Between Worlds
by Shannon Kizzia and Satina
4/7/05
Notes: Takes place directly following "The Beginning." BtweenWrlds is Mulder and he's contacting Krycek because he's finally totally fed up with the bullshit at work after Scully didn't back him up with OPR following the trip to Antarctica. But he doesn't think Krycek will deal if he knows it's him. We leave it to you to discern when Krycek figures it out. ;-)
BtweenWrlds: Hey, I've got some inside info on that supposed 'attack' in Phoenix. Interested?
N Vizzibal: Do I know you?BtweenWrlds: Does it matter?
N Vizzibal: What do you want?
BtweenWrlds: I'm looking for a...vehicle. That's recently relocated. Thought you might be able to point me in the right direction.
BtweenWrlds: In xchange, I can give you inside information, everything the government's got, on the Truth of what that attack in Phoenix means.
N Vizzibal: Who gave you this screen name?
BtweenWrlds: A friend.
N Vizzibal: You work for the government.
BtweenWrlds: Does that matter?
N Vizzibal: I have few contacts. I have finite amounts of trust to hand out, B.
BtweenWrlds: So my offer isn't enough? What *do* you want, then?
N Vizzibal: I want to know who you work for. Ultimately. Who do you answer to?
BtweenWrlds: Myself.
N Vizzibal: You're willing to fork over classified government information to get the fix on this vehicle?
BtweenWrlds: Yep.
N Vizzibal: I hate to break it to you, but I have all the information I need on that.
BtweenWrlds: Again, what *do* you want, then?
N Vizzibal: What else do you have on offer?
BtweenWrlds: I have high access. Contacts. Names, locations, and the inside scoop on things that the public isn't getting. I *want* that vehicle.
BtweenWrlds: Name your price. What are you in the market for? Maybe I can get it for you. If I can, it's yours.
N Vizzibal: I'm doubling down the security on this line. Hold on.
BtweenWrlds: Okay.
N Vizzibal: Done. All right, now who are you.
BtweenWrlds: Call me Deep Throat.
N Vizzibal: Do you know my name?
BtweenWrlds: Yes, I know who you are.
N Vizzibal: What makes you so hot to get the fix on the vehicle?
BtweenWrlds: Why does that matter to you?
N Vizzibal: I'm suspicious of such powerful...desire. You're offering up quite a lot to get it. Even if none of what you've offered is what I need.
BtweenWrlds: So maybe it's personal. So what? And if that's not what you need, tell me what is.
N Vizzibal: What if what I want you have to lie, cheat, and steal to get, Deep Throat?
BtweenWrlds: Let me worry about that.
N Vizzibal: So you're willing.
BtweenWrlds: Name your price. I'll tell you if it's too much.
N Vizzibal: It's been my experience that you government boys tend to be pretty loyal. If not to the law then to the secrets your institutions protect. Have a falling out, DT?
BtweenWrlds: What's it to you? If I give you what you need, what does it matter how I get it?
N Vizzibal: Name my price... Powerful words. *Are* they just words? Let's see where your line is drawn, DT.
BtweenWrlds: Try me.
N Vizzibal: Would you kill for what I've got?
BtweenWrlds: Who would you want killed?
N Vizzibal: Well, if you know about the ship, then you know who's running that Project. Right?
BtweenWrlds: Yes.
N Vizzibal: Then you have your answer.
BtweenWrlds: If I kill the nameless guy that smokes the cigarettes, you'll give me a fix on the ship?
N Vizzibal: His death would be worth a few ships if I had more than just the one. Yeah.
BtweenWrlds: I don't have that kind of access. Sorry, don't mean to be a tease.
N Vizzibal: If you had that access and I didn't, you wouldn't be here asking for the ship. I know you can't kill him. I just wanted to know if you would.
N Vizzibal: Besides. There might be something I want even more...Deep Throat.
BtweenWrlds: Name it.
N Vizzibal: How are you at giving head? As good as the name implies?
BtweenWrlds: No.
N Vizzibal: No, not as good?
BtweenWrlds: Right.
N Vizzibal: How willing then.
BtweenWrlds: Here? Or face to face.
N Vizzibal: Oh if I'm giving you the ship, Deep Throat, you'd better bet I mean face to face. Or face (yours) to crotch (mine).
BtweenWrlds: I'd need a down payment first, but if I was sure you could deliver the goods...
N Vizzibal: But I think what I've got is worth more than one little blow job in a dark alley someplace, D. What if I want your mouth on tap for...a month? Any time I want it, as often as I want it, any place I want it.
BtweenWrlds: I'd pretty much have to be with you all the time for that, N.
BtweenWrlds: Is that what you want?
N Vizzibal: And if it is?
BtweenWrlds: If you can prove to me you can deliver what I need...
BtweenWrlds: Done.
N Vizzibal: All right. I'd say that's a good start... Negotiations are *not* over.
BtweenWrlds: No, they're not.
N Vizzibal: Your mouth isn't enough. I want to ream your ass, D.
BtweenWrlds: Mouth and ass on tap for one month. Check.
N Vizzibal: What about the rest of your body.
BtweenWrlds: Like what?
N Vizzibal: Like, I want total access to your body. If I want to put your cock in a vice and slather your nipples with red Jell-O, I can do it. As long as I don't damage you in any permanent way.
BtweenWrlds: You want to hurt me?
N Vizzibal: No, actually. I don't. But I do want access to your whole body. Not just your ass and mouth.
BtweenWrlds: You want me to be your sex slave for one month.
N Vizzibal: Yeah, I think that's the deal we're lookin' at here, D.
BtweenWrlds: You don't even know what I look like.
N Vizzibal: I was just about to get to that.
N Vizzibal: Sell it to me.
BtweenWrlds: Well, you've correctly surmised I'm a man.
BtweenWrlds: I'm 38, tall, lean, fit. I'm not pretty, but I'm not ugly, either.
BtweenWrlds: My mouth's been called fuckable more than once.
N Vizzibal: Has anybody popped your cherry before?
BtweenWrlds: Fucked my ass? Yes.
N Vizzibal: All right. Tell me about your dick.
BtweenWrlds: Nine inches, cut, a little thicker than average. The only complaints I've gotten were that it was too much to take sometimes.
N Vizzibal: You sound passable.
N Vizzibal: One more thing...
N Vizzibal: That ass I'm gonna plow. I need a good visual here.
BtweenWrlds: Tight. Narrow hips. I run. A little skinny but no one's ever complained about that, either.
N Vizzibal: Your asshole now...
BtweenWrlds: Describe it??
N Vizzibal: It's easier to agree to prostitute yourself than to describe what your asshole looks like?
BtweenWrlds: I've never looked at it!
N Vizzibal: Well, go look. I'll wait.
BtweenWrlds: Are you serious?
N Vizzibal: I'm never not serious.
BtweenWrlds: Fuck.
BtweenWrlds: All right, here's where *you* give *me* something first, N.
N Vizzibal: All right. What is it you need, D?
BtweenWrlds: I need the damned ship.
N Vizzibal: Yes, well... Shoot a little lower. That's the prize at the end of the long month of me fucking you.
BtweenWrlds: Give me something that proves you can give me *that*.
N Vizzibal: All right. How about the Smoker's real identity? His identity for a description of your butthole. Deal?
BtweenWrlds: You can give me that?
N Vizzibal: Yes.
BtweenWrlds: All right.
BtweenWrlds: You first.
N Vizzibal: CGB Spender
BtweenWrlds: Spender? Is he any relation to a Jeffrey Spender?
N Vizzibal: Why yes he is.
BtweenWrlds: What relation?
N Vizzibal: Jeffrey Spender is CGB Spender's son.
BtweenWrlds: Do you know the parameters of Jeffrey Spender's assignment at the FBI?
N Vizzibal: Yes, but that is an entirely different body part all together. Now go find a mirror...
N Vizzibal: And don't give me some porno bullshit either. I'll know.
BtweenWrlds: All right, what the hell do you want to know about it?
N Vizzibal: Color, definitely. Is it perfectly round or more slit-like? Is there hair around it or not? What color is the hair around it? And...does it like stimulation?
BtweenWrlds: Color...I don't know...purplish-light brown with some pink in the inside??? Looks more elongated, top to bottom, yes there's some hair around it...it's a dark brown-black color like all my pubes...and yeah, I have found pleasure in having it stimulated in the past.
N Vizzibal: I can work with that.
BtweenWrlds: Great.
N Vizzibal: Have you given head before or will my cock be your first?
BtweenWrlds: Your cock will be my first.
N Vizzibal: You sound cranky. Are you cranky, D?
BtweenWrlds: I'm FINE.
BtweenWrlds: The parameters of Jeffrey Spender's assignment?
N Vizzibal: Tell me about your balls.
BtweenWrlds: Dark pink in color, I guess. The hair is thicker. They're about the size of large plums?? I have a scar from a surgery when I was four on my left one.
N Vizzibal: What surgery?
BtweenWrlds: Hernia.
BtweenWrlds: Oh and a freckle about the size of a fat marker tip on my right one. And not really large plums so much as average ones.
N Vizzibal: Thanks.
N Vizzibal: All right...
N Vizzibal: Jeffrey just recently found out CGB is his father. He's being groomed to be a player in the Project. But he's a pawn. He knows nothing.
BtweenWrlds: Is he passing information to his father?
N Vizzibal: Not yet. CGB's going slowly with him. Right now he's just doing what he was put in his position to do: be a wrench in the gears of the X-Files just by virtue of his stupidity.
N Vizzibal: Do you know the X-Files? Deep Throat?
BtweenWrlds: Yes.
N Vizzibal: Then you know it was formerly run by an agent named Fox Mulder.
BtweenWrlds: Yes.
N Vizzibal: Jeffrey Spender was groomed to hate Fox Mulder, to believe he and his work are dangerous. That's the groundwork that's been laid for what's to come. That's the groundwork they are so very good at laying. Jeffrey will either fall in under the illusion. Or break Spender's hold. Pretty simple.
BtweenWrlds: He doesn't seem like the type to break the conditioning. His hatred of Mulder seems pretty well-seated.
N Vizzibal: But he's a coward. And that may work in Mulder's favor in the long run. And in yours, if you are a sympathizer to his causes. And my own.
N Vizzibal: I don't think Spender Junior can handle the work, honestly. No matter what Spender Senior plans for him.
BtweenWrlds: So you don't see him as a threat?
N Vizzibal: He could be. If his fear of his father outweighs his fear of the job that has to be done to serve him and the Project.
BtweenWrlds: In your estimation, what is the best way to approach him to possibly sway him to change his mind about Mulder and the X-Files?
N Vizzibal: Tell me if, when you were fucked, it was by a cock, dildo, vegetable...what, and we're in business again.
BtweenWrlds: Strap-on dildo.
N Vizzibal: Silicone jelly? Glass? .....
BtweenWrlds: I didn't have it analyzed. It was rubbery.
N Vizzibal: Good enough.
N Vizzibal: There's really no way to approach Jeffrey. He's just not with it enough to hear the truth. But I'm working on minimizing his participation...neutralizing whatever threat he might be to Mulder and the Resistance.
BtweenWrlds: Really.
N Vizzibal: Really.
BtweenWrlds: What about Diana Fowley?
N Vizzibal: How much do you want to know about her?
BtweenWrlds: Everything you've got.
N Vizzibal: Well, let's put some of those well-described body parts to good use then, shall we?
BtweenWrlds: You can tell me who she's working for? What her agenda is? Her past history? Alliances?
N Vizzibal: Yes, yes, yes, and yes.
BtweenWrlds: What do you want.
N Vizzibal: I'm gonna cyber-fuck that pretty, purplish-brown, pink on the inside asshole, D.
BtweenWrlds: What do you want me to do?
N Vizzibal: Take off all your clothes.
BtweenWrlds: Done.
N Vizzibal: I'm sitting at my desk. Gonna push my chair back to make room for you to come sit on my lap.
N Vizzibal: First just stand there naked in front of me while I stroke myself.
N Vizzibal: Are you limp or hard? Be honest.
BtweenWrlds: Limp.
N Vizzibal: That's all right. You don't have to be hard for me to fuck you.
N Vizzibal: Come straddle me.
N Vizzibal: What does my cock feel like pressed between your asscheeks?
BtweenWrlds: Am I facing you or facing away?
N Vizzibal: Facing me.
BtweenWrlds: Like a silk-covered steel rod cushioned there.
N Vizzibal: Yeah, and you feel like a fucking peach. Soft, firm, sweet...ripe.
N Vizzibal: This chair has no arms and you can put your feet on the ground while you sit in my lap. Can you see that?
BtweenWrlds: Yes.
N Vizzibal: I'm gonna lean forward and grab the lube, then pour a bunch on the end of my cock and between your asscheeks. Do you gasp from the cold?
BtweenWrlds: Do you want me to?
N Vizzibal: Sure. Either gasp or bite your bottom lip to stop it.
BtweenWrlds: Okay.
N Vizzibal: So which is it.
BtweenWrlds: Biting my lip.
N Vizzibal: So I pinch your nipple to get you to release it for me.
N Vizzibal: What do you do then?
BtweenWrlds: Bite it harder, but let out a quiet sound from my throat.
N Vizzibal: Yeah. That's nice.
N Vizzibal: Tell me how you feel...sitting like this. Close, pressed together, legs spread, knowing I'm gonna fuck you.
BtweenWrlds: Scared, shaking a little.
N Vizzibal: What am I wearing?
BtweenWrlds: You're naked.
N Vizzibal: So be it... :-)
BtweenWrlds: Except for the arm. You wear a prosthetic one, right?
N Vizzibal: Yeah. I do.
N Vizzibal: And if you've got a problem with that, the first thing I'm gonna do when we actually meet is shove two prosthetic fingers up your ass without lube, D.
N Vizzibal: So? Do you have a problem?
BtweenWrlds: Are those fingers smooth? ;-)
N Vizzibal: Yeah. Does that mean you have the opposite of a problem with my arm?
BtweenWrlds: Doesn't really matter, does it.
BtweenWrlds: You want me to be your sex slave whether I'm into it or not, so why does it matter what I think of the arm?
N Vizzibal: All right. So I reach between us with my prosthetic hand, wrap the strong, smooth fingers around your terrified cock and start to squeeze it. How's *that* feel?
BtweenWrlds: How hard are you squeezing it?
N Vizzibal: Just hard enough to make you bite that lip again.
BtweenWrlds: The plastic's cold, and I don't know how much control you have over the grip, so I'm terrified. But then I remember our contract is for you not to do any permanent damage, so I try to relax.
N Vizzibal: That's good. Just breathe. I'm gonna pull on it a little. Just get some blood flowing in there. How does that feel?
BtweenWrlds: Hurts a little, because the fear is keeping me soft.
N Vizzibal: All right. Then I'll drop my hand and just massage your balls some. Nice and easy.
N Vizzibal: Heavy, juicy plums in my hand...
BtweenWrlds: Which hand?
N Vizzibal: I'm gonna switch to the flesh one. Real fingers...warm...fluttering closed on your soft nuts.
N Vizzibal: Think I'll just gently tug on them for a bit and watch you try not to breathe hard.
N Vizzibal: Before I switch back to your cock and stroke it...slow...soft...
BtweenWrlds: So...you want me to like it?
N Vizzibal: Why not? I still get my payment whether you do or you don't. If I want to touch your cock, what do I care if it actually gets hard and you come? Doesn't detract from my experience.
BtweenWrlds: But why would you, unless it adds to it?
N Vizzibal: I think I might like to watch you get hard for it...yeah.
BtweenWrlds: I didn't know that.
N Vizzibal: There's a lot you don't know still.
N Vizzibal: I keep a nice, tight hold on your cock and tell you to lift up some. You take your weight in your thighs, which tense, as you raise up.
N Vizzibal: I tell you to take my cock and aim it toward your asshole.
BtweenWrlds: How...big are you?
N Vizzibal: Seven and a half. Thick. Uncut.
N Vizzibal: How does it feel in your hand?
BtweenWrlds: Warm...hard...difficult to aim because I'm shaking so much...
BtweenWrlds: Slippery...
N Vizzibal: All right. I let go of your dick to steady mine for you. I hold it, sticking up, pulling back the foreskin off the shiny, pink head. And I tell you to ease yourself down.
N Vizzibal: You look down between your legs to gauge... Your legs are trembling and your lips are pursed. I feel the tip touch your hot pucker. I thrust up, my stomach tensing, and feel your sweet resistance.
BtweenWrlds: I'd be biting my lip still.
BtweenWrlds: Maybe enough to draw blood. And I wouldn't look down. My eyes would be closed as I concentrated on feeling my way down.
N Vizzibal: That's good. You do that while I use my hand to work my cockhead against your ass while I tell you to open up for me.
N Vizzibal: I feel myself pop in and you do gasp now, stopping. Do you feel stretched?
BtweenWrlds: Yes.
N Vizzibal: Like you're gonna split?
BtweenWrlds: Yes.
N Vizzibal: I wrap my arm around your back. 'Breathe,' I say. 'Easy...' Then I apply some pressure and push you down on my cock another inch.
N Vizzibal: Fuck yeah, you're so tight and hot. What does my dick feel like pushing into your asshole?
BtweenWrlds: It hurts. Feels fuller than is natural for it to ever feel.
BtweenWrlds: (From what I remember. My own experience was over a decade ago.)
N Vizzibal: Just take it slow. I'm leaned back in my chair, hand on your back, letting your hole relax a little around the first third of my dick before I push on you again and this time give a little thrust up, sinking it in halfway as you're pulled closer to my lap, sliding farther down my greased cock.
N Vizzibal: Your grab onto the chair behind my shoulders, leaned over a little to counter balance so that you don't just sit on it and impale yourself.
N Vizzibal: But I give you a nice hard pull that brings you just almost all the way down on my dick. I'm in you so far... And I groan even as you whine a little.
N Vizzibal: I just wanna be fucking you. But I let you catch your breath a little before I tell you, 'Sit on it. Take the rest.'
N Vizzibal: And I let you do it, as you eeeeeeease your way down, finally letting me feel that fine ass settling as I'm sheathed hot inside you.
N Vizzibal: What sound do you make? When I'm all the way in?
BtweenWrlds: Cross between a whining grunt and a sob.
N Vizzibal: That's good... I let you just feel it for a minute. Even though I'm *throbbing* in you and my hips just wanna start fucking my cock into you like a piston.
N Vizzibal: I want you to say it.
N Vizzibal: Tell me to fuck you. Use my last name.
BtweenWrlds: Fuck
BtweenWrlds: me
BtweenWrlds: Krycek
N Vizzibal: Again...
BtweenWrlds: Fuck me Krycek
N Vizzibal: Use an exclamation point. 'Cause you're not gonna be calm when you say it.
BtweenWrlds: Fuck me Krycek!
N Vizzibal: Ohyeah... So I do. I hold you down with my hand wrapped around your hips, and I start pulsing my own hips up...into you...fucking you deep while you cling to my chair.
N Vizzibal: I give it to you slow, letting you ride it till your hole's a little less clamping-tight. Until you bite off a moan...
N Vizzibal: And then I take you by the hips, with my flesh and prosthetic hand. I sink a little lower in the chair, taking your impaled ass with me. And I start to pull you down on it. Lifting you up and pulling you down...
N Vizzibal: So you're sliding up and down my whole dick, landing hard each time.
N Vizzibal: You're grunting. And that sound alone almost makes me come in you.
N Vizzibal: I'm thrusting into you even as I yank you down on my cock.
N Vizzibal: fasternow
N Vizzibal: your flesh slapping on mine
N Vizzibal: fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
N Vizzibal: Oh yeah I come inside you. Pump you full of it. All of it. Until I'm done.
N Vizzibal: So...
N Vizzibal: Did you come over there, D?
BtweenWrlds: What answer do you want?
N Vizzibal: The truthful one.
BtweenWrlds: Yes.
N Vizzibal: Good. Do you need to clean yourself up before we go on?
BtweenWrlds: Already did.
N Vizzibal: All right then.
BtweenWrlds: So...was that good enough to get the intel on Fowley?
N Vizzibal: It'll do.
BtweenWrlds: Fine, then. Who's she working for?
N Vizzibal: CGB Spender.
BtweenWrlds: That's not possible.
N Vizzibal: It's not?
N Vizzibal: D, she's his right hand. His favorite. His permanent flavor of the month.
N Vizzibal: And in case the suggestion wasn't enough, yeah, she's sleeping with him, too.
BtweenWrlds: How long?
N Vizzibal: Ten years.
BtweenWrlds: Why are they targeting Fox Mulder so heavily?
N Vizzibal: Because he saw the ship you're after. And he knows enough to follow their tracks pretty closely. He's close. Even before he saw the ship...
BtweenWrlds: You're talking about Gibson Praise.
BtweenWrlds: Is he the key? Is he the missing link between alien and human? Was he born that way or is he the result of experimental tampering after?
BtweenWrlds: And come on, Krycek, we both know that fuck was good enough for this intel, too.
N Vizzibal: He's *a* key, yes. He's the awakened potential in all humans.
BtweenWrlds: They did something to his brain to activate what is potential in all of us?
N Vizzibal: They didn't do it. Gibson's an abductee. But not of the colonists. Of the Rebels. They did experiments on him that have resulted in the DNA (alien DNA in all of us) activating. Spender and his former group didn't know why he was the way he was.
BtweenWrlds: Which is why they wanted him dead. Because they couldn't control it.
N Vizzibal: Yes, they kill what they can't control. But when they found out what he could do, then they wanted him for themselves.
BtweenWrlds: So they have him.
BtweenWrlds: And Diana helped.
N Vizzibal: Yes.
BtweenWrlds: Do you think there's any way to get him away from them?
N Vizzibal: If I could find him maybe. I don't know where he is.
N Vizzibal: If I could get another month out of you, I'd make every effort.
BtweenWrlds: Deal.
BtweenWrlds: Of course I'll be there, so I'll be making that effort with you. Or am I just there as your fucktoy?
N Vizzibal: I'm not gonna turn it down.
BtweenWrlds: I think you'll find I'm good for more than just being a hole for you to use.
BtweenWrlds: I admit, you know more than I do. A lot more. But I think I have a lot to offer as an ally.
N Vizzibal: Well, we'll see about that. What you're selling already is enough for me. If you're able to help out...bonus.
BtweenWrlds: Great.
BtweenWrlds: So...I 'work' with you for two months, and together we find the ship and Gibson Praise...and you get my body to use virtually however you like as long as you do no permanent damage. Is that the deal?
N Vizzibal: That's the deal.
BtweenWrlds: When does this start?
N Vizzibal: When can you be available?
BtweenWrlds: I'll need to give my resignation first.
N Vizzibal: Your...resignation? Are you serious?
BtweenWrlds: Yes.
BtweenWrlds: You mentioned something up there about me being a sympathizer to Fox Mulder's causes.
N Vizzibal: Yeah.
BtweenWrlds: Are you?
N Vizzibal: I think we both want to put a stop to the Project...to colonization. And we both want Spender taken down. But he and I differ in some other of our opinions.
BtweenWrlds: Such as?
N Vizzibal: His insistence on getting the Truth out to the public.
BtweenWrlds: So you want to take down the Project but not expose them?
N Vizzibal: Expose that there's been a high-level government conspiracy against the people, yeah. But they're not ready to hear about aliens from outer space. If Mulder keeps on that bent, he's gonna secure himself a future meeting with some four point restraints.
BtweenWrlds: So you'll help me take them down, but I'm on my own with taking it public?
BtweenWrlds: What if I throw in another month? ;-)
BtweenWrlds: What if I let you fuck me for as long as it takes to get them?
BtweenWrlds: Assuming you don't get tired of me. Assuming I make every effort to make sure you don't.
N Vizzibal: Dammit, Mulder, I'm not gonna let you throw yourself to the wolves! They're not ready to hear what you have to say!
BtweenWrlds: How long have you known?
N Vizzibal: Way up there when you said name your price. *No*body else knows about that ship but you and *no*body would give so much to get it.
BtweenWrlds: So the deal's still on, then.
BtweenWrlds: And for the record, I put my account of being on that ship in a case file that I then presented to OPR. So yeah, they know. They don't believe, but they know. Which means anyone who has access to my files knows, theoretically.
BtweenWrlds: So it could have been someone other than me, Krycek.
N Vizzibal: You live you learn.
BtweenWrlds: Guess I'm not as in the dark as you thought.
BtweenWrlds: Maybe good for something other than greasing your cock?
N Vizzibal: Like I said. Bonus.
N Vizzibal: And yes. The deal is way on. It was always you to me.
BtweenWrlds: You fucker.
N Vizzibal: LOL!
BtweenWrlds: Sex. That was the key. All this time. To get you to play nice, all I had to do was let you fuck me?
BtweenWrlds: Really???
N Vizzibal: It's not only about that, you know.
N Vizzibal: There's also that Jell-O thing.
N Vizzibal: We've both had to come aways to open our minds to certain things. Me, to seeing the merit in saving the world rather than owning it. And you, to me fucking you up your ass.
N Vizzibal: ::shrug::
BtweenWrlds: You fucker.
N Vizzibal: Yeah, and I'm gonna make you like it, Mulder.
BtweenWrlds: So you've said.
N Vizzibal: So, Mulder... At the risk of snapping you out of whatever delirium you're in over there...
BtweenWrlds: What, you think I'm not serious?
N Vizzibal: I just wanna know what the hell happened that you're willing to quit your job and come be my fuck buddy for two months instead? What drove you into the arms of the likes of me?
BtweenWrlds: Arm.
N Vizzibal: ::sigh::
BtweenWrlds: Hey, I'm still me.
N Vizzibal: I see that.
N Vizzibal: Ever been fisted by a prosthesis, Mulder?
BtweenWrlds: Anyway...
BtweenWrlds: Why would I stay here?
BtweenWrlds: My ex-lover turns out to be banging the Smoker and undoing my work as fast as I do it, my replacement has a direct line to the antiChrist, my boss sat up there with a panel of the rest of my superiors and publicly depantsed and flogged me with the rest of them and to top it all off, my partner turned around and fucked me just when it was her cue to step up and be my one in five billion.
BtweenWrlds: Now WHY the FUCK should I STAY?
N Vizzibal: Point taken. I guess I *do* look pretty good now. Shit.
BtweenWrlds: Yeah.
N Vizzibal: How good do you think they'll be at ignoring it when the evidence is shoved straight up their asses?
BtweenWrlds: Talk dirty to me some more, Krycek.
N Vizzibal: How soon can you turn in your resignation?
BtweenWrlds: Just has to be in person, so I can drop it off tomorrow.
N Vizzibal: You're sure about this. I mean...you *sound* sure... But Mulder. This is ME. I may be on your side. I may be in the perfect place to help you. But I'm still Alex Krycek. Can you handle it?
BtweenWrlds: What, being fucked by you?
BtweenWrlds: I knew it was you from the start, remember?
BtweenWrlds: And yeah, I have a serious problem with the way you do things sometimes, but I think once you're getting what you want from me, I'll be getting what I want from you on that score. If you want to keep getting what you want from me, that is.
BtweenWrlds: You know my line, Krycek. I won't cross it and I can't let you cross it. Don't make it come to that.
N Vizzibal: All right, Mulder.
N Vizzibal: Deal.
BtweenWrlds: So where the fuck are you?
N Vizzibal: I'm in town.
N Vizzibal: Executive Suites off Franklin.
BtweenWrlds: Is that where we're gonna be living?
N Vizzibal: I think I'd like a little more privacy. You?
BtweenWrlds: You're calling the shots here. I'm at the point where I'm ready to admit I don't know enough to know what's best for me.
BtweenWrlds: Can *you* handle *that*?
N Vizzibal: Yeah. I can handle that, Mulder.
BtweenWrlds: So where do you want me to show up? And what do you want me to bring?
N Vizzibal: I have a place out west of here. I'll email you the exact address and directions. Bring a bag of your favorite clothes and some things you can't do without.
BtweenWrlds: Do you want me to steal any files for you?
BtweenWrlds: I can bring you what I've pieced together.
N Vizzibal: That'd be good.
BtweenWrlds: And I'll get you everything I have on our trip to Antarctica, if you want to see it.
N Vizzibal: Yeah. Especially that.
N Vizzibal: What do you like for dinner?
BtweenWrlds: I'm not picky.
N Vizzibal: I'm asking you, Mulder. That means I want to know. What's your favorite?
BtweenWrlds: Chinese food. Almond or Mandarin or Kung pao chicken. I like chicken.
N Vizzibal: Breakfast now.
BtweenWrlds: Cold Chinese food.
N Vizzibal: Favorite things to put between two slices of bread.
BtweenWrlds: Turkey, ham, tuna (but on toast), chicken (I like chicken a lot), cheese, BLT...
N Vizzibal: All right.
N Vizzibal: Can you be there tomorrow evening by eight?
BtweenWrlds: I believe so.
N Vizzibal: Eat something light before you come.
BtweenWrlds: Krycek, I am *not* a natural sub, and though I'm willing to go down and bend over for you, don't think that I'm gonna put on a collar and kneel at your feet. Yes, I'm deferring to you on almost everything having to do with the work, to a point, but you don't own me.
BtweenWrlds: Are we clear?
N Vizzibal: Totally.
BtweenWrlds: Good. Then I'll eat if and when I'm hungry and I'll see you at eight tomorrow.
BtweenWrlds: Oh, and I don't cook. And it's really best if you keep it that way.
N Vizzibal: Don't worry. I can handle that part.
BtweenWrlds: Basically, don't demand anything unless you really gotta have it, because it's all I can do to give you what I'm giving. This isn't a game for me and I don't get off on being ordered around OR on being taken care of. I just need your help and I know you've got the goods.
BtweenWrlds: And I think I'll enjoy getting fucked by you.
BtweenWrlds: You wouldn't want me any other way, Krycek, and we both know it.
BtweenWrlds: ;-)
N Vizzibal: So, let me just get it completely straight. You're going to defer to me in the work unless I want to blow something up. You're going to let me fuck the holy hell out of you. But otherwise, you're gonna be your arrogant, mouthy, prick of a self.
BtweenWrlds: That's basically it. And I'm probably going to pressure you to let me fuck the holy hell out of you, too, but it's not part of the contract.
N Vizzibal: I like it. Let's do it.
BtweenWrlds: Oh, and blowing stuff up is not necessarily a problem for me.
N Vizzibal: Just not people, right?
BtweenWrlds: Right.
N Vizzibal: Cool.
BtweenWrlds: So I'm just gonna put my clothes back on now and start packing, and write a letter to my landlord terminating my lease. Are you leaving for the house tonight or tomorrow morning?
N Vizzibal: Tonight probably. Unless you think it might be handy to have me in town for any reason.
BtweenWrlds: I think I can wait.
BtweenWrlds: But send me the phone number in case I need to contact you. I assume you have my email, then.
N Vizzibal: Yeah. Got it. Sending cell phone and house phone.
BtweenWrlds: Great. And I'm sure you have mine.
N Vizzibal: ;-)
BtweenWrlds: Guess that's it then.
N Vizzibal: Guess so.
BtweenWrlds: This has turned out be one HELL of a weird day.
N Vizzibal: I like weird.
BtweenWrlds: So do I.
BtweenWrlds: See you tomorrow, Krycek.
N Vizzibal: See you tomorrow, Mulder.
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