Hardened Criminal II:
Orithain & Nicole
Disclaimer: Surfer Boy owns these guys, although he
doesn't deserve them.
Alex Krycek lay on the padded weight bench and raised the bar with
weights up over his head, a grunt leaving his throat as he did so. He
breathed in deeply as he lowered the bar, the smell of stale sweat and
testosterone in the weight room assaulting his nostrils. He exhaled as he
raised the bar again. A few other men were in this room pumping iron,
sculpting their bodies into perfect shape, shape no one but the other
prisoners would see for years.
He was here, in Cedar Junction, Massachusetts, doing time for killing
Jamie Ryder. He chastised himself every day for being so stupid as to beat
on a man because he was drunk and out of control. Gay bashing! What the hell
had he been thinking? That one act ruined his whole life.
He had started out his sentence in Virginia where he committed the crime,
but only a couple of weeks into his incarceration, the roof had collapsed in
his cellblock from a heavy rain. He was supposed to go to another prison in
Virginia, but they were so overcrowded that most of the inmates had to be
dispersed among the various other prisons up and down the East Coast. It was
just dumb luck, and not his, that Fox Mulder was a prison guard at this Pen.
A hack walked by, and Alex cautiously raised his eyes to see if it was
Mulder. It wasn't. Relief washed over him as he raised the weights above his
head and tried not to think about what Mulder had been doing to him for the
past couple of months. Alex rested the weights on the stand and stood up,
stretching his arms as he did so. He wiped the sweat off of his face with
his t-shirt, sat down on another bench and started on some wrist curls.
Mulder had raped him. Alex shuddered inwardly at the word rape, yet it
was the truth. Mulder had been raping him repeatedly for the past two
months. There was no pattern, no set time. Any shift Alex could be summoned
to the recycle room, the door locked behind him while Mulder did what he
wanted to him. Alex refused to think about how quickly he came when that
bastard touched him.
Alex pushed the thought from his mind as he continued with his weights.
It took all of 30 seconds for his mind to return to what that hack Mulder
had done. In the beginning, Alex had lost his appetite and been depressed
over the violations. He had wretched every time he thought about it. Now he
decided to bulk himself up, make himself stronger so he could fight him off.
Alex finished his workout and headed for the showers. He stripped, then
walked into the large tiled area with shower nozzles jutting out of the
wall. There wasn't anyone else in here. Alex smiled to himself, grateful to
be alone. As he started to wash himself, his mind drifted back to Mulder yet
Yeah, I'm gonna get build myself up, knock that taser away from him
and kick his ass. Alex smiled to himself as he thought of Mulder,
sprawled on his back, being kicked in the side. I'm gonna force that
self-righteous, raping sonofabitch down on his hands and knees and force him
to suck my dick.
Alex lathered himself up, still smiling to himself. Yeah, I'd love to
see that stupid fucking hack's pretty mouth full of my cock. Sucking on it,
the head hitting the back of his throat as I push inside.
Alex's hand moved down to his cock, gripping himself tightly. "Suck
my cock, bitch," he whispered to himself. "Yeah, that's it, bitch,
suck it, suck it hard." His hand swiftly moved up and down his
erection, soap and water making it slippery and slick. The water coursed
down his body, plastering his heavy fringe of dark lashes to his cheek,
carving trails down his muscular torso and arms. His hand moved faster, all
the while whispering, "Suck it, bitch," to himself.
He braced one hand on the tile wall before him, the water now rushing
down his back and muscular thighs, some streaming between his ass cheeks. He
was close and was biting his tongue to keep from moaning out loud. Finally,
he came with a quiet grunt, the water washing the evidence down the drain.
He stood there, his hand bracing himself against the wall for a minute
before he turned the water off and started to towel off. Two gang-bangers
came in as he was leaving, giving Alex a quiet thrill that he had come so
close to being caught.
He got back to his cell where the Smoking Man was waiting for him to get
some more coffee. Alex turned his back to him as he got dressed; he could
feel the old man's eyes upon him as he moved to put on his underwear.
Suddenly, there was a hand on his buttock. Alex froze.
"You know, Alex, it's a good thing you're with me. I'd hate to see
you out there all alone trying to fend the others off with a body like
Alex could feel the old man's hand move down to cup and caress his ass
before going lower. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip; his head was
spinning from revulsion at what this old man was doing to him.
"Yes, it's too bad that I can't get enjoyment out of such things
anymore. I'm sure I'd enjoy you immensely." The hand moved down to
squeeze his thigh, then it was suddenly gone.
Alex waited a fraction of a second before he scrambled into his clothes.
He turned to face the old man, who wore the familiar leer on his face.
"Don't worry, Alex, I told you I wasn't going to do such horrendous
things to you." The old man paused to light a cigarette, "But I'd
be lying if I said I didn't think about it."
Alex remained calm, despite the overwhelming urge to throw up.
"Coffee, Alex. Strong, black, just the way I like it."
Alex stood there, afraid to move.
"Alex! Coffee, now!" the old man barked at him.
"Yes, sir," Alex whispered as he got to work.
The next night, after his shift, Mulder caught up with Alex in the
"Put down some cardboard on the floor. I want to try something
"And if I don't?"
"Then your knees are going to get mighty sore."
Alex put down a few layers of cardboard on the floor while Mulder locked
the door and started to get undressed.
"Strip down, Krycek; I want you naked."
Alex complied, taking off his clothes and folding them neatly, setting
"On your knees."
Alex's heart skipped a beat as he got on his knees before Mulder. His
pulse quickened as he looked at Mulder's cock at eye level, dripping with
"You want that? I know you want it, Krycek. Do what you do best,
Alex put his hands on Mulder's hips and brought his mouth in to start
sucking on the hard penis before him. He took him deep, almost swallowing
him, as Mulder's hand caressed his hair.
"Yeah....oh god, yeah, that's it."
After a few minutes, he was pushed away, Mulder still hard, his cock
still throbbing before his face.
"Stay on your knees, and put your hands over your head." Alex
put his hands up, where his wrists were cuffed together. He was then pushed
so he was face down on the cardboard, his knees under him. His arms were
bent so he could rest his weight on his elbows, but he couldn't really move
in this position.
"Ass high in the air, Krycek. Yeah, just like that. Your ass is
beautiful, you know. I've been watching you work out; it makes me happy to
know that you're doing this all for me." Mulder smacked Alex on the ass
a couple of times before moving behind him.
"Yeah, this ass is all for me." He spat on his hands well and
used that and his pre-cum to lubricate himself before he entered Alex.
Alex let out a whimper as he was filled by Mulder, trying so hard not to
enjoy this. It was hard not to. Mulder was hitting his prostate with every
shove, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body. He was also massaging
Alex's balls, squeezing and pulling on them, making the pre-cum flow out of
the head of his cock to pool on the cardboard below him.
"Yeah, this ass is so fucking good. I love your ass, Krycek, your
ass is all mine." Mulder had his hands on Krycek's hips, thrusting hard
into the other man. He threw his head back as he came, a cry strangled in
his throat. The walls to this place weren't soundproofed, so he had to keep
himself in check. He shuddered and thrust a few more times as his orgasm
ravaged his body. He collapsed forward onto Krycek, breathing hard. He
stayed like that for a few minutes, before pulling out and cleaning himself
off with the convenient wipes that he had made sure were near by.
Alex was still in position, knees tucked under him, hands cuffed in front
of him. He hadn't come, and his balls were close to bursting. Suddenly,
Mulder was undoing the cuffs and sitting beside him. Alex rose to sit as
well, his hands rubbing his wrists.
"You wanna come, Krycek?"
Alex looked up into the contempt-filled hazel eyes above him. He did,
god, he really did, but he wouldn't give Mulder the satisfaction of knowing.
"I know you want to." Mulder ran a finger up Krycek's cock,
gaining a sigh from him.
"C'mon, Krycek, jerk off for me. I want you to come on me."
Alex looked at him; this guy was getting kinkier every day.
"I read this somewhere; it sounds like fun." Mulder got on his
back. "Get on your knees and jerk off. I know you want to."
Alex licked his lips before he got on his knees and grabbed his cock,
positioning it so he would ejaculate all over the hack. He stared at Mulder
as he stroked his turgid member, seeing the bastard watching him and getting
off on it, quickly bringing himself to completion and spilling his seed over
his hand and onto the guard below him.
"See, you liked that, didn't you?" Mulder said, his voice husky
and low. "Now it's my turn to get something I like. Lick it off."
"You heard me, prag. Lick it off."
"No fucking way!"
Mulder reached up and grabbed Alex by the hair, forcing his head down to
his torso. "Lick it off, bitch! You don't do it and I'll make your life
a living hell."
"Do it, Krycek. Do it or I'll turn you out into D block with no
protection. You know who's in D block, don't you? That's where the sick
fucks are, bikers ready to own your ass and rape you and trade you between
them. You want that, Krycek?"
Alex was silent.
"I thought not. Now lick your fucking cum off of me before I use
that taser on your balls."
Alex bent his head down and started on his daunting task. He tried to
think of something good while he was doing it, tried to think of it as a
food, but couldn't. He gagged a couple of times but finished quickly.
"Yeah, it's a good thing I read about this; this was a great
idea." Mulder inspected the work Alex did; there was not a spot of cum
to be seen. "Good boy. Now you can get dressed."
Alex dressed quickly, his head still spinning. As soon as he got back to
his cell, he brushed his teeth four times and rinsed with mouthwash,
gargling a few times before crawling into bed and trying to sleep.
That fucker is gonna pay. I'm gonna kick his ass next time. Just wait,
Mulder, you motherfucker.
Fox Mulder turned off the water in his shower, toweled off and pulled his
sweats on. He sure got Krycek good last night. If Krycek had any doubts
about who was in charge and who owned him, today would have reminded him.
Strange thing was, Mulder was beginning to enjoy himself. He actually looked
forward to fucking Krycek. He knew Krycek liked it too, he couldn't hold
back his moans or hip movements when Mulder was inside him. He was such a
pretty little slut it was no wonder Mulder was enjoying him. Mulder had
nearly kissed him today after he licked his cum off of him, but he had held
back. He couldn't get that intimate with him yet; he had to wait until
Krycek wanted him, until Krycek made the first move and really belonged to
him. Then the murdering little bastard would be his sextoy for the rest of
his term and he'd like it. He was going to beg Mulder to fuck him.
Mulder went downstairs to the kitchen to get something to eat and had
just put the coffee on when there was a knock at the door.
"Mike!" Mulder grabbed the man by the hand and pulled him
inside, shutting the door behind them.
"Hey, Fox, how are you?"
Mulder embraced the man, "Mike, I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too."
Both men held onto each other a long time before they broke away, Mulder
ushering him into the living room. He brought them both large mugs of fresh
"What are you doing here? I thought you had that job with the EPA in
"I did. I quit." Tears sprang to Michael's eyes as he lit a
cigarette. "I couldn't live there anymore; everything reminded me of
Jamie. I'm back here for a while, just until I can find a job somewhere
else." Michael exhaled the smoke from his lungs and started to cry.
"I couldn't stay there, Fox, it was just too hard. I'd go for
groceries, or shopping, and see his face everywhere. It was just too
hard..." Michael wiped the tears away with the back of his hand and
continued puffing on his cigarette.
"God, I'm sorry. I really am sorry."
"Yeah, well, Mom's glad to see me home; she's already got me
cleaning out the gutters and fixing all kinds of things. Darryl, however,
could give a shit whether I'm here or not."
"I see your brother once in awhile, but he doesn't say hi."
"To my sweet brother Darryl, I don't exist. His kids know they have
an uncle somewhere, but that's about it." Michael took a long drag on
his cigarette then exhaled. "Are you sure you want me here, Fox; I
could be detrimental to your career?"
"Aw, fuck 'em. You've been my best friend since we were five years
old." Fox smiled at him; he had missed his friend so much over the
years. When Michael went away to college, then to work, he left Fox alone,
and that had hurt. Deep down, he had known that Michael had to get out of
this town and do something worthwhile, but he had still felt like he had
lost a part of himself somehow. "I'm sorry I couldn't be there at the
funeral; I had to work a double shift that day and..."
"It's okay, Fox." Michael cut him off. He stubbed out his
cigarette before continuing. "I know how it is. My old man worked at
the Pen for 35 years. If anyone had known that his boy was a fag when he was
alive, they would have made life hard for him."
"It's not fair, Mike. I should have been there for you. They
wouldn't give me the time off."
"That's okay, Mom came up. She's pretty cool for an old lady, you
know. Jamie's family was there too. They were my rock all during the
trial." Michael lit another cigarette and took a sip of his coffee.
"That asshole Krycek though, how I wanted to leap over that railing and
Mulder nodded, a knot starting to ache in the pit of his stomach.
"All through the trial, I sat there with Jamie's family, staring at
those three guys, wondering what the hell possessed them to pick on my
Jamie. But that Krycek guy, he was cold. I didn't see one flicker of emotion
throughout the whole time. His eyes were like cold shards of green
ice." Michael took another drag on his cigarette and exhaled quickly.
"I hate him, Fox. I can't forgive him for what he did to Jamie."
He mashed out his cigarette in the ashtray as if he were squishing Alex
Krycek in there with it.
Mulder just nodded again; he didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell
Michael that he was fucking the man that killed his lover and was starting
to enjoy it. He couldn't tell him that he'd seen that same cold, emotionless
look when he'd raped Krycek and knew that it was only a cover. He couldn't
tell him that he'd already realized that the more Krycek felt, the less he
showed, especially when he was scared or thought that showing emotion would
be a sign of weakness. Mulder suddenly realized that Krycek probably had
regretted what he had done but wouldn't or couldn't show it. He bit his
lower lip, then Michael's hand was on his, stroking his fingers with his
own. He looked up at him, and Michael smiled.
"Let's talk about other things, Fox. I can't go through it all
again. How's Sam?"
"She's fine. She's opened a practice in Boston."
"Yeah, she's got a partner; they're running it together. Dana
Scully's her name. She's a little older, and her experience really adds to
"That's good." Michael moved closer to Mulder on the couch, his
hand still caressing Mulder's. "I've really missed you, Fox. We should
have stayed together."
Mulder closed his eyes and sighed, "Michael, don't."
"Why not, Fox?"
"It's...I can't take advantage of you like this."
Michael laughed, "I think I'm the one seducing you, Fox."
Mulder turned and looked his friend in the eyes. He looked so sad, his
eyes heavy with tears. Mulder stroked his face with his hand, Michael
leaning into his touch. "I'm sorry."
Michael let out a sigh as the tears fell from his eyes. Mulder took him
into his arms and held him close until his friend was finished sobbing.
Michael stayed a little while longer, catching up on the town gossip until
he had to leave. Mulder gave him a quick kiss before he watched his friend
leave his house and go out to the battered pick up truck he drove when he
was in town.
Mulder went to bed, needing sleep after his night shift and the emotions
he had just faced. How dare Krycek put his best friend through all that
pain. He very carefully did not think about the fact that when Michael had
tried to seduce him, he had backed off not because he didn't want to take
advantage of his friend but because he suddenly saw Krycek and didn't want
Michael. If Michael had persisted, he wouldn't have been able to do anything
with him. His sleep was fitful, waking a mere five hours later to get
dressed to go to work again.
Alex was starting to settle into the routine of the prison; he knew who
to stay away from and who would talk to him. Actually, hardly anyone talked
to him. The Italians in the kitchen ignored him, and the other inmates were
afraid of his cell-mate. There was one guy in the kitchen who wasn't
Italian, but he was nuts. His name was Ralph Morrison, and he talked to
Krycek every once in awhile but drifted off into these diatribes about
conspiracies and government plots against him. Aside from that, only the
Smoking Man talked to him. And Mulder. Sometimes. Just a little bit before
or after fucking him.
That night, during his shift, cleaning up after dinner, Alex thought of
Mulder and how he wanted to gain control of their situation. He decided that
tonight was the night; he was going to be prepared and take the guard, then
make him do whatever he wanted. He was a bundle of nervous energy, waiting
until he saw the dark blue prison uniform saunter through the mess hall
towards the kitchen.
Mulder was in a bad mood this evening. He hadn't had very much sleep, and
he was pissed off at that prag Krycek for making his best friend suffer.
When Mulder came into the kitchen that night, he was seething; he wanted
Krycek to pay for what he had done. He ushered Krycek into the recycle room,
remaining calm until they were both inside.
Alex came into the room and waited for Mulder to lock the door and give
him instructions on how he wanted him tonight. His ass was still a bit sore
from yesterday. He remained calm, ready for Mulder to let his guard down so
he could overpower him. He didn't have a chance; a blow in the side with a
billy club left him gasping on the floor, reeling.
"Hey, Krycek, you motherfucker," Mulder sneered at him.
"What was that for?" he gasped.
"Jamie Ryder." Mulder kicked Krycek in the side, watching him
writhe in pain. "It's time you paid for what you did to him."
Alex looked up at the Mulder, his eyes wide with realization; no wonder
he was doing all this to him. "You knew Jamie?"
Mulder brought his leg back and kicked Alex in the leg. Alex let out a
howl at the pain. "Yeah, he was my best friend's lover, you little
Alex whimpered at the pain and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. What were
the odds of this happening? He opened his eyes again and looked up at
Mulder, who had a look of pure hatred in his eyes. He licked his lips before
speaking. "Michael?" he whispered.
Mulder's eyes narrowed as he bent down, the club at the ready.
"You got that right." Mulder reached down and pulled Krycek's
pants down to his ankles. "Stand up, prag."
Mulder rousted Alex to his feet and leaned him against the cardboard bin
while he fumbled for his handcuffs. In that split second, Krycek had spun
around and knocked the taser from his hand, scrambling for it as it
clattered to the floor, his pants around his ankles not making it easy.
"What the fuck are you doing, Krycek?" Mulder held the billy
club ready to strike.
"I'm not taking your shit anymore, Mulder. You're gonna do it my way
this time." Alex knew that he had to take control immediately or else
Mulder would probably kill him.
"Yeah, you think so?"
"Yeah, I do."
Alex kicked his pants off and lunged at Mulder, the taser missing him by
inches. The next attack was more successful; Alex got him on the hand that
held the billy club. The baton fell to the floor as Mulder howled in pain at
the shock. Alex got the club and jabbed it in Mulder's side, knocking him to
the ground before shocking him good with the taser at the back of the neck.
"You like that? Huh, bitch? That's right, you're my bitch
now. I'm gonna make sure you wish you were never born!"
Alex took the cuffs from Mulder's belt and cuffed him to the container,
letting him hang there by his wrists. He pulled Mulder's belt and pants off,
then, without preparation, entered him. Mulder was suddenly conscious and
Alex took the billy club and brought it around to choke Mulder with it,
"Shut the fuck up, prag."
Mulder gasped for air and whimpered as he fought to take a breath. Alex
choked him some more before flinging the club aside, he was enjoying this
immensely despite the discomfort of forcing himself into Mulder's
unlubricated hole. He was so hard and fucking Mulder just made him harder.
He thrust hard into the guard, hands on his hips to bring him back to meet
"Yeah, you're my bitch now, Mulder. Take it, baby, feel that, that's
a man fucking your ass." Alex came with a cry, not caring who heard; he
hadn't had an orgasm like that for a long time. His body shuddered and shook
as his cum shot into Mulder's ass. When he was done, he cleaned himself up,
pulled on his pants and looked at the man still cuffed to the large metal
container. He turned Mulder around to face him. Tears stained his cheeks,
and a look of horror was on his face as he looked at the con who held him
captive and had just raped him.
Without a word, Alex reached up and uncuffed Mulder from the container
and watched him slump to the floor. He was going to say something but
didn't. Instead, he walked out the door and back to his cell without saying
a single word to the man he'd just raped.
The next day, Alex was on an emotional high that he hadn't felt since he
found out he'd been accepted at Quantico. He kept his cool on the outside,
but on the inside, he was feeling giddy. He had actually done it! He had
overpowered Mulder and shown him who was really boss. He had made him his
bitch! Alex nearly smiled to himself as he entered the kitchen to start his
shift. He couldn't wait to see Mulder's face. All through his shift, he
looked over into the dining hall to see if he was there. When Mulder didn't
show by the end of the evening, he really smiled to himself. He must be
too afraid to come back. He's probably afraid of what I'll do to him.
Alex almost sniggered out loud as he walked back to his cell with the
others. He had scared a hack away from work! He tried not to grin as he got
back to his cell but couldn't help himself.
"What is it, Alex? You look surprisingly happy today," the
Smoking Man asked.
"I just had a really good day. How would you like a coffee,
The Smoking Man looked at him wryly. Alex never volunteered to get him
coffee; he always waited for him to ask. "Yes, Alex, that would be
quite nice, thank you." He watched as Alex bustled around, filling up
the tiny coffee maker that they were allowed. Alex was almost happy; this
was quite odd. "Alex, you didn't kill anyone today, did you?" He
took a long drag on his cigarette, letting the smoke drift out of his
Alex turned around and laughed at the man, making him raise an eyebrow.
"No, I didn't kill anyone. I just had a good day."
"I see." Spender sat back and waited for his coffee, finishing
his cigarette and starting another. He accepted the cup of dark, hot liquid
from Alex and took a sip before speaking. "You didn't fuck anyone
today, did you, Alex?"
"Excuse me?" Alex stared at the man in disbelief, a shock
running through him.
"There has to be a reason for your underlying good mood. Did you get
Spender looked up at him and narrowed his eyes, his mouth turned into his
familiar leer. "You had better not. Although I can't take pleasure with
you myself, that does not mean that you are free to do so with other men. If
I hear of such things, you can be sure that I will turn you out on your
Alex kept his cool exterior as he sat on the stool in the corner.
"I'm not fucking anybody. I'm not a fag, so how could I fuck
Spender took a sip of his coffee and a large drag off of his cigarette,
blowing the smoke in Alex's face before giving a cruel smile. "You're
right. You wouldn't let some gentleman fuck you up the ass, would you,
Spender leered at him before stubbing out his cigarette and leaned back
on the bunk. "They'd better not; you belong to me." He let the
statement sink in for a second before adding, "I'm out of Werther's,
"I'll get them right away." Alex hopped up off the stool and
left the cell, feeling like he wanted to throw up. I don't belong to that
black lunged monster. I don't belong to anybody. His shoulders sagged,
and the spring left his step, his good mood ruined as he thought about the
past 24 hours and went to get the old man his candy.
Fox Mulder lay on his couch in his living room, sipping a beer. His
vacation couldn't have come at a better time; he was dead tired and, at the
beginning of the week, his ass hurt. He had considered driving to Boston to
see Sam, but laziness had got the better of him, and now he was content to
lie on his couch and vegetate. He had been thinking of what Krycek had done
to him the week before, how he had turned the tables on him. The initial
shock had worn off by now, but he still felt uneasy about what happened.
In all his years as a guard, nothing like that had ever happened
to him before. He had never had an inmate take control from him like that.
Of course, he'd never repeatedly forced an inmate to have sex with him over
a period of several months before either. He had started working here, at
Cedar Junction, to support Samantha and send her through school. When she
was done, he applied for a transfer, to see the world, he had told himself.
He spent two years in Illinois, then three in Kansas. By then, he missed
home; he missed being close to Sam. When a spot opened up back in Cedar
Junction, he came back. He never did sell his parent's house; instead he had
rented it out to a couple who worked at the Pen. When he told them he was
coming back, they were ready to move on.
He finished his beer and placed the empty bottle on the table before he
rolled over onto his side. He tried to concentrate on the Nova Special he
was watching, but his thoughts kept coming back to Krycek. After he had left
the recycle room, Mulder had lain there for a few minutes before he pulled
himself together and went back to patrolling his beat. He was stunned more
than anything as he walked around, the cum seeping out of his ass to stain
his underwear. He finished his shift then went home, where he took a long,
hot shower, scrubbing the smell of Krycek off of his body.
Michael had come over yesterday evening; and they had sat around Mulder's
back yard, drinking beer and barbecuing some steaks. It was good to have
someone to talk to, to have a real friend around again. Unfortunately the
one thing he wanted to talk about, he couldn't divulge to his friend. What
would Mike think? He'd probably hate me. Mulder had acquaintances,
guards he palled around with, that he saw at the bar when the work week was
done, but he didn't have someone he could really call a friend, a buddy.
Once in awhile, he'd talk to Krycek, but he didn't offer up much in the way
of conversation. He mostly nodded and gave simple yes or no answers.
Occasionally, he swore that Krycek had started to smile but caught himself
before he let out an emotion and shut himself off completely.
His eyes started to close, images of Krycek holding the taser on him
running through his mind. He opened his eyes to drive the image away, but
his mind wouldn't let him. He fell into a fitful sleep, waking a few hours
later in a pool of sweat.
Alex was breaking down boxes in the recycle room, a frown on his face.
Mulder hadn't been to work for a week. At the beginning, Alex was elated; he
knew he had driven the hack away, scared him, made him aware that Alex was a
force to be reckoned with.
He sighed as he picked up another box and started flattening it. He
wouldn't admit to himself that he missed the man, instead rationalizing the
sulleness to lack of sexual activity. He shook his head, It wasn't sex,
it was rape, Alex! He nodded. He picked up another box but then put it
down and looked around. Right here, in this very room, was where the
violations had taken place, yet he felt no discomfort in here. He actually
felt...safe. He thought of Mulder, sucking on his nipples, pinching and
twisting them into hardness before his hand dipped down to caress his cock,
thumb spreading the pre-cum over the head.
"Stop it!" he hissed at himself, pacing the floor, his hands
clenching and unclenching.
He picked up the box again and tore into it, his hands shaking with the
anger that he felt at himself. He was your rapist, not your lover.
They would sometimes talk after they were finished, about sports, about
the weather. Mulder had asked him about his family once...
"Quit it!" Alex punched the large metal container that he had
been cuffed to so many times. "He's not my friend. I hate him for what
he did to me." Alex kicked one of the boxes, almost screaming in
frustration at the images assaulting his brain. "He raped me, he's not
my friend...he fucked me...I hate him."
Alex closed his eyes and breathed deeply, unsuccessfully trying to push
the memories from his mind. He thought of Mulder's strong back and
shoulders, how he would dig his stubble into his back as he took him from
behind. His smell, of musk and arousal and a hint of spice. His hands,
always holding him, or caressing him, touching him in just the right places.
His mouth, the mouth that never touched his own yet nipped a trail across
his shoulder blades. That lower lip, luscious like a ripened piece of fruit,
just waiting to be nibbled on. His cock, his hard, large, cut cock, ready
for his mouth. At first he gagged, but then he started to enjoy the feel of
the velvety shaft inside his mouth, his tongue sliding over the head,
teasing the slit. Then he'd be spun around, or draped over a stack of
newspapers as Mulder took him from behind, every stroke sending immense
pleasure throughout his body.
Alex locked the door then reached down and adjusted himself in his prison
issue blues. Yeah, Mulder knew how to make him feel good. He leaned against
the steel bin full of cardboard and brought out his hardening cock, stroking
himself gently. If Mulder were here right now, he'd just be entering him
with his fingers, stretching Alex wide to accommodate him. Alex pulled his
pants off and kneeled down on the floor, his legs spread wide. He put two
fingers in his mouth, wetting them well, before he bent forward slightly,
leaning against a stack of newspapers for balance as he so often did when
Mulder fucked him, and reached back with his hand to his puckered opening.
He pressed inward, allowing his moist digits to probe inside. His other hand
was still stroking his cock, making himself harder.
He dug in deeper, hooking his finger slightly, searching for that spot
that Mulder seemed to find immediately. It took him a minute, but finally,
the pleasure point was found, bringing a gasp to his lips. Alex moaned as he
moved his fingers in and out of his ass, while his other hand pumped at his
cock. He started moving his hips back and forth, fucking himself on his
fingers and into his hand at the same time. His eyes were closed, and his
mouth was parted slightly, his breath coming out in gasps.
"Yeah, baby...yeah, give it to me, baby."
Alex moved his hips faster, digging in harder, a third finger joining the
two already in his ass. He was close. It was coming; he could feel it in the
base of his spine and the bottom of his balls. He moved faster, sweat
forming on his upper lip. He wanted someone to kiss; he wanted someone to
hold...he wanted Mulder. Yes, he wanted Mulder, here, fucking him, breathing
heavily into his ear, his stubble scratching his neck. He wanted to feel
those strong arms around him as he was cuffed, his hands above his head,
helpless, in Mulder's control.
"Yeah baby, fuck me. Fuck me, Mulder, yeah, fuck me!" Alex bit
his lower lip hard enough to almost draw blood as he came, his pearly white
fluid making a slick puddle on the floor before him. He remained in his
position, his fingers up his ass, his hand gripping his cock tightly, as he
shuddered under the orgasm's power. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes,
blinking at the harsh light assaulting his dilated pupils. Slowly he stood
and found the wipes hidden behind the pop can crates, then cleaned himself
and the floor up. He tossed the boxes that were on the floor into the bin,
opened the door, turned off the lights, and went back to join the others in
Alex had barely slept all night; he kept thinking about that moment when
he realized he wanted Mulder, when he called Mulder's name as he came. What
was happening to him? How could he want the man who repeatedly raped him?
How could he want a man? But even as he thought that, he remembered
how even the first time, painful and humiliating as it was, Mulder hadn't
done him any lasting physical harm and had made him come. No, no, no!
he thought. He raped me and he's twisting my mind, trying to make me
think he didn't. Alex tossed restlessly in his bunk, desperately trying
to understand what was happening to him.
He could understand, if not forgive, the rape since he understood why
Mulder did it. After Mulder had told him about his longtime friendship with
Michael Lindsey, Jamie Ryder's lover, Alex had been surprised that Mulder
hadn't hurt him more when he had the chance. But that hadn't made it any
better and hadn't stopped him from turning the tables on Mulder when he had
Alex was starting to think that that had been his biggest mistake
yet. Now he knew how good it felt to be inside the man, and he couldn't
blame it on Mulder forcing him. He'd liked it, and he wondered what it would
be like to fuck Mulder when he was willing. Or how it would feel to be
fucked by Mulder if he wasn't fighting the pleasure, if he let him take him.
The following day Alex dragged himself through his work, so tired he
could barely keep his eyes open. Between that and being distracted by his
thoughts of Mulder, he was in a fog most of the day.
It had been a full week since he'd seen Mulder now, and he wondered if
he'd transferred to another cellblock. He hoped not, not now that he'd
realized that he wanted to see the man again, wanted to understand what was
happening between them. He was on garbage detail again tonight, hauling the
bags out to the dumpster, then he'd have to take care of the recycling since
two men got paroled today. He tossed a bag into the huge dumpster, freezing
when he sensed someone behind him.
"This seems familiar."
Alex whirled around at the sound of the quiet monotone, a huge grin
spreading across his face when he saw Mulder standing behind him.
Mulder was more than a little surprised at Krycek's reaction to seeing
him. The last time he'd seen the man a week ago, he'd been walking away
after raping him. "Miss me, Krycek?" he asked sarcastically,
stunned when the younger man blushed furiously. "You did!"
Alex couldn't meet his eyes, staring at the ground, noticing as he
glanced up nervously that Mulder was hard. Maybe he hadn't been avoiding him
because of what happened. "Where've you been?" he asked quietly.
"On vacation," Mulder shrugged.
"Yeah, I had a week coming to me."
Relief washed across Alex's face at those words, and he smiled faintly at
the guard before him. "That's good." He started shoving more
garbage up and into the bin. Then he stopped and turned back to Mulder,
"I thought maybe, I..."
"Nothing. Just that what happened last week, when I..." Alex
trailed off and crossed his arms across his chest.
Mulder laughed out loud, "You didn't think you drove me away,
Alex took a deep breath. This was it. Decision time. He could give a
smart ass answer, and they would continue as they'd been, or he could take a
chance and tell the truth. Either Mulder would laugh at him and totally
humiliate him, or maybe, just maybe, they could get past everything that had
happened. He forced himself to look up, meeting the hazel eyes that watched
him. "I hoped not."
Mulder couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What?"
Alex opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He couldn't make himself say
anything else, not till he knew what Mulder felt, what he really wanted from
him. He just stared at the man he'd considered his enemy, his worst
punishment in this hellhole, for the last few months and who now might be...
he wasn't sure what.
Mulder didn't move, but something softened in his eyes, and Alex felt
hopeful. Chewing on his lower lip, he slowly reached toward Mulder, cupping
his palm around the guard's jaw, feeling the stubble rasp against the
sensitive flesh. He rubbed his thumb over that full bottom lip that he'd
been refusing to admit he was fantasizing about, tugging it down, then
gasping when Mulder caught his thumb between his teeth.
Mulder reached for Krycek, his hand tracing the rigid cock in his
trousers. He wasn't quite sure what had happened to turn the man from raping
him the last time he'd seen him to practically offering himself to Mulder
today, but he couldn't deny he wanted the little slut anymore. If Krycek was
willing now, so much the better.
Alex stared at Mulder, slightly stunned at how aroused he was now that he
had admitted to himself that he really did want this man. He suddenly
stepped back, unfastened and shucked his pants, and turned around, bracing
his hands against the side of the dumpster. He spread his legs, wriggling
his ass slightly at Mulder as he glanced over his shoulder at the older man,
the long lashes shadowing his eyes. Mulder just gaped at him in disbelief.
"Come on, Mulder, take me again, here, like you did that first
time." Alex twisted around so he could meet Mulder's eyes. "I want
Mulder was still stunned, but his body was quite clear on what it wanted
to do when confronted with Alex's tempting ass. He started to grab Alex,
then stopped. He hesitated for a moment, then reached into his pocket,
pulling out the lube he'd placed there that afternoon before coming to work.
He hadn't admitted to himself that he'd intended to see Krycek again after
what had happened, but here he was, where he knew he'd find Krycek, and
wasn't it convenient that he just happened to have lube in his pocket. He
hadn't used any with the convict up till now, not wanting to make it any
easier on him, but something had changed. He didn't want to think about it.
He just wanted to feel himself sheathed in that ass again.
He squeezed out some lube, hastily applying it to himself, then smoothing
it into Krycek, smiling when he saw how the man pushed back onto his
Alex felt Mulder's fingers slide inside him easily, stroking him, hitting
that spot that made him see stars and cry out in ecstasy. He moaned, letting
himself enjoy it, riding them, loving every second. He whimpered in protest
when the fingers pulled out of him, but Mulder stroked his back soothingly.
"I've got something better for you, baby. You're gonna like this soo
much," Mulder purred in his ear, rubbing his cock along Alex's crack,
teasing him with what he wanted. "Open yourself for me; show me where
you want me."
Alex gasped at the words but spread his legs wider and braced a shoulder
against a relatively clean spot on the dumpster. He reached around behind
himself and grasped his cheeks, spreading them for Mulder.
Mulder smiled. "You're such a slut, Krycek. I knew you were under
that cocky attitude."
Alex flinched at the harsh words and started to straighten up, suddenly
wondering if he'd made a huge mistake. But Mulder pressed a hand into the
small of his back, holding him down.
"Don't you move, Krycek! You offered, and I'm taking you up on it.
You're mine now." And with that, Mulder slid inside Krycek in a long,
slow glide. Both men gasped at the sensation, and Alex pushed back against
Mulder, trying to draw him even deeper. His hands were now on Mulder's ass,
pulling on him, until Mulder reached down and moved them to the dumpster so
Alex could brace himself. Mulder reached around Krycek, taking hold of his
cock and stroking in counterpoint to his thrusts inside the man.
Alex was going insane as he let himself enjoy what Mulder was doing to
him this time. It had always felt good, but now that he wasn't fighting it,
it was incredible. He loved the fullness inside him and the tightness of
Mulder's slightly rough hand on his cock. He didn't realize that Mulder was
concentrating on him this time, determined to make him come while Mulder was
still inside him. Then he felt Mulder's teeth nipping at his shoulders and
neck, and he arched his head back, making his throat accessible.
Mulder sucked on Krycek's throat for a moment before regretfully making
himself let go. Much as he'd love to mark the younger man, he knew he
couldn't. If the Smoking Man saw a mark on him, he'd withdraw his protection
or kill him himself. Even if he didn't kill Krycek, being turned out without
his protection and with a mark like that on him would make his pretty ass
fair game for every bastard in the place. Mulder did not want to share.
Krycek was his.
Krycek was emitting little gasping sobs with every thrust, and his nails
scrabbled uselessly at the metal sides of the dumpster, seeking something,
anything, to grasp on to. Mulder was nibbling on his ear now, licking it,
blowing on it, making him shudder with the overwhelming sensations racing
through his body.
"Touch yourself, Krycek," Mulder breathed in his ear,
"pinch your nipples; feel how good it is. You want to come, don't you?
Do what I tell you, and I'll make you feel sooo good."
Alex whimpered. His hips were jerking wildly, pushing back onto Mulder
then forward into his hand in a frenzy. Every thrust inside him hit that
pleasure point that Mulder had introduced him to, sending white hot shocks
of pleasure through his body. He brought one shaking hand to his body,
rubbing it over his chest, teasing his already hard nipples, then pinched
one of the rigid buds. The slight pain of his nails digging in felt so good,
and the pleasure reverberated through him. Mulder had been watching, and
when he saw Alex's eyes widen at the sensation, he thrust hard into him and
rubbed his thumb over the sensitive spot on the underside of the head of
Alex's cock at the same moment as he bit lightly on his throat.
The combination of sensations all at once was too much for Alex, and he
came, shoving a fist into his mouth to muffle his shriek of completion.
Mulder reveled in feeling Alex's muscle ripple around him, milking him of
every drop of fluid, and he muffled his own groan of pleasure in the younger
man's shoulder. He kept one arm around the limp man's waist, holding him up
while he regained his breath.
After a moment, Mulder raised his come-covered hand to Alex's mouth,
surprised when the man eagerly licked it clean, then sucked on his fingers.
Mulder lowered his hand again, ignoring Krycek's murmur of protest when his
fingers slid out of his mouth, and scraped some of the fluid off his belly
with one finger. Mulder pulled out of Alex, gaining a faint sigh from him,
then turned him around so they were face to face. He stared into Krycek's
eyes as he raised his hand to his lips, then licked it clean. He did that
again and again under Krycek's fascinated gaze, then curved his hand around
the back of the younger man's neck, pulling him in closer so he could kiss
him for the first time.
Alex remained rigid with surprise at first, not knowing how to react, but
slowly, as Mulder's tongue gently traced the line of his lips, he relaxed
and opened for him, letting that tongue slip inside his own mouth to twine
around his tongue. He tasted himself, and under that a faintly sweet,
faintly spicy flavor that could only be Mulder. He pressed forward into the
kiss, tentatively sliding his arms around Mulder's waist, tightening his
grasp when Mulder didn't object.
Eventually the need to breathe forced Mulder to pull back, and he stared
into Krycek's eyes questioningly for a long moment. Apparently satisfied
with what he saw, he pressed Krycek's head to his shoulder, holding it there
while one hand stroked the soft, sable hair. Krycek sighed quietly and
snuggled closer, relaxing into Mulder's embrace, soothed by the repetitious
Alex released Mulder immediately when the older man stepped back. He
looked up, meeting Mulder's gaze curiously, gaining a small smile.
"Get dressed," the guard instructed quietly, and Alex nodded.
"Mulder," he started, but he was silenced by the other man's
finger on his lips.
"Not now. You have to get back inside before someone comes looking
Once he was cleaned up and dressed again, Alex went back in as
instructed, but not without an anxious glance thrown over his shoulder.
Despite Mulder's half-smile, he left no more certain of what was happening
between them than he'd been before he saw Mulder again. He'd have been
surprised to know that Mulder was as confused as he was.
After Alex disappeared back inside, Mulder slumped down on a box, burying
his face in his hands. What the fuck was that? Shit, I had the perfect
opportunity to humiliate the bastard, to make him pay for what he did, and
instead I... I made love to him! What the hell is happening to me? I
can't actually give a damn about Alex Krycek, can I? His thoughts were a
welter of confusion. All he knew was that he hadn't been able to hurt
Krycek, not when he saw the vulnerability in those big green eyes. Mulder
groaned and headed inside back to work, not wanting to think about it
Alex was on cloud nine as he walked back to his cell. He desperately
wanted to turn around and go back to Mulder and hold him and kiss him again.
He could still feel their lips pressed together, Mulder's tongue stroking
the inside of his mouth. He stifled a smile and continued walking, not
letting anyone else know what he was thinking about.
He finally got to his cell, but when he looked inside, he saw a young man
beating on the Smoking Man. Alex stood there for a minute, unsure what to
do. After watching the young man punch the Smoking Man in the face over and
over again, he finally came to his aid.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" he finally asked.
"Leave us alone!" The young man turned towards him, a shank in
his hand. "This is between me and him."
Alex stepped back and looked upon the scene. The young man looked down at
the old man, a familiar leer on his lips. "This is for Mom and all the
pain and grief you caused her, you black lunged motherfucker!" Then the
young man stabbed the Smoking Man, over and over again, the blood arching
high into the air and spattering the walls. "Fuck you, Dad! Fuck
you!" the young man screamed as the sharp object jabbed into his father
again and again.
Alex stepped backwards out the door to his cell until he was at the
railing of the catwalk. He looked at all the blood in his cell; he couldn't
believe it. He barely noticed the guards coming to see what the commotion
was and the lockdown that followed. Alex just stood there, expressionless,
watching. Finally, they subdued the young man with their clubs and dragged
him away, a red trail of blood smearing along the catwalk as they went. One
of the guards came up and cuffed Alex to the railing.
A booming voice beside him shocked Alex back to reality. "What the
fuck is going on here? I told you to keep Jeff Spender away from here and in
his own block! Goddamn it, now we're in a shitload of trouble!" Skinner
turned and screamed at his guards, "Who the fuck is on that gate? I
want him in my office, NOW!" Skinner stalked away, leaving Alex and the
guards to deal with the mess.
Alex could hear the whispering through the air vents as the news of what
happened ran like wildfire through the block. He could see the little hand
mirrors poking out from between the bars, reflecting the action to the cells
down the tier.
"Goddamn, he bled like a stuck pig," one of the guards
commented as the maintenance crew arrived.
"C'mon, Krycek, you've got some questions to answer," the guard
said as he led him away to Skinner's office. Out of the corner of his eye,
Alex could see Mulder lurking, his face expressionless.
After hours of interrogation, they finally let Alex go. The hacks
realized he didn't know anything. Alex, however, found out that the young
man who had killed CGB Spender was none other than Jeffrey Spender, his son.
It seemed the younger Spender had held a grudge against his old man for
years. When he found out he was in this prison, he actually robbed a bank so
he could come here and kill his father. Talk about focused.
Alex looked around, admiring the cleanliness of everything, the smell of
bleach in the air. The top bunk had a new, bare mattress on it, and the
Smoking Man's effects had vanished, leaving Alex completely alone. He was
about to smile at the prospect of being alone, finally, for the first time
in months, when he heard a voice emanate from the grate at the top of his
cell by the ceiling.
"Krycek?" It was Wilkes, from the cell next door. He was a
small time drug dealer and pimp who was putting his cellie's kids through
college. The biker had saved him from being shanked out in the yard one day,
and Wilkes was so grateful that he agreed to put $1,000 per month in the
biker's kids' college fund. He figured it was easier to hire muscle than
Alex stood on the desk and whispered back, "What?"
"You gotta watch your back, Krycek."
"You think I don't know that! What did you hear?"
"Fitzpatrick's still pissed that you kicked his ass, and now that
the Smoking Man's dead, he wants a piece of you."
"That was months ago!"
Wilkes snorted, "The Irish don't forget grudges easily. Look at
"Be careful, Krycek."
Alex hopped off the desk and sat down on his bunk, his head in his hands.
He didn't know if he should laugh or cry. What a fucked up day. He fell in
love, his protection was killed, but he didn't really care about that second
point right now. He was actually quite grateful that he wouldn't have to
look at his craggy old face anymore. He shook his head and went over to the
small sink in the corner, where he splashed cold water on his face, trying
hard not to think of the Irish and their threats.
He crawled into bed as the lights went out, the thin blanket covering his
boxer short-clad body. He closed his eyes and thought of Mulder fucking him
from behind as Alex spread his cheeks, ready and waiting. Alex allowed
himself to harden as his hand wandered down to the waistband of his boxers,
then dipped inside and caressed the rigid flesh. He had never jerked off
before in his cell, not wanting to do anything remotely sexual around the
Smoking Man. But now the Smoking Man was dead, and he was alone in his cell;
he could do this all night, if he wanted to.
He rolled over on his side, his back shielding his actions from any
passing guard. His hand gripped himself as he thought of Mulder's large cock
filling his mouth; it tasted so good. He wished he'd had a chance to taste
him again today, but he'd have another chance soon, maybe even tomorrow.
Alex swallowed as his mouth worked as if Mulder's cock was already there,
sucking and licking at the air. He put two fingers in his mouth and sucked
on those instead, imagining them to be Mulder's hardness. His hand worked at
his cock, his thumb teasing the slit and working the pre-cum down to
lubricate the shaft. He came with a grunt, biting his fingers so he wouldn't
make too much noise. He cleaned himself up, then lay there, spent, snuggling
his face into his pillow, cuddling back against the cold brick wall, wishing
it was Mulder
The next day, Alex kept his head up and his senses on full alert as he
went about his day. He hadn't seen Fitzpatrick all day, and that worried
him. He knew Fitzpatrick was planning something, but he knew that he would
probably make Alex wait, attacking him when he least expected it. That time
came when Alex went into the recycle room. There were three of them waiting
for him, Alex's arms full of bags of tin cans. One of them shut the door
while the other came up behind him and held him as Fitzpatrick laid the
boots to him. Alex didn't stand a chance.
Not surprisingly, it was Mulder who found him, twenty minutes later,
bleeding and beaten, barely breathing. He immediately dropped to his knees
and cradled his head in his hands.
"Krycek, Krycek....Alex." Mulder caressed the blood soaked hair
with his thumb. "Alex, who did this to you?"
He called me Alex.
"Who did this to you?"
Alex shook his head slightly, then closed his eyes.
"Fuck!" Mulder snapped into action, leaving Alex on the floor
as he called for help. Within a few minutes, a gurney was wheeling him away
to the infirmary. Mulder could only watch as his new lover was taken away.
He had to stay at his post and try and find out what happened to Krycek. He
knew no one was going to talk and it was a waste of time, so he just stood
there, against the dining room wall, ears ready to hear any gossip. On his
way home, he stopped by the infirmary to see how Alex was.
"Hey, Mulder, what's up?"
"Not much. You still rebuilding that old Camaro?"
"Yeah, a few more weeks and I'll be able to start that sucker."
"How're Connie and the kids?"
"She's fine; they're growing like weeds. Never have more than two,
Mulder, five is just way too many to handle."
Mulder laughed, "Hey, how's that Krycek kid? He sure got the shit
kicked out of him."
Pendrell whistled, "Yeah, no kidding. We had to transfer him to the
hospital for surgery. Broken ribs, punctured spleen, broken arm."
Pendrell paused as he reached for a report. "Oh yeah, cuts, abrasions,
and a concussion."
"Wow." Mulder felt sick as he heard the list of Krycek's
"Yeah, he should be just getting out of surgery now. He should be
back here in a couple of days. They'll keep him sedated until then."
"Hey, thanks, Bri."
"No problem, Mulder." Pendrell paused for a moment, "I
hear Michael's back in town."
"Yeah, he's back for awhile, until he finds a new job."
"You guys should come over one day. It'll be just like old
Mulder smiled at Pendrell, remembering how they used to hang out together
and get in trouble as kids. Brian was the only one in this town who didn't
pass judgement on anyone. He didn't care what you were on the outside; he
cared who you were as a person on the inside. "Thanks, Bri, we'll do
Mulder left the infirmary and drove to the hospital, still in uniform. He
found the room Alex was in, a guard posted outside the door. He was just
about to enter the room, but the nurse stopped him, thinking he was there to
"Look, he's been through enough as it is. Can't you guys just leave
him alone to rest? You've got him shackled to the bed for god sakes. I don't
care what he did, you can't treat sick people this way."
"I just want to know how he is. He got attacked on my shift; I'm
responsible. I need his condition for my report."
The nurse snorted, then looked down at the chart. "He's going to be
fine, as long as you leave him alone."
"I'm not going to touch him, I just want to see him."
The nurse looked up at Mulder, then at the clock above his head.
"You've got one minute; you do anything to him, and I'll lodge a formal
Mulder nodded and followed the nurse inside the room. He looked down at
Alex's battered face, his beautiful cheekbones marred by contusions. His
nose was wide and swollen, and there were knuckle marks on his forehead.
Mulder wanted to touch him, to take his hand in his and let him know that it
would be all right, but he couldn't. He thanked the nurse then left, going
back to his car, where he sat in a dark corner of the hospital parking lot
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