Title: Just Another Night Author: T. Rose Date: 12/99 E-mail Address: trelar27@hotmail.com Rating: NC-17 Pairing: sort of M/K you'll understand when you read it. Category: slight crossover, X-Files/Highlander Archive: yes, just let me know where. Disclaimer: X-Files belongs to Chris Carter, Fox, and 1013 Productions, Highlander belongs to Panzer/Davis and I don't know who else. Summary: Mulder finds a late night visitor in his apartment, and things happen. Basically a PWP Beta: Nadine pointed a few things out, all remaining mistakes are my own. Just Another Night I sensed another presense the moment I stepped through my door. I was in the process of grabbing my gun, when I heard the cocking of a gun just to my left. "Get rid of the weapon, Mulder." A voice rasped into my ear. I recognized the owner of the voice immediately. "Krycek?!" I exclaimed. "Now what? Another rebel prisoner? Some important mission that only I can carry out?" I set my weapon onto the floor and stepped away from it. "Drop to your knees," my captor demanded, "hands clasped behind your head." //O.K. This is different.// I obeyed, wondering where this was headed. He removed the pistol I kept near my ankle, and then did an overly thorough search of my body. I couldn't hide the shudder that travelled through me, when his hand touched my groin. I could feel my face heat, when he chuckled, and returned to squeeze the growing bulge gently. "What do you want?" I couldn't help pushing into the pressure of that hand. "I want to spend some time with my favorite FBI agent." The unseen smirk was evident in his tone as he squeezed again. "And I think you want that, too." I groaned, unable to prevent myself from jerking forward into his touch again. "Stop it, Krycek." I tried for tough, but instead it came out sounding pathetically needy. "I don't think so." My beautiful captor began to undo my belt. "I think you've wanted this for as long as I have." He pulled my pants down to my knees. "You move, and I'll shoot you." He stepped away, gun still in his hand. I knelt there shivering with my hands clasped behind my head. I blinked as a lamp was turned on, the dim light revealing very little. "Geez Mulder. Why bother putting a light bulb in if you don't want to see anything?" He complained, as he returned to me. //What should I say to that?// I kept quiet. I noticed the gun was now sitting next to the lamp. //Now I get it..// Before I could decide what to do, if anything, he snapped his fingers, regaining my attention. I focused on his eyes. I could practically get lost in them, cliched as that sounds. He'd always had such beautiful eyes, with the longest lashes. Of course, there was no way in hell I'd ever tell him this. He was already aware of his beauty, and hardly needed me stroking his ego. When he kissed me, I resisted for about 3 milli-seconds, before I opened my mouth and let his tongue claim me. Without intending to, my arms moved to embrace him. I tasted wine on his breath and vaguely wondered if I'd had any in the apartment, before he got here. He began to unbutton my shirt, still kissing me. When the need for air seperated us, he removed the shirt and suit jacket at the same time. Then he leaned forward and took one of my nipples between his teeth. "Oh God." I heard myself whimper, any thought of struggle long gone. All I wanted now was for this man to fuck me, and soon! I stroked his back, unable to concentrate on doing more, as he nipped and then soothed my nipples with his tongue. I felt bereft when he pulled away. "Up you go." He took hold of my hair and pulled me into a standing position. I winced, but it hardly did anything to lessen my arousal. My pants slid to my ankles and I removed them along with my shoes self-consciously. He waited without speaking until I stood naked before him. Then he smiled. It wasn't that annoying smirk this time, but a real smile. The kind that got my stomach doing somersaults. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. Nearly impossible, what with the way he was radiating sexual energy and all. "Very nice, Mulder." His hand reached out to caress my cock. He ran a finger along the length and I gasped. //God, please don't let me come yet. It's too soon!// I prayed to the God I wasn't sure even existed. He began to kiss me again, his tongue claiming my mouth. I returned the kiss desperately. I wondered how I could want this man so much. He was simply acting out a part... I quickly banished this thought from my mind, determined to accept this for what it appeared to be, not what it was. His hand moved to caress my ass, squeezing and kneading it. "Bedroom. I've got plans for this evening." He muttered against my lips. He kissed me again, even as he led me to the seldom used room. He broke away and opened the door, gently pushing me backwards into the room. I was so focused on him that it took me a few moments to realize the room was lit with candles. Shadows danced against the walls. I stood there staring, until he took my hand and pulled me to the bed. //Must have spent an hour just cleaning the place.// He kissed me again, a short but hard claiming of the lips. "Lay down." He nipped my ear. I practically fell onto the mattress, before I lay down, wondering a little nervously what was next. I felt a shiver go through me, as I watched my captor //was he still my captor, if he no longer held a gun on me?// and waited for his next move. The smile on his lips did nothing to lessen my tension, as he stood there gazing down at me. "Relax." He lowered his body until he sat next to me. He laid a hand on my belly and moved it upwards, lightly pinching a nipple smiling when I gasped. He trailed his fingers up to my shoulder and then over my arm, past my elbow, finally grasping my hand. My skin tingled, everywhere he touched it. I didn't resist when he pulled my arm above my head to the bedboard. I felt something close around my wrist and then heard the unmistakeable click of handcuffs. He took my other wrist and did the same to it. I didn't bother fighting him, though my hand just itched to smack the smirk off of his face. I'd already given this round to him, though, so all I could do was wait and see what he'd planned next. He left my side only long enough to strip, before he returned to straddle me. He positioned himself so that his own erection was pressed firmly into my belly. I envied his self-control. He leaned down to kiss me again, teasing me with just a quick taste before he inched down to lick my neck. I couldn't hold back a sharp cry when he bit me. Then he soothed it with his tongue, the pain and pleasure intermingling as he proceeded to mark me. My eyes rolled back, my fists clenching helplessly against the headboard. When he was satisfied, he moved to tease my nipples again. He licked one and then the other, his tongue leaving a moist trail between the two. I moaned, writhing frantically beneath him. When he stopped, I looked down to find him watching me. I heard myself whimper. "You like that?" He grinned and began to inch down again, licking and biting my skin, as I twisted and bucked beneath him. When he was directly level with my swollen and leaking cock, he licked his lips. I was pleading with him not to stop, when he grinned. "What do you want, Mulder?" He licked off a drop of pre-cum from the tip. "Krycek...Alex, please suck me." I arched up off the bed, begging him with actions as well as words. He nodded, and without any more coaxing he swallowed it deep into his throat. I screamed. The bastard grinned, never varying the rythm he'd established as he reached out for the tube from the nightstand. I spread my legs for him as I begged him to "Do it, already." He inserted first one slicked finger and then another. My hands were twisted to grip the headboard, and I no longer had any coherent thought left. When he finally returned with 3 fingers, and angled his reach just so, I screamed again. I arched up and came down his throat. He sucked me dry, and then moved to prepare himself. I wrapped my legs around his hips, once he'd entered me, and he released a groan of pleasure. He paused to gain control, before he finally began to move. I felt myself becoming hard again; and noticing this, with a self-satisfied smirk, he wrapped a hand around my erection, jerking me off in time with his own thrusts. He came with a shout, and I followed, soon after. He moved off of me and grabbed a towel from the floor to wipe us off, before collapsing back onto the bed. He wrapped an arm around my waist and lay there, gasping for breath. I waited a few moments before I cleared my throat. "Babe, can you unlock these?" I pulled on the cuffs. He groaned softly, and felt around the bed table for the keys. Without looking, he grabbed them and freed my wrists. Then with a sigh, he lay down again, his head resting on my chest. I pet the soft hair back from his flushed face, watching the shadows play against the walls for awhile. "There are easier ways of getting me handcuffed to a bed then pretending to be Alex Krycek, Cory." I fell asleep listening to my lovers' laughter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~