Category:  Slash
Pairing:  Krycek/Spender
Rating:  NC-17
Disclaimer:  Don't own 'em.  Chris Carter does.
Spoilers: For "The End"
Archive:  Ferret Cage, okay. Nowhere else, thank you.

Summary:  A shortie for Drovar, who loves Das Ferret.

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PATRIARCHY
by DBKate, 1998
dbkate@yahoo.com
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Time had been so much kinder to him.

He'd filled out in the shoulders, even grown a bit taller, since I'd
seen him last.  He was still slim, skinny even, but without the
crooked bent of insecurity that had stooped him that much lower when
we'd first met.

His hair was still impossible. No amount of slicking or combing
could tame the wiry curls that he'd once shaken out over me after a
cold midnight shower -- just for a laugh.

He'd grown strong too.  Used to be an even match,  Jeff Spender and
I -- we could wrestle for hours before he'd finally give in.  He was
stubborn, but I was stronger.

Not so anymore it seemed.

"Hey, Jeff," I whispered, as his furious countenance loomed inches
above mine, and his thumbs danced over my windpipe.

"Krycek, you asshole.  You're not supposed to be..."

I smiled.  Breathless under the pressure of his hands, dizzy from
lack of air.  He'd jumped me, pinned me down on his desk without
thinking, and I hadn't been prepared for his rage.

Or the -interesting- feeling that was running down my spine again at
the smell of his cologne.  What was that he always used?  Chaps?
Lacoste?  Brut?  Cheap, but not unpleasant.  Rather sweet underneath
the prickly tang.

Just like him.

"Is this Mulder's desk?" I whispered, wriggling just enough to get
the stapler out from underneath my spine.

He blinked.  Took his hands away from my throat.  "Shit," he
murmured.  He went to the door and quietly shut it.  The lock turned
with a -snick.-

I saw his shoulder heave with a deep breath before he turned around.
His cheeks were flushed.

"All right, Krycek," he said.  Controlled tone. "Why are you here?"

I made a point of licking my lips, lingering on the bottom one that
he used love to tease between his teeth not that long ago.  Enjoyed
the flustered look I received.  "Just coming over to congratulate
you on your -- promotion.  Is it a promotion, Jeff?  Or did you
wreck Dad's car and this is his way of grounding you?"

He drew himself up stiffly.  "You know my father, Krycek?"

"What do you think?" I replied.  Another lick, another twitch.  God,
he was so easy, but judging from the ache of my cock, I was running
a close second.  For a second, I almost wanted him to start choking
me again.  Just for laughs.

He looked away. I watched his eyes dart around the office, so unsure
of all he surveyed.  "I don't know what to think.  I've read your
file, Alex.  I know what you've done."

Oh, we were up to "Alex" now.  That's always a good sign.  "You read
what they've told you," I said, knowing that all my very -best-
deeds, the bloodiest ones, would never be found in any folder that
he'd  get a hold of.  "But that's not the whole story, Jeff."

He shook his head.  Loosened his tie with a nervous gesture, and I
fought the urge to yank him forward by it and take it off very
slowly indeed before I fucked him senseless.

Maybe even strangle him with it when I was done.

"You can't be found here," he whispered, with a look of longing at
me -- at what I knew was burning in my eyes.  "I've just begun here.
This entire thing is riding on me and I can't..."

"Come here," I said. Sweetly. "I only came here to say hello to you,
Jeff."  I softened my expression.  Took a second or two, but I
pulled it off.  "I only want what's good for you, Jeff.  You know
that's what I always wanted, don't you?"

A sweet smile.  A whispered confession.  "You remember, don't you,
Jeff?  Just like old times."

For a second, the miserable downcast eyes, the slumped shoulders
appeared again. How strange. He looked so much like the ungainly,
dweebish kid I'd had those wrestling matches with, I swore felt the
heat between my legs go up another impossible notch.

I watched him slowly straighten up, and then, like a man...

He calmly walked to his own execution.

I rewarded him for his courage by taking his mouth beneath my own
and enjoying the heady feeling of his tongue scraping against my
own.  Tasted the combined flavor of coffee and cigarettes, but it
was nowhere near strong as it was in his father's mouth, which had
turned rude and acidic with age.

Reached between his legs with my good hand, and was happy to see
that he hadn't forgotten those nights in the Bureau gym, the storage
area, even that one night in the Sci-Crime lab itself, underneath
the computer tables, stifling his cries with both hands while riding
him hard.

I slid off from the desk, still holding onto him, pulling him along
with me, like a dog on its leash.  Grinned at the smoke and fire in
his eyes.  But he suddenly yanked away, turned me around and shoved
me forward, face down onto the desk, nearly choking me with the
force.

Felt him yank at my jeans, with both hands. Hard.

I tried to get up, to twist away, but like I said,  Time had been
kinder to him.  It had given him strength, purpose, and had let him
keep both of his arms.

Unlike me.

I felt his fingers at my opening, they were slick...  wet. Bit my
lip at his exploration.  Gasped when he stroked at just the right
spot -- the one that he knew very well.  

Heard him hiss in my ear.  "This is my office now, Krycek."

I nearly screamed at his entrance.  It was fast.  Brutal. With
hardly any preparation at all.

Well, well, well.

Like father, like son.

I'd sure had been -there- before.

He quickly fell into his rhythm, every stroke singing revenge.
"My... office.  Not. That. Fuck. Mulder's.  Mine," he ground out.

I groaned in spite of the pain.  Felt the heat race up my spine and
down my legs, making me hot and hard and horny even when he pulled
back out and slammed in again with a force that nearly knocked that
air out of me.

"That's right Jeff," I growled back.  "It's all yours now.  Mulder's
office, the Project -- even Dad's piece of..."

Felt his nails dig into my hips.  "Fuck you," he panted.  "Fuck,
fuck, fuck you, Alex Krycek."

"You bet," I replied, and bore down on him.  Hard.  Grabbed myself
with my one hand and made sure we came together.

Just like old times.

Heard him cry out, then moan, and I felt the warmth filled me,
slippery and hot.  Felt his head loll against my spine, but only for
a second. He straightened up quickly, his hands already fumbling
with his pants.  Heard the crackle of his zipper and my back
suddenly felt chilly.  Cold even.

I quickly ... clumsily, pulled my own pants up. Watched as he crept
into his office chair, reached into his drawer and pulled out a pack
of cigarettes.

Watched as he leaned back and lit one. Held it gingerly between his
thumb and forefinger, and he looked so much like Daddy, I didn't
know whether to laugh...

Or run.

"Don't come back," he said, taking a short draw and letting the
cloud of smoke frame his face with its gray, garish halo.  "Or I'll
kill you myself."

I smiled at him.  My very best smile.  "That's the first lesson
you'll learn, Jeff," I replied indifferently.  "That you'll never
have to kill anyone yourself. You'll have lots of people just
begging to do it for you."

Another drag.  Ashes shining bright red.  "Like you for instance,
Krycek?"

I nodded. Still grinning. "Like me, Jeffrey.  Or should I call you
Agent Spender now?"

A tap of the cigarette.  Ashes falling black.  "Pretty soon, I won't
have a name," he replied coldly.  "That's what they told me.  I
think I can live with that."

"I hope so," I replied.  I took a step backwards, deciding that
turning around would probably be a bad idea.  A very bad idea. "You
won't have a choice, Jeff.  Like I didn't."

For a second, he looked disturbed, but I watched as the flicker of
reason left his eyes, leaving behind two gray stones, cold as the
ashes that were littering what was left of Mulder's office.

A final drag taken before the flame was snuffed out directly onto
one of Mulder's old files. "Get out, Alex."

A command.  A warning.

"Sure. See you around, Jeff.  And watch that cigarette.  Don't want
to set the office on fire, now do we?" I whispered, blowing him a
small kiss, as I felt behind me for the door handle. 

With a quick twist of the knob I was gone.  Running.  Running back
to the older version of the man I'd just left behind.

Making sure to leave every comparison intact for Daddy's amusement.

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fini

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