A Mulder/Krycek Fight Club Story The Pact by Mulderslady DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to me, wish they did. They definitely would have done this by now if I did. RATING:NC-17 CLASSIFICATION: SLASH, Violence galore KEYWORDS:BD, Slash SPOILERS: none URL: www.geocities.com/~mulderslady/extreme1.html FEEDBACK: Please!!! at damacia@home.com ARCHIVE: Oh yeah, anywhere!! SUMMARY: Mulder receives a letter from Krycek. 6:30 p.m. 55th street and Broad Street Richmond, VA Be there. K Mulder crumpled the note and threw it in the wastebasket. It had been weeks since there last fight. They excited and aroused Mulder like nothing else. Not even Scully could do it for him like a good fight and fuck with Alex Krycek. He booked the next flight to VA and drove down to the airport. 55 and Broad He knew he'd be there. He always was. It was like a drug, he was addicted to him. Fox Mulder, of all the people, paranoid, Schizo, Fox Mulder was game. He knew what he liked, hard and punishing, then the winner takes all. Last time Mulder won, he was unmerciless, the blood dripping from his mouth, caressing his back as Mulder slammed into him again and again, triumphant. Losing had never been so sweet. He caught his scent before he saw him, his black leather jacket zipped up. They stood and regarded each other, the desire and want thick around them. "Nice, abandoned Bakery. Same Rules?" "Yep, Loser picks next place. Winner takes all." They walked into the building and barricaded the door. They removed their jackets and weapons. They stared at each other intensely then Mulder charged him. He caught Krycek by the waist and brought him down to the ground and started beating his face in. Krycek bucked him off, punched him hard in the stomach and brought his combined fists down on his neck. Mulder collapsed on the ground, Krycek grabbed him by his hair and brought his face up to look at him. Mulder punched Krycek hard in the groin and head-butted him when he pitched forward. "Eat that, you cocksucker." Mulder said as he started to kick him hard in the ribs till blood foamed at Krycek's mouth. "Give up Krycek." Mulder growled viciously. Krycek spat blood at Mulder "Never." He grabbed Mulder's leg and twisted it quickly, knocking him off balance. Mulder crashed against a conveyor belt, scratching his face. "Shit!" Krycek grabbed Mulder by his hair again and slammed his head repeatedly against the concrete floor. In desperation, Mulder twisted his head slightly and sunk his teeth into Krycek's wrist. Krycek cursed and let go of Mulder's hair, reeling in pain. Mulder charged him again only to get six inches of lead pipe in the face, which sprawled him on the floor. Krycek grabbed him by the hair again and threw him against a conveyor belt. He punched him repeatedly in the back, Mulder shrieked in pain. I'll be passing blood for days, he thought as Krycek placed another well aimed blow to his kidney. Mulder slumped against the conveyor belt defeated. Krycek grunted with victory and unzipped his pants quickly. It was painful but so desperately arousing, if he had hit him again, he would have come in his pants. He was already painfully erect as he unzipped Mulder's pants and pushed down his boxers. He leaned him across the conveyor belt and spread his legs apart. He reached around Mulder and started to stroke his cock hard. Mulder groaned with pleasure. "Like that don't ya? You slut. Chew on this Mulder." Krycek said as he pushed his cock fully into this rectum. Mulder cried out with a mix of pain and pleasure. Krycek loved fucking Mulder, he was always so tight like he was fighting him. "You're still fighting me Mulder? Good I like it when you fight." Krycek said as he thrust into him fast and hard. Just the sounds of skin slapping skin, the hard pants of Krycek and the soft whimpers and curses of Mulder filled the building. Krycek stroked, squeezed and pulled Mulder's cock at the same breakneck speed he thrust into him. Mulder's breaths soon became ragged as his climax started. Both men came in a rush and collapsed in a mass of bloody flesh. Krycek picked up Mulder's head by his hair again and slammed it down on the conveyor belt. "Your turn to pick a place, Loser." 2 weeks later Mulder rolled out of bed and looked around, she was gone finally. Scully could be such a bother when he was injured. He picked up his cellphone and pressed his number. "Tomorrow, 3 am the corner of forest and main street. Des Moines, Iowa" Krycek smiled as he wrote it down and hung up. He heard the determination in Mulder's voice, this time he wasn't going to lose.