Out Of Nothing At All
by Shannon
Website: http://themkshrine.angelfire.com
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: M/K
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Mulder goes looking for Krycek and finds him.
Archive: Yes, to any list it's posted to. Anybody else just ask.
Date of First Posting: 11/06/02
I've got the slimy bastard's address. I can't fucking believe it. I know where Alex Krycek sleeps! I can hardly wait for Langly to map it for me. As soon as the directions are printed, I rip them off the machine and sling my jacket over my shoulder, bidding them a distracted, hasty thank you and good-bye.
I should wait until the middle of the night. I know I should. But the desire to bash his face in is too strong. I'm ready *now*. I turn the key in the ignition, throw the car into gear, and peel out.
He's close. In Alexandria even. I feel sick that he's been near me all this time. I've wanted him...wanted to kill him for so long. And we've nearly been neighbors.
Before I know it, I'm on his street, parking three houses down and skirting through several backyards to get to his. Krycek has a yard. How freaky. I jump the fence quickly, landing in soft, green grass. I wait for the sound of dobermans or an alarm and there's nothing. I creep low and fast toward the French d-- French doors? This just can't be the right address. Then I remember Frohike's guarantee.
Mulder, if this is wrong, I'll have myself sent to Scully's house via UPS, wrapped in Saran Wrap at which point I will propose marriage.
Seeing as how having Scully's respect means everything to the little man, I think he's pretty goddamned sure about this. It's just that it seems so...friendly. Not assassin-like at all. I don't think about it too much; I just peer into the well-lit living room and, seeing no one in the area, pick his lock, hiding behind his sofa once I'm inside.
His ivory-with-periwinkle-pin-stripes sofa. With the oak end table next to it. The oak end table with the vase containing sunflowers on it. Jesus, it looks like Scully's! The two could have gone shopping at Ethan Allen together.
I listen for any sounds of him, and I hear running water coming from upstairs.
I come out from behind the couch and make my way stealthily up Krycek's stairs, then down the hall toward the bathroom. The water stops and I freeze, hoping he hasn't heard me. I'm just ready to duck back down the stairwell when I hear music...faint and indistinguishable.
As I edge closer I realize the melody is familiar. It's just not something I've heard in a long, long time. It's... No. It's not. It can't be. I sneak close enough to peek through the crack in the door and I see Krycek, in profile, submerge himself down in a sea of bubbles.
And he starts to sing.
"I know just how to whisper. And I know just how to cry. I know just where to find the answers and I know just how to lie."
The first thing that hits me is that he's got a decent voice. The second is that it's Air Supply. For Christ's sake, it's fucking Air Supply.
I realize the arm holding the gun has lowered, the urge to take him out or even just slap him around his bathroom almost totally doused, leaving only fascination in its wake. Alex Krycek listens to sappy 80s ballads. And sings. In the bubble bath. I can't help but push the door open a little more. His eyes are closed. I just...I have to stay and watch him. Maybe the urge to beat him will come back and I can return to the business at hand. Right now I just want to...observe.
"And I know just where to touch you. And I know just to what to prove. I know when to pull you closer. And I know when to let you loose."
On the last two lines, he seems to get choked up. He pulls his lower lip into his mouth and stifles a sob. My shoulders slump seeing the obvious emotion this song evokes for him. I stand there, brows furrowed, as he continues sadly.
"And I'm never gonna tell you everything I gotta tell you, but I know I gotta give it a try."
His arm comes up out of the water to wipe at his nose as he sniffs. I duck back outside, fearfully, but then the need to keep watching him prods me to peer back in. He's recovered his voice it seems.
"I know all the rules and then I know how to break them and I always know the name of the game."
Huh. No wonder he's all about this song. I'd never considered it before but it kind of fits him. At least that part does. I lean my shoulder against the doorjamb, gun hanging loosely from my unenthusiastic hand.
"But I don't know how to leave you and I'll never let you fall."
I'm ready for the next two lines. I know them. We're almost to the chorus. But he stops singing again. And the next word out of his mouth shocks me to the core.
It comes out as a shuddering moan.
"Mulder..."
I promptly drop my gun and he jerks, sitting up and looking at me, eyes wild, the singer now crooning about making love out of nothing at all.
"Nonono, it's okay," I am amazed to find myself saying, reassuring him. I hold both my hands out, coming into the bathroom. "Alex...I won't hurt you. Just...please..."
He stares at me, green eyes rimmed in red, and I see it. In this moment of complete vulnerability...I see him. The song plays on as we stare at each other.
Every time I see you all the rays of the sun are streaming through the waves in your hair; and every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes like a spotlight.
On the next lines I see his lips move just slightly, mouthing the lyrics probably unconsciously.
The beating of my heart is a drum, and it's lost and it's looking for a rhythm like you.
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night and turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright.
I've got to follow it, 'cause everything I know, well it's nothing till I give it to you.
I inhale sharply. I may be slow on the uptake, but I finally realize why he said my name. This is his song for...us. I don't want to think about whether this is right or not. I don't want to play by the old rules. I want to believe...everything I see in his sad eyes. And as the guitar solo begins, I walk toward him.
I stand next to the tub, over him, and extend my hand. He looks down at it, scared, and then back up at my face.
"Please," I ask him.
He looks back down at my hand and slowly removes his from the water to take it. I pull and he stands, naked and dripping, suds clinging to his muscular body.
"Mulder..." he starts, and I bring a finger to his lips, my other hand still holding his.
"Shhh... Alex...is this how you feel?"
We both listen to the next lines.
I can make tonight forever, Or I can make it disappear by the dawn;
And I can make you every promise that has ever been made, And I can make all your demons be gone.
But I'm never gonna make it without you, Do you really want to see me crawl? And I'm never gonna make it like you do, Making love out of nothing at all.
He nods and I take my finger away.
Out of nothing at all.
I hesitate just for a moment and then slide my hand into his hair.
Out of nothing at all.
He breathes in, surprised, but his eyes lower as my mouth starts to descend toward his.
Out of nothing at all.
I kiss him....press my lips against his tentatively.
Out of nothing at all.
He gasps a sob and I push my tongue into his mouth.
Out of nothing at all.
The music builds and what I meant to be just a simple kiss, a small taste of him, becomes more. Much more. I'm sliding my tongue over his desperately, wrapping my arms around him, getting wet from his bubbles and bath water, feeling his arms wrap around me hesitantly and then holding more tightly as I kiss him deeper, moaning when he sighs into my mouth.
The singer sings on, holding the note, and I kiss Alex Krycek. I kiss him because I've always wanted to taste him. I kiss him because he sings songs to me by himself in the bath. I kiss him because I shouldn't and it was finally more than I could do to not kiss him. And I never want this song to end because I never want to stop kissing him again.
End
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