The Moon and The MonsterSynopsis: Based on "X-Cops" (Season 7), the story starts when the two FBI agents joined with the local PD to investigate the unseen monster that has attacked and terrorized the streets of LA. And Mulder finds it.. Note: This story is first published at 2002: A Cube Oddity.The actual dialogues between Mulder and Wetzel are applied here. The rest is my own. Thanks: Mars who gave this beta'ed version with insight and encouragement.
 Mulder cracked a sunflower seed between his teeth, glancing up at the full moon over the Los Angeles sky through the squad car windshield. Officer Keith Wetzel suddenly burst out like a man who had been holding his breath for too long. "You really believe me, huh? You really believe I saw what I thought I saw?" "Yeah, I believe you." "Why?" "Why do I believe you?" "Yeah. I mean, what proof do you have what I'm saying is real? I mean, it's not...it's not on the video tape." "The camera doesn't always tell the whole story." "And what about your partner? Does she believe me?" Mulder hesitated. "I don't think she thinks you're lying." But she doesn't believe your story either, he bit back the last comment. "Yeah, but what? Maybe I'm crazy? You know, I've been on the job 18 months--all I ever wanted to do. Right out of the gate, I get some kind of rep like I'm crazy? I mean, you know how cops are. How's somebody supposed to live that down?" He knew the guy was close to breaking down. Wetzel had seen a monster nobody believed exist, and he was seeking an approval of his sanity, trying to make people understand, to believe in what he had seen, or else trying to make himself believe that he'd really seen it. Mulder had heard these words before, a retort from a rookie to his senior that he wasn't really giving the young agent a chance to prove himself. And a trembling voice from the past. He had a gun. He was going to shoot you. Shaking eyes looking up at him, silently begging him to believe. "I don't know. Uh, I guess just do good work," he said plainly, feeling bitter that these memories had been stirred up again. Damn the moon. "It's a hard enough job already, you know? You want to help people but it's like the freaking Wild West out here. You know people hate you? Every shift, I go out thinking...go ahead. I go out thinking, 'You know, there's somebody out there who wants to take me out. Am I going to run into him tonight?' And it's hard to have a fast-track career in law enforcement when everybody thinks you're nuts." "Tell me about it." Mulder glanced up at the moon again, sighing, and looked back at the road. Then he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. "Stop the car!" Wetzel stepped on the brakes. Before the car fully stopped, Mulder had pulled out of his safety belt and was running fast into an alley. "Where's he going?" the cameraman asked as Mulder disappeared into the darkness. "Maybe he saw it!" Wetzel unfastened himself and jumped out to follow Mulder who had already gone out of their sights. Mulder stopped at the end of the alley, looking around. He saw nothing but the sinister shades of blackness. The dim moonlight peeked its way through a small gap in the building, outlining the shape of the gun he held before him, ready to fire. His fingers hurt from clutching it, and the tension twitched inside his mind and his body. He knew he'd seen him. He remembered that shadow well; he could recognize it from a mile away. He could smell the leather, smell him, see him in his mind's eye. Krycek was here. He'd seen him. Mulder took another step forward, taking a short deep breath and catching that particular scent again. Leather. Gunpowder. Blood. Sex. Alex Krycek. Mulder felt an icy tingle on his neck, and before he could turn around to face the lurking monster in the shadows, a strong hand clamped his mouth from behind and pulled him into a tight embrace. "Hello, Mulder," breathed a rough whisper into his ear. Mulder's heart skipped a beat, red anger flashing behind his eyes the next second. Growling, he grabbed Krycek's hand, trying to wrench it free from his mouth and his nose. But Krycek pulled him in closer than he thought was possible, wrapping his fake arm tightly around Mulder's waist. The plastic pressed into his stomach so hard it hurt. Mulder squirmed against the taut body that was cutting out the air from his lungs, and his ass accidentally rubbed Krycek's erection. The man hissed in his ear. "Behave, Mulder," Krycek said raggedly, his hips moving slowly but firmly against Mulder's cheeks. "You don't want to hurt yourself, do you?" Mulder shouted, but the words were indistinct, and it sounded more like a gasp combined with a desperate groan. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he shot the question at Krycek as he loosened his grip to let just enough room for him to speak. "I saw you on TV. I had to come here and fuck you." "Wha-" and the hand pressed hard on his mouth again. Krycek lowered his left hand to Mulder's crotch and began rubbing it up and down, applying some pressure. His fingers followed the contour of Mulder's cock inside the jeans. On the way up, he dragged his hand slightly to the left, where he found a blooming bulge just below Mulder's belly. Sliding down to meet the hardening base, he pressed a little, forcing another gasp from Mulder. Then, sliding up, he lingered at the tip, twisting his wrist and using the heel of his palm to knead Mulder slowly but steadfastly until he felt Mulder's body go limp in his arms. Mulder's breath moistened Krycek's palm. The soft lips moved as the agent let out a soft puff into his hand. He grinned and loosened his grip a bit, deciding that Mulder was not going to be able to fight him in the next 30 minutes, at least. He slid his good hand to unzip Mulder and took out his cock. Once freed from his grasp, Mulder turned his head to look at Krycek. But before any insults or questions could shoot out from Mulder's lips, Krycek covered them with his own. He kissed Mulder deeply, thrusting his tongue inside and sucking Mulder's into his mouth. Mulder jerked once from the intensity of the kiss, then groaned loudly into Krycek's mouth. Krycek liked what he heard, so he squeezed the head gently before he began stroking. Krycek tasted creamy, and Mulder drank in his taste. Suddenly Krycek pulled back and licked the inside of his upper lip. He followed to claim back the deep kiss, but Krycek pulled further back. "Look at me." Mulder looked, seeing two tiny rings of moonlight in Krycek's dark eyes. They were screaming of lust that had driven the man to seek the other in the darkness. He closed his own eyes, feeling Krycek could eat him alive just by staring at him this way. And his hand...it felt incredible. Strong and blazing, leaving a trail of fire along the length of his weeping cock. The thumb rubbed his slit, and precome flew deliciously into Krycek's palm. Krycek was familiar yet alien enough to keep Mulder aroused. He sent Mulder higher and higher with his working hand and mouth, kissing and biting Mulder's neck from behind. Krycek walked them both to the wall while he kept jerking Mulder off. The agent could barely walk on his own legs while he was being pushed forward, and it was Krycek who supported him to face the wall. He looked down at his waist, seeing his own cock in Krycek's pale, slick hand, the shiny head glistened against the moonlight, and he felt a shiver run through his body, making him harder. He bucked his hips into the palm and faltered, "What...what are you doing here in LA?" Krycek growled and took his mouth again. Mulder knew that the answer remained the one told a moment earlier. He braced himself against the wall while Krycek roughly pulled down his pants. The next minute the mouth and the hand were gone and he heard a popping sound, followed by two cool fingers pressing against his anus, rubbing and sliding in. He looked up, seeing the moon pass behind the clouds. This was madness. Krycek was fingering the soft walls of his ass and Mulder felt he needed it more than anything he'd ever wanted. There was no sound in the background, no sirens of the squads, no gunshots, no screaming, nothing. Here all was silent, and the only sound he heard was Krycek's whisper in his ear. "I'm going to make you believe, Mulder." Krycek pushed his fingers deeper, curling them upward and pressing on the hard little dome, making Mulder bolt upright. His back arched and he moaned raggedly while his ass clenched around the fingers. Krycek bit his lip as his cock pushed painfully against his jeans, watching Mulder writhing and groaning as he massaged the spot. So much for his restraint. He rubbed it one more time and pulled out. Mulder's body slumped as if it had been supported by Krycek's two fingers. Krycek tore the condom wrap with his teeth, almost spilling it to the ground at the sight of Mulder pliant and ready to be fucked under the moonlight. "Spread your legs." Mulder heard a soft, husky voice behind him and he spread his legs wide. Krycek pressed against him and then pushed. He cried out. Krycek was buried deep inside of him--full, massive, hard, burning. The moon blurred from the tears in his eyes. It was sharp, like being shot by a needle, and the pain stayed. He drew away but Krycek followed, pressing their bodies against the wall. Krycek's hand locked around his waist, pulling him back hard while thrusting forward, and his ass was pinned to Krycek's cock. He waited for it to subside, but Krycek didn't let it happen; he shoved back and forth, repeating the pain. Mulder felt the tightness in his erection beginning to fade, and realized what Krycek meant to do to him. And the man did it, again and again and again. He didn't want to feel this way. Not now. He didn't need this fear and pain. Not after Krycek had kissed him as if they were lovers. He called silently, no. "I have to hurt you, Mulder," Krycek whispered. "You've been hurting me." He thrust. Mulder wheezed and his shoulders tightened. A hammer. "You never believe any word I say." A more forceful shove and Mulder cried out. "You lied to me!" "You treated me like I'm a piece of shit." Krycek angled and hit Mulder's prostate again, tearing a harsh moan from Mulder's throat. Krycek moved faster and deeper inside of him, each thrust ripping his breath and conscience, and his cock was hard again. He closed his eyes, shutting Krycek out like he always had. He didn't need this. He didn't need what Krycek was giving him. "You..." Krycek was panting, his hips now moving in short, deep strokes. "I want you, Mulder. Why can't you just believe me?" Mulder's eyes snapped open and he saw the moon smiling down at them. "Why are you afraid of me?" Krycek's voice was a shaking breath, almost a plea. He slowed down into languid, sensual caresses, and then the pain vanished, replaced by Krycek's heat sizzling up and down his spine. "You want me, Mulder." Mulder felt something inside of him break and he began to sob as Krycek resumed his pace little by little. His forehead bumped against the wall with Krycek riding him firmly from behind. "You can't deny me," Krycek gritted against his neck. "It's the truth. Take it, Mulder." One deep thrust and Mulder came, shooting his come into the wall and onto the ground, crying and moaning with a ragged howl. His body convulsed and he felt a pulsation as Krycek let out a hoarse yell and came in him. Timelessness. Truth. Monster. Alex Krycek. The last thing he felt was Krycek whispering into his ear. Take it. ..... When he came back down to earth again, Mulder saw Wetzel and the cameraman kneeling beside him. Wetzel's face was anxious, and he was checking Mulder for signs of attack. The FBI agent's face flushed; his forehead was slightly bruised, his pulse raced and his lips were reddened, but there were no injuries as he had expected. "Agent Mulder, are you okay? Have you been attacked? Have you been hit in the head?" Mulder shook his head. "Yes. No. No...I'm fine." He looked up at the camera lens that stared at him and snarled, "Put that away, will you?" "What happened?" Wetzel holstered his gun when Mulder got up to his feet. He winced as a tiny dull ache hit him. "What did you see? Was it 'it'? The monster?" "Maybe." Mulder rubbed his face and looked back at the wall. There was not a single trace of his semen, nor a sign of a used condom. Not even the smell that should have lingered in the air. Everything had disappeared as if it had never happened. They walked back to the car, and Mulder got in. Wetzel kept asking him about what had happened, insisting that they had searched for Mulder in the alley but hadn't seen him. The cameraman said Wetzel had panicked and told him that Mulder had been killed or taken away. "Are you sure you're okay, Agent Mulder?" Wetzel asked again. He assured them that he was doing fine, and that they should rush to the morgue to meet Scully. If they were suspicious, they didn't let him know. It was almost 4 AM and he said they had a more critical situation to deal with rather than his slight fuzziness. Wetzel seemed to believe now that Mulder had meant it when he said he believed the cop and the story of his monster. Mulder tried to think that he'd seen an illusion, leaping at him from the darkness and alling him to face his biggest fear. But like Wetzel, he couldn't deny it. The sting in his body and the searing mark on his neck told him that it had been real. He looked up at the sky, and the moon was fading. |
