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Mulder was at a loss - Scully was bawling her eyes out and she wouldn't say anything. She clung to him so tightly he was having trouble breathing. "Scully, you have to loosen your grip a little. I can't breathe!"

Despite her fears Scully giggled slightly as she moved her arms from around his chest to around his neck. She snuggled in closer to Mulder's warmth. "Sorry Mulder."

"It's OK, schweethart," Mulder said in his best Bogart impersonation. Scully laughed out loud at the pitiful attempt - he was never very good at impersonating anybody with his monotone voice.

"Are you laughing at me? Are you laughing at ME?" he replied, this time imitating Joe Pesci.

"Cut it out Mulder! You stink!"

"Stink? I took a shower at least a month ago."

"Mulder, stop!" Scully punched him in the shoulder. "No more jokes, this is serious!"

"You know Scully, you're beautiful when you're half-naked!" Mulder hugged her close.

"That's enough!" Scully chuckled, getting out of his lap. She was still upset about the whole incident, but Mulder's infectious good nature made her feel better. She pulled her clothes around her and wiped her face and nose on the sleeve of her ruined shirt.

"Real classy, Red," teased Mulder as he stood up. He scooped her up into his arms, extracting a tiny shriek out of her. "Let's get you dressed."

Scully laughed at his antics and hugged him close as he carried her out of the bedroom into the hallway. Krycek was standing in the hallway by the guestroom holding her suitcase. He glared a little at the two laughing partners as they passed him into the room.

Mulder suddenly spun Scully around a few times then threw her onto the bed. She was laughing uncontrollably, letting out another shriek when Mulder leapt onto the bed with her. His much greater weight sent her bouncing into the air. She grabbed him and held him tight until he stopped bouncing and she stopped laughing.

"Mulder, you're terrible! I hope you don't treat other victims this way!" She cried, her stomach aching from the laughter.

"Only the sexy ones!" he said, quickly ducking her mock punch.

"I've got to change clothes," she said, getting out of bed. She staggered a little walking toward the doorway where Krycek still stood with her suitcase. She couldn't figure out why he didn't just leave it. She stopped, suddenly scared it was that - other - Krycek. Her heart started racing at the thought - she ran back to the bed and jumped on next to Mulder. He had rolled over onto his back to watch her.

"Mulder, get my bag," she whispered, afraid to approach the figure at the door.

"Your wish is my command," he said quietly, sensing her fear. He didn't understand it - she'd always seemed mad at Krycek, not scared - but he didn't want her to get upset again. He took the suitcase from Krycek, noticing the sullen expression on his lover's face.

"What's wrong, love?" he said, stroking Krycek's cheek.

"Nothing," mumbled Krycek as he pulled away. He hurried back downstairs.

"Sheesh," said Mulder. He'd have to find out what was wrong later. He could only handle so many emotional people at a time. He put Scully's suitcase on the dresser.

"I'll go downstairs while you change and then."

"NO!" screamed Scully. "Don't leave me alone, Mulder!" She knelt on the bed, suddenly very serious. She wasn't feeling brave enough to stay in her room alone.

"OK, OK, just don't scream like that again. I almost had a heart attack," he said, clutching his chest and falling dramatically on the bed.

"You got it. Just turn around." Scully unpacked her suitcase, finding her sweats. While she changed clothes, she turned to look at Mulder. He was sitting on the bed with his back to her. She studied his form, marveling at how gorgeous and fit he was. Her mind again wandered to her secret fantasy of him lying naked on the floor in front of her as she sat in a chair; he was kissing and nibbling her toes, working his way up her leg to. Stop! She cried in her head, suppressing her fantasy.

She felt her heart ache with love and desire for her partner. She hadn't always been in love with him. When Scully first saw Mulder, she thought he was the geekiest nerd she'd ever met. And the aliens and conspiracies and other lunacies she had to pursue with him! Many times she contemplated quitting the X-Files and salvaging her career.

But - her abduction, her cancer - it was while writing her journal during the aborted attempt to cure her cancer like the other abductees that she realized how deeply in love she was with Mulder. She had never met anyone so amazingly loyal, steadfast, and dedicated to her and her well being, nor had she met anyone so pigheadedly stubborn and devoted to his work. If other people could see even a tenth of what she saw of the real Mulder, he would have fans and lovers in a line out his door and down the block. She remembered how good it felt to be in his arms as he taught her how to swing a bat at the ballpark, and how he had playfully taken a bite from her nonfat rice dream tofutti whatzit. Luckily he quickly left with his stupid newspaper article; he didn't see her stare at her dessert in a reverie - and he didn't see her slowly lick the area where his lips had touched, pretending it was that luscious mouth of his.

She had never really been able to fathom why she didn't pursue a romantic relationship with him. Deep down she must have known he was gay. It had torn her soul apart when she caught him with Skinner and Krycek here in their little love nest. Without hard evidence she had been able to fool herself and continue fantasizing about him, but having been hit smack in the face with reality had been almost too much.

Scully walked up behind Mulder and stroked her fingers through his hair. Mulder whirled around, startled. His look of confusion made her laugh. She lay down on the bed next to him, staring at him, thinking of all she would never have, and started crying again.

Mulder groaned inwardly at her tears; he could never stand seeing a woman cry. He lay next to her and hugged her close to calm her down. Unfortunately, it seemed to have the opposite effect - she grabbed him around the neck again and cried harder.

"Scully, Scully, why are you crying? Tell me about what happened earlier."

"It's not that," she sobbed.

"What is it then, hun?" he asked, gently stroking her hair.

"I.I.I love you!" she yelled, burying her face in his shirt. She couldn't believe she said that!

"I love you too, Scully," Mulder replied in a comforting way.

"No, Mulder, I mean, I love you." Scully looked into his eyes, waiting for a reaction.

Mulder stared for a moment, her words finally sinking in. "I love you too, Scully, and I mean it. No, wait a minute," he said, cutting her off before she could reply. "I do love you Scully. You're my best friend, my soul mate. You're one of the most important people in my life, honest."

"But you're with Krycek and Skinner. You're not with me." She felt a sudden anger inside. How dare he say that when he's fucking Alex the assassin Krycek who had killed his father and her sister! "You don't love me! You love that bastard who killed my sister!"

"Scully, we've gone over this. Krycek didn't kill your sister. And I do mean it when I say I love you. Think about what we've been through over the past six years! I've shared all that with you, not them."

"That's easy to say, isn't it?" She barked sarcastically.

"Scully, do you remember when I did the past life regression? The Sullivan Biddle thing?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, I've thought about it a lot since that time, and I have come to some conclusions. What I saw and felt wasn't the literal truth - the timeline is all wrong. There's no way that CGB Spender could have been a Nazi soldier, nor could I have been a Jewish woman, and probably not even Biddle. I think, though, that it represented a more profound truth. Those visions were a metaphor for my life as it is now. You have been and always will be by my side, my soulmate and companion in my life's work, the only one I can trust to always be at my back, who will never surrender or give up on me. When I thought I was going to lose you to the cancer there were some nights I wanted to literally plunge my hand in my chest and rip my heart out it was hurting so bad in there. If you had actually - you know - I would have had to kill myself. I can't even contemplate living my life without you by my side."

Mulder stopped talking; he hugged Scully close so he could hide the tears welling up in his eyes.

"Oh, Mulder," Scully whispered, crying yet again.

"So you see? I do love you, with everything that I have."

"But you're with Krycek. And Skinner!"

"Scully, when it comes to sexual orientation I am gay. I can't deny that, nor have I ever. I am in love with Krycek - he's been very good to me. But that's a different kind of love."

"What's our kind of love?"

"I think it's best described like this: Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends." Mulder paused for a moment. "You're my friend, Scully."

"Oh, Mulder," moaned Scully.

Mulder placed his hand on her chin to look into her face. They were both crying, but Mulder smiled. She had never seen him look so beautiful. He leaned down and kissed her. It wasn't a lustful, probing kiss; it was chaste and innocent and she held his head firmly so he couldn't get away.

Krycek was boiling inside listening to Mulder. He had slunk back to the hallway outside Scully's room and peaked around the corner. He heard Mulder's heartfelt speech about his love for Scully. It certainly sounded better than the couple of throwaway lines he used to describe his love for Krycek!

Sam hovered a few feet away from Krycek, drinking in the jealous rage pouring out of him. This quartet of people in his home was getting very interesting! The woman in love with the one called Mulder and Mulder in love with two other people. Two other men! This was going to be really fun. Sam gathered himself into a slim bolt and shot himself into Krycek. Krycek stiffened momentarily, but Sam was in so quickly and cleanly that he barely noticed. Sam went to work.

Krycek continued to stare at his lover and the bitch. Mulder had finally broken off their kiss and he was still stroking her hair. She nuzzled up next to him and seemed to have no intentions of letting him go anytime soon. That bitch! Trying to take what was his! He had to do something about it -he'd be damned if he'd let a cunt like her take Mulder.

Krycek fingered the large carving knife he had in his hand. Skinner was a stickler about everything and insisted they sharpen it often. It would do a fine job carving up Scully. He walked toward the bed.

"Let go of him, bitch!" he yelled, grabbing Scully by the hair and yanking her off the bed. She screamed and tried to unfasten his hand.

"Alex, what are you doing!" Mulder yelled, too stunned to move.

Krycek threw a punch with all his strength at Mulder and socked him in the face. Mulder's head snapped back and blood spurted out of his nose. He fell back onto the pillow gasping in pain.

"You two-timing slut - I guess you just use me when you aren't getting enough from this bitch. I thought you were gay, Mulder - I didn't know you liked pussy too."

Mulder could only moan at Alex's words.

"Say your prayers, cunt, 'cause you're going to die." Krycek yanked her into a standing position and sank the carving knife into her chest. Scully didn't even scream as he slowly jerked the knife down her body, blood pouring out over his hand. She was dead before he finished splitting her open.

Krycek dropped her body and threw the knife down next to it. He climbed onto the bed and threw a few hard punches into Mulder's gut, incapacitating him. He flipped his helpless lover over and yanked his pants down.

"I'm going to fuck you to remind you who you belong to - who you love. It seems only fitting that I'm going to lube you with your ex-lover's blood. This is going to feel great!"

Mulder feebly struggled under him, but Krycek forced his legs apart and drove his fingers into Mulder's anus. He unzipped his pants and sank his cock in with one quick thrust.

Krycek came to with a scream - he was still standing by the guestroom door watching Mulder and Scully. Both sat up looking at him.

"What's wrong, Alex?" Mulder said, hurrying to Krycek's side, pulling him into a hug. Krycek stood shaking, unable to speak.

"Alex, why do you have that knife with you?"

Krycek gasped, throwing the knife to the ground. Mulder continued to comfort Alex.

Scully lay back down to watch Mulder and Krycek. She was so intent in her observation that she didn't feel Sam enter her.

Mulder continued to comfort Alex, even though he wouldn't tell Mulder what caused him to scream. Scully was listening, exasperated at his stubbornness. Mulder deserved better than this! To be involved with an assassin, a hired killer - it was too much. Jealously and rage swelled up in her. If it wasn't for Krycek she could have had Mulder for herself a long time ago. How dare he do this! There was only one way to get what she wanted - she would have to kill Krycek. Skinner wasn't a problem - he was just a balding old fogy, there couldn't be any real attraction between Mulder and the AD. If she could rid the world of Ratboy every one could go back to where they belonged, and she would have Mulder all to herself! She got out of bed for her gun.

Scully quietly but briskly walked to the doorway where the two men stood hugging. Without a word she put the muzzle to Krycek's temple and pulled the trigger several times in quick succession. His head exploded in a spray of blood and brains.

"Alex!" screamed Mulder as he cradled his slumped lover's body. "Scully!"

Scully started; she hadn't killed Krycek - she was still lying on the bed! But it felt so real! What was going on in this crazy place? She lay back on the bed shaking.

Sam left Scully suddenly when he felt Skinner come up the stairs. Everything was working according to plan. He entered the bald man easily - it got easier every time.

Skinner stopped halfway up the steps when he saw Krycek and Mulder. Krycek seemed upset and Mulder was comforting him. Skinner's rage and hatred of Krycek boiled up again; Mulder was wasting precious emotional energy on this guy when he should be devoting all his time and love to Skinner. Beyond the two men he could see Scully intently watching them. Skinner fixed more hatred on Scully. She was trying to horn in on Mulder too! That sneaky little bitch - he'd have to take out both of them. He was just formulating a plan when he sagged and fell against the wall. All of a sudden Skinner felt disoriented. He was starting to get really frightened. Nobody was safe in this house. They would have to set up the equipment on automatic then leave for DC.

Sam was really working up a great finale for this latest little drama when he felt himself irresistibly drawn out of Skinner towards the front yard of the house. He could feel another presence nearby, and it was deliciously evil. He would just have to take a look.

Sam reached the edge of the yard - it frustrated him, but his ghostly form could not go beyond the confines of the property where he died. Stupid rules, he thought. Luckily, the person he was looking for was on this side of the road so he could get a good look. Inside a nondescript car sat an old man, maybe in his 50s or 60s smoking a cigarette. He was listening to headphones and had powerful binoculars in his hand. Sam was in awe at the soul - if you could call something that black and twisted a soul - which stared back. This one is more evil than I am! Afraid of invading this human, he merely reached out a tendril to read his thoughts.

CGB Spender sat in his car marveling at the great job his men had done bugging Skinner's house. He could hear everything in every room. The new powers that be in the conspiracy had gotten mad at him when he relieved the usual surveillance crew of their job, but this one was personal. He was going after his son and his future lover, and he didn't want those lunks messing it up.

All seemed quiet in the house after the histrionics earlier. He still felt sick over that sappy conversation his son - his son! He loved that phrase. His son pouring out his soul to Scully just to make the redhead feel better - yuck. And Mulder so openly gay! It was a very funny situation. Of course, Spender had laid aside his own sexual orientation to do what he was told. He had even enjoyed the sex he had with Teena Mulder in a small way. At least the result was fantastic. As exasperating as Fox had been to deal with over the past few years, he was proud beyond words to know the son he had sired for the project had turned out so perfect. Unlike his other son, Jeffrey. The project had wanted him to replicate his successful stud service with Cassandra, but the result was disastrous. Jeffrey was such a loser. He hadn't even had the heart to kill the poor bastard when he screwed up last year.

Fox would serve another purpose this time; he was going to help his old man get the lover he wanted and deserved. Spender leaned back against the headrest and undid his zipper. Taking Viagra wasn't helping him much with his impotency. He could barely get it up at all, let alone climax. He settled into his favorite sexual fantasy - its incestuous overtones were the only things that allowed him to get the modest erection he could achieve with the drugs.

He imagined himself in his little dungeon he had tucked away in a quiet corner of DC. That was the only real part of the fantasy, unfortunately. Spender started stroking his cock as he pictured Alex Krycek in stockings, high heels, and a silky negligee. His wrists were cuffed and attached to a chain suspended from the ceiling, pulled high enough so his toes could barely touch the ground. The negligee was green, perfectly matching his eyes. Spender walked around his lover with a wooden paddle in his hand, striking the pert buttocks at irregular intervals. Spender would occasionally grab Krycek's head and probe his mouth, eliciting groans of ecstasy from the helpless form. Krycek's long, thick penis was erect and throbbing but Spender would never give it any relief. After doing that for a while, Spender turned his attention to Mulder. Mulder was lying on a low table, naked, each limb tied with a silk scarf to a post. He writhed with passion watching Krycek get paddled. Spender stroked his hand down Mulder's chest and groin, stopping to roll his large balls around in his hand. He had put a tight leather strap around his son's scrotum so he couldn't climax, and it seemed to heighten his pleasure.

"Please, father, I'm begging you," moaned Mulder, his cock swollen and throbbing. "Let me come!"

"You have to pleasure me first, Fox, you know that."

Mulder cried out wordlessly, arching his back as Spender manipulated the large dildo embedded in his anus. He slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in, making sure to rub the prostate each time.

"Please, father!" Mulder cried.

"One moment, son," Spender replied. He needed his lover too. He returned to Krycek who was painfully erect watching Mulder writhe on the table. He quickly undid the cuffs. Krycek leaned heavily against him, his mouth hungrily devouring Spender's.

"Wait a minute, babe, not yet," Spender admonished. He led Krycek to the table.

"On your knees, Alex, right here." Krycek awkwardly knelt down on the floor a few feet away from Mulder's head. Spender dropped the small table leaf under Mulder's head. Mulder let his head drop down and he opened his mouth. Spender sunk his 13-inch cock down Mulder's throat, slowly thrusting in and out.

"OK, Alex, you know what I like."

Krycek spread Spender's cheeks. Spender let out an ecstatic cry as Krycek began to lick and nibble and thrust his tongue into his anus. The double action was more than he could take; he threw his head back and screamed as he came and came and came.

Spender dropped his cigarette; his body jerked as his shriveled little erection burped a couple drops of almost clear liquid. He sagged back into the car seat, looking at his tiny penis with disgust. When he had Alex and Fox in his power for real, he would have to break them fully first so they wouldn't make fun of how little endowed he was.

Sam reveled in the sick little fantasy this old man had about Krycek and his own son Mulder! He would make a perfect addition to the work he had cooking in this house.

This Mulder - he must really be something, Sam thought. He's got everybody hot to get into his pants. Sam had originally dismissed him as just another "pretty", but he was going to have to check this guy out. He returned to the house.

The quartet was seated at the dining room table, picking at the dinner Skinner had prepared. No one was talking; each was lost in his or her own thoughts of confusion, anger, and destruction. Only Mulder seemed perplexed about everything. He had tried to get at least one of the others to talk, but all had sunk into some sort of funk. He sighed, regretting having ever brought Scully here and exposing her to whatever danger was in the house. It had become much more frightening because it seemed this ghost could physically manifest itself. He was about to say something when the sudden temperature drop startled him.

"Uh oh," Krycek said. They all looked frantically around, trying to pinpoint the ghost.

Mulder was about to say something when he felt himself lifted out of the chair. He couldn't move. Something yanked the tablecloth and everything on it to the ground. Scully screamed at the loud noise. Everyone was standing, but no one noticed Mulder at first.

After clearing the table, Sam lifted Mulder a few inches off the ground, spun him around and slammed him down onto the table. The others froze as they saw what was happening to Mulder.

"My God, " whispered Skinner. He tried to grab Mulder's arm to keep him still - it looked like he was having a convulsion. Sam threw Skinner back a few feet, hoping the others would get the idea.

Since they were all in love with Mulder, Sam decided he would have a little fun with him. He held Mulder still on the table and entered his body. And he slid back out again!

What's going on? thought Sam. He entered Mulder's body again, but he couldn't seem to stay in. He had never experienced that before! Sam tried a third time to enter Mulder's body; this time, he grabbed Mulder's soul and held on, trying to anchor himself.

Scully, Skinner, and Krycek stood frozen watching Mulder squirm and yell on the table. Twice they had seen something travel under his skin and disappear. It reminded Scully of the strange worm they had encountered in the Arctic six years ago.

A third time they saw something move under his skin, and it remained for a few minutes this time. It looked like his flesh was boiling, then it stopped again.

Despite the grip he had on Mulder's soul, Sam slid out of his body. He finally let go of Mulder and returned to the basement. He had to think over this strange new development!

Mulder turned on his side and curled into a fetal position when he felt the ghost release him. He was shaking and felt ice cold inside. The evil he had felt inside of him.

"Baby, are you OK?" soothed Krycek. He had finally started moving again and quickly scooped up Mulder. He brought him into the living room and lay him on the sofa. Skinner and Scully crowded around. "What happened?"

"It was so evil - I've never felt anything like it before!" whispered Mulder. He was determined to tell them everything; he had already figured out that the others had somehow had encounters of their own with the ghost, but for some reason they wouldn't talk about them. Maybe he could set a good example.

"What do you mean?" asked Skinner.

"I felt the ghost actually hold me down and then enter my body. But it wasn't really my body - it was more like my mind, or my soul. I felt its evil; I felt its hatred and rage and." He stopped, not able to go on.

"I don't think we should stay here anymore." Krycek pulled Mulder up into a bear hug.

"My thoughts exactly," said Skinner, joining the hug. He looked at Scully for a moment, then pulled her into the hug too.

Sam watched the foursome from the basement. He could see the whirling reds and greens of the woman and the two other men - the emotions they still felt; they were just below the surface, only suppressed for the moment. Outside the house he could see the same reds and greens, but those emotions were surrounded and interlaced with a black evil he had never seen in another human being before. In the middle of all that he could see a shining gold and white light that threatened to vanquish the rest.

Damn you, Fox Mulder! thought Sam. You'll not keep me from getting what I need - from what is my due, my revenge on the world. I'll snuff you out!

Demi-X is next.