"Scully, it's an X-file!" Fox Mulder sat on his desk, excitement gleaming in 
his hazel eyes.

"They're serial murders, Mulder. Not exactly an X-file." She rolled her 
eyes as her partner bounced in place.

"Oh, come on Scully. They were drained. Exsanguinated. Their blood was 
sucked out. I'd say that makes it an X-file."

The short redhead paced the cramped room. "We've seen victims in this state 
before; not often, but it does happen. There's nothing to suggest that 
anything other than a set of senseless, bizarre killings have taken place. 
Now granted, we need to catch this killer, but I doubt there's anything that 
calls for labeling this an X-file."

"What about the bite marks on them?"

A sigh. "What bitemarks?"

Mulder pulled out a manila folder, opening it and extracting photos of the 4 
victims that had turned up in the last week. "These bite marks." He 
pointed. On each corpse, two sets of marks were plainly visible. Twin holes 
puncturing the throat and left wrist. The marks on the wrist were darker, as 
if intense pressure had been applied to them prior to death. No traces of 
spilled blood showed anywhere in the pictures, except for perhaps a few spots 
on torn shirts and blouses.

"All right, granted that is a little unusual, but it's no reason to assume --"

"*Unusual*? Someone--some*thing* sucked their blood out. And what do you 
know of that does that?"

Scully groaned, dropping a hand over her closed eyes. "Let me guess. 
Vampires?"

Mulder beamed. "Exactly!"

"Mulder...what would vampires be doing in D.C.?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Sightseeing?"

~~~~~~~~~~

"It's big." Xander looked up at the obelisk. The Washington Monument 
towered over them, looming against the starlit backdrop of the night sky.

"That it is, pet."

Xander turned in Spike's arms, rubbing up against his Sire. "I'm horny."

Cocking an eyebrow, the blonde asked, "Starin' at the Washington Monument 
makes you horny? Those Lincoln and Jefferson Memorials didn't seem to do 
much for you."

Xander grinned, licking his lips. "Yeah. But this one gives me ideas. All 
huge, and erect, jutting up in the air like that. Reminds me of you." He 
pulled back and stealthily made his way to the base of the monument, Spike 
following close behind.

"Pet? What are you planning?"

"C'mon, let's climb to the top!" He leered over his shoulder. "I wanna fuck 
at the top of this giant stone penis."

"I'm all for that." Sporting matching grins, the two vampires snuck inside.

The climb to the top took an inordinate amount of time, as they kissed at 
each of the 897 steps, not leaving one out. Finally, there were no more 
steps, and Spike picked up his Childe, carrying him farther into the room. 
He tossed the brunette to the floor and began to strip.

Xander drooled as his lover's flesh was revealed. Quickly, he regained his 
feet, flinging his clothes off in haste. A moan escaped him as he was 
crushed to his Sire's chest, his mouth plundered.

Spike looked around the room, noting the windows. He pulled Xander over to 
one, shoving him up against it. The thought of the view anyone with a 
high-powered telescope pointed in their direction would get made him laugh 
wickedly.

Xander gasped as he came into contact with the chilled glass, wriggling his 
body closer to the blonde's. "Siiiire!"

"Got a problem, pet?" He reached down to take hold of Xander's leaking 
erection.

"Gaaah...mmmph." Xander suckled hungrily on the tongue that had forged its 
way into his open mouth.

Spike proceeded to rub himself ferociously up against his Childe, marking the 
younger vampire with his scent, claiming him. Tearing his mouth away from 
clinging lips, he spun the brunette around, pressing his front into the 
window. "Gonna fuck you now, luv. Up here, above the city, where anyone who 
wanted could see."

Xander nodded his head frantically, willingly submitting to whatever his Sire 
demanded of him. A low moan escaped him as cool fingers made their way 
between his lips.

"Get 'em wet for me, Xanpet. Gonna shove 'em up your arse, get you all 
stretched out for me. Then you can have my cock. You want my cock, don't 
you?"

Xander nodded again, sucking on the slim fingers, laving them with his mobile 
tongue. He pushed his ass back against Spike, rubbing the other's cock 
between his cheeks.

Snarling, Spike removed his fingers with a wet slurp, holding Xander in place 
with one hand while the other prodded for his opening. He hissed in 
satisfaction as the lubricated digits made their way inside his luscious 
Childe's body.

Whimpering sounds escaped from Xander's throat as his prostate was stroked 
harshly. He parted his legs, opening himself further for Spike's 
explorations.

"That's right, pet. You're hungry for it, aren't you? You crave it more 
than the blood that sustains you, don't you?" He removed his fingers, 
slamming himself into the loosened passage. 

Xander howled, hips writhing as he attempted to screw himself back onto the 
length of flesh drilling into him. He began to pant reflexively as his Sire 
fucked him hard, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting in once more, 
raking his prostate over and over. His hands scrabbled at the window for 
purchase, and his cock slid over the glass, leaving a sticky trail in its 
wake.

Spike's movements sped up, and he laced an arm around Xander's chest, 
twisting and pinching the stiff nipples he found there. With his other hand, 
he reached under Xander's cock, pushing against the flesh that was stretched 
tight around his still-moving cock. 

The touch caused Xander to squeeze his ass muscles in response, and Spike 
howled as the smooth walls surrounding him rippled. With a final thrust, he 
came hard, emptying himself deep inside his Childe's body. Still rocking 
softly, he tilted Xander's head to the side and bit down into the creamy neck.

As Spike's fangs pierced his flesh, Xander closed his eyes in ecstasy, 
clamping down on the softening flesh inside him, cum spraying out of his cock 
to coat the window.

Spike withdrew his fangs, licking the drops of blood that welled up. With a 
sigh, he pulled out of Xander's limp body, hoisting his Childe and carrying 
him back to where their clothes lay.

Xander blinked, grinning dazedly up at his Sire. Purring, he ran his hand up 
a bare leg. "Love it when you fuck me like that, Spikey. When you cum 
inside me, and I can feel you there for hours. Every time I move."

"Anytime luv." He kissed Xander softly and lovingly. "I'll fuck you any way 
you want me to."

"Mmmm, good." A few more kisses were exchanged, until Spike pulled away 
reluctantly.

"C'mon now, Xan. We gotta get a move on. Places to go, humans to drain. 
Pull yourself together!" Chuckling, he dressed, watching in hunger as Xander 
pouted for a moment, then dressed as well. "Aw, donâ€(tm)t look like that, luv. 
We still have all those steps to go back down!"

Xander perked up, nibbling his lower lip suggestively. Laughing, the 
vampires began their descent, already groping wildly. The only evidence of 
their impromptu visit was the musky scent of sex permeating the room, rising 
from a rapidly drying puddle of semen that had dripped down the window.

Part Two  

"Mulder, this is ridiculous."

Mulder popped some sunflower seeds into his mouth, raising an eyebrow. 
"What? All the other victims were frequent visitors to clubs in this 
district, it's not a stretch to think that the next one will be as well."

"Not that. The whole idea that we're dealing with some supernatural creature 
who lives off the blood of humans. It's a bit farfetched. Vampires are a 
myth!"

"Scully, Scully, Scully. I would have thought you'd have learned by now. 
All myths have a basis in reality. And some *are* the reality."

Slumping down into the front seat of the car, she gave her partner a sideways 
glare. "Fine. But if any bloodsucking fiends make an appearance, *you* get 
to arrest them."

Grinning, Mulder turned back to his surveillance of the club.

~~~~~~~~~~

Clear green eyes watched intently as two figures crept away from the obelisk. 
Silently, a leather-clad figure peeled itself away from the wall, darting 
from shadow to shadow, tailing them. Alex Krycek held his breath as the two 
paused, turning in place and sniffing the air. He closed his eyes briefly in 
relief as they moved on, the blonde pulling the dark haired one into a 
passionate kiss first.

Carefully, he followed them, using every skill he possessed to avoid 
detection. It was uncanny the way these two seemed to be so aware of their 
surroundings. //Then again, if what I've been told about them is true, it 
makes sense.//

He'd heard rumors about this duo. And old Smokey had ordered him to keep an 
eye on them, so some of what he'd heard must be true. //On the other hand, 
maybe they're just your average psycho killers trying to make a living.// He 
snickered silently.

He had to admit, though -- from a professional standpoint, they were good. 
Silent, fast, deadly. Everything a killer could wish for. Although they 
certainly had an...interesting MO, to say the least. //Wonder if the old man 
is going to try and recruit them?//

He stopped walking, darting behind a nearby car as the two he was following 
made their way inside an abandoned warehouse. //Home sweet home?// He 
peered through a grimy window, cursing as he lost sight of the men. 
Debating, he finally decided to follow them inside.

With as little noise as possible, he snuck through the building, following 
the faint sounds that sounded like someone...crying?

He saw a flash of movement, and pulled out a pair of binoculars. Focusing 
them, he stared in shock. There was a young girl, in her early twenties 
perhaps, tied spread-eagled on a bed. She was frantically trying to squirm 
away from the two who were looking at her with intense hunger.

Krycek watched as the brunette nuzzled the other man's neck, then turned to 
the bed, climbing on all fours to straddle the cringing female. He barely 
suppressed a cry as he watched the man's features melt, twisting into a 
strange parody of humanity. Even from where he was, he could detect the 
golden gleam from beneath half-closed lids. He continued to watch, 
spellbound, and the head lowered to the screaming womanâ€(tm)s neck, fangs 
flashing in the dim light before plunging into her neck.

The --vampire?-- immediately pulled back, jumping of the woman. The leering 
blonde took his place, face also changing as he leaned down to lap at the 
streams of blood pumping from the violated neck. The brunette settled 
himself on his knees beside the bed, reaching up to gently untie the woman's 
left wrist. He brought the struggling appendage to his mouth, fangs gleaming 
again as he bit into the tender skin. Krycek could hear as the woman's 
hoarse screams grew fainter, saw her movements become sluggish.

Finally the two released the corpse, having drained her while losing barely a 
drop of blood, and quickly untied her, shoving her onto the floor. They 
practically tore each other's clothes off, then began to give each other what 
looked to be very professional blowjobs. Krycek watched intently, becoming 
aroused himself, as they both arrived at screaming climaxes. 

They turned to face each other, kissing gently, at odds with their earlier 
violence. Eventually, the blonde pulled the other from the bed, and they 
dressed in tight, black leather outfits. Finally looking at the corpse 
crumpled on the floor, they appeared to argue for a moment, then the brunette 
hoisted her over his shoulder, and the two left.

Krycek let out a breath he hadnâ€(tm)t known he was holding. //Damn, that was 
about the hottest thing I've *ever* seen!// Sure, the woman had died, but in 
a manner that was so...personal, intimate. And the 69. //Woah! They could 
give me head anytime they wanted!// There had been some definite 
deep-throating action going on there, a not inconsiderable task considering 
the above average size erections they had sported.

He licked his lips. //Down, Alex. You have a job to do here.// He snorted 
softly. //Guess I know why Smokey is so interested in them. Geez, Mulder 
would have an orgasm if he could get his hands on what looks to be two very 
real vampires.// A half-smile playing about his lips, Krycek once again 
resumed his job of tailing the two.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Mulder, I don't think this is doing us much good." She glowered at the neon 
sign that announced the entrance to the "Den of Night" club. "We don't know 
who we're looking for, of even if the next victim will come from *this* 
nightclub! We have nothing but suppositions to work from!"

"Scully, the killer is a vampire." He rolled his eyes at her exasperated 
sigh. "Ok, he at the very least *thinks* he's a vampire, or has some 
obsession with them. The "Den of Night" sounds like an ideal hunting ground 
for him."

"But we have no description, nothing to pinpoint who he is."

Mulder shot up in his seat, straining forward and squinting through the 
glass. "I wouldn't say that, Scully." He nodded toward the entrance. "How 
much of a coincidence do you think *that* is?"

Catching a glimpse of the man Mulder was staring at, Scully snarled softly. 
"Krycek," she hissed. Feral smile on her face, she exited the car, Mulder 
close behind.

~~~~~~~~~~

Krycek watched as the two pushed their way to the front of the line, easily 
making their way into the club. //"Den of Night." How fitting.// He let 
about ten minutes pass, then casually sauntered up and got in line himself. 
Bored expression fixed firmly on his face, he stood there.

The voice beside him made him curse inwardly.

"Well, well. Look what we have here. A rat. Wonder where the sinking ship 
is?"

Krycek turned slowly, trying to look as unthreatening as possible. //Damn, 
damn, damn!// The petite redhead and her taller partner fixed him with cold 
glares. He smiled weakly. "Fox, Dana! Fancy meeting you here!"

"Skip it, you traitor. You're coming with us." Mulder reached for the 
assassin, pulling him out of the line.

"Hey, watch the leather!" That earned him a smack upside the head, and he 
glared at Mulder, lip curled. "You can't do this. You have nothing on me."

"I'll think of something." With an entirely too pleased expression, Mulder 
shoved him up against his car, holding him in place while Scully snapped a 
set of handcuffs on. Without further ado, he was hustled into the backseat, 
Scully sliding in after him with her gun trained on him the entire time.

As they drove off, Scully tossed a glance up front. "Where are we taking 
him? He's right, we don't really have anything to hold him for."

Krycek smirked. "Aw, no evidence of my dastardly deeds? Poor dears."

"Shut up, fucker." Mulder was silent for a moment, then a cheerless grin 
grew on his face. "I know someone who's just been *dying* to see you again. 
Hey Scully, think Skinner might want to have a chat with our little rat here?"

"I'd be willing to bet on it."

Part Three

Krycek's head rocked back from the force of the blow. He felt a 
trickle of blood make its way from his nose, and he sniffled 
reflexively. Shaking his hair out of his face, he glared up at the 
furious agent. Mulder's eyes glinted with rage as he drew his hand 
back again.

"Agent Mulder! That's enough!" Skinner strode forward and grabbed 
the agent's arm, preventing him from striking the restrained man any 
more.

"But sir, he--"

"Mulder!" he barked, turning his steely gaze on him. Sullenly, 
Mulder subsided, stepping back a pace. Satisfied, Skinner returned 
to his inspection of their prisoner.

Krycek spat on the floor, the blood and saliva mixture narrowly 
missing the Skinner's feet. "You know, for such sticklers for the 
law, you sure aren't hesitating about breaking it now. You have *no* 
reason to hold me!"

Mulder lurched forward, snarling. "You traitorous bastard! You're a 
murdering spy!"

A sneer slid across his face. "Prove it. What evidence do you have 
to back it up?"

"Stop it! Now!" Skinner rubbed his forehead, unable to decide which 
man was irritating him more at the moment. "Scully, what's your take 
on this?"

"Well, sir, I do find it highly suspicious that he made an appearance 
at the time and place we were staking out for our current case. I 
believe he may have some connection to it."

Skinner nodded. "Krycek? What do you know about this?"

"Me? Not a thing. I was just out for a night on the town. Since 
when is that against the law?"

"Since your nights involve killing innocent people!" Mulder ground 
his teeth, fingers twitching with the desire to reach out and 
strangle the life from the smug bastard handcuffed to the chair in 
front of him. 

"God, Mulder! You're so naïve! What makes you think any of the 
people I've *supposedly* killed were innocent?" He shook his head, 
mocking him. "Get real!" 

Sick of the exchange, Skinner grabbed Krycek's hair, pulling his head 
back harshly. "I am *not* in the mood for this. What. Do. You. 
Know!"

"Nothing!" Krycek hissed, teeth bared.

Skinner growled, moving away, and angrily began pacing. He halted as 
he noticed Mulder conferring quietly with Scully, who was shaking her 
head vehemently. "Agents?" Both heads snapped around to look at 
him. "Am I missing something here?"

Now grinning, Mulder pulled a small vial from a pocket in his trench 
coat. "Sir, I just remembered, some...friends of mine gave me this 
earlier today for testing."

Skinner took the vial, examining the amber fluid inside. "What is 
it, and why is this relevant to the situation."

"It's a type of truth serum, it's supposed to be very powerful, 
although it does have some side effects."

"And those would be?"

Mulder shrugged. "They didn't say."

He sighed. "Do I want to know how your 'friends' got their hands on 
this?"

"Um, probably not, sir. But I thought we could try it out for them."

"If I may?" Scully moved closer. "Sir, this isn't right. We can't 
just give this...man some drug when we have no idea what it will do. 
No matter how much I dislike him, it's not ethical!"

Skinner thought for a moment. "As much as it pains me to say this, 
I'm afraid I have to agree with Mulder. We need this information, 
and so far, he's the only one we know of who can give it to us. And 
he won't, not voluntarily." 

"Sir, I--"

"Scully. It's not up for discussion." He looked at the vial 
again. "Did your friends tell you how to administer this?"

"Just like any other injection. I'm sure Scully has a syringe on her 
somewhere." Fairly bubbling with glee now, Mulder looked at his 
partner, who nodded reluctantly.

After Scully had fetched the syringe, she filled it with the 
serum. "How much, Mulder?"

"I don't know. That looks about good."

With another hard look at Skinner, Scully went over to Krycek, who 
was struggling futilely. "For the record, I really do object to 
this."

"Do it, Scully."

Sighing, she carefully inserted the needle in Krycek's arm, injecting 
the drug. The three FBI agents watched as the man slumped forward, 
shivering.

After a few minutes, Mulder began tapping his foot impatiently. "How 
long will this take?"

"Gee, Mulder, why don't you try asking him something as see if he 
tells the truth?" Scully responded sarcastically.

Mulder crouched in front of Krycek, staring into his glazed 
eyes. "What's your name?"

"Alexei Nicolai Krycek," he rasped out.

"Your age?"

"32."

Smirking, Mulder went on. "How old were you when you lost your 
virginity, and who was it with?"

"Mulder!" Scully protested.

"Oh come on, Scully! Lighten up. Well, Krycek?"

Krycek glared at him dully, trying to bite back the words that just 
wanted to spill forth. Gasping, he choked out, "Eight. My uncle 
Mikhail."

Taken aback, the three simply stared for a moment. Biting her lip, 
Scully shot Mulder a furious glance. "Just get on with it, will you?"

Slightly subdued, Mulder nodded. "Do you know who the killer we're 
looking for is? The one who exsanguinates his victims?"

Relaxing as the serum gained a more powerful hold on him, Krycek 
smiled. "Killers. Two of them."

Mulder was surprised. "Two? That's unusual."

"Lovers. They kiss a lot. And fuck. Such pretty boys."

"Yes, thank you for that observation," Skinner interjected. "Where 
can we find them?"

Krycek giggled. "Missed 'em. Went to the club. Gonna follow, got 
snatched away. Bye-bye pretties."

Mulder snorted. "God, he's wasted. Guess that was the side effect 
Froh--um, my friends talked about."

"How long ago did you two pick him up? Is there any chance they'll 
still be at the club?"

Krycek took this question as directed toward him. "Nope nope. Gotta 
dance, gotta run. Can't stay and spoil the fun. Gotta go home and 
fuck and fight and suck and bite." More giggles ensued.

"Um, he's right sir. It's almost morning, they're long gone by now. 
They may have already picked up another victim."

"Wrong again! Already killed tonight. Never more than once a 
night. It's a rule. Too many corpses spoil the soup!"

Mulder loomed over the prisoner. "Already killed? Who? Where?"

"Girl, tied to the bed. Bite her neck, bite her wrist, blood blood 
suck the pretty blood. No more blood, all gone." His eyes grew wide 
in remembrance. "Pretty. Sucking. Mmmm, sucking cocks and kissing 
and touching. Pretty blue eyes, all golden."

"Yeah, enough with your kinks. Where? Where are they?"

"Home sweet home. Gotta get home before morning, bad sunlight."

Mulder smiled triumphantly. "See? It fits with the vampire theory."

Skinner narrowed his eyes. "The *what* theory?"

Scully spoke up before Mulder could. "The killer--killers may have a 
vampire fetish, even believe they *are* vampires. Hence the cause of 
death and aversion to sunlight."

"I see."

Mulder once again turned to Krycek. "Where do they stay? Can you 
take us there?"

Smiling, eyes shining brightly, Krycek nodded. "Home. Gone home."

"Great." Mulder brushed himself off. "Let's go."

~~~~~~~~~~

Part Four



Skinner was driving, Scully next to him in the front seat. Mulder 
was in the back with Krycek, attempting to grill the man.

"Did you kill my father? You did, didn't you? Why?"

Krycek stared at him blankly, then snickered. "Your eyes spark all 
pretty when you're angry."

"Answer me!"

"I always liked your ass. Very fuckable. Can I fuck you?"

"What!? No! Tell me about my father! And Scully's sister. And the 
Consortium. Tell me about the Smoking Man!"

"I bet you'd be so tight around me. I'd love to have my dick up your 
ass. Don't like you much, but you're probably a real good fuck."

Mulder snarled, pounding his fist into the back of the seat. "Shut 
up!"

Scully twisted in her seat, flashing Mulder a wry smile. "Well, 
looks like he'll tell the truth, but he seems to be stuck on one 
topic. I think he's got an obsession with sex. Although I would 
have never pegged him as being gay."

"Not gay. I'm an equal opportunity employer." He licked his lips as 
he stared at Scully now. "Wouldn't mind fucking you, either. Pretty 
pink lips. They'd look nice stretched around my cock." He tilted 
his head curiously. "Ever given head? Bet you're good at it. The 
little ones always are."

Scully snarled, spinning back around to stare grimly out the front 
window. Mulder just slouched down in resignation, upset at being 
thwarted. 

Krycek leaned forward, nudging Skinner with his shoulder. "Hey, 
Wally. Gotta turn here. Almost home now." He stared out the window 
avidly as a dilapidated warehouse came into view. "We're here, we're 
here!"

The four exited the car, staring at the building. Eagerly, Krycek 
bounded forward, stopped only by Skinner latching onto his 
arm. "C'mon! Maybe they'll be fucking and we can watch!" He pulled 
the AD with him as he headed for a side door.

Scully glared at Mulder as he passed her. "I *told* you we shouldn't 
have given him that stuff. Who knows how long he'll keep this up!"

"Hey, it got us here, didn't it? We'll catch the bad guys, and go 
home to a well-deserved rest."

She watched as he followed the others, trailing after him. To 
herself, she muttered, "I have a *very* bad feeling about this."

Krycek shushed them, leading them through the warehouse. He tiptoed 
toward a room, pointing energetically at the door. The agents drew 
their guns, flanking the doorway, then Skinner pushed it open.

The room reeked of sex and blood. On the bed, two naked men were 
tangled together, pale limbs entwined.

Skinner motioned for Mulder and Scully to move in beside him, until 
all three weapons were trained on the sleeping figures. "FBI! Don't 
move!"

~~~~~~~~~~

Spike and Xander woke simultaneously as they heard unfamiliar 
heartbeats drawing closer. Sniffing the air, Spike whispered to his 
Childe, "Four of them. With guns. One is our little tail from the 
last few days."

"Can we kill them?" Xander whispered back.

"Shh. Not yet. Let's play first."

"Mmm. 'Kay."

Feigning sleep, they listened as footsteps sounded, drawing closer. 
The door to their room slowly opened, and three of the invaders 
stepped inside.

"FBI! Don't move!"

Lazily, they opened their eyes, ignoring the humans. Spike stroked 
his hand up Xander's chest, tilting his head back and kissing his 
plush, swollen lips.

The agents watched, stunned, as the men kissed, not acknowledging 
them. Finally, the men parted, and two icy gazes settled on the 
intruders.

"Y'know, it's generally polite to knock before barging in on 
people." Spike lifted his scarred eyebrow as his hand unconsciously 
played with one of Xander's nipples.

Xander arched backward, purring. He reached down to stroke his cock, 
uncaring about their audience.

Skinner gaped, then pulled himself together. "I *said*, don't move!"

Spike sighed, reaching down to still Xander's hand. "Hold that 
thought, pet." Slowly sitting up, he glared at the gun-wielding 
humans. "Is there a problem here, officers?" He paid no attention 
to their response, instead looking beyond them to their 
companion. "Hey, look pet. It's the bloke who's been following us!"

Xander peered out, grinning. "He's cute. Can I have him?

Krycek giggled. "Anytime, babe. My ass is yours."

Xander bounced on the bed excitedly, nuzzling under his Sire's 
chin. "I want him. Let's keep him, Sire."

"We'll see, luv."

Mulder hissed in frustration. "Excuse me, is anyone listening to us 
here?"

Spike and Xander exchanged a meaningful look. "No, not really."

"Well, you're under arrest for suspicion on murder. So get up slowly 
and face the wall."

"Um...no." Spike stood defiantly, crossing his arms over his 
chest. "You see, there's one thing you're forgetting, here." He 
looked around the room. "We are *not* amateurs. Did you really 
think we'd leave ourselves defenseless...especially when we *knew* we 
were being followed?" He nodded to Xander, who casually flipped a 
switch by the head of the bed.

The agents started as a loud creaking noise filled the room. 
Suddenly, a huge net woven of some very fine yet extremely strong 
material and lined with tiny weights flew out of a panel that had 
opened in the wall. They shouted as it wound around them, clinging 
tenaciously. Mulder managed to get a shot off before his vision was 
obscured, and he had the satisfaction of hearing the blonde man grunt 
in pain.

Hissing as the bullet tore through his shoulder, Spike clutched at 
the wound. "Xander! Secure them!"

Face tense with anger over his Sire's injury, Xander quickly 
complied. He bashed the struggling agents repeatedly, until they had 
ceased moving. One by one, he carefully extracted them, stripping 
them quickly then tying them up in a sitting position. He wrestled 
the limp figures over to the wall, shoving them against it, not even 
making a cursory effort to be gentle.

With a final kick to each, he turned to Krycek, who had watched the 
proceedings with a wide grin on his face as he snickered 
uncontrollably. "Spikey, what should I do with him?"

Krycek sauntered into the room, walking straight up to Xander. 
Licking his lips, he looked the young vampire up and down. "Whatever 
you want to, gorgeous."

Wincing, Spike joined them. He sniffed at the man, wrinkling his 
nose. "You smell...off."

Krycek nodded as seriously as he could manage. "They gave me the 
pretty drug, all golden honey colored, sparkled so pretty. Wanted me 
to tell the truth." He managed to look offended. "They never 
believe anything I say."

"Well, luscious, you ever tell 'em the truth?"

Krycek pouted, then giggled. "Nope!"

Spike looked Krycek over. "Never heard of a truth serum that gets 
someone high like you are."

"New drug. Lots of yummy side effects. You're bleeding. Pretty 
red. Can I touch it?"

Xander's eyes dilated as he gazed at the stream of scarlet that 
trickled down Spike's chest. "Siiiire..."

Spike rolled his eyes. "Oh, help yourself pet."

Happily, Xander pounced on his Sire, knocking him gently to the floor 
and crouching over him. Bending down, he began to lap at the wound, 
purring in contentment.

Krycek watched for a moment, then spoke up. "It's not fair. I'm the 
only one not naked." His lower lip stuck out temptingly, and Spike 
growled as he stared at it.

"There's always a remedy for that, luscious."

Smiling again, Krycek stripped, flinging his clothes across the 
room. Then he knelt next to Spike, running a finger through the 
sticky trail of blood on his chest.

Xander looked up, eyes glowing. He captured the stained finger in 
his mouth, then began sucking on it. Biting down gently, he pierced 
it with a fang, licking up the drops of blood that welled out. 
Smiling, he took the finger and pressed it against Spike's mouth.

Spike lapped at the digit, concentrating on the strange flavor 
imparted by the drug. Looking up into bright green eyes, he 
asked, "How long 'til that stuff wears off?"

Krycek shrugged, removing his finger and staring in fascination at 
the ruby red drop that formed there. He licked it, humming softly.

Spike sat up, cuddling Xander in his lap. Reaching out to gather the 
human close, he began to pet his soft hair. "Well, we're not going 
anywhere until nightfall anyway. We'll wait it out."

Krycek sighed. "Why?"

Spike leered at him. "'Cause I want you willing and coherent when 
Xanny and I fuck you, pet." 

Krycek blinked. "Oh. Ok."

Xander laughed and pulled Krycek closer to him. "Spike's good at 
it. You'll love it when he fucks you."

Spike laughed, his chest vibrating with pleasure as he held his two 
dark-haired beauties. "By the by, luscious -- what's your name?"

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