Life from the Ashes Book 1 - A New Beginning
Chapter 5
Broken Heartsby Jo B
purplefox@usfamily.net***
Blue Village Inn
Huntington, West Virginia
Saturday, December 19
5:30 p.m.Alex Krycek closed and bolted the sturdy metal door to their motel room. He then went over and glanced out the barred window into the setting sun before shutting the drapes. He was happy he had found a motel that had added security measures to the rooms, including motion detectors and floodlights. He did not want to be distracted tonight of all nights, by having to stand guard against a possible ghoul attack.
He looked over at Fox Mulder with concern. The agent had not said one word since asking to be driven to Colorado. They were still a fair distance from their destination, and they would have to travel cautiously, as there was a manhunt on for them. He had expected Skinner to get the police involved, so he was not too surprised when a state trooper pulled them over. Luckily, it did not require too much power to convince the cop that he had never seen them.
They dumped the car just outside of D.C. and acquired a white van that blended nicely with the winter landscape. Before pulling back on the freeway, Krycek stopped at a hunting and camping store for supplies, picking up a large cooler, an insulated sleeping bag, pillows, and ammunition for both his and Mulder's guns.
When they arrived at the Blue Village Inn, Mulder waited in the van while he got them a room with one king-sized bed. He was not going to take no for an answer tonight, he'd waited too many years, and besides, having sex would get Mulder's mind off Skinner.
"You've known about Skinner all along haven't you? Why didn't you tell me, Alex?" Mulder looked up at him, his hazel eyes holding no clue to his thoughts. When Krycek tried to read the agent's mind he found it blocked.
"I didn't want to hurt you, Fox."
"If that were the case . . . why did you set up that scene in the exercise room this morning?" At Krycek's shocked expression, he continued, "Alex, did you think I wouldn't have figured it out? I'm a fucking FBI agent for god's sake!" Tears started to make their way down his cheeks.
"Fox, I'm sorry . . . I couldn't come right out and tell you. Would you have believed me? You needed to hear it from Skinner's lips yourself." Krycek walked over to him and wrapped his arms around Mulder's slim waist. "I really didn't want to hurt you."
Mulder grabbed Krycek's head between both his hands and brought his mouth over Krycek's in a brutally bruising kiss. "Is this what you want *sex* do you want to fuck me?" Mulder hissed into his mouth, "that's the really reason, isn't it?"
"Fox, goddamnit! I was truthful with you before! I'm in love with you, and yes, I did it on purpose! Fuck it! I did it because I realized the only way you would leave Skinner was by knowing the truth about him. And, you'd always have your doubts unless you heard it from Skinner's own lips!"
Mulder gazed into those dark, soulful, green eyes, searching for any sign of deceit. "I can never love you, Alex," he murmured sadly. Walter Skinner still had his heart and he could never give it to another man without first getting it back from him.
"I'd settle for your friendship." Krycek caressed Mulder's tear-dampened cheek with his fingers then gently kissed him, sucking on Mulder's sexy bottom lip.
Mulder wanted to fill the emptiness inside him, and Krycek was offering him a way of doing that. He responded by kissing Krycek back softly this time, concentrating on the feel, smell, and taste of the other man. He was not as large as Skinner . . . about his own size, but stockier, and he smelled wonderful, almost intoxicating. That made Mulder realize that he still needed his anti-pheromone shot. Then he decided *fuck* the shot. He wanted Krycek to lose control tonight; he wanted to be fucked hard, hoping that it would help him forget.
"You never answered me, Alex. Do you want to fuck me?" Mulder purred, locking his arms around the younger man's neck and gazing seductively into his eyes.
"No . . . I want you to fuck me . . . later . . . I'll make love to you," Krycek breathed. Running his fingers through the FBI man's thick, silky, brown hair, he tilted his head for another long, wet, exploring kiss. Mulder tasted remarkable -- fresh -- pure -- exotic, it must be from his mutation, Krycek decided. Maybe no bad bacteria could survive in his body. Even the musky scent Mulder gave off was sweet and erotic. Damn, sniffing him was very arousing.
He lowered his hands to pull Mulder's T-shirt free from his jeans, rubbing his growing erection back and forth against the hardening bulge in the agent's pants. He pulled the T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor, running his hands over the smooth skin on Mulder's back. He leaned in and ran his tongue along the side of the agent's graceful neck. Through his tongue on the older man's throat, he felt his pulse rate quicken and renewed his efforts.
Krycek's short black hair tickled Mulder under his chin and against his shoulder, the agent ran his hands over Krycek's close-cropped head of hair. "Stupid ass haircut."
Krycek nipped him. "We can't all have you silky locks," he purred, then soothed the bite with his tongue. He raked his nails over the agent's nipples, eliciting a gasp from Mulder. "Sensitive?" He brought his mouth over a nipple sucking, nipping, and licking it before moving on to its twin.
"Very, don't stop," Mulder moaned, holding the younger man's head against his chest.
"Mm, good." Krycek continued to torment the agent's nipples while his hands wandered down to unfasten Mulder's pants. He first removed the hip holster clipped to the pants dropping it on top of the agent's crumpled T-shirt. He then pulled the zipper down and pushed the tight black jeans down Mulder's long legs, never taking his mouth off the FBI man's body.
"Ambrosia."
"What?"
"The way you taste and smell," Krycek murmured, licking down to Mulder's bellybutton. Inserting the tip of his tongue into it, he pushed in hard. The older man gasped at the sudden discomfort, backing away until the younger man's grabbed his hips, holding him still.
Krycek had sunk to his knees. Reaching down, he pulled Mulder's shoes and socks off and removed the ankle holster. Then he peeled the jeans the rest of the way down his long beautiful legs, and the agent stepped out of them, kicking them out of the way.
Mulder now had on only a pair of gray silk boxers, and Krycek ran his hand over the soft fabric, caressing the large bulge inside. He slowly ran his fingers through the waistband and pulled them down over the slim hips and large erection, letting them fall to the ground. Krycek leaned back and took in Mulder's totally aroused body -- perfection.
Krycek put his hand around the agent's fully erect cock. He was looking forward to having this large cock inside of him; he'd never been with anyone as big as Mulder before. Pre-ejaculate glistened on the tip as he stroked him. The agent thrust into his hand, and Krycek lowered his lips over the velvet head licking the pre-cum from it. "Mm, delicious," he purred, before taking as much of Mulder's thick length into his mouth as he could. He raked his teeth over him as he pulled out then plunged back down deep-throating him. He kept up the delicious torment; he nudged the urethra opening with the tip of his tongue as he was pulling out.
Mulder let out a cry as his sacs tightened up, and he felt himself about to come. Krycek immediately stopped -- he didn't want it to be over before he could get the agent's cock inside of him. Afterwards, he planned on spending the rest of the night slowly fucking Fox. It was a good thing they had a sleeping bag in the van, because Mulder would need his sleep tomorrow. Since he caught the sorcerer mutation, Krycek found he didn't require as much sleep, his body seemed to pull in energy from the world around him -- replenishing him.
Krycek stood up and kissed Mulder passionately, letting the other man taste himself. He rubbed his fully clothed body against the agent's warm naked one.
"Please," Mulder begged, the mere contact was going to make him come. He quickly grabbed Krycek's shirt and pulled it from his body, tearing it. The younger man caught on and quickly struggled out of the rest of his clothing.
Krycek pulled Mulder to him and they shared another deep kiss, he looked over the agent's shoulder at his bag, watching as it opened and a tube of KY floated to him. "C'mon, I want you to fuck me," he murmured. Guiding Mulder over to the bed, he pulled down the covers.
Mulder licked his lips eagerly, he had never fucked a man before and the last time he had sex with a woman was four years ago. He had brought it up to Skinner a couple of times, but the older man kept putting him off, now he knew why. It was because Skinner was only using him for sex and had never really loved him, that it was all a lie.
Krycek laid on his back in the center of the king-size bed, giving Mulder a sultry look as he seductively spread his legs apart. The agent quickly climbed onto the bed and over to the younger man, kneeling between his legs. Krycek handed him the tube of lubricant, which Mulder placed down next to the younger man's hip. Not yet, it was his turn to explore Krycek's body.
Mulder let his hands roam all over the younger man's hard body, marveling at Krycek's sturdy build. Where he had the long lean muscles of a runner and a swimmer, the younger man had the hard build of a boxer or weightlifter. His skin had a different feel to it than Skinner's, Krycek didn't have as much body hair as the A.D., and his old lover even had soft hair covering his back. Mulder shook his head to clear his thoughts as depression started to creep into his mood, he had loved the way Walter had felt, smelled, and tasted.
His mood was replaced by anger over being betrayed and what an unsuspecting fool he had been. He wondered if Skinner had a good laugh over what a trusting sap he was each time he allowed the bastard to fuck him.
"Fox, stop!" Mulder startled, he looked where his nails were digging into the other man's waist drawing blood. He quickly removed his hands and sat back.
"Shit, Alex . . . I'm sorry." Mulder delicately placed his hands over the injury to sooth it, as he did, a golden glow came from his palms and a warm tingly sensation went throughout his body, when he removed his hands the damaged skin on Krycek's waist had been healed.
"How long have you been able to do that, Fox?" Krycek looked at him surprised.
"This has never happened before . . . I don't know what to make of it. Are you sure it wasn't coming from you, Alex?" He had a worried look on his beautiful face as he studied the healed skin, then studied his hands.
"No . . . it was coming from you. I don't have the ability to heal and I haven't heard of anyone with the sorcerer mutation that does. Maybe it's part of your mutation and you never had the opportunity to use it until now. We'll have to see what else you can do later, but right now I want to continue where we left off." He pulled Mulder back into his arms, kissing him he rubbed their groins together, the friction made both men hard again.
Mulder broke the kiss, and he trailed his lips down to Krycek's shoulder and moved down his arm where he licked a large ragged scar on his upper arm. Krycek had almost lost his arm in the Tunguska woods when a group of men tried to cut it off. Luckily, Russian soldiers rescued him in time, but not before some major damage had been done, he had spent three months in a hospital in St. Petersburg recovering and going through rigorous therapy sessions to regain the use of his arm.
Mulder's mouth roamed every inch of Krycek's body, making a mental note of all the younger man's erogenous zones. He sat back watching Krycek pant heavily then he slowly picked up the tube of KY squirting a small amount in his hand to warm. He placed one of Krycek's long legs over his shoulder spreading his buttocks he easily inserted a finger into his puckered opening. He wondered how many lovers the younger man had had in his life.
He inserted another finger pushing the lube in deep; Krycek started rocking forward fucking himself on the agent's fingers. "That's enough . . . I want you in me . . . now!" Mulder's scent was making him lose control and he knew that if Mulder weren't fucking him soon, he would throw the FBI man down and fuck the daylights out of him.
Mulder read the inflamed look in Krycek's eyes and with in one graceful movement he replaced his fingers with his cock and smoothly entered him. Krycek thrust up with his hips forcing all of Mulder's thick length into him, the agent gasped at how hot and silky the younger man was inside.
Krycek had placed his other leg on his lover's shoulder and started working himself up and down on Mulder's cock. Mulder reached over and squeezed Krycek's balls forcing him to stop and raised one eyebrow at Krycek's moan of discomfort. "I really would like to participate too, Alex. If you don't mind!" He waited for Krycek to settle down before he started to slowly thrust in and out of his hot body.
After he had built up a rhythm he removed his hand from Krycek's balls and started stroking the younger man's cock in time with his thrusts, Krycek started to match the agent thrust for thrust. Soon, both their bodies were glistening with sweat; Mulder felt the muscles in Krycek's ass constricting around him. He had never felt anything so stimulating and he came harder than he had ever come before in his life. His brain went blank for a moment and he vaguely remembered hearing Krycek screaming his name as he also came.
When he regained consciousness, he was lying cradled in Krycek's arms; the younger man was gazing lovingly down at him. "I thought I lost you there for a moment, my love." He leaned down and thoroughly kissed Mulder, feeling himself growing hard, again. "Let's grab a shower, then I'm going to make love to you."
***
Walter Skinner's Condo
Saturday, December 19
10:30 p.m.Walter Skinner felt his whole world falling apart, the need to find his lover was all that kept him going. He had finally convinced the FBI and Police that Alex (rat-bastard) Krycek had the sorcerer mutation and had manipulated Fox Mulder's mind so he would leave with him. An all points bulletin had gone out nationwide to be on the lookout for either of the men.
He wanted to assist in the search, but knew it would be better for him to wait for word. That didn't mean he couldn't search for leads on his own, besides, he needed to talk to someone, a friend of Mulder's and bare his soul to that man. He would call Mulder's friend Frohike. Mulder had the man over for Thanksgiving, and they seemed to be very close. He found out later from his lover that all three men he had invited worked for an underground publication called 'The Magic Bullet'. He did his own secret investigation on the group of conspiracy theorists, and found them relatively harmless, although many government agencies viewed them with a combination of disdain and dread.
He went over to his desk and dug out his thick address book, where he had written down their phone number, which hadn't been easy to obtain. They turned out to be even more paranoid then his lover had been, even on his worse days. He sat at the desk and picked up the telephone dialing the number.
"Lone Gunmen." The man at other end answered.
"This is Walter Skinner, I would like to speak with Mr. Frohike."
"Speaking. What can I do for you, A.D. Skinner?"
"Agent Mulder has been tricked into leaving with his ex-partner. As Mulder's friend, I would like to get your opinions on some of the circumstances surrounding his leaving." Skinner kept it matter of fact, not wanting to tell the man that he wanted to use him as a confessor of his past sins.
"We've been following the police reports, has there been any word on Mulder?"
"No."
"I can meet with you tomorrow morning. I'll be at your condo at nine o'clock if that fits in your schedule."
"Nine o'clock would be fine, thank you. I'll see you then." Skinner hung up the phone and gave a heavy sigh.
He tiredly shrugged out of the suit he had put on, after his workout, to meet with the FBI and police. He unclipped the gun from his belt placing it on the dresser then he hung his suit in the closet tossing his underwear in the hamper next to the dresser.
He walked into the bathroom looking sadly over at Mulder's side of the dual sinks -- he had taken his shaving gear. Skinner remembered all the mornings they shaved together in companionable silence. He enjoyed watching the younger man shave, revealing his smooth soft skin from underneath the rough stubble.
He turned on the shower, waiting briefly for the temperature to get to a comfortable level before stepping in. He hardly took showers alone anymore and found himself drowning in memories. He couldn't believe how happy he was this morning, waking up finding Mulder cuddled in his arms. His lover had returned sometime during the night from his first out of town case since they had started living together. They had spent three long days and nights apart.
He woke Mulder up by making slow love to him, burying himself deep within his lover's sleep warmed body. They spent twenty minutes, not moving, joined together wrapped in each other's warmth.
Skinner finished his shower. After drying himself, he pulled on a pair of old sweats and climbed into his large empty bed. Shivering as his skin made contact with the cold sheets, he reached over and pulled Mulder's pillow into his arms. Burying his nose into it, he breathed in his lover's scent and then broke into tears, sobbing loudly into the pillow.
***
Blue Village Inn
Huntington, West Virginia
Sunday, December 20
6:50 a.m.Mulder had just drifted off to sleep, when he felt Krycek shaking him awake. "C'mon, love, I want to get back on the road. We only have twelve hours before the next curfew." Krycek handed him a cup of steaming coffee that he had picked up from the coffee shop on the corner. He had already taken their stuff out to the van and had pulled out a clean set of clothes for Mulder to wear.
Mulder moaned exhaustedly, sipping the fragrant coffee as he untangled himself from the sheets, careful not to spill the hot beverage. He sat up gingerly and placed his feet on the floor. He inspected his body, at least what he could see of it, the cum that had trailed down his legs was gone. He'd vaguely recalled Krycek gently cleaning him early this morning. "Where's my bag?" he yawned.
"Out in the van. I pulled out some clothes for you to wear."
"There's something I need you to do for me, Alex." He started to pull on his clothing. "I require a shot twice a day, my medication is in my bag. I have enough to last me two weeks then I will have to get more from Doctor Harris. The thing is, I need you to give it to me, I'm not able to give myself a shot."
"Medication . . . what's it for? I thought you were in perfect health," Krycek asked worriedly.
"I am in perfect health. It's an anti-pheromone drug. My body produces an excess amount of sexual pheromones. Didn't you think it was strange that you had a hard on all night, and you couldn't stop fucking me?"
"For your information, lover, I would have fucked you all night long even if you had taken your medication." Krycek kissed him hard, tasting the coffee on his breath. "I'll give you your shot in the van, we wouldn't want you to start a riot when we stop for gas."
"Thanks, Alex," Mulder sighed, remembering all the mornings Walter gave him his shot, and how gentle the older man had been. He felt himself quickly losing control over his emotions and rushed into the bathroom slamming the door. He didn't want to cry in front of Krycek, he didn't understand why he felt guilty about having sex with him. He was the one betrayed and lied to, but he was still in love with Walter Skinner, and he needed to get over him.
He turned on the sink and washed the hot tears from his face. He would concentrate on his own pleasures, and not allow his feelings to be held hostage by the man who betrayed his trust and admitted to killing his father.
***
Viva Tower
Sunday, December 20
9:00 a.m.Frohike arrived at Viva Tower at precisely nine o'clock in the morning and he buzzed the A.D.'s condominium. "Come up!" the voice boomed over the intercom and the lock on heavily barred doors clicked open.
He wasn't overly curious, he knew exactly why the A.D. wanted to see him. Although, he never saw himself as the type of person to whom someone would want to confess past sins. He rode the elevator up to the Skinner's floor, bored, the instant he stepped off the elevator he was hit in the foot by a fast moving object. "Ouch!" he cried out in pain, hopping up and down holding his injured foot.
"Sorry, mister," a little boy said sheepishly.
There were three boys around the age of seven, who had turned the long hallway into an obstacle course for racing radio control cars.
"S'kay," Frohike wheezed out as he limped down to the A.D.'s door at the end of the long hallway and rang the bell.
The door was answered immediately. "Please, come in, Mr. Frohike, thank you for coming."
Frohike stared in shock at the appearance of the man before him. The A.D.'s eyes were red and puffy, he had obviously been crying, and he had dark bags under them from an obvious lack of sleep.
"No problem. Mulder is my best friend and I want to do whatever I can to help."
Skinner escorted him into the living room. "Please have a seat. Would you care for a cup of coffee?"
"Yes, if it isn't too much trouble." He glanced around the condo, it was immaculate, the opposite of the man before him.
Skinner walked into the kitchen and poured them each a mug of coffee, turning around he was surprised to find the small man had followed him, and had taken a seat at the kitchen table.
"I hope you don't mind, I'd rather talk in the kitchen," Frohike said, feeling more comfortable in this domestic setting than the sterile environment of the living room.
"No, I don't mind. Fox preferred having discussions in the kitchen. He said it was the last room in his families house where his father was likely to be, and he always felt a sense of safety there because of it." Skinner placed a mug of coffee in front of smaller man. "Cream or sugar?"
"Both."
Skinner placed a spoon along with a carton of half-an-half in front of the little man and pushed the sugar bowl over to him. He sat across from him, taking a sip from his own mug. "I don't know where to begin, so maybe I should start at the beginning." He sighed, watching the conspiracy expert spoon sugar into his cup. Maybe this was a mistake; the little troll couldn't possibly understand what he had gone through.
"Are you talking about when the Consortium first approached you to work for them or before that?" Frohike asked, taking in Skinner's shocked look.
"You . . . know about that?" he stammered.
"I know all about your history, A.D. Skinner, I only wish you had shared some of it with Mulder. So what happened, did Mulder find out on his own or did Krycek tell him?"
"Both, but it's a lot more involved than you think. You see, I killed Mulder's father." Skinner waited for the condemnation, but was shocked when Frohike stood up pulled out his wallet and tossed him a fifty.
"I told Langly when I found the man responsible for ridding the world of that fucking child-abuser, I would cough up fifty. How Mulder turned out to be so compassionate and sensitive after being raised by that bastard is a mystery to me."
Skinner relaxed, thinking that maybe this was a good idea after all. The little man seemed to be well informed. "After I returned home from Vietnam, I spent several months in the veteran's hospital. They did all they could for me, but they wouldn't cover the cost of cosmetic surgery to remove the scars from my body and face caused by the shrapnel. While I was in the hospital, a middle-aged man approached me offering to pay the cost of the plastic surgery and to send me to college, and all I had to do was some minor work for his organization at a future date. I was only twenty years old and very naïve at the time." Skinner took a long sip from his coffee mug.
"I agreed and was sent to College where I majored in law. I graduated in 1978 with a Bachelor of Laws degree, and went immediately into the FBI Training Academy at Quantico. After I graduated, I spent five years as a field agent before being promoted to the ASAC position in 1984 at the Chicago field office. I quickly climbed the ladder and in 1990 at the age of 40 became the youngest Assistant Director in the FBI." He got up and grabbed the coffeepot and refilled both their mugs.
"It was in the spring of 1994 that the consortium called in their marker." He hesitated. "They wanted me to rein in Special Agent Fox Mulder, control the types of cases he worked on and cover up any damaging evidence he stumbled upon. Section Chief Blevins was no longer able to effectively handle Mulder." Skinner rubbed his eyes taking a deep breath before continuing.
"I never personally met Fox Mulder before, I only heard about his spooky legend. I was half expecting an out-of-shape, disheveled, spaced out lunatic, but I was taken aback when a highly intelligent, impeccably groomed, handsome, young man wearing an obviously expensive designer suit showed up for our first meeting." Skinner smiled to himself at the memory and how hard it was for him to hide his attraction.
"I can honestly say by the end of that first meeting I was infatuated with Fox Mulder, but I was also envious of the relationship he had with Dana Scully. Unjustly, I started to view her as an obstacle and wanted to separate them. I had my opportunity after a high-level state department official was murdered, but that didn't stop Mulder and Scully from continuing to work together."
"I wanted to have her transferred to a remote field office, but was told the consortium had other plans for Agent Scully. I really should have put my foot down and ended my involvement with them, but I wanted her out of the picture. Mulder listened to her and I wanted to be the one he listened to."
"At that point, I was told that Mulder needed a new partner to keep an eye on him and I was ordered to assign Special Agent Alex Krycek to him. I despised the young man the moment I laid my eyes on him. It occurred to me immediately that they were trying to use Krycek to seduce Mulder, and I didn't want any part of that. I came right out and told that smoking bastard that I wanted no part to their schemes any longer and to find themselves another patsy."
"So you didn't order Scully's abduction?" Frohike asked, looking at the disheveled man.
"No. I didn't want to see her harmed that way. I suggested that she be removed from the picture by transferring her to some remote field office. As I said, they already had other plans for her that I knew nothing about." Skinner sighed realizing how lame that sounded. He should have done something to prevent Scully's abduction and he had been regretting it ever since.
"After she was taken, I did everything in my power to get her returned. It wasn't until I met with my original benefactor that we compromised, my silence for Agent Scully's return." Skinner got up and started pacing. "I didn't expect her to be returned in a coma and on the brink of death. Agent Mulder was barely holding it together, he blamed himself for Scully's condition, and I was afraid that if she died he would kill himself."
"He gave me his resignation, but I convinced him to stay. I should have taken it and ended his entanglement in their agenda."
"It's a good thing you didn't. I doubt if we we'd be alive now, having this conversation, if you had allowed Mulder to resign from the FBI."
Skinner gave him a weak smile. "Fox did finally break the conspiracy, in time to prevent the invasion. Too bad we couldn't have prevented the aliens from releasing the virus." He glanced at the clock. "Excuse me for a moment, I need to make a phone call." Skinner rose and left the room.
Frohike got up and went to the refrigerator, rummaging around. He pulled out some leftovers and set about making them an early lunch. Skinner looked as if he hadn't eaten anything in a while.
Skinner came back into the room twenty-minutes later as Frohike was just spooning the reheated stew into two bowls. He had already placed a plate of bread and butter on the table
Skinner glared at him. "Make yourself at home."
"Thanks, but I already have. Mulder and I used to get together once a month to cook, he was the only one that really appreciated my exotic cooking." The little man put the bowl of steaming stew in front of the A.D. "You aren't doing Mulder any good starving yourself. Catsup?" he asked, pulling the bottle out of the refrigerator.
"Sure," Skinner murmured, realizing there was still a lot he didn't know about his lover. "What did you and Fox use to cook?"
"We took turns selecting dishes: Greek, French, Japanese, Russian, you name it, we tried it. My personal favorite was when Mulder made a Sherrie lobster bisque followed by a herring and apple salad, for a main course shrimp Creole, and for dessert he made a charlotte russe. The gunmen are still raving about it, I haven't been able to cook anything as good since." Frohike grinned, taking a bite of the stew.
"That sounds really good."
"When we get Mulder back, you'll have to ask him to cook those recipes for you."
"If Fox comes back to me, I'll invite you and the rest of the Lone Gunmen over to celebrate with me." Skinner grinned at Frohike, starting to relax. So far, the little man didn't hold him responsible for any of his past sins.
"Why don't you explain to me what led up to your killing Bill Mulder."
"I had received word about the DAT tape from Cancerman and questioned Mulder about it, he attacked me in the hallway of the Hoover Building. I didn't know at the time that they were spiking his water with LSD." He frowned at the memory.
"A day later I was given a choice. Either I killed Bill Mulder or the Consortium takes Fox Mulder for a lab rat. For some reason, Fox was too valuable for them to kill, but the idea of them locking him away to experiment on . . . made my decision easy. I had no love for Bill Mulder, in fact, I totally despised the man for what he had done to his son." He took a small mouthful of stew, chewing it thoughtfully.
"When I arrived at the house, Mulder's car was already in the driveway. I crept up to the window and looked in, I saw Fox was seated on the sofa the old man was across from him. When Bill Mulder got up, I waited patiently, and when the light went on in the bathroom I crept over to that window. Looking in, I spotted Alex Krycek hiding in the shower. The old man had pulled out a bottle of pills from the medicine cabinet. I took aim and the moment he faced the window, I shot him, and took off immediately. I knew Krycek had spotted me, but I wasn't concerned. I knew he would run, instead of chancing Mulder finding him with his dad's body."
"It was the next day that Scully had dropped off evidence that someone had been lacing the water supply in Mulder's apartment building with LSD. Then both she and Mulder disappeared, and the next I heard was that he had been killed in New Mexico. The smoking bastard came by my office three days later wanting to make a deal, if I would kill Agent Scully he would return Fox Mulder to me alive."
"I didn't believe him, but I knew someone would try to kill Dana Scully so I went to warn her. We had a nice little get together in Mulder's apartment; our guns trained on each other, when all of a sudden Fox burst through the door. He was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen and it was then and there I broke all ties with the consortium. Fox was alive and healthy. No longer was I willing to do anything ever again that would betray his trust." Skinner sat back. He felt drained, he had never told anyone about this part of his life before.
"What are you doing to find Mulder?"
"We figured that Krycek will try to return to Russia with him, so we've tightened the borders."
"No, that's not where they're going."
"What do you mean . . . of course they're going to Russia. Krycek wouldn't chance remaining in this country."
"You're talking about Krycek, what you haven't considered was Mulder, he does have a mind of his own if you haven't noticed? He is not about to leave this country, no matter how betrayed he must feel."
"Where would Fox go? He has no family left and you and the other gunmen are his only close friends . . . shit! Scully! He'd try to see Dana Scully." Skinner grinned; he was starting to have faith that he would able to catch up to his lover.
"Bingo." Frohike grinned back.
Skinner walked over to the phone and dialed the airport. "When is the next flight for Denver leaving?" He wrote down the information and headed out of the room to pack.
"What time is our flight?" Frohike called, stopping Skinner dead in his tracks.
"You're coming with me?"
"Don't you think it would be in your best interest? Mulder isn't about to sit still and listen to you, and you need someone that could talk some sense into him. Of course, you are going to have to pay for my flight, meals, and hotel room." The little man grinned at the discomfort showing on the A.D.'s face.
"Of course, what was I thinking, the flight takes off at one o'clock this afternoon. I'll meet you at the airport at United Airlines, Gate 22," Skinner muttered.
Frohike headed back home to pack his bags, he knew that Skinner had told him the whole truth, since he had been reading his mind as Skinner was telling his story. He had never told anyone, not even Byers or Langly that he had picked up the clairvoyant mutation. He was happy that it had finally come in handy.
Mulder was extremely lucky having someone who loved him as much as Walter Skinner, now they only had to convince the evasive agent of that fact.
***
Outskirts of DC
Sunday, December 20
1:00 p.m.
The inside of the Hogs Breath bar was dark, dreary, and run-down, smelling of body odor and disease, which matched the clientele to a tee. At the bar sat a very large n'thral, the other bar patrons steered well clear of him.
He was downing his sixth whiskey and looking downright mean as he paid attention to the television set. "Bar Keep!" he bellowed.
The bartender came over cautiously, bringing the bottle of whiskey with him. "Another?" At the affirmative nod from the mutant, he quickly filled his glass.
"Leave the bottle."
On the television flashed a special news bulletin and the n'thral glanced up in time to see Special Agent Fox Mulder's beautiful face, followed by the hated face of the dark hair man that had stolen Fox from him.
"So Foxy . . . you've gotten yourself snatched . . . don't worry I'll rescue you," Henderson slurred at the TV, picking up the whiskey bottle he threw it at the set shattering the picture tube. He staggered out of the bar, stumbling back to the small studio apartment he had been hiding out in.
He started throwing his possessions into a large duffel bag, including the photos of Mulder. He had gone back into his loft apartment after being thrown out the window to retrieve his clothes, and had taken the time to pull photos off the wall.
He had a police scanner in the humvee and would use it to keep track of any sightings of the two men. He had special plans for that dark haired bastard when he caught him.
He took his possessions and threw them into the back of the humvee. Climbing in, he started the engine and drove off heading out of D.C. going northwest on interstate 270.
***
Interstate 64
Sunday, December 20
2:00 p.m.Mulder had just woken up. He'd been sleeping in the back of the van for the past five hours. He had always found it easy to sleep in moving vehicles. It didn't matter whether he was on an airplane or in a car. He stretched and stood up, crouching down so his head wouldn't hit the roof of the van. He walked over to the passenger seat and plopped down. Krycek looked over at him and smiled. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes, very. I really could go for a Quarter Pounder, larger fries, and a chocolate shake. Do you think you could find a McD's that still has a drive through?"
"No wonder I love you, Fox, we think alike. There's a large town coming up and I have already scanned it for a McD's, and they do have one." Krycek smiled at him fondly.
The windows on the van were tinted, not allowing people outside to easily see in, but Krycek still asked Mulder to wait in the back until they were safely back on the interstate. He had noticed that most of the small towns he had driven through had turned into ghost towns as the citizens moved to larger, more secure cities. There they had the protection of the National Guard, army, and police force against the constant attacks from roving bands of ghouls.
Krycek pulled up to the very busy drive-through and placed their order. Damn, nine dollars for a Big Mac and five dollars for a large fries. A person could make a killing by opening a fast food restaurant! The only problem would be finding employees.
He drove out of the parking lot and headed back onto the interstate. Mulder sat back down in the passenger seat taking the bag from him. He pulled out a big Mac and handed it to Krycek. Krycek held the messy hamburger by the clean paper wrapper and took a large bite, while steering the van with his other hand. "Mmmm, damn that's good."
Mulder unwrapped his Quarter Pounder, eating it hungrily. He dug the fries from the bag, hand-feeding Krycek who didn't have a free hand to spare. "Milkshake?"
"Yes, please."
Mulder held the straw to Krycek's mouth and he took a long sip then went back to eating his Big Mac.
"How far do you think we'll get today?"
"I'm hoping to get us to St. Louis, it will be easier to find a secure place to spend the night. At the rate we're traveling, we should get there by 5:00 p.m. then we'll have plenty of time to find a hotel."
"Hotel. Wouldn't we be less conspicuous staying in a motel?" Mulder asked, reaching over with a napkin he wiped the sauce dripping down Krycek's chin.
"Thanks. Yes, we would, but it's far more dangerous to stay in a motel in St. Louis. There are a large number of ghouls and n'thrals living there. Fox, I'll be careful to conceal our identities, anyone glancing at us will see two elderly men checking in. We'll fool them as long as no one looks too closely at us. Hopefully there won't be a clairvoyant or another sorcerer around, they would give us away instantly."
"Alex, wouldn't it be easier for you to secure a motel room with your powers, than trying to fool so many people checking into a hotel?" Mulder thoughtfully sipped the milkshake, not understanding why a hotel would be better in Krycek's mind than a motel.
"Yes, I could easily secure our motel room, but it would require most of my concentration. So, making love to you tonight would be out of the picture. I prefer the risk of checking into a hotel to giving that up." Krycek had finished his hamburger and was wiping his hands on the napkin. "Any of that milkshake left?"
"Yeah. I see your point." A small smile lifted the corners of Mulder's lips as he handed the younger man the rest of the milkshake. "Alex, as long as we're going to risk checking into a hotel, do you suppose we could find one with room service and a two-person whirlpool bath?"
Krycek gulped, "I think that's a very good suggestion. We could get a suite at The Royal it would also have a full-service bar in the room." He finished off the milkshake, handing the empty container back to the agent to put in the trash bag.
"I'm still hungry," Mulder moaned, looking at Krycek.
"There's some food in the cooler."
"That's not what I'm hungry for." Mulder climbed out of his seat and knelt down beside the younger man. His hand fondled Krycek's crotch making him erect. At his moan, the agent looked up at him alluringly. "Do you think you can drive without getting us into an accident while I finish dining?"
Krycek quickly nodded his head yes, not trusting himself to speak, trying to keep his attention focused on the road. He felt his zipper being lowered and his swollen cock pulled out into the warm van. When Mulder went down on him, it was all he could do to keep control of the van. "Shit! Damn! That's feels so fucking good!"
He wondered where Fox had learned too deep-throat like a pro; he only had one male lover before him. Snickering, he thought, //I'll have to send Skinner a thank you card.//
Krycek felt Mulder's hand caressing his testicles as the agent teeth scrapped over the entire length of his cock then he plunged back down taking him deep in his throat.
Krycek was barely able to ease the van off the freeway as Mulder throat muscles tightened his cock. "Damn," he panted.
Mulder pulled back as Krycek came hard, spurting into the back of his mouth. Mulder swallowed fast then licked Krycek's cock clean.
Mulder gave him a Cheshire cat grin. "Do you think I could drive now?"
"Sure, be my guest." He changed seats with his lover, not taking the time to zip himself up. He sat recovering for a few minutes as Mulder eased them back onto the interstate before finally reaching down and tucking himself in.
//Mine, he's all mine,// went racing through Krycek's head as he sat quietly recovering his breath. He glanced over at Mulder taking in his smug look. "You did that so I would let you drive, didn't you?"
"Yes, guilty as charged."
"Bastard . . . do you think you can get us to the St. Louis Royal Hotel without getting us pulled over by the police?"
"Ohh, pleeease, . . . I think I can manage driving the next one hundred and fifty miles without getting a ticket."
"Okay, fine, whatever." Krycek sulked. He didn't like giving up control, not even to Mulder.
***
Denver International Airport
Sunday, December 20
5:00 p.m.Walter Skinner and Melvin Frohike retrieved their bags from the baggage claim area. They would be spending one night in Denver before driving to Boulder in the morning.
They caught a shuttle over to the Renaissance Hotel. Skinner looked out the window of the bus with interest as they passed several businesses and apartment buildings. They all had ugly iron bars covering the windows and doors and large floodlights with motion detectors. The bars and lights had become a necessary precaution against the ghouls that roam the city at night. The armed nighttime patrols had not had any recent success in eliminating the ghouls. The ghouls had learned to avoid the armed men, seeking out easier prey.
"Not much different from D.C., is it?" Frohike commented noticing Skinner's interest in the buildings.
"No it isn't," he replied sadly.
"There's a Doctor Morgan in London that has isolated the gene causing the ghoul mutation. He thinks they will be able to use it as a test to determine which boys will be afflicted with the mutation when they enter puberty. We had the article in our last issue of The Lone Gunmen and the Magic Bullet."
"To what end? Is he suggesting killing the boys before they turn into ghouls or does he offer a possible cure?" Skinner didn't care for the possible invasion of privacy, and the devastation it would cause the families.
"Isn't it better to know before hand, than to wake up one morning to find your son chewing on your hand or worse that he had already killed his younger brothers?"
"I just can't help thinking about the poor father being told his ten year old son only had a few more years to live, before he was scheduled for extermination. That's if they don't put the boy down on the spot like some rabid animal."
The mood on the shuttle was grim by the time it finally arrived at the hotel. Skinner and Frohike grabbed their bags and went to the front desk to check in. They were able to secure rooms on the tenth floor and rode quietly up in the elevator together.
Frohike stopped by his door, before opening it he turned to Skinner who had the room right next to his. "How about we go down to the bar for drinks in about five minutes?"
"Yeah, I could really use a bourbon and something to eat."
***
The two men had been sitting in the crowded bar for two hours, they had ordered steak sandwiches and fries. Skinner was on his third bourbon and Frohike was keeping up with him downing his third scotch.
"What are our plans for tomorrow?" Frohike asked.
"I want to contact Dana Scully and the officials of the Northridge Research compound she is staying at."
"Don't you mean being held at? I understand she isn't very happy being there."
"No, Scully wouldn't be at all happy, she valued her independence more than anyone I had ever met." Skinner raised his empty glass at the bartender who came over and refilled it.
"Do you think they'll let us in to see her?"
"I doubt they would allow you in, but I'm planning on using my position in the FBI to gain access."
"Darn . . . couldn't you . . . like . . . swear me in as a temporary FBI agent or something?"
"Don't push it Frohike, I don't want to piss Scully off by bringing you to see her. Fox told me all about the way you used to hit on her."
"That snitch, remind me to cancel his heritage membership with the Lone Gunmen."
They spent two more hours in the bar, before calling it a night and heading up to their rooms.
***
The St. Louis Royal Hotel
Sunday, December 20
5:30 p.m.Check-in hadn't been a problem. Krycek had successfully convinced anyone glancing at them that they were seeing two elderly men. To Mulder's surprise, when he looked into a mirror in the hotel's lobby he also saw them as elderly men. Krycek registered them as brothers and got them a large suite.
"Nice trick," he whispered to Krycek as they rode up in the elevator.
"It does come in handy." Krycek placed his arm around Mulder's waist as they exited the elevator on their floor. They walked over to their assigned suite and entered it, bolting the door behind them. The suite was opulent; it had a separate room for entertaining with a television and full wet-bar complete with a refrigerator. Two bedrooms and one big bathroom complete with a large whirlpool bath.
"Wow! Do I want to know how much this is costing us?" Mulder exclaimed as he removed his shoes and socked, running his bare feet through the thick pile carpeting.
"No, probably not. How about we share a bath, then order some room service?" Krycek started undressing Mulder, not waiting for his permission.
"Have you ever had sex in a bathtub, Fox?" Krycek asked, licking behind his ear.
"Yes."
"Damn . . . I wanted it to be your first time. Is there anyplace you haven't had sex?" He nipped the agent's ear lobe, probing with his tongue inside the ear.
"Lots of places. I've only had sex with Skinner in his condo . . . we didn't get around to doing it anywhere else. Although, I had been looking forward to going on vacation with him to some hot exotic tropical paradise." Mulder mentally started chanting to himself 'don'tcryoverWalterdon'tcryoverWalter,' as he removed the younger man clothes. He was determined not to have the emotional pain he felt over Skinner control his life.
"Well, I'll take you to some hot tropical paradise myself, after we accomplish your current mission." Krycek grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom turning on the water to fill the large bathtub.
Mulder went over to the sink checking out the complimentary bath items the hotel provided. "Massage oil." He held out the bottle for Krycek's inspection.
"Oh, we are going to have a good time here, too bad we have to leave in the morning." He grabbed a bottle of moisturizing bath salts and poured it under the faucet watching the bubbles fill the tub and the water change to aqua-blue.
They both stepped into the steaming bathtub and Mulder grabbed a washcloth and started to gently wash Krycek. The younger man purred happily and let the agent thoroughly clean him. Both their bodies were slippery from the bath oil making it easier for what Krycek had in mind. He positioned Mulder over his hard erection and impaled the agent from behind by having him sit in his lap.
"Oh, fuck . . . I've never been with anyone as tight as you are, my love." Krycek started washing Mulder's chest as the agent laid his head back onto the younger man's shoulder, leaning into his soft embrace.
Mulder laughed, "Alex, that is never going to change. If I don't have sex in twenty-four hours, I physically become a virgin again." He rocked back and forth forcing Krycek's cock in deeper and making the younger man cry out.
"Fuck . . . don't . . . stop doing that," Krycek hissed. "It never occurred to me that you would be able to heal there as well," he moaned, feeling Mulder's muscles clamping down on him. He picked up the washcloth from where he had dropped it and started washing and stroking the agent's swollen erection. He quickened the stroking motion with his hand, jacking the agent off hard.
Mulder came squirting a hot stream of milky come across the bathtub. He sagged back against the younger man's chest, who still had his cock buried deep inside him. When he recovered enough, he started rocking back and forth in the ex-agent's lap, enjoying the delicious feeling of the hard penis stroking in and out of his body. It didn't take long to bring Krycek over the edge as he felt the younger man's hot come spurting into his body.
Mulder pulled himself up and let the softening penis slip from his body. He turned around so he was straddling Krycek's legs, kissing him deeply pushing his tongue into the younger man's mouth tasting and claiming him.
"Do you want to get out and order room service? I'm starving. We can always take another bath later," Mulder purred. As he waited for Krycek to recover enough to answer him, he continued kissing and licking him.
"Sounds . . . good. Help me up," he panted.
Mulder pulled the drain, standing up, he reached down and helped Krycek to his feet. "Poor baby," he quipped.
Krycek grabbed him around the waist pulling Mulder against his body, trailing his hands down to the agent's ass. "We'll see who the poor baby is tomorrow morning, lover." He squeezed Mulder's buttocks as he rested his head on the agent's shoulder.
"Promise?" Mulder asked, grabbing a towel, he started to dry Krycek and himself.
"Cross my heart. C'mon, let's see what's on the hotel's menu." They finished drying off and left the bathroom.
Krycek wandered over to the bar and opened a bottle of wine, while Mulder perused the hotel's menu.
"What sounds good?" Krycek asked, handing Mulder a glass of white wine.
"The grilled lobster tail or the lamb tikka, you decide."
"Lobster it is." Krycek called in their order, also adding a couple of appetizers.
Mulder sat on the sofa clicking on the television he quickly flipped through the channels until he stumbled upon the news bulletin featuring Krycek and him. "Shit! Why doesn't he leave me alone, hasn't he hurt me enough already?" Mulder angrily clicked off the television.
Krycek walked over to the sofa looking down at his naked lover. Mulder was so adorable when he pouted. The ex-agent sat next to him, wrapped his arms around him, and pulled his lover's head down onto his shoulder, gently running his finger through Mulder's silky hair. "That's why I wanted to take you back to Russia, so he wouldn't be able to hurt you ever again."
"I love this country, Alex, I can't just up and leave it. I've already lost everything else in my life that really mattered to me. Please . . . try to understand." He couldn't stop himself from crying as hot tears streamed down his face, and he broke down sobbing against Krycek's chest. //Damn you, Walter Skinner.// Why had he allowed the man to steal his heart? He had a physical ache in his chest at the thought of what Walter had meant to him.
"For you, Fox, I'll try . . . but, only for you." Krycek kissed the top of his head hugging him tight, rocking back and forth trying to soothe the distraught man. He had to find a way to convince Mulder to go back to Russia with him. As long as they remained in this country, there was always a chance that Skinner would be able to win Mulder back.
***