Title: Something Wicked r1-CB-p3
Krycek stopped dead in his tracks. "What the hell...?"
"It's me, Alex," Mulder's voice, though admittedly younger, responded mournfully. He took off his jacket and hung it up.
Krycek just looked at his lover in disbelief. His mouth hung open in amazement as he stood there frozen in shock. Finally, Mulder got antsy. "Alex, it's a long story. Scully and I were on that case in Bacon, Georgia, and there was
this carnival that was very questionable. Well, for once in a millenium, Scully ditched me, and when I get there, she's on their carousel, looking like she's being electrocuted! I jump on to get her off, and this power, whatever it is, surrounds me too. We get off finally, but look at the end result. We're years younger! You should see Scully, she's a real teenybopper. I'd laugh if it wasn't so bizarre, and it didn't happen to me too! We've got to find that carnival and make them put us back the way we were before this damn excursion."
Krycek still just stood there. Mulder groaned in exasperation. "Alex, say something!"
"Jesus Christ! I need a drink!" Krycek exclaimed, making his way to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and poured himself a shot. He gulped in down in one sip and then turned abruptly to Mulder. "Mulder, of all the things that've happened to you, this is the weirdest."
Mulder got impatient. "No kidding, Sherlock!" He sank down into a nearby chair. "I've got to find the bastard who did this to us."
"Any clues?"
"No, he's vanished into thin air."
"That's just wonderful," Krycek commented sarcastically. He leaned back and peered at his lover. It was Mulder all right ... but Mulder from years ago. There was the same strong nose, full lips, elegant profile, but he was ganglier,
more boyish, face thinner, hair glossier. He sighed inwardly. It was still Mulder but it wasn't. At least, not the Mulder he fell in love with.
"I've got to investigate this with you. I've got some old contacts on the carny circuit, maybe they have a clue."
Mulder raised an eyebrow. "Carny circuit?"
Krycek rolled his eyes. "Some Russian emigres. Folks that came to the land o' plenty still doing what they know best from the old country. The Russians are a pretty superstitious people, Fox, you know that. I've got more than a few women friends still telling fortunes like the old days, and they aren't even gypsies!"
He laughed. "Of course, we're not talking the Moscow Circus here! No expert tumblers or trapeze artists."
"I'm sure it's all on the up and up, Alex!" Mulder scoffed sarcastically. He had an image of shady Russian hooligans performing all sorts of con games on an ingenuous and trusting public.
"No, it isn't." Krycek agreed. He eyed his lover and groaned. "However, now is not the time to go all self-righteous on me, Fox!" He chuckled. "I assume you've looked in a mirror lately, kiddo?"
"Don't call me that!"
"If the shoe fits, Fox!" Krycek sighed. Why the hell hadn't he followed Mulder on this assignment? It seemed so hokey when he'd first heard about it.
The two men sat down to glumly eat the dinner Krycek had prepared. In spite of Krycek's jocular attitude, he was very worried. The sight of Mulder like this made him feel so . . . old.
He jumped as he felt Mulder's hand on his thigh. Mulder was irritated at his lover's reaction but ignored it, leaning over to kiss him. Krycek obediently stood still for the kiss, and he had to admit he was still Mulder the expert kisser, his tongue sweetly probing his mouth as it claimed him. However, he jumped again as Mulder's hand moved to his groin.
"What the hell is the matter, Alex?" Mulder exclaimed angrily.
"You know what the matter is! I'm totally weirded out by this change, Fox! I feel like a chicken hawk when you kiss me!"
"That is complete bullshit! It's still me!" Mulder declared emphatically, though his heart had started pounding in fear.
"I know! I know!" Krycek responded guiltily. "But you look like a goddamn baby!"
Mulder got up abruptly from the table and walked over to the window, furious at Krycek's words. Krycek got up to follow him, immediately regretting his outburst. "Look, baby, I'm sorry..."
"Don't call me that either!" Mulder snorted.
"Sorry, sorry!" Krycek sighed. "Fox, I just need to get used to this change. I still love you, but I have to get used to having a 'young' you around. You're still the Mulder I care about, I know that, but I just need some 'adjustment time' here."
"How do you think I goddamn feel, Alex?" Mulder retorted.
"I know I'm an asshole, Fox, but I can't help it. Shit, I used to be the young one! And now... it's like that old god and Gany-whosis."
"Ganymede?" Mulder responded sulkily.
"Yeah, him." Krycek said. He chuckled. "Though you're still a knockout!"
"And you're not that old!" Mulder turned back to Krycek. "Come on, Alex, can't we just try it? I know you need to adjust, but I've been without you for a week! I've really missed you, love."
He leaned forward to kiss Krycek again. He held his lover fast, kissing him deeply, gratified to finally feel Krycek relax and respond to the kiss. Gently and gradually he guided Krycek along, in the direction of the bedroom. Once there, he gently pushed Krycek onto the bed.
Startled, the triple agent tried to sit up. Mulder gently pushed him back down. "Shhh, love, it's okay," he reassured him.
Mulder turned out the light and quickly stripped. It was best that Alex not see his thin, gawky young body, or he might have second thoughts. Turning to his lover, he started removing his clothes. Alex helped him by pulling off his shoes and socks and then lifting his butt to get out of his pants.
As Alex lay back on the bed, Mulder started kissing up his sexy, muscular thighs. When he reached Alex's groin, he started kissing and nuzzling his half-hard cock. Krycek shut his eyes and moaned. Yep, still the same talented Fox, he thought. He gasped as Mulder took his cock in his mouth and sucked hard. Mulder deepthroated him, sucking in swift back and forth movements.
Krycek groaned in disappointment as Mulder stopped sucking him. Positioning himself so he was straddling his lover, Mulder started to insert Alex's hard cock into himself. As he felt himself enter the tight, hot place, Krycek's eyes flew open. His eyes accustomed to the darkness, he saw a lithe sprite of a man positioned over him, confidently mounting him, so gorgeous as to be almost unreal. He cried out as Mulder mounting him fully and started to ride him hard.
Holding onto Mulder's waist, Krycek let him ride him for all he was worth. Suddenly he shouted "UHHNNNN!" as he reached his pinnacle, pumping and pumping into Fox. Mulder came soon after him, throwing his head back and crying out. The moonlight from the window shone on his beautiful profile and lovely throat with a pearly white sheen.
Sweating, he collapsed on the bed beside his lover. Alex beamed at him. "That was some ride!"
Fox didn't say anything. He had a downcast expression on his face.
Krycek was puzzled. "Fox, what's the matter?"
"I don't know. You seemed kind of—reticent, like you were holding back. What's wrong?"
As soon as Fox said this, Krycek realized it was true. "I—I'm not sure! I guess it has something to do with how young you look now. I think I'm afraid that I'm going to hurt you or something!"
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