From clsw@erols.com Tue Dec 17 07:07:07 1996
*still hasn't shone up on the ng after 8 hours so here it is again*

Standard disclaimer: I don't own the characters, CC and Co., 1013, FOX
Broadcasting, etc. do, so any money you may feel compelled to send to
*me* having enjoyed this story, (HA!) please send directly to them.

This is a very short post-Tunguska story that was written before Terma
aired and obviously does not take any of the (horrible, thanks CC)
events of Terma into account. I wrote this because of the obvious
interest in M/K slash that has been expressed quite comically and quite
enthusiastically on ATX over the last few weeks. Bon appetit ladies,
(and gents).

M/K slash, NC-17, no Puritans or minors please. This story depicts
mildly nonconsensual sex between two men and is very sexually graphic.
As you can see, in the beginning, the description of the jail cell is
quite a bit different from the one depicted in the show.  But then again
I thought the set designers really went over the top with that one, damn
place reminded me of what the Bastille must of looked like on the eve of
the French Revolution! Note also; I promptly kill off that pesky
Solzhenitsyn-type from the next cell who would *dare* to come between
our moose and rat. 

Summary:  Post-Tunguska, pre-Terma. Mulder is forced to rely upon Krycek
to survive in the gulag.

**********
Alternate Ending to Tunguska

By cathy lee

part 1 of 2.


"Mulder, its all right, I'm here." 

A gentle hand lay on his forehead as the low whisper continued close to
his ear.  

"Wake up Mulder, you're going to be okay." 

Ahh, how many times had he regained consciousness to those sweet words?
Before his brain was even registered that something was very different
this time, he began to stir and a sweet comforted smile came over his
face. But when he opened his eyes, he beheld filthy plaster, broken and
falling from a low unlit ceiling, a ceiling mostly covered by huge
mosquitoes.

"Where the hell am I, what the hell is going on?"  He was actually
starting to remember, his beloved partner, Scully, was not there, nor
was this a cushy Northern Virginia hospital. Instead there was Alex
Krycek, his sworn enemy, knelling beside a lousy and broken-down cot. 
He was in Western Siberia in some type of a prison and he'd been
experimented on. Vaguely he remembered the epideral roughly administered
by several Joseph Mengele types who had burst into the cell... he didn't
know how long ago, could've been hours, could've been days, even weeks.
And even thought he was covered by a few filthy institutional blankets,
he was now apparently naked.  He felt like he'd been beaten, the normal
vitality was completely drained from his limbs.

Without removing the hand from his forehead, Alex continued gently
explaining the situation. "You've been out for almost two days.  They
threw you back in here, naked, yesterday morning and you've been
sleeping ever since."

He tried lifting his right arm to belt the man in the face but somehow
the muscles refused to cooperate, but at least he was able to knock away
the offending hand from his face. Besides, he vaguely remembered, he
needed to rely on him if he was ever going to get out of Russia alive. 

"I need some water."

His cell mate held up a bowel of fresh, clear liquid, unlike the
pestilent swill he'd last been given. It tasted like gold going down his
throat.  He gazed thankfully at Alex.

"You've been experimented on, I think...," he hesitated, "I think they
burned you. You don't have any hair on the lower part of your legs and
large portions of your toenails are missing and they're scorched."

"I don't feel any burns."  Suddenly he was seized with an irrational
panic, what if they'd burned him so badly that all of the nerve endings
in his skin were annihilated?  With a sudden jerk he ripped the blankets
away from his legs and was surprised to see normal whitish skin, pinkish
in areas, but entirely hairless from the middle of the thigh down.
Blackened areas were clearly visible on his toenails however.  

"But I'm not burned at all, how could this be?"

"I think our Russian hosts have discovered something that will make a
person immune to fire. But not just fire Mulder, immune to *everything*,
suffocation, starvation, exhaustion, poison, radiation, even aging."

Mulder looked at his cell mate as if he was out of his mind but he felt
so weakened he could barely continue to ask the questions that were
overtaking him. He weakly collapsed back onto the filthy cot. 

"You need to eat Mulder, there's some sausages and bread over on the
table, they're not hot anymore but they are good. Drink as much water as
you need. I'm going to try to get you some more clothes tonight."

Suddenly a clicking noise on the cell door alerted him to the entry of
the guards but even after a few seconds no one came in. He noticed that
Alex was grimly regarding the door. 

"Its unlocked, ...isn't it?"

Alex assumed a rapid whisper. "I have to go now, I'll be back in about
an hour. Eat and drink as much as you can as you can and try to go back
to sleep. You need to get your strength back up as quickly as possible."
He arose and exited of the surprisingly unlocked cell door without even
looking back at Mulder. He quietly closed the door behind himself and
re-engaged the large unseen dead bold from the outside of the cell.

Eventually Mulder sat up and pulled the plate of sausages and bread over
to himself from the rough wooden table between the cots.  His brain was
pounding from one side of his skull to the other. It was ten times worse
than any hangover he'd ever experienced, but he was still ravenous. He
grabbed the black bread off of the plate and began shoving it into his
mouth followed by large bites of cold greasy deermeat sausage. Normally
he would never have considered touching food like this but he knew that
the alternative was starvation. He considered the roachy thin soup they
had been given the first day. This was an Epicurean feast compared with
that inedible slop. My God there was even an orange on the table. They'd
been given oranges!! He would never have imagined it after the first
day. Maybe Alex had been able to work something out with the supervisor
since they were Americans.  Maybe Alex had told them that they were
traveling on a diplomatic visas.... 

Despite almost two solid days of it, Mulder found himself succumbing
once again to an irresistible sleepiness. After having eaten his fill he
lay back down on the cot and briefly counted the gigantic mosquitoes on
the ceiling before his heavy lids feel close. 

When Mulder came to again, it was pitch dark outside. Krycek was back in
the cell sitting on the side of the cot with his face buried in his
hands. With his returning strength Mulder pulled himself up and surveyed
his surroundings. The institutional florescent overhead shown down on
the filthy and pealing linoleum tile floor. The walls were covered with
graffiti and smashed bugs. Their thin mattresses and blankets were
covered with urine stains, and in the corner sat a foul toilet and a
totally rusted cold water sink. Alex had Mulder's clothing lain across
his cot, except for his pants which were substituted by gray drawstring
prison trousers. 

"I got your clothes back Mulder, except for your jeans, I don't know
what happened to them but they gave me some others instead. I think they
belong to that guy who died yesterday." Without even looking up Krycek
tossed the pile of clothing over to the other cot. 

"What guy?"

"The one in the next cell, he slit his wrists with a homemade knife
yesterday. Also I found out we're going into the mines tomorrow. they're
actually not mines though, we're picking up rocks along the river.  I
guess you can imagine what that's all about. The same kind of rocks
Charlie Brown got in his trick-or-treat bag."

"They're not dangerous, are they?"

"I think they're the most dangerous thing in the world. What we have to
do is to be able to identify them and then avoid them at all costs.
We'll pick up every other rock by that river except for those black
meteor fragments."

"What's going on Alex, I thought you were going to talk to the
supervisor."  

Alex looked up briefly and resumed staring at the floor. He sounded
exasperated. "I did Mulder, but I wasn't able to convince him to let us
go.  I was beaten and thrown back in here while you were gone.  They
know we're Americans but I think they have no intention of letting us go
after what we've seen.  We'll probably be murdered. They'll blame our
deaths on criminals, it wouldn't be the first time. That's why I've
decided that we have to escape. I'm already working on a plan. Within
two days we'll be out of here.  Neither of us can survive too much
experimentation."

"But I thought you said they had a cure or an immunity to just about
everything.  My God, they burned my legs but I wasn't burned."

"Yeah, but every time it goes out of you, you lose more and more of your
ability to sustain life on your own.  You can only survive three or four
evacuations, ...then your dead." 

Mulder resumed talking with a low whisper. "What are you talking about
Krycek?"

"They call it the black cancer." Alex shrugged his shoulders, "I dunno,
...I think I've been infected with it myself before, I don't really
remember but I do remember black oil.  My memory of the infection is
completely irraticated.  I woke up locked in a missile silo somewhere in
North-fucking-Dakota." Suddenly the lights went off and they were thrown
into almost total blackness.

"Tell me more about your plan to escape. Are we going to make a run for
it from the river tomorrow?"

"I don't know if we'll be able to, they keep everyone shackled at the
ankles. I was out there earlier today. I couldn't really figure out
which way to go. They kept turning us around to keep us disoriented."
Krycek lay down on the cot and pulled his thin blanket around his
shoulders.  "I don't want to talk about it now. I need to sleep,
...tomorrow." 

Mulder lay back down and for the first time, realized that the cell was
very cold. He fumbled in the darkness for his clothing and pulled it on
without ever getting out from under the blankets. Since there was
absolutely no heat in the cell, he pulled his body up into the fetal
position for warmth. Soon the weather would be changing to definite cold
and he and Krycek would have to lay together simply in order to
survive.  The idea turned his stomach.

The next morning they were awakened by the clanging of two tins of food
sliding under the cell door. Alex ran over and took a look at it. It was
the same inedible slop they had been offered daily for almost a week,
smelling like grease and partially rotted potatoes.  Alex dumped both
bowls of the crap into the toilet since there was still enough sausages
and bread to fill them up for that morning and Alex promised he would
get more later.  

"I know who to talk to, I'm sure they gave us this shit by mistake."

"I hope so, I don't care what you have to do, but I can't eat that
crap." 

Alex let out a quiet sarcastic laugh. "You never have known what its
like to fight for your very survival, have you Mulder?"

The nerve of that shit, to suggest he'd had it easy. "Of course I have,
I've had people out to kill me before, I've been beaten, I've had
members of my own family kidnapped and killed..." Suddenly his voice was
paralyzed by hatred when he realized exactly who he was talking to, the
very man he believed had killed his father.    

For the rest of the day they didn't speak. They were chained at the
ankles four men apart in a line of about fifteen men. They spent the day
walking back and forth along a section of river bank. By shouting at the
top of his voice in Russian, a heavily armed guard with a whip tried to
explain to him exactly what to look for. Mulder glanced over to Krycek
for a translation but Krycek was deliberately looking away.  Mulder
tried to indicate that he didn't understand and was answered by two
harsh whip cracks against his back. The prisoner next to him felt sorry
for him and held out a black rock in an attempt to explain what to do.
It was obviously a large black meteorite, the type of which lay
scattered about the river bank, similar to the rock he and Scully had
intercepted at Dulles International. 

Many of the prisoners on the chain gang ignored the rocks as they past
them, others picked them up. He looked over at Alex. Alex held a rock,
but obviously it wasn't one of the meteorites. He observed Alex setting
it down and then picking it up again over and over throughout the day. 
Occasionally the prisoners would be filed past a large metal gurney to
deposit their rocks but Alex never let go of his. The guard obviously
saw this but ignored him. Out of fear of getting whipped again, Mulder
picked up the black rocks. Often prisoners who were able to reach them
would pass them over for him to hold until they once again filed past
the gurney. Nobody seemed to have much enthusiasm or energy for the
work, not even the guards. They seemed much more interested in racing
their horses up and down the river embankment or occasionally stopping
to whip or scream at a prisoner.  During the later part of the day,
Mulder was on the unfortunate position in the chained line to be dragged
through almost two feet of cold standing water. After about forty
minutes he was shivering uncontrollably and was hardly able to move his
feet or pick up a rock. He almost cried with relief when the line of
prisoners was pulled away from the river and forced to push the laden
gurneys up the embankment and onto a small rail line that lead to a set
of building adjacent to the prison. 

The routine continues for several days. They worked picking up rocks,
Krycek only pretending to work however. After the first day both
Americans were chained side-by-side. They were able to converse quietly
together in English. But Mulder never asked him anymore about the rocks,
the black cancer or the experiments. He figured they had been gone close
to a week, something had to be happening, Scully knew about his contact
at the UN, she'd be able to tell him where he'd gone. They were bound to
be rescued before they were murdered. 

There'd been an odd incident in the showers two days after he'd
recovered from the experiments. As usual the chain gang had been
unlocked and herded into a large shower room for their five minute
lukewarm shower. Something was going on, he couldn't tell exactly what,
but there was a commotion between two men at the end of the room.

"Stay close to me Mulder," Krycek muttered quietly. A man was walking up
to them with a threatening manner.  As he approached he let out a stream
of angry Russian which Mulder could only guess the meaning of given the
man's gesture's and tones.  Alex quickly answered him back angrily and
moved in between his former partner and the other man. They argued for
several minutes, the other man occasionally glanced around at Mulder
sheepishly rinsing before the entire water system was shut off with a
loud clank shaking the entire antiquated plumbing system. 

Eventually the man moved away, he seemed to be issuing more threats. As
soon as he was out of hearing range Mulder nervously asked, "Don't tell
me, you told him I was your bitch?"

"Well actually Mulder, that's exactly what I told him. He's mad because
he thinks that neither of us were doing enough work on the line. One of
us would have to pay for it by doing some other kind of work, and he
decided it would be you." An angry bitterness entered his voice, "I told
him you were with me and if he ever came near you I would kill him."  

He shuttered at the thought. But before he allowed himself to be
thankful he wondered if perhaps Krycek was lying to make him more
dependent upon him. Afterwards the men filed into a small dressing area
to retrieve their clothes and then were led back in pairs to their
cells. Krycek didn't speak to him again until they were back.

"We've got to get out of here Mulder. It's only going to get worse. I
have some friends here in Russia, but I can't get in touch with them
until we get out of here."

Mulder's ears perked up at this last remark, probably former business
associates from his information peddling days, people in the government
perhaps.

"If I could only convince the guards to let me use the phone I could
call them and get us out."

What in the hell did Krycek have going on with the guards? Mulder
wondered. He obviously was getting extra favors, better food, lighter
work, and, except for the first day, neither of them had been subjected
to experiments.  At first he's assumed it was because they were
Americans, but then Krycek'd said that they would in all likelihood be
*murdered* because they were Americans. Every evening at around ten the
door was unlocked and Krycek left for about an hour. Something was going
on.  With his heightened sense of paranoia he couldn't help but imagine
that they were plotting against him.

Later that evening, as they were lying in their cots waiting for the
lights to go down Mulder broached the subject. "Where exactly have you
been going every night Krycek? When the door is unlocked?"

The other man laughed and rolled his eyes, "Where do you think Mulder?
Why do you think the guards have been so bearably restrained with us? 
Why do you think we have better food than any of the other inmates,
we've been spared the experiments?  We're still fucking alive?"

"Cause we're Americans, I guess."

"Wrong fucker, I have a working relationship with two of the guards. I
do favors for them, and they do favors for me. ...I told you I would do
whatever it takes to stay alive, why I'm protecting you too is a
complete mystery to me. I sure as hell don't need your diplomatic visa
ass to get out of this country."

Mulder stared back at him incredulously. Surely what Krycek was
suggesting couldn't be true.

"Don't open any doors you're not prepared to go through Mulder." Just
then the cell door clicked unlocked and Krycek prepared to exit. "Goin'
to work, ...see ya, man."

After Krycek left Mulder lay on his cot and considered what the other
man was suggesting. It really bothered him, that his cell mate was with
the guards, and he couldn't stand to think about what they might be
doing.  He'd actually become very possessive of Alex and absolutely
reliant upon him over the few days they had been in prison together. He
felt so alone in this place where hardly anyone else spoke his
language,  and he needed Alex to be near him constantly. At that very
moment, more than anything else in the world, that was exactly what he
wanted, more than even returning to the United States and back to
Scully, more than pursuing his constant search for the damn truth, more
than anything.  He turned on his side and lay awake, listening for the
creak of the door signaling his cell mate's return.


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end of part 1.

From clsw@erols.com Tue Dec 17 07:15:07 1996
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 
Standard disclaimer: I don't own the characters, CC and Co., 1013, FOX
Broadcasting, etc. do, so any money you may feel compelled to send to
*me* having enjoyed this story, (HA!) please send directly to them.


M/K slash, NC-17, no Puritans or minors please. This story depicts
mildly nonconsensual sex between two men and is very sexually graphic. 

**********
Alternate Ending to Tunguska

part 2 of 2.

By cathy lee


The night of their escape he waited fifteen minutes behind the unlocked
door just as Krycek had instructed. Then he quietly pushed the heavy
door open and glance down the bleak and empty prison corridor. His
pockets were full of the bread they had been hoarding over the last few
days in preparation of their flight. Alex's last act in the cell had
been to load up Mulder's pockets with the stuff while had stood still
with his arms extended.  It was a gesture that bespoke the strange kind
of affection that had developed between the two men over the few days
they had been locked up together, an unusual affection that was
nevertheless built around an underlying hatred and mistrust.

He tiptoed down the hall and stopped outside the guards' room and
waiting for Alex. He looked around for cover in case anyone else should
appear, but there was absolutely nothing so he crouched down in the
shadows as quietly as he could. Suddenly Alex emerged from the guards'
room with a quirky grin on his face, making little effort to be quiet or
to stay covered. "Its all right Mulder, I've been all over this building
every night for the last five nights. There's nobody here. The only
other guards this time of night are outside." Krycek pulled a map of the
prison complex out of his pocket and pointed to the guard posts. Mulder
was completely astounded at his resourcefulness. 

"And as slack as this place is run, those guards probably wouldn't even
be at these posts. In case you haven't noticed, they use starvation,
exhaustion and torture to keep the prisoners in line around here, ...not
security."

"Aren't we locked in?"

Krycek answered him by pulling out a full ring of keys and dangling them
in his face, from the pocket of the jacket which he recognized as
belonging to one of the guards.
 
"Guess not, ...that's the guard's jacket, isn't it?" Mulder whispered.

"He gave it to me since I did something *especially* nice for him
tonight."

He didn't want to know anymore. He shut up and followed Alex down an
unfamiliar corridor to a set of double wooden doors behind a filthy
industrial kitchen.  Once they were outside they carefully picked their
way across the compound.  Their escape became more urgent when suddenly,
from all around, what seemed like twenty guard dogs broke into a
cacophony.

They ran and ran and the barking grew fainter as they distanced
themselves from the prison. Somehow in the middle of the night they were
able to find the location of the wire that they had dug underneath over
a week earlier and throughout the night the picked their way through the
woods back to the road where the truck driver had originally let them
off. Mulder was amazed by Krycek's ability to navigate in the darkness.
Even though he hated Alex, he once again found himself thankful for his
presence.  

They walked along the road for several hours while the sun was coming
up. By this time they would be noticed missing from the camp and guards
would be searching for them so they avoided the vehicles on the road at
all costs. When cars and trucks passed they hid in the woods and
continued walking only when no one was in sight.  Later in the afternoon
they came upon a small cluster abandoned cabins. By the look of the
disrepair, Mulder figured it had probably been housing for some type of
mining or agricultural project earlier in the century.  By the side of
the camp there was a clear stream from which to drink. After having
their fill from the stream they took shelter in one of the cabins and
ate the now stale bread that Krycek had earlier loaded in Mulder's
pockets. 

"Maybe we should sleep here for the night Mulder?" 

He didn't answer back, he didn't like the idea of stopping at all, not
until he got to a phone and was able to call the American consulate in
St. Petersburg. But then again, they had been walking for over sixteen
hours and they'd been awake for nearly thirty. He couldn't go on any
longer. Once he assumed a sitting position, his legs refused to move
again. Alex wearily sat down in another corner of the small shack. He
couldn't help but notice that they were sitting about twenty-five feet
apart. It was odd, except for Krycek's visits to the guards and his own
removal for experimentation, this was the furthest they had been apart
physically since they had come to Russia. And all day long whenever they
had been forced to hide off of the road, the had lain together closely
and quietly side-by-side while the vehicles passed.  Mulder notice the
distance between them now and it made him curiously uncomfortable.

After about twenty minutes in which both men caught the breathe and
contemplated their next moves, Mulder decided to break the ice. But, as
it turned out, the ice was much thinner and more treacherous than Mulder
would ever have liked to know. 

"I just have one question." His voice cut through the silence which had
begun to assume an uncomfortable awkwardness. 

"One question?"

"Yes."

"Well, what is it."

"What exactly did you mean about doing favors for the guards?"

Krycek briefly rolled his eyes to the ceiling as a habitual gesture of
evasiveness  but then he realized that lying would be counterproductive
in this particular situation. He had no obligation to cushion Mulder
from the truth. Besides, it was about time the man started working just
as hard as he for their survival.  

"You know I'll do whatever it takes to stay alive..."

"So what are you saying Krycek?" But Mulder knew exactly what he was
saying, he just wanted to make the other man admit it. He wanted to see
him squirm as he told the truth, ...or to see if he would lie.

"Do you expect me to be ashamed Mulder, is that it? Cause if you do, I'm
sorry to disappoint you, I don't feel the least bit ashamed. I told you,
I'll do whatever I have to."

"Just tell me, I want to hear it from you, please don't make me guess."

The game'd gone on too long. Krycek arose from the dark corner where
he'd been squatting and walked over to the other man. He knelt in front
of Mulder who was leaning against the wooden clapboard wall. His
seductive challenge came as a mere whisper. "How about if I *show* you
Mulder?"
  
He was barely able to form the syllable "no" which never quite got past
his throat before a hand jutted out and pulled loose the string tie from
the waist of his institutional prison trousers. While Mulder tried to
scramble away as quickly as possible, a strong arm reached out and
grabbed his forearm, pressing it hard against the wall. 

The sarcasm was subtle but biting, "Relax man, you have *no* idea what
I'm going to do, right? No idea at all."  For a second, a part of
Mulder's mind allowed himself to believe what Alex was saying, that his
question had been a totally innocent inquiry and that there was a wide
range of possible innocent interpretations to the term "favors".  Krycek
sensed what was happening and used the moment wisely to reach into his
former partner's pants and grab him hard by the testicles. 

He yelped, but he couldn't go anywhere. Krycek relaxed his grip when
Mulder became still and tightened when he moved. With his free hand he
was eventually able to work the other man's pants away from his hips,
exposing his cock, and he leaned his head forward towards the other
man's crotch.

"Get away from me Krycek." He tried squirming out of range, but he was
helpless. He felt the other man's breathe against his skin and found
himself growing aroused in spite of his anger. 

Krycek was speaking directly to the other man's penis. "You wanted to
know, ...Mulder." and then his mouth covered the flaccid organ, drawing
it in and sucking hard.

"Oh god, ...you'll pay for this, ...oh god, stop it Krycek." He felt
nothing at first, nothing but an irritating dampness. But then the mouth
pulled away, practiced lips contracting hard around the diminishing
softness. It was good, and it had been so long.  His cock quickly began
to grow large and hard in the unwanted mouth. "No" he managed to say one
more time, attempting to push the head away from him. Alex squeezed hard
on Mulder's balls causing him to wince in pain.

With a frustrated sigh he cracked his head back hard against the
splintering clapboard wall of the mining cabin. "Stop it you fucker,
I'll kill you if you don't stop."

Krycek stopped temporarily but maintained a tight and threatening grip
on Mulder's genitals. "I think you like it Mulder, I know *I* like it,
...always have. You know what your problem is Mulder? You don't know
when to 'try a little tenderness.' Instead of beating the shit out of me
you could've been sucking me off.  Sex, not violence is the more
effective pacifier." Krycek laughed to himself and bent his head back
down onto the now stiff cock beneath him.  

He sat back and let the other man continue. He was giving up too easily,
he told himself, but what could he do? Krycek was going to play out this
sick little game to the end. Guiltily he thought to himself that he had
been somewhat responsible through his taunts and his sick sense of
curiosity. As a distraction he tried to concentrate on a fantasy, one
he'd had a lot over the recent years, Scully underneath him, moaning,
clenching her muscles around him. But he always felt dirty when he
thought about her that way, like he was violating her, betraying her
trust. His mind came back to the here and now, to what was really
happening, Krycek, his former partner and erstwhile enemy, was giving
him an incredible blowjob.  His traitorous hip thrust upwards and he
tried to focus on another fantasy.  One of his favorite tapes, the
blond, chained up and fucked from behind as she licked another woman.
He'd always liked to picture himself as the man, ...they'd never shown
his face..., and it was such a rough scene... But no, that wasn't
working either. He wasn't able to concentrate, Comrade Krycek was making
way too much noise moaning and humming up and down over his stiff shaft. 

Krycek moved his spare hand up under Mulder's shirt, ...the other man
didn't even notice..., and began gently, and then more roughly messaging
his quarry's nipples which unconsciously grew hard beneath his
ministrations.  The hand that was forcefully clutching Mulder's
testicles loosened, the grip became a caress. He wondered if Mulder even
realized the rhythmic thrusts and cries he was making, he had such a
nether-worldly look on his face. 

From the corner of his eye he noticed Mulder's fingertips clenching the
rotted baseboard. Soon they would be on his head, he knew, pushing him
along, encouraging him to finish.  The cock in his mouth was larger and
harder than he'd ever imagined, and he was so fucking easy! The poor man
must not have had any in a long time.  ...He had a little trick to play,
something to make the him beg for it, to make him abandon his belief
that he was somehow being raped... which might *actually* come
later....  He sucked hard on Mulder, quickly, taking him as deeply down
his throat as possible. For several long moments the rhythm was frantic,
harder and faster than would ever be possible with intercourse but with
the added sucking and tonguing motion that made oral sex so
extraordinary. Mulder gasped and involuntarily jackknifed his body
outward to give Alex better access. Through the motion of his mouth,
Krycek grinned to himself. When Mulder was almost to the edge, it was
time to slow things down. He suddenly slackened his lips and
deliberately assumed a lazy and disinterested rhythm.  And then he
stopped, crouching in front of Mulder with his mouth lazily hanging over
the other man's cock. And the strategy worked far better and far more
quickly than he'd ever imagined.

"Finish it Krycek." The frustration in the other man's voice was
palpable. "Finish me off, you motherfucker." 

No, he wouldn't move, not until he felt those hands and that voice
begging for it. "Say please Mulder."

"Please finish me off." Mulder answered him with evident disdain.

"Say it like you want it or I won't." Alex darted his tongue out and
licked the entire length of Mulder's erect shaft eliciting another
frustrated moan. Then he moved his entire head away and resumed a
painful and threatening grasp on Mulder's balls. Several seconds elapsed
before either of them made any motion.

"Do me Krycek, finish me off ...please." This time his voice betrayed a
desperate need.

"Then you move me, you set the rhythm with your hands on my head. ....I
want you to fuck my face." Still and silent, Krycek waited for an
answer. A few seconds later he felt hands reluctantly assume a position
of control around his temples and hairline. After he took the cock back
into his mouth his head was roughly jerked forward and back. "Easy man,
...slow and even."

With the rhythm out of his control, Alex concentrated on engaging every
other whore's trick he knew in order to blow Mulder's mind and totally
seduce him. He used both hands to caress Mulder's ass, his nipples.  He
inserted the first joint of his finger into the other man's anus and
gently frigged him in time to the rhythm of the blowjob. His tongue and
lips worked continually, twirling and sucking as his mouth was pushed
over and over the other man's cock. 

Suddenly Mulder violently held Krycek's head hard and fast against his
crotch as he was overtaken by orgasm.  He pumped jets of hot, thick and
sticky cum down the other man's throat causing Alex to gag and choke. 
Alex swallowed quickly, briefly savoring the taste and feel of it,
slightly regretful that he had relinquished control to the other man
during the very sweetest moment.  

Eventually Mulder's orgasm subsided and the gripe on Krycek's head
relaxed.  For a short while they lay together on the floor, Mulder
slumped against the wall with Krycek curled up in front of him, his head
on his lap, Krycek's lips still pressed against the damp and softening
flesh. When Mulder was finally able to focus his thoughts in view of the
situation, he scornfully pushed the other man's head off his legs with a
thud, and wearily scooted several inches to a new position along the
wall.

Krycek lay on the floor and bitterly considered his ex-partners hateful
little gesture.  He angrily arose from the floor and stood over Mulder
who had collapsed exhausted, and totally satiated, against the cabin
wall. "Now its my turn Mulder, you do me."

Mulder briefly looked upward with a look of pure incredulousness. "I'm
just not that grateful for your service, in case you haven't noticed."

"Oh yeah, I noticed, not very nice of you, Mulder. But I don't expect
you to be grateful, just reciprocal. Now suck me off."

"Go to hell."

"No I'll send you to hell though." Out of his pocket Krycek pulled a
Makarov 9mm pistol and thrust it into Mulder's face."

"Where in the hell did you get *that*?"

"I took it from the guard who I strangled to death with my bare hands
last night, ...after I sucked him of course. I've got his wallet and
money too." He smiled down on the other man. "You know exactly how far
I'll go to survive, now I want to see how far you'll go." He briefly
indicated towards his crotch with the pistol.

"Get away from me Krycek, you're out of your mind."

"You overestimate your position Mulder. You're out in the middle of
nowhere in a country where you don't even speak the language. The KGB or
god knows who is out looking for you since you escaped from prison and
there's a gun to your head.  ...The only thing keeping you alive right
now is your ability to suck my cock."

"Why, Krycek?" A shocked acceptance of the situation was evident in his
voice.

"Let's just say its my ironic little revenge for you having hit me one
to many times." He unzipped his trouser and stepped forwards toward the
other man firmly pressing the gun against his head. "Bite me and I'll
blow your head off. ...Like I said, I don't need your ass, ...I *want*
your ass, but I don't need your deadweight ass"

Mulder arose to his knees and cautiously pressed his face forward. A
long repressed memory stirred his curiosity, he'd always wanted to do
this..., but never under *these* circumstances. The heady smell of the
two-day unwashed crotch made him recoiled at first but then again there
a something incredible compelling about it, sexually compelling in fact.
As the butt of the pistol ground into his skull he pulled the trousers
down away from the slim hips in front of him. Alex rock hard cock feel
forward and bumped him on the face, brushing over his lips, making him
want to retch. When he opened his mouth to form a protest, "I cunnno..."
and Alex drove his cock forward, thought the teeth, hard against the
back of Mulder's mouth, pushing his head up against the wall.  To keep
from gagging, he opened as wide as he could to accommodate the width and
length of it.  He was petrified of the pistol which Alex was now lewdly
stroking up and down the side of his face. As offensive as the situation
was, he knew he didn't want to die for this, not in this kind of shitty
situation, not from this man's hands.

Mulder steadied himself on his knees by grasping Alex's hips, drawing
his thumbs simultaneously over both hipbones. It was actually quite
sexy, he thought, the sharpness of the bones and the smoothness of the
skin covering them, leading downward to the rough pubic hair and towards
the rigid cock. He briefly leaned the side of his face against the
concavity of Alex's lower abdomen relishing the silky feel of the skin
there, and drew the cock deeply into his mouth.  Alex responded with a
satisfied sigh which Mulder found encouraging and, to his embarrassment,
quite exciting. As he drew his mouth away from the cock he noted the
bitter salty taste of pre-ejaculate on the tip, ...it wasn't bad at all.
Encouraged by the spread fingers gently woven through his hair he began
to establish a rhythm which Alex matched moan for thrust. Mulder briefly
tried imagining he was sucking himself and found he was getting turned
on all over again. The speed picked up. He was definitely having the
desired effect on Alex, whose head was thrown back, his mouth emitting
an almost constant moan. 

"Oh Christ, Mulder, this is so good," Alex leaned into the mouth,
forcing much more of himself down the other man's throat than he knew
Mulder could handle, all the while keeping a tight grip on his pistol.
Mulder amazed him by not gagging and working the extra inches with his
lips and tongue. Through his moans Alex smiled to himself with
victorious satisfaction when he felt a rapacious groping hand move up
through his inner thigh to his asscheeks. Elegant fingers parted him and
repeatedly traced along the inside crack, and towards his testicles over
and over the tight ring of muscle, threatening to invade.  Several times
Alex had to check himself, he was getting out of hand, thrusting
foreward so releckless he almost knocked Mulder over, the back of his
head was already pushed hard up against the wall, roughly driven upward
with each shove.  He was overcome with a perverse feeling of
satisfaction when he realized that he was raping Mulder, ...orally, and
that Mulder, even though he was completely blown away by the physical
demands of his rapist, seemed to be enjoying it.

Mulder gently placed his hand on both round muscles feeling the firm
flesh jiggle as Krycek repeatedly rammed himself forward. He drew his
hands downward to the muscles on tops of Alex's thighs feeling them
tense and relax with each push. Krycek was now only a few seconds away
from cumming. He worked it hard to finish him off by engaging many of
the same techniques Alex had used.  He relentlessly twirled his tongue
over the shaft, humming and gently gnawing at the sensitive skin
underneath. He fully intended on pulling away when the other man started
to orgasm but a lascivious curiosity stopped him. Suddenly Alex cried
out loudly, his entire body shuttering as he released himself into the
other man's mouth.  Mulder felt almost proud of himself when he received
the creamy reward of Alex's cum. A man totally debilitated by pleasure
beneath his very teeth, ... and all because of a lewd sex act he had
been forced to perform. 

Eventually the cock began to grow soft and he let it fall out against
his chin, allowing the cum to dribble over his lips and out the side of
his mouth. While Alex lovingly stroked his hair and face, he glanced
upwards and caught the other man's astounded gaze. He surprised even
himself by by making a deliberate show of savoring and licking the cum
away from his chin. 

Alex feel to his knees beside Mulder and devoured the sticky mouth. He
forced his tongue across the lips and through his teeth and found
another tongue fighting just as hard to taste him. Hands and arms fought
each other to caress and grope skin and muscle. Both men lay down
together on the clapboard floor, kissing and feeling each other up with
an almost violent intensity.  Mulder felt questing hands over his
stomach, his chest, down his back.  He ran his own hands through
Krycek's short hair, kissing him ravenously. With a near brutality, Alex
bit and sucked Mulder's nipples, his neck, his lips. He thrust his
tongues in and out of Mulder's ear and huskily murmured, "I'd love to
fuck you but..."

"You're too tired, its okay." Mulder's voiced was slurred. After several
minutes their movements began to slow. They physically clung to each
other for warmth and comfort, arms around waists, thighs pressed between
thighs, lips to skin.  Mulder felt himself drifting off to sleep. Of all
the strange things that had happened to him over the previous two weeks
this was probably the strangest. But he didn't want to think about it
too much, he just wanted to sleep. 

Eventually he felt the other  body shifting out of his grasp. Alex was
pushing himself up by his hands, adjusting his clothing and checking the
pistol. Mulder briefly looked up. Alex's hand was raised above his head
and the butt of the pistol was coming down fast, suddenly cracking
against Mulder's skull and sending him into blackness. 

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

"Agent Mulder, Agent Mulder, wake up, you've suffered a mild
concussion."

He opened his eyes to see a well-dress youngish man, obviously an
American, shaking his shoulders. Around him were several Russian police
officers and another man who looked to be an American Marine. 

"Where am I? Who are you?"

"You're at the abandoned lead mines. I'm Richard Barret, American consul
in Krasnoyarsh.  Last night we were anonymously tipped off that you
would be here and that your life was in danger. I'm glad we found you
still alive.  You could have died of exposure within a few hours. The
temperatures are supposed to plummet below freezing tonight."   

Mulder tried pushing himself up on his elbows. He noted thankfully that
his trousers and clothing had been closed and pulled back over his body.
He was also wearing the dead guard's jacket. "Who called you?"

"It was an unidentified Russian man." The consulate officer helped him
to his feet. "Mr. Mulder, we're taking you back to the consulate office
to have an American doctor check you out. Hopefully you'll be all right
to travel. We'd like to send you back to the United States as soon as
possible, you've been subpoenaed to testify before a Senate Committee."

"...What?" The marine helped him walk out of the cabin and up the
embankment where several cars were waiting by the roadside.

Barret continued talking, "I know its all very confusing to you now but
I'll explain it in as much detail as possible during our drive back to
the office."

"Where's the other man who was with me? There was another man who was
traveling with me, another American."

"There isn't anyone else Mr. Mulder, you were by yourself just as we
expected to find you."

"No,... he has got to be the one who called you and told you I was here.
His name is Alex Krycek."

"The man who called to tip us of was definitely a Russian, he didn't
speak any English at all. But if there was anyone else traveling with
you there'll be a record of his entry. We'll find out where he is.  In
the meantime you need to concentrate on getting well enough to travel as
quickly as possible. You're holding up Senate proceedings"

His thoughts were still fuzzy during the ten hour drive back. Maybe
Krycek had contacted his Russian connections to arrange for his own
escape out of the country.  To exactly what extent he had been set up by
Krycek remained to be seen, or perhaps *never* known. But the feel of
Alex's skin was still burning on his lips, ...he definitely had some
unfinished business with the man.

The end.