perfect amount of pressure, lazily massaging the opening.
Mulder's arousal reached an aching intensity with the breath on the back of
his neck, and the heat generated from the body and erect cock pressed
lewdly against his hip and thigh.  Alex began working his index finger
downward into the tight hole, wiggling in and out to relax the constricted
muscle.  He looked concerned when he realized that his lover was moaning,
not only from pleasure but from discomfort.  Alex added more lubricant to
the opening and gently inserted two fingers and then three, jerking them
back and forth to gradually open him up.  Unconsciously Mulder's hip began
greedily thrusting over Alex's hand and the tenor of his moans became
unmistakable for anything but total wanton craving.

Alex continued to feast his hands, eyes and lips upon the silky, sinewy
body laid out for his pleasure.  This was too much, ...and it was time.  He
retrieved the condom from the comforter and smoothly ripped it open with
his teeth, never averting his desire-filled eyes from Mulder's eyes which
were stricken with fear and excitement.

With an unexpected swiftness, Alex shifted his body over the other man's
prone form.  Mulder was totally pinned then, by the muscular thighs
pressing him down into the mattress.  Krycek extended his arms around
Mulder, holding him down temporarily while he shifted to position his cock
over the tight but well-lubricated orifice.  With a single hand he further
positioned the tip before bearing downwards.

The first breach by the thick organ made Mulder wince in panic, but as
promised, Krycek proceeded very slowly.  His downwards progress was
accomplished by a series of easy, centimeter-long, back and forth
movements.  He grunted, directly into Mulder's ear, in time to each tiny
thrust.

"How's it feel?" He pushed downwards a little more forcefully.

"Ah, ...christ!" Mulder could barely talk.  He lay there enduring the pain
and the wanton invasion of his body.  No, this wasn't anything like his
fantasies.

Krycek pressed downward again by way of a series of small shuttering
back-and-forth pushes before settling into a faster in-and-out rhythm.

Having thus far only worked about half of his cock into his lover, he set
about working in the remainder.  Once again by way of the same motion, he
continued to penetrate the body beneath him.  Finally, fully buried in his
lover's hot passage, he lay, not moving for a short interval.  Mulder's
inexperience notwithstanding, this was the best sex he could ever imagine.

The uncomfortable fullness in Mulder's ass began to throb with sexual
delight.  He moaned, automatically clenching himself around the invading
flesh.

"Wait till I start to move Mulder, you're going to lose your mind its so
good." Alex pulled back and then pushed down in again, slowly.  He repeated
the motion, just as slowly but with a lewd grinding motion.  Mulder hadn't
even realized that Krycek's fist was around his rock hard cock until he
began pumping it with the same lethargic pace.

Krycek had a certain hubris about himself ...especially when he was
fucking.  He pulled out almost all the way and then ground himself back in
slowly, twisting his hip around to feel every inch inside his lover ... and
to let his lover feel every inch of him.  His lips curled upwards into a
private smile as he admired his own technique and his mastery over Mulder.
Then deliberately he shifted, making the motion a little more pronounced.

The slowness continued and the rhythm of the driving thrusts became as much
a part of them as their heartbeats.  Krycek was right, Mulder was going
crazy.  The slow torturous scraping along his prostrate, the heat, the
invasion and the total possession of his body was taking away a bit of his
sanity with each new penetration.  Krycek's breath on the back of his neck
was coming in uneven gasps now, Mulder knew he wouldn't last long.

As if Alex was suddenly possessed by a demon, control over his muscles
completely deserted him.  He limply collapsed on top of his lover, his hip
twitching wildly, while every cell in his body focused on pumping jet after
jet of life-giving cum into Mulder's slick anus.  Then he lay still for a
few seconds, savoring the remainder of his orgasm, inhaling the sweet aroma
of Mulder's hair, their mingled sweat, the smell of his own cum.  It made
him remember how much he'd wanted Mulder ...not just for sex ..but how he
had always wanted him.

But his lover wasn't finished.  Mulder was painfully and uncomfortably
close to orgasm and he groaned in frustration when the sexy body rolled out
and away from him.  Inside Krycek's fist, the hot, silky engorged cock
pulsated with blood and need.  Alex quickly repositioned himself between
Mulder's legs.  Without even looking up, he devoured the entire organ in
one effortless motion, and began pumping it in and out of his throat ...so
it *was* possible to have everything he wanted after all.

It didn't take long, and Krycek once again admired his own technique.  The
simultaneous swirling of the tongue and hard sucking of the lips brought
his lover off in seconds.  Mulder thrust his hip upwards into the
constricted channel and released himself in an glorious ecstatic rush.

Krycek greedily swallowed it all, briefly relishing the distinctive
viscosity and bitterness as it coated his throat.

Afterwards they lay on the bed lightly caressing one another.  An unusual
melancholy had descended upon them both, knowing that there would be no
time together outside of this room, outside of this night.  Alex arose and
fished a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket.  He withdrew one and
lit it up while sitting back down on the bed.

"This is a nonsmoking room."

"Fuck it Mulder ...do you want one?"

"Sure, why not?"

Alex handed the pack to Mulder who withdrew a cigarette and held it out
towards the lit match Krycek had provided.  He tried to inhale the
distasteful smoke, feeling it burn as it passed through his throat and into
his lungs.  He exhaled, blowing the smoke away from them both.

"We'll do it again, in a few hours if you like," Alex whispered with a
gentle light hand accompanied by gentler words and the unspoken subtext
that this would be the only time that they'd ever be together.

Mulder returned the sweetest look he could.  "Alex, there's a glass in the
bathroom, that's the best I can do for an ashtray."

"Sure, I'll grab it." With cigarette dangling from his lips, Alex arose and
walked around the corner.  Immediately Mulder leapt out of bed and reached
for his pistol that was still sitting on the top of the television.  The
cold metal fit easily into his palm, and he was about to crouch down and
take aim in the direction of the bathroom door when Alex's foot came out of
nowhere and slammed into the side of his head, propelling him backwards.
Both the cigarette and the gun were knocked several feet out of his hand
and on to the carpet.

"Don't move a muscle Mulder." Krycek had already retrieved his own pistol
and was simultaneously in the process of removing the safety and aiming it
downwards towards the prone man.

"Don't shoot me Krycek."

He rolled his eyes ceiling ward.  "I wouldn't think of it sweetie, not
after what you did for me, no way in hell ...unless I have to of course."
He paused momentarily, "That's why you did it too, isn't it?  You thought I
was going to kill you."

Mulder didn't answer.

With one hand Krycek began gathering his clothes from the floor, never
wavering his aim from Mulder.  He began dressing, expertly moving the gun
from hand to hand as he pulled his arms through the sleeves of his shirt,
fastened his jeans and pulled on his shoes.  Out of the corner of his eye
Mulder observed the still lit cigarette burning a nasty hole in the rug.

"Should I tie you up before I go?" Alex was completely dressed now.  Mulder
continued to lay, nude, sprawled out on the carpeting not daring to move a
muscle.  "I don't think I'll have to, its going to take you a few minutes
to get dressed, and clean up the evidence before you call your precious
Scully." He reached over and yanked the phone out of the wall.  Then he
lifted Mulder's cell phone from the dresser and placed it in his jacket
pocket.  "I'll call her, you've got her on auto-dial don't you?"

"Don't call her Krycek."

"Well, see ya, thanks for the piece of ass, maybe another time." Mulder
heard the door closing.

He didn't even get up for a minute.  He continued to lie face down on the
floor.  His first move was to retrieve the burnt out cigarette.  The phone
was immediately irreparable, so he figured he'd do what Alex expected him
to.  He quickly dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, grabbed his key and ran
barefoot to Scully's room two floors up.  By the time he was knocking on
her door nearly ten minutes had elapsed.

"Scully, open up its me."

The door opened.  "What do you want Mulder." She was tying a tiny cotton
robe over only a tee-shirt.  A quick flash of exposed thigh alerted his
attention to the shortness of the robe and he tried not to stare.

"He's here Scully, he came to my room.  I would have called you but he took
my phone."

"I've got mine off anyway Mulder, *and* the hotel phone." Mulder tried to
push his way into the room, past his partner.  She purposefully blocked the
way.

"Dana what's going on?" a voice called out from inside.  A voice Mulder
recognized as belonging to Agent Sean Messer.

"Mulder's says Krycek's in the building, he came to his room." Scully and
Mulder briefly exchanged daggers with their eyes.

"Oh shit" the voice answered and Mulder heard a body hurriedly shifting off
the bed.

"What is this, Melrose Place, Scully?" Mulder quietly whispered to his
partner.

"Shut up Mulder, its none of your business."

"I'm sorry, you're right." Mulder felt suddenly embarrassed, especially
when he considered the circumstances of Krycek having been in his room.
"I'll go back to my room if you wouldn't mind alerting Agent Woods."

"No problem, I'll meet you up at your room in about ten minutes.  How long
ago did you see him?" A dressed but rumpled Sean Messer appeared in the
doorway.  He unconsciously placed a hand on Scully's hip indicating an
affectionate possession.  He and Mulder briefly locked eyes.

"About ten, no fifteen or twenty minutes ago.  He could easily be out of
the hotel in two or three so I doubt we'll be able to apprehend him."

"All right, I'll be right down, 616, right?" Then she shut the door in his
face and he turned down the hall toward the elevators.

This would give him a chance to straighten the room, pick up the condom,
the cigarette, think of a story.  He knew it wouldn't be easy, not with
three or more FBI Agents grilling him.  Krycek had been in his room for
over an hour, how would he account for that time?  Would he tell them?
Would he tell Scully.  No and yes.

He stopped suddenly in the hallway in front of the elevator.  His body was
still flushed from the lovemaking.  His head ached a bit where his lover,
oh god just to say the word, where his "lover" had kicked him.  But mostly
he felt so alive and invigorated in the afterburn of the most incredible
passion he'd ever experienced, he stepped onto the elevator.

To take Alex into his bed every night would become his ultimate fantasy.
And it would only ever remain a dream, he knew this.  Sexual fantasies
would be replaced with fantasies of trust, love and possession.  He bit his
lip and fished in his pocket for his room key when the elevator arrived at
his floor.

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