Lisa E Krysa
by Satina and Shannon
Date First Posted: 3/11/05Rating: NC-17 * Pairing: M/K
Archive Permissions: Freely given, but please use HTML format to preserve the IM quality.
Disclaimers: Mulder and Krycek are not my characters. They belong to Fox and Chris Carter.
Warnings: BDSM power games.
Summary:
Krycek IMs Mulder a few nights after The Red and The Black.
Feedback Welcomed HERE.
Return to The M/K ShrineRussian translation: Lisa=fox Krysa=rat E=and
pieceofthe314: Hey Mulder. How's your head?
hedupmyrrend: Who is this?pieceofthe314: No gun in your chest now. Wanna be friends?
hedupmyrrend: Krycek. Still trying to be my friend, huh? What's the matter...no one else to play with tonight?
pieceofthe314: Small playing field. And you're the only quarterback.
hedupmyrrend: Oooooo sweet talk. Are you fluttering your lashes, too? What do you want, you little kissass?
pieceofthe314: If I'm a kissass, my aim sure was off. I'm not here to kiss your ass, Mulder. I'm here to save it.
hedupmyrrend: I musta been an awful good boy to get all this help from you all of a sudden.
pieceofthe314: You call that good? I call it being a no-good, sorry for yourself prick.
hedupmyrrend: Oh yeah? Fuck you. And it sure seems to keep you coming back for more, now doesn't it?
pieceofthe314: Fuck me? I gave you that rebel, Mulder. Keep up the potty mouth, I'll take my ball game elsewhere.
hedupmyrrend: You gave me a splitting headache and a night being booked on charges on a military base.
hedupmyrrend: Other than that, my memory's not real clear on *what* you gave me, as a matter of fact.
pieceofthe314: You didn't hit your head on your chair *that* hard. Only hard enough to dislodge it from your ass. Or so I thought.
hedupmyrrend: Cute. No, it was more the complimentary mind-wipe I got for my troubles.
pieceofthe314: And I suppose you think I engineered that. I love all the credit you give me, but really it's not necessary in this case. That wasn't my work. Got Advil?
hedupmyrrend: You gonna 'get that for me, too?' Krycek?
hedupmyrrend: Like I'd stick anything in my mouth that had anything to do with you.
pieceofthe314: You do catty even better over IM than in person. More time to think I guess. Less 'one-hand' jabs...more your primo stuff.
hedupmyrrend: Glad you appreciate it. What do you want, asshole?
hedupmyrrend: Oh God, I just got it. 314. Pi. You're not only a liar, a murderer, and a coward...you're a math geek!!
pieceofthe314: I'm not the only geek here, you GOT IT, Mulder.
pieceofthe314: And I want to give you back the game. They took it over, made you think aliens were fiction, made you want to eat your gun. You let them. It's time to take it all back. I'm here to make sure you do.
hedupmyrrend: Make sure I do?? So I can be your little lapdog? Fuck you, Krycek!
pieceofthe314: Oh Mulder. Don't you know how far up my ass your foot would go were I to try to collar you? This isn't about you coming to heel. This isn't about reserving power from you and making you beg. I'm here to give it back to you.
pieceofthe314: If you want it.
hedupmyrrend: Give me back MY power?? How many different ways can I say Fuck you, Krycek?!
pieceofthe314: So far you've only got the one. You might want to practice a few others in the mirror.
pieceofthe314: And if you think you don't need my help in this, you really are crazy.
hedupmyrrend: For you, Krycek, I'll learn a new language to say it in.
hedupmyrrend: And I suck at languages.
pieceofthe314: I can help with that.
hedupmyrrend: Ohhhh...more translation services? Yeah, that worked out SO WELL last time!
pieceofthe314: All right. You want a translation? Paskuda = Bad. Tempered. Bitch.
hedupmyrrend: You fucking little prick! I should have LEFT you in that car and called Skinner to keep you company!!!
pieceofthe314: I've been downgraded from Scully to Skinner? For being honest? Thanks a lot. I should have told you it meant beautiful wildflower.
pieceofthe314: Sweet fecund buttercup...
hedupmyrrend: Oh, so you want me to send Scully in to keep you company. Krycek, you'd end up a lot more fucked up with her, let me tell you.
pieceofthe314: We're getting a little off-track here. Not that I'm not enjoying your company, as always. But I guess I thought you'd be more interested in what I have to offer. Maybe I need to get a little more concrete.
hedupmyrrend: Or maybe you need to get a whole lot better at kissing my ass.
pieceofthe314: I guess I'd better if I want to get anywhere near that cheek again since your head is buried up there somewhere on your own admission.
pieceofthe314: Tell me you remember my fond farewell...
hedupmyrrend: What, the cherry chapstick or the Russian bullshit?
pieceofthe314: I guess they left that intact, then. Didn't deem that important enough to wipe. I'm a little offended. It was *my* favorite part.
hedupmyrrend: Definitely the most unique mindfuck I've received from you, I'll give you that. And was that Juicy Fruit???
pieceofthe314: Is that a crime?
hedupmyrrend: Just because your bullshit comes out of a sweet-smelling, well- moisturized mouth doesn't mean I'm gonna swallow it any easier.
pieceofthe314: You went didn't you?
pieceofthe314: Because it wasn't bullshit. Was it?
pieceofthe314: Was. It. Mulder.
hedupmyrrend: Not this time.
pieceofthe314: Did they take everything? About the rebel, I mean. Did you retain any of it?
hedupmyrrend: Why? Wanna fill in the blanks with your own Juicy Fruit-scented embellishments?
pieceofthe314: First my hair, now my breath... I thought I'd try the truth, actually.
hedupmyrrend: There's just so much to be irritated with about you, Krycek, I can't choose just one.
pieceofthe314: I'm glad you've picked up another obsession to go with the hair. What next, Mulder? I'm intrigued to see where you go with this.
hedupmyrrend: Well, you smelled like shit.
hedupmyrrend: Except for the breath.
hedupmyrrend: Like mopwater, sweat, and oil. What, you couldn't shower before running over to send me to play 'fetch' for you?
pieceofthe314: I figured the gum was courtesy enough.
hedupmyrrend: Pig.
hedupmyrrend: So the kiss was planned, then. From the start. Just part of the whole manipulation.
pieceofthe314: I didn't say that.
hedupmyrrend: But you chewed gum and applied lip balm ahead of time. Hard evidence of premeditation, Krycek.
pieceofthe314: How do you know these things aren't part of my daily routine, Mulder? I chap easily, you know.
hedupmyrrend: You're right, Krycek. I don't know the first thing about you.
pieceofthe314: You should know how easily my lips crack. Since they've done so every time under your fists.
hedupmyrrend: So you wore chapstick to keep me from splitting your lip again? You think that's gonna do it? How about you quit fucking me over. That'll go a lot further in keeping your sweet little cherry-smooth lips intact, ratfuck.
pieceofthe314: But Mulder...I didn't fuck you over this time.
hedupmyrrend: Yeah, and how are your lips?
pieceofthe314: Sweet. Cherry-flavored. Smooth. Very intact. You want I should kiss the screen? Send an imprint?
hedupmyrrend: Bite me.
pieceofthe314: Yeah, I guess you would still feel them that way. You like a little hard pain with your sweet and soft?
hedupmyrrend: Whadda you think?
hedupmyrrend: Cut the shit, Krycek. What are you gonna give me?
pieceofthe314: Two tickets to Antarctica.
pieceofthe314: And the other one *isn't* for Scully.
hedupmyrrend: I'm not in the mood to build snowmen with you, Krycek.
pieceofthe314: Not even if I can show you a ship? Buried in the ice? Just chock full of aliens?
hedupmyrrend: And why would you do that for me?
pieceofthe314: It's not for you. It's for the Resistance.
hedupmyrrend: Ah yes. Men. Who know, as you do, that resistance is in their grasp. And mine. Did you practice that in front of a mirror first, Krycek?
pieceofthe314: Now, if I had time for that, I would have showered.
hedupmyrrend: Just a drama queen by nature, then, I guess.
pieceofthe314: What you call drama, I call the end of the world as we know it. Potayto, potahto. Do you own snowboots?
hedupmyrrend: What in HELL makes you think I'd go anywhere with you EVER again, Krycek??
pieceofthe314: I learned my lesson after the last time, Mulder. Or had that not occured to you. Yes, I beat it with one hand now. The far more long-reaching effect being that I know what fucking you over gets me.
pieceofthe314: I don't want to lose the other one.
hedupmyrrend: Don't even try to blame that on me.
pieceofthe314: No blame. Just the cold hard truth. Surely you know that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result each time.
hedupmyrrend: So you're not going to do the same insane shit to me you usually do?pieceofthe314: That's what I'm saying.
hedupmyrrend: Well, then maybe your cherry-sweet lips will get to stay intact.
hedupmyrrend: If you make it good.
pieceofthe314: Mulder, if I'm right about this, it's beyond good.
pieceofthe314: Well, extraordinarily bad, but good for us if we get there in time.
hedupmyrrend: If you're right about this? You're dragging me off on a hunch?
pieceofthe314: What, you don't believe in hunches now? They wipe that from you, too? Or is that another thing they took from you when they made you believe you were crazy, wrong, and dangerous to all who befriended you?
hedupmyrrend: No, I believe in *MY* hunches. I don't have one good reason to even *start* to believe in yours.
pieceofthe314: Well, you'll be happy to know it's more than a hunch. (Not that you had anything more from me to go off of with Weikamp.) But. I have some proof of what's going on. Just nothing definitive.
hedupmyrrend: Nothing you'll show *me*, you mean.
pieceofthe314: Didn't say that, either. You've got a fast, fat, insolent mouth, you know that?
hedupmyrrend: And you just BEG to be punched in yours. You know that?
pieceofthe314: I've got wire tap on some higher ups in the Syndicate. The alien lighthouses...the burnings...this is way off the time-table. They're planning something that even the smoker and his friends don't know about. I think I do.
hedupmyrrend: You mean the rebels?
pieceofthe314: No. The colonists. The burnings are a way for the rebels to incinerate whatever abductees may be about to be used in the colonist's plan. I believe the abductees are being taken to Antarctica.
pieceofthe314: And I believe they're being used as vessels for a new breed of alien to be birthed.
hedupmyrrend: And you want *me* on this?
pieceofthe314: That's your question? I tell you I think the aliens are gestating now in a ship in Antarctica and you think you're NOT the man for the job?
hedupmyrrend: I know I am. I just don't trust YOU to know that. And I am suspicious of your motives in sharing this with me. Which means I'm suspicious of the information.
pieceofthe314: Do you think my motives with Weikamp were suspect, Mulder?
hedupmyrrend: Oh come on. You hand me my wet dream and I'm just supposed to lick it up and say thanks, please can I have some more?
hedupmyrrend: Just because you gave me the goods once doesn't mean I won't get totally fucked over the next time.
hedupmyrrend: And what better way to get me to bend over than to offer me some sugar first?
hedupmyrrend: Still there, Krycek?
pieceofthe314: Oh I'm here.
pieceofthe314: Thing is, Mulder... You can't NOT go. I've got the goods. I'm following up on them. I'll do it without you if I have to. I don't want to have to.
pieceofthe314: Just because I've got another wet dream of yours waiting in the palm of my hand, doesn't mean it's not real. Or that I won't give it to you. I *have* to give it to you. It's yours for the taking.
hedupmyrrend: Yeah, right up the ass.
pieceofthe314: Anally obsessed much?
hedupmyrrend: Fuck you, you little shit. Why do you always do this to me?
hedupmyrrend: Why me? What's so fucking special about fucking with my life?
pieceofthe314: Your life is that fucking special, Mulder. But I'm done fucking around in it. This is the real deal. You don't have to believe me. But if you don't go, you'll never have your truth.
hedupmyrrend: Never, huh? It's follow you to *literally* the ends of the earth or I'm just a poor, pathetic loser with no life?
pieceofthe314: No. It's GO WITH ME, no following necessary, or you're just waiting for them to colonize like the rest of the sheep.
hedupmyrrend: If you are the only way I'm ever gonna have my truth, guess I'll quit now and just let 'em lock me down in those 4- points.
pieceofthe314: Oh come off it, Mulder! Jesus, you're GOING to go! Quit fucking around. Or is your head so far up your ass, you can't see anything but your own shit anymore?
hedupmyrrend: No, Krycek, I'm just really really tired of yours.
pieceofthe314: Understandable, tovarisch. I am, too.
hedupmyrrend: I looked that up. Comrade? Partner? A blend between fellow soldier and friend? Are you *serious*?
pieceofthe314: Didn't I *look* fucking serious, Mulder?
hedupmyrrend: Okay, Krycek. If you really wanna be my friend, you've got an assload of questions to answer first. And a WORLD of sucking up to do.
pieceofthe314: Chapstick at the ready, lisa.
pieceofthe314: (Since you need something new to look up now.)
hedupmyrrend: No problem, krysa. Found me a real good site for that.
pieceofthe314: LOL! Excellent.
hedupmyrrend: Since I have your hard-sought approval, you little punk, we'll start. Did you kill my father?
pieceofthe314: No warm-up then. All right. Yes. It was me. I killed him.
hedupmyrrend: And you still think I should be your friend.
pieceofthe314: There's no should. Do I still want your partnership in this? Yes. Do I deserve it? Hardly. Is it necessary? Definitely.
hedupmyrrend: You killed my father. What's to stop you from killing me?
hedupmyrrend: You left me in a Russian gulag! They beat me and experimented on me and were going to work me to death!
hedupmyrrend: FRIEND!
pieceofthe314: Do you think I'm just full of deranged bloodlust? Do you think his death wasn't in order that thousands of others not be killed?
pieceofthe314: I know what you think of me. I know you're pretty much right. I also know there was no good way. None. Nothing that didn't involve death. I'm sorry for your pain, Mulder. I understand pain a little better now.
hedupmyrrend: Oh, you feel my pain. But you walked right out and left me to it.
pieceofthe314: As for the gulag, you have every reason to want to see me tortured as you were. I would have gotten you out, but I don't expect you to just take me at my word on it.
pieceofthe314: The shit of it is, your death has never and does not serve me or the planet.
hedupmyrrend: Oh, sorry that's the shit of it for you. That my death can't be justified for you, Krycek.
pieceofthe314: That's not what I meant, dammit.
hedupmyrrend: Cheer up. Maybe someday it *will* be in your best interests to kill me.
pieceofthe314: I don't want you dead!!!
hedupmyrrend: Maybe someday soon. In the fucking Antarctic.
pieceofthe314: Goddamnit, Mulder... Look. You're asking me what happened. You're asking for the truth of the past. I'm giving it. The truth of right now and from here on out is that I'd protect your life with my own.
hedupmyrrend: Offering to be *my* bitch for awhile, are you?
hedupmyrrend: Until a bigger bone comes along.
pieceofthe314: To use your language, and to risk giving you an ego the shape and size of a small country, there *is* no bigger bone. And yeah. I'm willing to do this on your terms. Name them, Mulder. I'll sit and stay.
hedupmyrrend: And from here on out. Quite an offer. Til death do us part, Krycek? And me without a ring.
pieceofthe314: Get one. I'll wear it. Wherever you want.hedupmyrrend: How 'bout through your damned nose so I can lead you around?
hedupmyrrend: Although, it's probably not big enough.
pieceofthe314: Adding the nose to the hair and the breath?
hedupmyrrend: I told you. I can't choose just one.
pieceofthe314: Is that where you want it?
hedupmyrrend: Aren't you afraid I'll just jerk it out?
pieceofthe314: Of course. Aren't you afraid if you jerk it out, you won't have your rat on his leash anymore?
hedupmyrrend: You think I need a ring to keep you on my leash, krysa?
pieceofthe314: No. I thought you thought you needed it. I thought that would make things...more physical for you. Like a contract without the signatures. Like a metal promise.
hedupmyrrend: You're serious!
pieceofthe314: You're not?
pieceofthe314: I've never known you to joke around me. (Barring the beating myself comment, which I chalked up to nerves.)
hedupmyrrend: You haven't stuck around long enough to really find out.
pieceofthe314: Well. Isn't that what the ring is for? To help us know I'm sticking around this time?
hedupmyrrend: You're saying you're serious. That you're not only offering me help NOW, but from here on out.
hedupmyrrend: You expect me to believe that for some reason you've decided to tether yourself to me until you die, for better or worse, richer or poorer,alien colonization or not.
hedupmyrrend: What the HELL are you smoking, Krycek???
pieceofthe314: Why don't you take me up on it, Mulder, and see what I'm willing to do?
hedupmyrrend: Because I'm more sure you're willing to get me hurt or killed than I am sure you're willing to be any kind of real ally.
hedupmyrrend: And that's as serious as I get.
pieceofthe314: I'm sorry you got hurt at Weikamp. I should have gone with you. Everything in me told me to.
hedupmyrrend: Scully stayed in the car. I could have used the back-up.
pieceofthe314: Yeah. I could've stood to give it to you. It felt like shit...leaving. Again. I'm through with following their orders. Even ones designed to work in favor of world freedom.
hedupmyrrend: And you're gonna follow mine.
pieceofthe314: Should have from the beginning. Not that I love orders from anyone. But knowing you want what I want, and knowing what I've done to you before... I think it's time for me to take some orders from you...yeah.
hedupmyrrend: All right then. Yeah. I want you to get a ring. Not in your nose. That's gross.
hedupmyrrend: Right nipple. Big platinum hoop I can put my finger through.
hedupmyrrend: You show up with that, and I'll take you to Antarctica.
hedupmyrrend: And I will test it, Krycek, to make sure it's not a clip-on.
pieceofthe314: You got it.
pieceofthe314: How soon?
hedupmyrrend: I don't want you going to some dirty shithole, so I'll give you tomorrow to find a good place. Be at my apartment at 10 sharp...heh...tomorrow night.
pieceofthe314: Ten. Sharp. Anything else?
hedupmyrrend: Yeah, my floors could use a good scrubbing. Bring floor wax. And don't ask me how to use it, because I don't have a fucking clue. Learn.
pieceofthe314: You're not...are you serious?
hedupmyrrend: Yes.
hedupmyrrend: Are you?
pieceofthe314: Yes. I am.
hedupmyrrend: Great. Bring me a pizza. Pepperoni and onion with double cheese. And a six-pack of Corona. I'm sure I'll get thirsty watching you do all that work.
hedupmyrrend: And limes. Fresh ones.
pieceofthe314: That all?
hedupmyrrend: And some of those $500 Goretex gloves they use to climb Mt. Everest. In blue.
pieceofthe314: Already got some. But they're white. For camoflauge, Mulder?
hedupmyrrend: I like blue.
pieceofthe314: All right. Here-I-Am-SHOOT-ME-Blue it is! Mulder, keeping you safe is more important than keeping you stylin'.
hedupmyrrend: Oh all right, white, then, you smart-ass little bastard.
pieceofthe314: 8-)
hedupmyrrend: And I'm flying first-class all the way. And you are SO paying.
hedupmyrrend: No bureau expense report. This is vacation time for me. Nobody knows about this but me and you.
pieceofthe314: You think I want this on the evening news? Just you and me, Mulder. A little down time in the Antarctic. Done. What else?
hedupmyrrend: I assume you're providing all the gear?
pieceofthe314: I already bought two of everything. Just in case.
hedupmyrrend: In white.
hedupmyrrend: You know my shoe size?
pieceofthe314: Yeah. I know it. I know the size of everything.
hedupmyrrend: Think so, huh?
hedupmyrrend: Where do you get your intel?
pieceofthe314: Your closet.
pieceofthe314: ;-)
hedupmyrrend: Well you'd better Come Out of there, Krycek.
pieceofthe314: You were late. The night of Weikamp. I felt compelled. Nice shoes, by the way. But all right. I'll come out if you really want me to.
hedupmyrrend: Since you'll probably be doing my laundry from now on, you're welcome to it, rat.
hedupmyrrend: Maybe I'll even let you build a nice little nest in there.
pieceofthe314: Are you...serious? You want to keep me in there?
hedupmyrrend: What, not enough space for ya?
pieceofthe314: I, uh... I'm...
hedupmyrrend: I've only got the one bedroom, after all. One bed.
pieceofthe314: I'm afraid of...small, dark spaces.
hedupmyrrend: Krycek, did you really think I was going to keep you in my CLOSET???
pieceofthe314: Well...yes.
pieceofthe314: Skinner kept me on his balcony.
pieceofthe314: Why should this be different?
hedupmyrrend: That was one night. And you weren't his pet rat.
hedupmyrrend: He was babysitting for me.
pieceofthe314: Are you going to let him again? This deal is with you. No one else.
hedupmyrrend: No, I'm not going to let him again.
hedupmyrrend: Truthfully, Alex, I did that for your safety.
hedupmyrrend: Safety from me.
pieceofthe314: Would you have killed me, Mulder?
hedupmyrrend: No.
pieceofthe314: I don't want to be lent out. I don't want the ring to mean that...to be anybody's...
hedupmyrrend: No!
pieceofthe314: No what?
hedupmyrrend: No, you're not going to be lent out!
hedupmyrrend: Jesus, I probably couldn't trust you to come back!
pieceofthe314: I trust you.
pieceofthe314: I don't trust him. If I'm unsafe with you, Mulder... You're who I want to be unsafe with. Not Skinner, not Spender, not anyone else. My fate is yours. Please don't give it away.
hedupmyrrend: Surely you don't trust me not to hurt you...after what I've done to you.
pieceofthe314: I trust you not to do real harm.
hedupmyrrend: Then you already knew I wouldn't have killed you.
pieceofthe314: Yes.
pieceofthe314: So why didn't you keep me?
hedupmyrrend: I was afraid of what I *would* do.
pieceofthe314: But not of what Skinner would do?
hedupmyrrend: I thought I could trust Skinner.
hedupmyrrend: I didn't know he had...those kinds of feelings...about you.
hedupmyrrend: Is that all he did? Put you out on the balcony?
hedupmyrrend: Krycek?
hedupmyrrend: I need to know.
pieceofthe314: Yeah, he tried. But he must have decided it wasn't worth his time, his badge of hetero masculinity, whatever. He didn't do it. Do you even care?
hedupmyrrend: Goddamnit he had no right to do that!
hedupmyrrend: I didn't know he was like that!
hedupmyrrend: That he had that kind of...shit, Krycek, I didn't know!
hedupmyrrend: No matter what you've done, NO ONE has the right to do that to you.
hedupmyrrend: Not even me.
hedupmyrrend: Which is why I *didn't* let myself keep you here that night!
hedupmyrrend: Fuck!
pieceofthe314: Which is...why??
pieceofthe314: You didn't keep me because you...wanted me? Or because you wanted to *hurt* me...like that?
hedupmyrrend: Oh fuck.
hedupmyrrend: Both.
hedupmyrrend: You were being so cocky...all your purred promises and demure glances from under your lashes...your pretty fake smile and gayboy haircut...
hedupmyrrend: I didn't think I could...hold out.
hedupmyrrend: Fuck.
hedupmyrrend: And that prick wasn't even there for all that! He just...dammit, I don't believe this!
pieceofthe314: So...you...want that now? The hurt? That *kind* of hurt?
hedupmyrrend: No, goddammit.
hedupmyrrend: And what if I did? Are you really willing to go *that* far with this???
pieceofthe314: Do you not know why I let you hit me, Mulder?
hedupmyrrend: I never really thought about it.
pieceofthe314: That's bullshit.
pieceofthe314: You *think* about goddamned everything.
hedupmyrrend: Okay, I just figured you realized, rightfully, that I deserve to have that back from you.
pieceofthe314: You'd think, wouldn't you.
hedupmyrrend: Yes, that's what I'd think.
pieceofthe314: I wish I could give that to you...that noble stance. I can't.
pieceofthe314: I fucking love it when you touch me, Mulder. I'll take it anyway I can get it.
hedupmyrrend: Oh.
pieceofthe314: You know, I *hit* Skinner. Hard. He owed me the gut-punch. Not that I had much choice. But I sure as hell didn't take it 'cause I wanted it.
pieceofthe314: I don't want to bleed for you. But I will. If that's the only way you'll touch me. Just don't give me away. And don't chain me in the closet. Take me out and use me.
hedupmyrrend: I won't give you away.
hedupmyrrend: I don't trust you to stay with anyone, and I don't trust them to be able to hold onto you.
hedupmyrrend: And I don't want anyone else touching you.
pieceofthe314: the closet?
hedupmyrrend: I never had any intentions of keeping you in my closet, Krycek.
hedupmyrrend: I'm not that much of a freak.
pieceofthe314: But the terms of the agreement will have me with you? 24/7? Until the end of the Project, of course.
hedupmyrrend: Hold on there, rat. You said 'from here on out.'
pieceofthe314: You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't say that to get out of anything. I thought...you'd want to be rid of me. When I'm no longer needed.
hedupmyrrend: I suppose it's possible. But on my terms. You'll stay until I tell you you're free.
hedupmyrrend: And yes, the only way I can keep an eye on you is to keep you with me 24/7.
hedupmyrrend: So tomorrow when you show up with your ring and my dinner, don't expect to be going back home again, except to pick up your shit after the trip.
hedupmyrrend: And really, you won't need much of that, because I'll be picking out your clothes from now on. Although...you can bring the jacket.
pieceofthe314: All right.
pieceofthe314: So. You don't want to hurt me by raping me. I believe it's understood that if I piss you off in anyway, I'll feel it. But not that way. So...
pieceofthe314: Do you want me in your bed, Mulder?
hedupmyrrend: I'll start with you on your knees in my living room, rat.
pieceofthe314: Waxing your floor. I understand.
hedupmyrrend: Is that what they're calling it these days?
pieceofthe314: What do *you* call it, Mulder?
hedupmyrrend: I'm gonna use you up, Krycek. I'm gonna fuck your mouth, then I'm gonna fuck that sweet little bubble-butt of yours. THEN you're gonna wax my floor. Naked. With my spunk dribbling down your inner thighs.
hedupmyrrend: And I'm gonna crack open a Corona and eat some pizza and watch you.
pieceofthe314: Just so we're clear.
hedupmyrrend: And if you do a good job on the floor, I *might* not make you sleep on it.
pieceofthe314: And if I do a good job on the floor, where *might* you let me sleep?
hedupmyrrend: With my cock up your ass, rat.
hedupmyrrend: But bring your sleeping bag just in case.
pieceofthe314: I think you'll be satisfied with my wax-job.
pieceofthe314: But bag. Got it. Check.
hedupmyrrend: If you ever break the terms of this agreement in any blatant, obvious betrayal, I will rip out that ring before I shoot you.
pieceofthe314: I'll take off my shirt for you, tovarisch, if it comes to that.
hedupmyrrend: If it comes to that, you won't be calling me tovarisch anymore, Alex. You'll have walked out on me and stabbed me in the back again.
pieceofthe314: I know it means next to nothing right now, so I'll let time be my promise to you.
hedupmyrrend: I don't believe in promises. I believe in intentions. And demonstrations.
pieceofthe314: My time with you will be my demonstration. I won't let you down. That's not a promise. That's my intention.
hedupmyrrend: Guess I'll see you tomorrow at 10 pm SHARP, then, krysa.
pieceofthe314: I'll be wearing your ring. Do you want my chest bare for you when I show up?
hedupmyrrend: No, I'll be taking your shirt off when you get inside. That's only for me to enjoy.
pieceofthe314: Understood. Only for you.
hedupmyrrend: As is the rest of you from now on. That *is* a given, right? If anyone touches you with your consent, I'll rip the ring out.
hedupmyrrend: If they touch you without my consent, you will tell me.
hedupmyrrend: And I will deal with it.
pieceofthe314: That's the deal. It's all yours. Like it always should have been.
hedupmyrrend: Damn right. Now you'd better start calling around and find yourself a good piercing parlor. I'm going to bed.
pieceofthe314: Good night, Mulder.
hedupmyrrend: Good night, krysa.