18.8.2000

Disclaimer: They're not mine, they're Chris Carters.

Fandom: X-Files

Ratings: PG 13? S for silly? M/M relationship

Pairing: M/K

This is based on a dream I had one night. My dreams seldom make sense.

Summary: Krycek has forgotten something.


Tell me!
by Ratwoman
ratwoman02@yahoo.de

"I really don't know, Mulder!" Krycek cried, as he tried to evade
Mulder's next blow, hiding his face behind his arm. Mulder hit his 
stomach instead, then grabbed the writhing man at the collar and pushed
him against the car next to them. With one hand holding him down, 
Mulder gripped a fistful of Krycek's short hair and pulled his head 
back.

"Tell me!" he shouted.

"Please, Mulder, I swear I don't know." Krycek begged.

"Liar!" Mulder spat out and smashed Krycek's head against the hood of 
the car.

Krycek nearly passed out from the pain. Dizzily he didn't even try to 
fight when Mulder pulled him back and pressed him against a column, 
one hand at his throat, one at his crotch.

"Where is it?" Mulder demanded to know.

"Why do you think everything I say is a lie?" Krycek whined miserably.

Hazel eyes narrowed in rage. "Who should know it but you, you rat 
bastard?"

"I already told you, I have just forgotten it." Krycek said, then 
gasped loudly as Mulder's hand tightened around his crotch.

"How could you forget that?" Mulder snapped.

Krycek knew it was futile, but he tried to calm Mulder down with reason. 
"Things like that happen. It's not that it was a government secret."

Krycek sighed in relief when Mulder removed the hand at his crotch, but 
then he backhanded him brutally. "Government secret or not, " Mulder 
shouted. "I'm sure you'll remember it when you think hard enough."

Krycek closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, which was difficult 
due to the pain from the beats and due to Mulder being so near - he 
practically pressed his whole body against him, linking pain and lust 
in that intoxicating mixture.

"M..maybe deck 4" Krycek answered.

Mulder stepped back. "Let's hope you're right." Then he pushed him 
towards the stairs. Krycek hurried to run upstairs being pushed by 
Mulder whenever he thought he was too slow.

"So," Mulder said when they reached deck four. "Where now?"

Krycek wasn't sure but turned right, being followed closely by the 
FBI-agent. 

"There it is!" Krycek cried in relief, pointing at Mulder's car. 

Mulder smiled at him fondly. "And, Alex, was it so hard? Now, gimme 
the keys."
Krycek obediently handed him the keys. It was futile to discuss with 
Mulder when he was in such an aggressive mood like now, that he would 
positively beat the crap out of Krycek, just because he had forgotten 
where he had parked the car.

But later, when all the bruises had formed, Mulder would feel very 
guilty and would apologize in his own special way. 

Krycek smirked, Mulder was raving, mad, but his apologies where worth 
all the trouble.

***end***