6/9/99 Slip VIII- Author- Araxdelan (krycekluvsmulder@hotmail.com) Disclaimer- They're mine! Do you hear me, Chris? Mine! Rating- R Summary- Krycek and Mulder find themselves between a rock and a hard place. Notes- Thanks to Lone Gungirl for constant support, encouragement, and inspiration. And to Lissa, for making my heart soar, my cheeks blush, and my mind boggle. Also, I'd like to thank all of you who were kind enough to write me about this little story of mine. When I wrote parts one and two, I never really expected anyone but myself to read it. And now, here we are at part eight, and there are Slip fans! It fills my heart with joy. This is dedicated to all of you who wrote, especially Nikits. Slip 8 ^>^>^>^>^>^>^>^>^>^>^>^>^>^>^>^>^>^> I know that I said that the happiest moment in my life was this morning, sitting on the couch with Mulder. I was wrong. That was good, but it can't even *compare* to this. Mulder's beautiful lips on my cock, and then mine on his, the precious release we've been searching for with increasing intensity since this morning. And now, he's in my arms, curled up against the cold, willing to forget the world for just a few moments. Willing to forget the world for me. And it's so unfathomable to me. Our relationship, less than twenty-four hours ago, was one of two begrudging opponents. Enemies. They say that love and hate both spring from passion, and no one can deny that our relationship is full of intensity. I heave a sigh. This moment is too perfect, and it's making me philosophical. Or poetic. Something. But I don't want to be any of these things right now. I just want the peace of this moment to envelop me, to contain me to the point where nothing else exists besides Mulder, me, and the snow falling in front of the windows. There I go. Getting all poetical again. But I suppose it's not really a surprise. In my youth, as nearly all teenagers do, I wrote poetry. A lot of poetry. To the point where my English teacher thought I should pursue it professionally. I bet he'd be surprised to see me now. But, anyway, once I got recruited by The Consortium, I stopped writing. Never had the urge to do it, especially since a little part of me died each day that I worked for Them. The only thing that made me want to write again was Mulder. He's a poets dream, all sultry lips and bright eyes and angst. But I never did get around to writing about him, what with the alien war and all. And I don't think right now is the time to start. I pet at the top of his head, and swirl my fingers through his hair, all the while leaning my head on his shoulder, pressing sweet kisses on his cheek. Again and again, my lips touch his skin, retreat, lean forward and caress him again. Almost soundless. The only break in the silence is the occasional tiny smack of my lips as they pull back, or the brush of cloth as Mulder rubs my free arm. Mulder and I both jump up at the loud rapping on the car door, and then swing our heads towards the source. Standing outside the left window, staring at us, are Scully and Skinner. They look shocked. And pissed. I wonder how long they were standing out there. With the state both Mulder and I are in, it could have been awhile. Not during... not when we were having sex. Mulder would have seen them out the window. Besides, I don't think they would have watched. They probably would have left, or knocked on the window, or blown the car up, or something... But they've seen us cuddling, that's for sure. That thought makes me happy. The thought that I was cuddling with Mulder, not the thought that Scully and Skinner were watching us. Despite the fact that Mulder and I are now screwed, I'm still mighty happy. I have him, and even if Scully and Skinner want to shoot us both, it doesn't matter. They can't change the fact that he loves me. And *that* thought makes me want to smile. Or stick my tongue out at them. We've all been still, each person staring through their side of the window with a look of horror on their face. Mulder and I are frozen with shock and fear. My head is still on his shoulder, only now it's turned towards the window. And his hand is still on my arm. My left arm. I don't want him to take it off. I don't want to be glaring at two people who don't really like me. I want to turn back around, and keep kissing Mulder's face like nothing ever happened. I want Mulder to keep rubbing my arm. I wonder what they would do if I really did turn around and ignore them. I hide a mischievous smile. I wonder if Mulder would be mad. If he'd go along with it.... But I cut that thought off, as I feel Mulder squeeze at my arm. He's really terrified. He may have said that he didn't give a damn, but he really does. That was all just a big bluff to get them away from us, and him into my pants. And, if he needs them, then I won't do anything to risk their relationship. I reach over with my left hand, and unlock the car door. The whole time, Mulder's hand never leaves my arm. I slide us both over, making room for the others, and he still has a death grip on me. I pry his fingers loose, and then weave them through my own, before I look up at the two people who destroyed the gentle quiet of our solitude. Scully gives me a cold stare, before she slides in next to us. Her hair is full of snowflakes. I turn my attention towards Skinner, who hesitates before he slides in. The snow melts the moment it hits the bald skin of his head. I wonder if he's colder than most people in the winter. They say that you lose most of your body heat through the top of your head, and he doesn't even have any hair for insulation. We all manage to squeeze into the backseat. Well, Mulder's still in my lap, so the both of us are only taking up one place... Oops. Scully and Skinner can't be too happy about that. But it's too late now, and the only way we're all going to fit back here is if Mulder stays right where he is. Speaking of Mulder, he's still hanging onto my hand. Grabbing it so hard it hurts. Especially considering the fact that it's brand new. I feel him shiver a bit, and I realize that Skinner still hasn't shut the door. As I pull the blanket that I had found under the seat tighter around Mulder, I say, "Shut the fucking door." And then Skinner looks at me like *I'm* the bastard. We're not all wearing coats here, you jackass! With the door closed, the wind no longer whips cold air into the car, and the temperature rises a bit. But now I'm thinking that maybe it wasn't such a good idea, shutting the door, because the scent of sex in the car is now much more noticeable. Sex, and the leather of my jacket. Shit. No one speaks. It's going to be a showdown, and, no matter what the outcome, no one's going to win. I grip Mulder's hand just as hard as he grips mine. He feels this, and manages to turn around, and look at me. I don't know what he sees in my eyes, but something changes in his. The look of fear is replaced with something different. He brings our entwined hands up to his lips, and I can barely breathe as he kisses the top of mine. What the fuck is he doing? Still holding our hands near his mouth, he looks over towards Skinner and Scully, and says, "I love him." Sweet mother of.... did he? Did he just say it? I mean, I know he's said it to me, but he just told *them*! I feel light-headed, like I might pass out. And a bit watery eyed. I won't cry in front of them. I won't.... I don't know if I can hold back....when did I become such a crybaby? He's facing me again, his head close to mine, our clasped hands between us. He begins to lean forward, and I follow... "Mulder what are you saying? What has he done to you? Maybe he's drugging.." she says, and we ignore her and touch, lip to lip, in a soft sigh of a kiss. Once again, there's nothing but us. Not even any snow this time. And then Scully yanks my head back and away from Mulder. Mulder and I both cry out, and I see a flash of anger in his eyes. My heart aches, and I just want him to touch me again. Mulder's still in my lap, sitting on one of my thighs, facing me, and, as much as I bet Scully wants him off of me, there's no place else for him to go. And we're still holding hands. Which is something that doesn't get past her. "Let go of him!" she growls, and I'm not sure if she's speaking to one or both of us. But I don't think it really matters, because neither of us is letting go. Mulder turns towards her, sitting completely sideways on me, his back against the window, his legs between mine underneath the blanket. "*Scully*..." he says, warningly. "Don't you '*Scully*...' me!!!" "I thought we came to an agreement this morning!" "Yeah, well that's before I knew you were... you were... *fucking* him!!!" "It wasn't '*fucking*'. It was making love!" Uh-oh. "Have you gone completely *insane*?" she asks him. "No." he replies, "*You're* the one who's crazy. You have no business commenting on my relationships." "I have all the right to 'comment on your relationships.." she mimics, nastily. "...if your 'relationship' is a possible danger to me. Or, to you, for that matter. "Besides, I'm your best friend, I'm supposed to steer you clear of danger." "I'm beginning to doubt that you really are my friend. If you really cared for me, I'd think you'd trust my judgment, and wish for my happiness." "That's what I can't understand, Mulder... how can this possibly make you happy? Is the sex *really* that good?" He sighs. "This isn't about the sex, Scully. We've only been together once. This is about something much deeper. This was *meant* to be." "Then maybe you aren't the man I thought you were." "What do you want from me, Scully? For once in my miserable life I have a chance at happiness, *and* an opportunity to find answers, and you're trying to deny that from me." "I'm not trying to deny you anything, Mulder. I'm just worried about you, that's..." "Well *don't* be worried!" "How can I not be worried? Look who you're with!" "Fuck it, Scully! How many times do I have to say it?! I *love* him! He's a good man! I want you to accept that. I want you to accept *us*. There isn't just me anymore." "I don't think I can live with that, Mulder." "So, this is it?" "I'm not going to quit being your partner, Mulder, and I'm not going to stop fighting in this... this... war... but I don't know if I can continue being your friend." I sigh. She's really that clueless, isn't she. "Scully," I say, and she turns to glare at me. "Scully, what you and Mulder have is special," Mulder interrupts me, "What *you* and I have is special..." I smile inwardly, but continue on. "You're his best friend, you've supported him for years. I can't come between that. I *won't* come between that." "Too late." she says, with a sarcastic lilt to her voice. "*Scully*..." "You shut up. The only way you can stop this is to leave." I look at her disbelievingly. "Are you really *that* selfish?" "HA! *I'm* the selfish one? You're the one who's ruining his life. And why? Is this how you get your rocks off? By wrecking the lives of the innocent?" I hold back the urge to snort. Mulder. Innocent. What a joke. But, she does have a point. I *am* making his life more difficult. And that's the last thing I want to do. Mulder has enough troubles. But, the question is, if I leave now, will it make things better or worse for him? He's repeatedly said that he loves me, and my leaving could destroy him. But, then again, my staying will end his relationship with Scully, and *that* could also destroy him. I turn, take his face in my hands, and look into his eyes. "I... I love you very much, but I don't want to be a wedge between you and Scully. If you ask me to leave now, I will. And then everything can go back to the way it was." His expression shifts; he looks upset. "I don't *want* things to be the way they were. I *hated* the way things were. I have hope now. I don't want to lose that. I don't want to lose you." I smile gently at him, and lean in to kiss his forehead. "So, this is your decision? You chose *him* over me?" Scully asks him, angrily. He shoots her a look, over my shoulder. "I'm not choosing anybody. I *couldn't* chose." "Well, you're sitting there, being all... *affectionate* with him. It's obvious to me that you don't value our friendship the way you value him." He sighs, and I rub a hand across his back. I realize how hard this must be for him. "Scully, I said I didn't want to chose, but if you're going to be a bitch about it..." "Mulder..." "No Scully. This isn't up for discussion, this isn't up for debate. Krycek and I are a couple." Oh. Oh, yes. A *couple*. "The ball's in your court Scully. Me and Krycek are together. Whether or not or friendship continues is up to you." This is bad. "You can't give her up for me, Mulder. You'll be miserable." I say. "I don't care." "It'll make things tense between us." "If I don't, there'll be *no* us." Now it's my turn to sigh. I may have been through a lot in my life, but this is too much. Fuck Scully, fuck Skinner. I lean forward, and bury my face in Mulder's neck. I can smell his sweat and skin, and I block everything else out. He sits his head on top of mine, and we wrap our arms around one and other. "Fine Mulder, I can see what your choice is." I hear her say, from behind me. Skinner chooses this moment to finally speak up. "Agent Mulder, are you sure this is the path you want to take?" He asks, quietly and forcefully. There's a moment of quiet, and then Mulder kisses my forehead, and responds. "Yes sir. I'm sure." He holds me a bit tighter. Skinner exhales loudly, and, as he speaks, I can clearly hear the frustration in his voice. "Fine. I accept that decision. I'm not happy about it, and probably never will be, but it's your life, and there's nothing I can do about it." "But.. but.. Krycek is a criminal!" Scully sputters out. "Technically, he's not. He's wanted for questioning in several crimes, but I doubt we'd ever get enough evidence to convict him. Except in the case of my own beating, but, for the sake of this 'truce', I'm willing to overlook that. I understand that we have a very important job to do, and I'm not willing to risk it." Good. "Thank you. And I... um.. apologize for the beating." His only reply is a grunt. I'm not sure if it's a good sign or a bad sign. "So that's it?" Scully asks, angrily. "Mulder and Krycek get together, and what happens? We yell for awhile, and then everything goes on as normal?" "From what you've been saying, I doubt things will be even remotely the same, Scully." Mulder tells her. "I... I don't want to lose you, Mulder." she says, her voice cracking. "I don't want to lose you either Scully, but it's up to you. If you can't accept this, tough shit. But I do wish you'd take some time to think about it. Wait a few days, see how things go." I think she's crying now. She sniffs, before she replies. "I'm still very upset, Mulder. I feel... betrayed. But, it's only fair that I wait a few days. Maybe you'll come to your senses by then." Mulder snorts in disbelief. She turns away from us, and begins speaking rapidly and tearily to Skinner. "This is so fucked up. I wish we never went looking for him. Maybe it just would have been better not knowing at all. Of all the streets we could have taken back from his apartment, we had to take this one.... " Wait a minute... back from his apartment? I pull away from Mulder, just a bit. "You went looking for Mulder at his apartment?!" Scully just glares at me, but Skinner responds. "We needed to talk to you, so we went over to Mulder's. When we didn't find you two there, we drove off, in this direction. As we drove by Scully noticed Mulder's car parked in this lot, so we..." I stop listening, and Mulder stiffens in my arms. "Shit..." he whispers. This gets Scully's attention. "What?" she asks. "There were men surveilling my apartment." Mulder says, quietly. "That's why we weren't there. We saw them outside, never even stopped the car, just kept on driving. You guys went upstairs?" "Yes." Scully responds, just as quietly. Skinner cranes his neck, and peers through the window behind him. "I don't see anybody..." he says. "Yeah," I reply, "But that doesn't mean that they aren't there. They might just be waiting for us to finish up our 'meeting', and plan on ambushing us once we get out of the car. Or maybe they want to tail us some more, I don't know." "So," my beloved asks, "What do we do?" "Get the fuck out of here." He nods at me, and goes to climb into the front seat. Shit, I almost forgot! I pull him back into my lap, right as the blanket is about to fall off. He bends his neck backwards, and shoots a questioning look up at me. I reach down, tuck him in, and zip up his pants. "Oh." he says, blushing. "Thanks." I smile, and lean down to give him a quick kiss. I then help him off my lap, and I lead him into the passenger seat. Thankfully, he doesn't question the fact that I'm going to be driving. As I climb into the drivers seat, I manage to sneak a glance of Scully and Skinner, and, instead of looking angry or outraged at the fact that I just zipped up Mulder's pants, they look horribly embarrassed. And they're blushing even more furiously than Mulder is. As I settle myself behind the steering wheel and realize that I left my shoes in the back seat, a black sedan with tinted windows pulls out from behind the abandoned building that occupies this lot. There they are. Bastards! Can't *anyone* fucking leave Mulder and me alone?! I mean, all we fucking want is a few moments of peace and happiness. Well, more than a few. An hour or two would be good. I sigh, as I start the car up, and swing out of the lot, pressing heavily on the gas. "Where are we going?" Skinner asks. Good question. There's a couple of options, but only one that will please everyone. "I got a little place where we'll be safe for awhile." I tell him. "Why should we go anywhere with *him*?" Scully asks Skinner. I let them argue it out. I speed down the street, and make a sudden right turn, hoping to throw the tail off. I fly down to the end of the block, and make another quick right, hearing tires squealing down at the other end. We're back on the street we we're originally on, and I make a left, hoping I lost them for good. As I cautiously slow down, I can hear sounds of arguing emanating from the backseat. It's going to be a long day. Shit! It's *already* been a long day! I'm ready to collapse into bed (next to Mulder, of course), and it's only... four-thirty. I heave a big sigh. And then I feel a hand stroking my upper thigh. I jump a little, and then look over at Mulder. He has a mischievous grin on his face, and the two in the back are too absorbed in their discussion to notice where Mulder's hand is. I smile over at him, and he smiles right back, a twinkle in his eye, as he continues to play with my thigh. Maybe Scully and Skinner will be getting a peep show after all... <^<^<^< The End <^<^<^< To be continued in Slip IX