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Walter Skinner was having a wonderful dream. He felt the most fantastic sensation, that was so familiar. He groaned and realized he was awake and the sensation was continuing. Slowly, Skinner opened his eyes and pulled himself up on his elbows. He smiled slowly. Though he wasn't wearing his glasses, he immediately knew who the mop of dark hair belonged to and he realized what the sensations were.

"Oh...." was all Skinner could muster.

The sensation stopped, and Skinner found himself looking into a pair of beautiful hazel eyes.

"Good morning," Walter Skinner said.

Fox Mulder grinned, stuck out his tongue and gave a long, lucious lick to Skinner's penis. "Good morning yourself," he said.

Skinner looked at the clock and groaned. "You're going to be late and you know better than to keep Scully waiting."

Mulder shook his head. "Me? No way, I'm a fast dresser. You should know that by now."

Skinner smiled. He did know that, in fact, in the last three months, he had learned many things about Agent Fox Mulder that he never would have suspected a year ago. For one thing, he never knew how Mulder felt about him. He'd always admired the young agent for....how long...one year...two...five? More than admired, Skinner used to fantasize about what Mulder's skin would feel like against his own, how it might feel to grip that cute behind of his. He'd seen Mulder once, getting out of the pool, wearing nothing but a pair of red Speedoes. Goddamn...Skinner had gotten a hard on just looking at him. But Skinner never would have made any kind of move, not certain of Mulder's sexuality. It was Fox who made the first move, after Skinner had come back from Seattle. Seattle, Skinner didn't even think about that place anymore. He just hoped that Frank Black was as happy as he was.

"I know that, I know lots of things about you, Fox," Skinner grinned. He quickly sat up, grabbed Mulder by the arms and pulled him close. Skinner crushed his mouth to Mulder's, at first Fox was going to make it difficult, by refusing to open his mouth, but then he relaxed, taking Skinner's tongue into his mouth and sucking on it, slowly.

Skinner's hands roamed up and down the lean, hard muscles in Mulder's shoulders and arms as Mulder continued the assault on the older man's mouth. Skinner pulled Mulder on top of him so they were laying flat against each other, skin to skin, their erections rubbing gently together. Skinner broke the kiss to catch his breath. Mulder smiled. Damn, that man knew how to make him completely breathless. Skinner kissed Mulder's lips, cheeks, nose, then started on his earlobes, slowly moving to his middle ear, his lover's sensitive spot.

"Oh...God...Walter..." Mulder groaned.

Now it was Skinner's turn to smile. But Mulder retaliated by grinding his hips against Skinner's, causing his boss to throw his head back and groan in ecstasy. Mulder grinned again, and Skinner shook his head.

"You're bad," he said.

"Really...as bad as Frank Black was?" Mulder said.

Skinner groaned and closed his eyes. Damn Mulder had terrible timing. He always chose the worst moments to bring up Skinner's former lover.

"Frank who?" Skinner said.

Mulder ran his hand along Skinner's balding head. "Oh, I don't know...old guy...profiler...went nuts and moved to Seattle..."

Skinner sighed. "Fox...you know how I feel about you."

Mulder nodded, then looked at the clock and kissed Skinner's lips gently. "You're right, it is getting late. I better hit the shower." Fox bounced off Skinnerand rushed out of the bedroom.

'Shit,' Skinner thought. Sometimes, Mulder could be a little tease. What the hell did he want, a declaration of love before sex? He shut his eyes tightly and tried to will away the nagging erection that...that Mulder had caused. Skinner stretched. Strange, he never would have thought Mulder could be so insecure. Their conversations were always the same.

"I'm with you, not Frank Black," Skinner would say.

"But you still love him Walter...don't you...you've never said you love me."

"Yes I have."

"During sex doesn't count."

"Fox, I love you. Now what more do you want?"

"I don't know Walter. I guess I just wonder. I mean you were on the rebound when we got together. You told me Frank had met somebody else and you were hurt."

"Fox...please believe me, I love you. It's you now, and it's always going to be you. I told you before, I don't sleep around. I believe in monogamy...it's so easy for men to become promiscuous...I'm not like that Fox."

And then they'd share a hug, and Mulder would smile and say that he believed Skinner. But then about a week later, the same subject would come up. Skinner wondered what would make his young lover feel more secure. Maybe a key to his new apartment in Crystal City might change things. Skinner smiled. Too bad Mulder had to be away on a simple serial murder case. Simple to Skinner, but not to Mulder who was convinced that the young boys were being used for some kind of ritual experiments, by whom? Mulder wasn't certain.

Skinner heard the shower, he smiled. 'Didn't the president say something about conserving water?' he thought. Skinner got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, shaking his head. 'Fox's apartment is too damn small...no wonder he doesn't like to stay here.'

Skinner pulled back the shower stall door, without knocking. Mulder stood underneath the shower nozzle, hot water pulsating all over his head and face. SKinner wasn't certain he even knew he was there.

"I hope that's you, Walter," Mulder said.

Skinner picked up a bar of soap along with a loofah sponge. "They say these things are supposed to get the dead skin off."

Mulder blinked and rubbed his eyes so he could see his lover clearly. "You know, it's hard as hell to wash your back with one of those."

"That was about as subtle as a sledge hammer. Turn around." Skinner rubbed soap on the sponge, and then slowly, carefully began to scrub Mulder's back.

"Hey, Walter, I think you're supposed to do it a little harder."

"Oh, really..." What a little tease. Skinnerr moved closer to Mulder, putting him almost under the shower nozzle, and scrubbed his back more vigorously.

"Now, that feels better," Fox Mulder smiled.

This baithing excercise was making Skinner harder than he'd been earlier. His breathing was hot, ragged and very close to Mulder's ear.

"Mmmmm," Mulder groaned.

Slowly, Skinner snuck his arm around Mulder's waist, pulling him closer as he continued washing his lover's back. Skinner moved his hips from side to side, along Mulder's buttocks, making certain the younger man felt his arousal.

"Ohhh....that's hard..." Mulder said.

"Isn't it?."

Mulder's breathing was also very ragged. He moved backwards until he was as close to Skinner as he could get. Skinner moved the sponge up to Mulder's neck, back down passed his back and stopped at his buttocks. Mulder tried to squirm, but Skinner had a good hold on him.

As Skinner moved the sponge along Mulder's neck and shoulders, with his free hand, he carefully placed two fingers into the younger man's anus, stroking Mulder slowly. The warm water and the soap had lubricated the younger man very well. Skinner withrew his fingers, then moved his hand around and felt that Mulder was very erect.

"What have we here?" Skinner whispered in Mulder's ear.

Mulder turned his head so he could look in Skinner's eyes. Skinner was taken aback by what he saw, Mulder's face was flushed, by the heat and by passion, his eyes were glazed, his bottom lip seemed fuller.

"Walter...for God's sake....please...."

"Please what Fox..." Skinner's voice was soft, low.

Mulder was gasping for breath as some water went into his mouth. "Please...do it...Walter..." he knew that wasn't good enough, so he took a deep breath. "Please...fuck me..."

"Well...." Skinner put the sponge on the shelf and put one hand against the shower wall to brace himself. Then he slowly placed himself at Mulder's opening and wrapped his free hand around Mulder's penis. Skinner took a deep breath and stayed like that as he felt Mulder gasp and jerk in his arms.

"Walter...what.......doing..." he managed to say.

"Just savoring the moment Fox...I'm so excited, I don't think I'll last too long."

Mulder tried to push his hips backward, but Skinner tightened his grip around his penis. "Walter...please....please..." he was almost sobbing.

"Fox, I love you...do you believe me...."

"Yes...yes...oh God YES WALTER."

Skinner sighed hard, it would not be the end of the discussion, but he didn't feel much like talking now. Skinner pushed himself slowly, carefully deep into Mulder. He shut his eyes tightly as his lover filled him up. Then, Skinner began a slow, rocking rhythm in and out, as he gently stroked Mulder's penis. Skinner's eyes were shut tightly, he was using all his self control not to grab Mulder's hips and slam hard into him. Soon, the rhythm quickened and the strokes became thrusts, Skinner grasped his lover's penis and moved his hand up and down the shaft roughly, squeezing the head, causing Mulder to gasp.

Skinner was biting his lip so hard, trying to control himself, he tasted blood. To hell with this, to hell with control. With a strangled moan, Skinner began pumping wildly in and out of the younger man, stroking Mulder's penis in the same frenzied rhythm as the water cascaded down on them and the stall was filled with steam. Mulder thrust forward into Skinner's hand, then backward into his penis, matching both of his movements.

The heat of the shower, the heat of their bodies, combined with Skinner's groans as he continued his frantic pace, pushed Mulder over the edge, he thrust once, twice against Skinner's hand before he came, spurting his hot release through Skinner's fingers and ontot the shower floor. As Mulder's buttock muscles contracted, caressing, pulling, stroking Skinner's penis vigorously, Skinner leaned forward and bit Mulder on the back of the neck as he came explosively, so much so that he nearly lost his balance, almost causing both of them to fall.

Mulder slowly turned himself around and pulled Skinner to him, kissing his mouth. Skinner wrapped his arms around Mulder's waist receiving the kiss, holding him close.

A half hour later, both men were clean, dry and dressed. Mulder in his business suit, Skinner in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, as he was going to try and unload some of the boxes the moving men left in his new apartment, yesterday.

"I still say you should have had them put your stuff away," Mulder said, tracing Skinner's jawline with his fingertip.

"If you want something done right Fox, you have to do it yourself."

He smiled seductively. "You are so right."

Skinner took a hold of Mulder's tie and pulled it, sighing. "I see my taste hasn't rubbed off on you yet."

"Oh, your taste *has* rubbed off on me, Walter," Mulder laughed.

"Agent Mulder, you have a dirty mind."

"Yes Sir, I think I do."

They kissed lightly on the lips, anything heavier would invite further sexual activity and Mulder really didn't want to keep Scully waiting.

"Be careful," Skinner said.

"I always am Walter. I'll call you when I can. You be careful too, DC's a dangerous place," and Mulder's face darkened. Skinner knew he was *not* talking about common criminals.

Skinner nodded. "I know what to do when I smell cigarette smoke."

Mulder placed his spare key in Skinner's hand.

"I'll give you one as soon as I have it made, Fox."

Mulder nodded. "I trust you," but Skinner wondered if he really did.

Skinner smiled at the brand new second key he'd just gotten maintenance to make for him. As soon as Mulder returned, he'd take him out for a nice dinner, bring him to his new apartment and present him with the key. Skinner tried to think of some, cute romantic way to surprise his lover; maybe put it under the pillow?

As Skinner entered his apartment, cluttered with boxes and some furniture already placed, he sensed that someone was there. Immediately, he drew his gun, and that was when he heard a familiar chuckle that caused shivvers down his spine.

"Now, is that any way to treat an old friend?"

Skinner pointed the gun in the direction of the voice, a chair in a dark corner of the living room. Skinner turned on a dim lamp and the figure rose and slowly walked over to the light. He wore jeans and boots, a brown leather jacket and a white tee shirt, on his head was a black baseball cap. Skinner looked up at the pair of green eyes, framed in long, dark eyelashes.

"You're no friend of mine, Krycek."

Alex Krycek smiled and shook his head, then he removed his cap and tossed it on the chair. Skinner saw that the younger man's hair was short, a miliary buzz cut. Krycek sighed. "Aren't you going to ask me to take my jacket off?"

"Why? You're not staying."

Krycek shrugged. "You may want me to."

"What the hell do you want?"

"You could start by putting down the gun. If I wanted to kill you, I would've before you even saw me."

Skinner knew Krycek was right. The younger man's eyes were wide, he looked scared underneath all that bravado. He put the gun back in his waist holster.

"I thought you were dead."

"Me too. This is a nice place, Wally," Krycek smiled seductively at him. Skinner looked the man over, damn, even dirty, he was as beautiful as ever. Skinner wondered when was the last time Krycek had taken a bath. Wally? Why the hell was he calling him that?

"Do you have a VCR, Wally?"

Skinner nodded, he'd set it up two nights ago. "There," he pointed to a spot in the opposite corner.

Krycek pulled something out of his jacket pocket, then walked to the TV and VCR, which meant his back was to Skinner, but the older man didn't move. Krycek turned on the TV, then inserted the tape. "I forwarded it to the middle of the action, didn't want to bore you with all the foreplay."

Krycek pressed the "play" button and Skinner found himself stareing at a familiar room, but he coudln't remember where...His attention was distracted by a loud groan and focused on the two figures on the large bed. Alex Krycek lay, naked, face down on the bed, hands gripping the bedcovers, there was a man on top of Krycek, an older man pumping furiously into the younger man's anus, groaning incoheirently, one hand was around Krycek's waist, the other gripped the headboard. Skinner's eyes widened, as he realized that the older man....was himself.

Skinner felt his entire body go limp, he used every ounce of control to keep himself from falling against the wall. He stared at Krycek in disbelief.

"You know, that Rodney King case taught me a lot...you never know when you might need a videocamera," Krycek grinned.

Skinner recovered himself and quickly rushed to the VCR. Krycek was faster and punched Skinner hard in the stomach, causing the older man to double over. "Do that again and I'll blow your head off. Besides, what makes you think this is the only one?"

"You fucking bastard!!!"

"Why're you yelling at me, Wally. I didn't do anything, that is you on there!"

Skinner stood up slowly and stared into those hard green eyes. Damn Krycek for being right; he looked again at the screen, heard his groans escalate, as well as Krycek's.

"Kind of sexy, huh?" Krycek said, smiling.

Skinner looked down at the buldge in Krycek's pants, then realized he was getting hard, just looking at the beautiful young man, and was glad he wore loose fitting pants so Krycek couldn't see his condition. Krycek was still smiling...damn him for being so beautiful and damn that night...a night that Skinner thought he'd never have to remember.

Skinner had just arrived in Washington DC, from Seattle. The case he was supervising was over, as well as his relationship with Frank Black. Frank was very happy with his new, younger lover a lithe and handsome man named James Horn. Skinner had gone to a bar he'd never been to before, a dark and dingy place in Georgetown, where the drinks didn't have pretty names and were served straight up if you requested it. Skinner took his tie off, so as not to arouse too much suspicion.

Skinner was on his fourth drink, when he felt a presence beside him. He turned his head and saw Alex Krycek. Skinner thought he was having some kind of hallucination and had to blink a few times before he was certain. Krycek was wearing jeans, a black tee shirt and a denhim jacket.

"What's a nice guy like you doing in a dive like this?" Krycek said.

Skinner didn't respond, he just took another swig of his drink.

"You look like you've lost your best friend."

"Get the fuck away from me..." Skinner slurred.

Krycek laughed. "You're fucking drunk. Our cigarette smoking friend must have fucked you good. I can relate." Krycek signaled the bartender, who placed a beer in front of him and another scotch in front of Skinner who frrowned at the drink.

"Consider it a peace offering, besides, you make a move towards me, they're about ten guys who'll kick the shit out of you. This is my crowd, Skinner."

Skinner looked around the bar and saw about ten rough looking men in jeans and camoflauge jackets, sitting at a round table with five very young looking women. He concluded that Krycek was probably right. He downed the drink and stood up, slamming a fifty dollar bill on the bar. As Skinner staggered toward the door, Krycek grabbed his arm.

"I hope you're not thinking of driving yourself home Wally. A drunk assistant director of the FBI, driving a car isn't a pretty sight, especially if you hit someone."

"Then I'll call a cab."

Krycek reached over into Skinner's jacket pocket and pulled out a set of keys. "I'll drive you to my place, it's closer."

All Skinner could do was lean against the younger man's body, that's when he smelled the aftershave; it smelled good, like fresh pine and Skinner realized he was aroused.

The drive to Krycek's apartment was quick, it seemed like they were there in a second. Krycek led him up the stairs and the next thing Skinner remembered, they were in a large, sparsely furnished room. The only furniture he saw was a dresser and a king sized bed. Skinner's erection was nearly painful now. He stared at Krycek, who was smiling at him. Damn, even when Krycek was working for him, he hadn't noticed how utterly beautiful he was, deep, green espressive eyes and long, thick black eyelashes.

The time for being submissive was over, this man was not Frank Black. Skinner grabbed Krycek and pinned his body against the wall. He covered the younger man's mouth with his own, sucking hard on Krycek's tongue. Krycek wrapped his arms around Skinner's neck and returned the kiss. "I've always wanted you, Wally..." Krycek whispered.

They hurriedly tore their clothes from their own and each other's bodies and tumbled on the bed. Skinner moved on top of Krycek, grining his erection against the younger man's. Krycek wrapped his legs around Skinner's waist as they drove themselves into a frenzy. Skinner felt himself coming and Krycek managed to snake away from him.

"Alex..." Skinner said through his teeth.

Krycek opened the top drawer of a night table and pulled out a condom and some lubricant, he winked at Skinner and handed it to him. Skinner tore them from Krycek's hands, as Krycek licked his lips with his tongue and turned on his stomach. Skinner quickly prepared his penis as well as Krycek's opening. No words were spoken, Skinner didn't have anything to say to Krycek, he just desperately wanted to fuck him. As soon as they were both lubricated properly, Skinner rolled the condom over his erection and positioned himself over Krycek.

Krycek looked over his shoudler. "Fuck me Wally....fuck me..."

Skinner grit his teeth and plunged into Krycek's body. The younger man cried out, from pain or pleasure, Skinner didn't know, and he didn't care. He reached around Krycek's waist, grasped the man's erection and pumped it in time to his thrusts.

Within seconds, the rhythm increased in intensity and speed. Skinner drove hard, delivering thrust after powerful thrust inside Krycek, as he continued to squeeze and pump Krycek's penis. Skinner heard Krycek's strangled scream as he came hard in his hand, and as Krycek's buttock muscles throbbed against Skinner's penis, the older man lost control and he came, collapsing against Krycek's back.

After that, Skinner didn't remember much else. He remembered waking up, next to Krycek sometime the next day, confused as to why they both were naked. Skinner quickly dressed and left the apartment, glad that his car keys were in his jacket pocket. A few weeks later, Fox Mulder approached him in his office and Skinner had never given a thought to that night with Krycek.

The tape had finished. Krycek took it from the VCR and placed it back in his jacket pocket. "I wonder what our smoking friend would think of this," Krycek sighed.

Skinner blinked and found himself staring into Krycek's eyes again. Cancer Man. He'd make that tape public knowledge which would mean...Mulder would see it...God...losing Mulder was a hundred times worse than losing his career.

"What the hell do you want, Krycek?"

Krycek grinned. "Did I say I wanted something? You're way ahead of me Wally. I don't want anything...now. But later...who knows? I just wanted to show this to you...let you stew over it for awhile. Call it a public service."

So, Krycek didn't want anything, but Skinner knew better. Krycek wanted to show Skinner that he had something on him, and that he could find him.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Skinner said.

Krycek shrugged. "Surprised you don't want a repeat performance, Wally...but I guess that'll come later." Krycek walked over to Skinner and stood, very close to him. Skinner could smell that same aftershave and tried desperately to keep his breathing regulated and the only way he could do that was to keep his eyes away from Krycek.

"Face it Wally...you want it...you need it...I'll see you later.."

When Skinner looked again, Krycek was gone. Skinner slammed and locked the door behind him, knowing that was useless, rats could find the smallest of holes to crawl into.

Walter Skinner nearly pulled his lover in the apartment, he looked so beautiful, standing out in the hall. Though it was in the middle of the night, Skinner wasn't too upset that it was Mulder who woke him up.

Mulder said something about needing a safe house, when Skinner asked for whom, Mulder pulled a handcuffed Alex Krycek into view. Immeidately, Skinner's blood began to boil. Shit, had Krycek showed Mulder the tape. Skinner grabbed the handcuffed man and said something about him being quite safe here. Skinner punched Krycek hard in the stomach, causing the younger man to double over, then asked Mulder for the keys. When Mulder gave them to him, he dragged Krycek onto the balcony and had to control his impulse to throw him off. No telling where that tape was, or who had it, and if something happened to Krycek, it *could* become public knowledge.

Skinner handcuffed Krycek to the railing and Krycek shouted that Skinner couldn't do that, he'd freeze to death.

"Think warm thoughts," Skinner said, knowing just what kind of thoughts Krycek might think.

Skinner went back inside the apartment and faced Mulder. Mulder looked him up and down and smiled. "Nice jeans...sorry you didn't have time to put on a shirt." Skinner sighed, he hadn't seen the tape.

Skinner smiled. "Why don't you go upstairs. I'll be up soon."

Mulder frowned. "I know it's hard, but try not to kill him."

"Sure." Mulder squeezed his hand. Skinner watched him go upstairs, then he turned around and went back out on the balcony, where Krycek was crouched on the floor, collar turned upward as he tried to keep himself warm. Skinner knelt down.

"Where the fuck's the tape, Krycek."

Krycek's turned the full force of his green eyes and dark eye lashes onto Skinner. "Why don't you turn me loose Wally, and I'll get it for you."

Damn. Even with everything to lose, Krycek was still trying to be cute...and succeeding. "Fuck you, you bastard," Skinner said between his teeth.

"Yeah, you know you want to, Wally. Why don't you face it...come down here and let me suck you off." Krycek whispered softly, his lips touched Skinner's cheek.

Skinner quickly drew back and rose. Krycek grinned, seeing his erection. "I see I still have the same effect on you, don't I?"

Skinner didn't want to dignify that with an answer. "Pleasant dreams, Alex." He went back into the apartment, and was startled to see Mulder standing there. Shit, he hoped he hadn't overheard the conversation. Mulder was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a smile.

"Just wanted to make sure you didn't kill him. We may need him later," Mulder said.

Skinner wanted to get Mulder upstairs. He was horny and he didn't want to be anywhere near Krycek. "No, he's safe and sound."

"Good," Mulder slipped his arms around Skinner's waist and pulled him close. Feeling Skinner stiffen, Mulder frowned. "What's the matter?"

Skinner knew he had to act natural, he felt guilty that Alex Krycek excited him. "Nothing." He pulled Mulder's face down and kissed him gently on the lips.

"Now, let's get you upstairs," Mulder grinned, looking down at his boss's erection, "and not a moment too soon."

"Good idea," Skinner put his arm around Mulder and they headed up the stairs.

Skinner thought he'd completely closed the curtains to the balcony, but there was a small patch that was open, it was just wide enough for Alex Krycek to see the activity in the living room. He saw Mulder put his arms around Skinner's waist, and saw Skinner kiss Mulder's lips. Krycek pulled against his bonds, both in anger and in frustration. So, that's why Skinner was being such a hard ass to him, wanted to show off in front of his new bitch. Puny little Fox Mulder of all people, didn't even know he liked men...well, Krycek always suspected, Mulder looked like he'd screw a horse if he could. Krycek reached inside his jeans with his free hand and stroked his building erection as he thought about Skinner, then about Fox Mulder. Puny? Not really, he remembered the time he'd seen Mulder when he was coming out of the swimming pool, wearing nothing but red Speedos and a pair of goggles. Those Speedos didn't leave a lot to the imaginaton either, Krycek grinned.

Krycek then realized that Skinner had quite another reason for wanting the tape; wouldn't want the bitch to see it. Krycek looked up, to where he thought Skinner's bedroom might be, "I wonder which one's a top and which is a bottom?" he said to himself. He remembered how he felt when Skinner fucked him, filling him up, grunting, making him come too. Skinner didn't love him, but he wanted him, he still wanted him. Krycek was certain that Skinner was fucking Mulder, but it was him, Alex Krycek he was imagining being with. Then, Krycek wondered what it would be like to fuck Mulder, they were about the same age, same height, similar build, though Krycek knew his body could take a lot more than Mulder's. Could Mulder have survived the silo? Mulder was probably a good kisser, he had a sexy, lower lip, perfect for kissing and sucking. Krycek leaned against the railing and stopped stroking himself. He didn't want to come all over himself in the cold. Before this thing was over, he was going to find out just what Skinner saw in old "Spooky"

"Don't touch me again," Alex Krycek said, glaring at Mulder.

Fox Mulder had dragged Alex Krycek from Virginia to New York, and then to Russia, where they'd been captured and placed in a small, stinking cell, and where Krycek knew they'd be tortured. He just told Mulder that he was going to need him in there, after all, *he* spoke Russian, Mulder didn't.

Krycek walked over to the window and grasped the bars that despite his will, didn't move. Mulder glared at him.

"You're lucky I didn't kill you Krycek, after what you've done to me."

Krycek turned around and Mulder braced himself for another attack, but Krycek just smiled. "After what you've done to me, I should get myself out and leave you here Fox," he chuckled. "I wonder how long it would take Wally to find your body."

Mulder stared at Krycek, who laughed. "I guess you don't call him that...what do you call him when he's fucking you...Walter baby..."

Mulder looked down and remembered when Krycek was handcuffed to the balcony and he'd come downstairs and kissed Skinner.

Krycek laughed louder. "I didn't call him Wally either, he was so fucking good, I could barely speak."

"What the hell are you..." Mulder fought the impulse to punch Krycek in the mouth. He needed him and Krycek knew it, he was just messing with him.

Krycek walked closer to Mulder. "Let's just say that Wally and I are old friends....and if you're dead, who knows what might happen...I kind of liked that apartment in Crystal City."

Mulder turned his back on Krycek. "I'm not listening to you, Krycek."

Now Krycek stood even closer to Mulder, whispering in his ear. "I love a man with a hairy chest, feels so good against my back...or are you on top, Foxy?"

Mulder shut his eyes tightly, his blood was slowly boiling. "Tell me, Foxy, what do you think of that scar underneath his left nipple?"

"Shut up Krycek...just shut up..." Mulder whispered.

Krycek leaned over so his mouth touched Mulder's lips. "When Wally comes...does he still make that wonderful grunting noise?" Mulder spun around and slammed Krycek against the wall. He tried to punch him, but the younger man was quicker, and slammed his fist hard into Mulder's gut. Krycek then pushed Mulder against the opposite wall, pinning him by the shoulders and staring deep into his eyes.

"Does that make you feel good Foxy?" Krycek was so close, Mulder could smell his deep, musky scent and he turned his head so he didn't have to look at him. Krycek turned Mulder's head, so he was again facing him, and then kissed him, hard on the lips. Mulder tried to push Krycek away, but Krycek was more determined, as he tried to force Mulder's mouth open. Mulder felt his former partner's tongue on his lips, felt his breath on his face and neck as he continued to struggle.

"Oh...Foxy...you're turning me on," Krycek began to grind his hips against Mulder's groin. Mulder groaned and felt his body responding to Krycek's touch. Mulder slowly opened his mouth and received Krycek's kiss, as he ground his hips against the younger man's erection.

Krycek's hands moved down to Mulder's behind, pushing him closer, as Krycek ground harder. Mulder gasped for breath and groaned. "Damn you Krycek...." he gasped.

"Yeah...damn me, Mulder."

Mulder looked into Krycek's eyes, they were both evil and beautiful at the same time. He grabbed the back of Krycek's head and kissed him hard, biting the other man's lips. Krycek increased his grip of Mulder's behind, until Mulder thought he'd die right there if he didn't stop the assult, the torture, Mulder felt was worse than anything the Russians could think up.

Mulder pulled his mouth off Krycek's, grabbed him by the shoulders and moved quickly around so he was standing behind Krycek, then he pushed Krycek into the wall. Mulder pulled Krycek's tee shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, then he pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. Krycek didn't put up any resistance, he stood, hands against the wall, waiting. Mulder took off his sweater, throwing it into the corner, where it landed near Krycek's tee shirt and pulled down his own briefs and jeans. Mulder put his hands on Krycek's slim waist and pulled him closer. The only sound was the sound of their breathing. Somewhere deep inside Mulder was a voice screaming: "What the fuck are you doing...you hate this man...." The voice was right, Mulder wanted to kill Krycek, he wanted to fuck him, he hated him, he loved him?

Mulder spit on his hands and used it to lubricate Krycek's opening. It wasn't much but it would have to do, there was no turning back. Mulder roughly entered Krycek, pushing himself deeper and deeper until he was all the way inside. Krycek's body tensed for a moment, he threw his head back and his mouth opened in a soundless scream. Mulder didn't give a shit if he was hurting him, this was *his* pleasure he was taking. Then, Krycek's body relaxed and Mulder started a jagged rhythm; withdrawing half way, then slamming fiercely into Krycek so deep that his testicles were against Krycek's buttocks.

In less than a minute, the rhythm increased in both speed and intensity. Mulder, grunting with each thrust, holding Krycek's waist firmly. Krycek knowing Mulder didn't care if he got off or not, began to stroke himself in time to Mulder's thrusts. Mulder shut his eyes and told himself that he wouldn't come inside Krycek's body, he wasn't going to give him that satisfaction, when he was ready to come, he'd pull out and shoot all over his former partner's back. Mulder smiled thinking of Krycek with a wet spot all over his back.

Krycek's strokes became harder until he felt his testicles tightening, he threw his head back. "Oh God..." he cried and came, shooting against the wall. Fox felt Krycek's anal muscles ripple and jerk his penis so violently, that he was unable to pull out in time and came hard, inside Krycek's body. Mulder cried out and collapsed against Krycek so hard, that both men fell to the floor, landing like a couple of spoons.

Krycek pushed himself away from Mulder, Mulder groaned, feeling his body abandoned. When he looked up, Krycek was pulling up his pants and grinning at Mulder.

"Shit Foxy, now I know why Wally loves you so much."

Krycek put his tee shirt on and threw Mulder his sweater. Mulder put his sweater over his head, then stood as he pulled his pants back up but was unable to speak. He was too angry, too ashamed, and too satisfied. He had just fucked Krycek, or had Krycek fucked him?

Kyrcek pulled Mulder in an embrace and kissed his lips. "You were beautiful Foxy."

"Stop calling me that....Alex..." Mulder's eyes were on the floor.

Krycek smiled and patted Mulder on the shoulder. "You're good...more than good...that was one hell of a performance....so good that I'm going to give you something for it."

"I don't want anything of yours, Krycek," Mulder still couldn't look at him.

Krycek reached inside the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out a key, he held it in front of Mulder's face. Mulder looked at it. It was a key, with a tag number 1169 attached to it.

"What the hell's that, the digital tape?"

Krycek laughed out loud. "You are so funny Fox. This tape is another...performance...only this one stars your boss."

Now, Mulder met Krycek's eyes. "And me, of course," Krycek grinned, "1169, Union Station."

Mulder shook his head. "I don't want it."

"Oh come on Foxy, your curiosity is killing you, isn't it? Don't you want to see if it's true, if I really did fuck Skinner?"

Mulder glared at him, Krycek continued, "I mean, you already think I did, but you really can't be sure unless you see it on videotape." When Mulder didn't take the key from Krycek, he threw it to the floor and walked back to the window, placing his hands again on the bars.

Mulder down at the key, then he looked up at Krycek. He wanted to believe that Krycek lied to him, played on his emotions, but his curiosity gnawed at him. Could Krycek be telling the truth, for once? A videotape.... Mulder closed his eyes and when he opened them, the key was still there. He sighed long and hard, then reached down, picked up the key and put it in his jeans pocket.

One day after he'd spoken at the Senate, Select Subcommitte hearings, two days after returning from Terma, Fox Mudler found himself heading for Union Station, the key inside his raincoat pocket. Mulder hadn't spoken to Skinner since returning from Terma. He remembered when he walked into the hearings, minutes after Mulder himself walked in, Mulder wanted to stand up and openly embrace his lover, but found that he couldn't, there were too many things on his mind. What happened in the prison, and the key inside his coat pocket. Mulder knew Skinner had been worried, and when Skinner leaned over and asked if he was alright, Mulder just nodded and said that he and Scully had a lot of work to do.

"Krycek?" Skinner asked. "I don't know. Probably dead," Mulder responded.

As he made his way to the station, Mulder realized that Krycek gave him the key because he figured that he'd be dead either from the back breaking "mining" work, or from the tests. Goddamn Krycek for double crossing him again, Mulder shook his head, Poor bastard was probably dead.

Mulder walked inside the station and made his way toward the lockers. His eyes scanned every number, until he found the one he was looking for 1169, how appropriate, Mulder thought. Mulder put the key inside the lock and held his breath. Maybe Krycek gave him the wrong station, or maybe he meant Union Station in Philidalphia. The key turned and opened and Mulder pulled out a videotape, nothing was written on it, it was just a normal videotape.

Mulder placed it inside his jacket pocket and headed out the station. As he walked, he passed several garbage cans. He had an impulse to take the thing out of his pocket and throw it away, but found himself paralyzed every time he passed a garbage can. Before Mulder knew it, he was outside and heading home.

As soon as he got inside his apartment, he saw that he had two messages on his answering machine. The first was from Scully, who thanked him again for comming through at the hearings.

"You're welcome, Scully," Mulder said to himself, then he waited for the second message.

"Fox," it was Skinner's voice, "Please call me, I need to speak with you...You really gave me a scare...I'm glad you're safe."

Mulder took off his coat and threw it on the sofa. Then he turned on the television, placed the tape inside the VCR and held his breath.

The first thing Mulder saw was a bedroom, the camera must have been inside a bookcase or something, because it looked down onto the bed. He heard voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Then, Krycek walked into the room, he was talking to someone. Seconds later, Mulder saw who that someone was. Walter Skinner. Skinner looked as though he could have been drunk. He took Krycek's hand and pulled him close, crushing his mouth on Krycek's. Mulder looked away, feeling anger, but also shame, as he'd done the same thing to his former partner. Mulder sat on a chair, unable to move, as he watched the two men undress, Krycek lying face down on the bed, Skinner kissing the younger man's neck and back. Then, he saw Krycek hand Skinner a condom and some lubricant. Mulder rubbed his eyes, but looked up in time to see Skinner mount Krycek and begin to move in and out of him.

Mulder looked around the room for the remote control, where the fuck was it? He heard male sounds of passion and tried to put his hands over his ears to drown it out, but he kept hearing them. Finally, he spotted the remote control and slammed his finger on the "power" button. Mulder stared at the now blank screen and put his hands over his eyes. How could Skinner....with him...Krycek....Mulder felt the tears come and he raised his head. Shit how could *he* have done that...with Krycek...What the hell did the man have, some kind of strange magnetism? Mulder bit his lip in frustration, as he realized that he'd become very aroused by the tape. He had a small impulse to push the play button and continue watching.

Mulder looked at the clock, it was nine. He picked up the phone and frantically punched his lover's number.

"Yes," Skinner's voice said after three rings.

"It's me Walter...I need to see you..."

"Fox, are you alright..."

Mulder shut his eyes to stop the tears. "I need to see you, NOW!"

"Alright Fox, come over now." Skinner hung up the phone.

Mulder put his head in his hands and decided it was useless to try and stop the tears, so he let them flow. Goddamn, he knew it was too good to be true. Skinner was a man of the world, he'd known people, done things, he had a life. What the hell could have made him, Fox Mulder think that a man like that could be faithful to someone like him; "Spooky" Mulder, the laughingstock of the FBI, a man who thought his sister was abducted by aliens. Shit, Mulder bet Skinner and Krycek had a laugh about him.

When the tears finally stopped, Mulder rose and took the tape out the VCR. He put on his coat again and placed the tape inside, then took a deep breath and left his apartment.

Mulder strode inside the duplex, as soon as Skinner opened the door. Skinner tried to put his arms around his lover, but Mulder eluded his embrace. He took the videotape from his pocket and threw it on Skinner's sofa. Skinner looked at it, then looked up at Mulder in horror.

"You know what this is," Mulder said.

Skinner sighed. Slowly, he looked up at Mulder and nodded.

Mulder sat down heavily in an easy chair, he hadn't taken off his coat. He sighed heavily.

"Fox, I can explain..."

"Explain? What? Are you going to say that isn't you on the tape?"

"No, because that would be a lie. Fox...that happened....right after I came back from Seattle...after Frank and I...after I realized it was over between us. I was upset, I went into this dive, I had a few drinks and...."

"...And there he was, Alex Krycek. Walter...shit, Alex Krycek...He tried to kill you...he killed my father...Scully's sister....he's a liar and a killer...and you fucked him!"

Skinner took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I wish I could say that he drugged me or something, but that's not what happened...I don't know why it happened Fox, but..." Skinner's breathing had become ragged. "Jesus Fox, I was with Frank Black for five years...I never thought it would be over between us...I was upset and Krycek was there and....I lost all fucking control...but Fox, this was before you told me how you felt about me...before I realized what I felt about you. After it happened, I felt so ashamed...I got out of there fast." Walter shook his head. " I never wanted you to know, and then...he came here...and showed me the tape...said he wanted something...I was going to tell you about it...but then...you brought him over here...then you two left for Russia..."

Mulder chucled sadly. "Now I know why Krycek didn't want to come here...and why you punched him out and put him on the balcony..."

"I wanted to punish that little rat..."

Mulder put his hands over his eyes and again started to sob. "Krycek...goddamn Krycek...."

Skinner looked at his lover, then looked at the tape and frowned. "Mulder...how did you get...why do you have..."

Mulder took out a handkerckief from his jacket pocket, wiped his eyes and blew his nose. "He must've seen us together when he was on the balcony...when we were in that prison...he...he said some things about you...personal things..."

"What did you do Fox, beat the shit out of him to get it?"

Mulder looked at Skinner and realized that he too had a confession to make. "No..." Fox looked at the floor.

Skinner sighed. "Oh my God...he raped you..."

Mulder shook his head. "No...I fucked him...I fucked him so good he gave me the key to the locker where the tape was...as a reward..." He laughed out loud, a sad, broken laugh. "Here I am pissed at you for fucking Krycek and...I do the same thing...he made me so mad...I wanted to hurt him...but I only wound up hurting myself." When Mulder looked up at Skinner, he saw that the older man was looking away. He rose and threw his arms around his lover.

"Walter...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...You did it because you were hurt..." Mulder buried his head against Skinner's chest.

Slowly, Skinner raised his hand and gently stroked Mulder's hair. "So did you," he said.

The two men held each other for awhile; neither one mentioning how much they'd enjoyed their "adventure" with Alex Krycek, then Mulder slowly moved away. He didn't know if Skinner wanted him to stay after what he'd just told him.

"I think I better go."

Skinner grabbed Mulder's hand and looked into his hazel eyes. "Fox Mulder...I need to say something. I love you, very much. Please forgive me for what I did."

Mulder's mouth dropped open. "Forgive you? You didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who was unfaithful..."

Skinner shook his head. "It doesn't matter. But something does matter, Fox. This isn't a safe place, Krycek found me here, Cancer Man knows I live here, so..." He reached inside the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a key. Mulder held his breath, 'Jesus, not another locker,' he thought.

"What's that?" Mulder said.

"This is a key to a townhouse in Georgetown, the owner is Michael Evans...AKA Walter Skinner; where Mr. Evans entertains the love of his life, Fox Mulder, so it's appropriate for Mr. Mulder to have his own key. This is our place Fox, no Krycek, no cigeratte smoking man, no senators...just you and me...Will you take this key, Fox?"

Mulder stared at the key, stunned, so stunned he couldn't move. "This is what you wanted to talk to me about," he managed to say.

Skinner nodded. Mulder sighed and took the key out of the older man's hand. Skinner pulled Mulder in an embrace and the two men shared a warm kiss.

When they broke from their kiss, Mulder smiled at his lover. "I love you, Walter," he whispered, "thank you."

"Thank you Fox."

"For what?"

"For understanding."

Alex Krycek leaned back in the chair and stared out at the streets of St. Petersburg. He sighed heavily and was glad that Fox Mulder had the balls to retreive the tape. Well, he had the balls to get his ass back to the USA in one piece, but to get that tape took guts. Krycek was certain Mulder watched it, and, from what his sources told him, it hadn't put a damper on his relationship with Walter Skinner, in fact, the two men had quite a nice little love nest in Georgetown.

Krycek sighed. He wasn't the same man he was, when he and Mulder shared that prison cell in Tunguska, many things had changed. One thing that hadn't changed were Krycek's feelings for Skinner...and Mulder. Maybe, when the time was right, he'd come back to the good old USA, and maybe he'd pay a visit to the home of Mr. Michael Evans and his lovely companion; perhaps he could present them with the best bottle of Russian vodka he could find.

Krycek smiled and crossed his legs. Maybe, he'd get to be on top. The possibilities were endless.

THE END

Little Eva
12/29/96

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