The Contract
by Satina
Written: October 8, 2007
Posted: January 30, 2008
Dedicated to Alea Rose and her synchronicitous LJ icon, "Hold The Proof," which, believe it or not, she created without ever knowing about this!
Pairing: M/K
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: All episodes up to The Beginning
Summary: After the events of The Beginning, Krycek shows up with an offer.
Notes: This same plot was featured in the IM-Fic Between Worlds which is a collaboration by myself and Shan, but there it was treated with much more light-heartedness (and perhaps, light-headedness) whereas here, I have attempted to keep them both in character and keep the mood serious.
"Mulder."
Mulder jerked awake, then reached for the gun he'd lain on the coffee table before falling asleep.
"It's not there," Krycek said.
Mulder sat up, breathing out slowly. Seeing the gun pointed at him in the dark, he made no further move.
"So here's the deal," Krycek said. "I heard what happened with OPR."
Mulder's eyes narrowed.
"How your partner failed to back you up, making you look like a raving lunatic."
Mulder's exhale was short.
"Again," Krycek added. "And how your ex-girlfriend used you and cut you loose."
Mulder licked his lips slowly, eyes throwing black sparks.
"Nobody believes you," Krycek went on. "And you've got no one left on your side."
Mulder's jaw clenched, his breathing slow and deep.
"I believe you though, Mulder," Krycek said, arching his brows. "I know all about that ship you found in Antarctica."
Mulder exhaled heavily through his nose.
"I know all about lots of things," said Krycek, tilting his head. "All kinds of them."
"What," Mulder bit out. "Do. You. Want, you psychotic piece of shit."
Krycek smiled. "Funny you should ask," he said. "All right, let's go ahead and talk about that."
Mulder glared at him.
"I've wanted to fuck you for years," Krycek said calmly.
Mulder's breath left him in a hard exhale.
"I thought it might go away," Krycek said. "That if I used you in enough fantasies in enough ways that I'd eventually get bored and move on."
Mulder ground his teeth audibly.
"But no matter how I defile you, no matter what depraved things I do to you, I just keep coming back for more."
Mulder breathed in and out slowly.
"So that's what I want," Krycek said. "The real thing."
Mulder lunged up off the couch and swing his fist hard, connecting with Krycek's mouth.
Krycek staggered backward a little, then licked at the trickle of blood on his lip. "Yeah, I'll give you that one," he said.
"I'm gonna kill you," Mulder growled.
Krycek raised the gun, pressing it into Mulder's chest. "No you're not," he said. "We both know that if you really wanted me dead, I'd be dead, and if I really wanted you dead, you'd be dead," he said. "That's not what either of us wants."
"You're delusional," Mulder seethed.
"I don't think so," Krycek said.
"If you don't wanna kill me, why should I be afraid of this gun in my chest?" Mulder said.
"Regardless of my desire to see you dead, the illusion of mortal danger makes the negotiation process easier," Krycek said. "For me, that is."
Mulder's eyes narrowed. "Negotiation?" he sneered.
"Yes," Krycek said. "This isn't about rape, Mulder. That's not what I want." He considered a moment. "Oh, I've thought about it," he said, arching his brows. "A lot, but short of chaining you up in a dungeon with a bewildering level of security, I just can't get everything I want from you unless you consent."
"Consent?" Mulder spat, eyes wide. "You really are insane!"
"Again, I don't think so," Krycek said. "This wouldn't really work unless you wanted me, too."
"Then this really isn't gonna work, Krycek," Mulder said lowly. "The only way I wanna touch you is with my fists, my feet, and maybe assorted medieval weaponry."
"Creative," Krycek said. "But also bullshit. You do want me, Mulder. I felt it in Hong Kong, jamming into my hip. I saw it in Flushing, when I made my offer there, and I sure as hell saw it when I knocked you on your ass and kissed you." He smiled.
Mulder smiled back cruelly. "You saw what you wanted to, Krycek. Doesn't make it real."
"Your denial is perfectly acceptable in this arrangement," Krycek said. "As long as you sign the contract."
Mulder's brows arched. "Contract?"
"Yes," Krycek replied. "A contract for the equitable exchange of services for a limited time duration, to be agreed upon and signed by both of us."
"Exchange of services?" Mulder fairly exclaimed.
"Yes," Krycek said. "It's the oldest story in the world, Mulder. I have something you want, and you have something I want."
"And just what is it that you want me to believe you're going to actually provide?" Mulder said.
"Intelligence of a variety of subjects," Krycek answered. "The kind you're not going to get anywhere else."
"Oh yeah like what?" Mulder sneered.
"Like the smoking man's real name," Krycek answered. "And his connection to both your new replacement, Jeffrey Spender, and your old girlfriend, Diana Fowley."
Mulder frowned.
"I also have a small stockpile of that vaccine you used to save Scully's life," he said. "As well as all the research from both the American and Russian experimental protocols being used to develop it."
"Go on," Mulder said darkly.
"I can give you the locations of other installations like the one you found, bee farms from where the virus will be disseminated," he went on. "Unless, of course, you stop them."
Mulder squinted.
"I can help you find out what really happened to your sister."
Mulder's nostrils flared and he clenched his fists.
Krycek pushed the gun into his chest firmly. "I mean it, Mulder. I don't have her locked up in my basement or anything, but I know where she was for several years after she was taken, and together, we may be able to trace her."
"You son of a bitch," Mulder breathed. "Together? Like we were together in the Tunguskan forest, Krycek?"
Krycek smiled mirthlessly. "That didn't exactly turn out well for me, either, Mulder," he said, lifting his fake left arm. "No, not like that. This time, as long as you fulfill your obligations as outlined in the contract, I will remain loyal to you."
"What in the hell makes you think I'll just believe that?" Mulder spat.
"Because if I'm not, the deal's off, and we go back to the way things are right now," Krycek said. "In fact, if at any time, you feel I'm not fulfilling my obligations as outlined in the contract, you can terminate it and walk away, and we can resume the status quo."
"If you sell me out again, it just might kill me this time," Mulder said. "It nearly did last time."
"I think we covered that," Krycek said with another lift of his left arm. "You can always kill me if things don't work out, Mulder, but if you don't at least try this, you'll never know what you could have had."
"And neither will you," Mulder said lowly.
"And neither will I," Krycek agreed. "And of course, if at any time *I* feel *you're* not fulfilling your obligations, I have the same option to terminate."
Mulder snorted. "So you can just do whatever you want to me, decide it's not as great as you'd hoped, and walk away, like always," he said.
"I'm willing to put up collateral to open the deal," Krycek said. "To demonstrate my good faith. On your desk are two file folders. One contains an in-depth life history on the man you call the smoker. Including some familial and relational connections that will be of deep personal interest to you. The other contains the contract."
Mulder glanced over at his desk.
"The information is free, no strings attached. When you look at the contract, just keep in mind that there is so much more where that came from," he said. "Including a thick file on your sister."
Mulder inhaled and exhaled slowly, clenching his jaw.
"One more thing," Krycek said. "Just so we don't have any unpleasant emotional outbursts, let's set the record straight about some things."
Mulder frowned again.
"When I went to the Academy, I did follow your work," Krycek said. "I made a study of it. I wrote several papers on you and became quite well-known for my obsession. It was that notoriety that caught the attention of the smoking man and led to my assignment."
Mulder blinked, still frowning.
"You see, I had falsified my records to get into the Academy," Krycek explained. "My previous criminal background was far too extensive to ever allow me to pursue my chosen career interests, although it was nothing compared to what I've done in the past few years." He smiled grimly again. "Still, it was enough to coerce me into accepting an involuntary assignment to report on you and sabotage your work." He squinted.
Mulder inhaled and exhaled.
"I was ordered to detain you when Scully was taken, but none of the details of the plan were shared with me, and I didn't know where she was until you figured it out." He licked his lips. "I knocked the tram operator out and I administered an ingestable toxin to Duane Barry, both under the orders of my supervisor, the smoking man."
Mulder's jaw muscle jumped.
"When I realized how involved my assignment was really going to be, I purposely allowed my cover to be blown, which I hoped would lead to my dismissal rather than my death." Krycek swallowed. "It led to neither. I was demoted and trained as a simple assassin."
Mulder inhaled deeply.
"Yes, this led to my next assignment which was to kill Bill Mulder," Krycek said.
Mulder's eyes narrowed dangerously, his chest heaving against the gun.
"That was not the end of my involvement in your life or your work, of course," said Krycek. "But we can discuss the rest later as part of my services of disclosure."
Mulder took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Neither man said anything for a few minutes, the only sound in the dark room the bubbling of the fishtank and faint sounds of traffic from outside.
"And you think what's in that folder is enough to convince me to let you put your hands on me," Mulder finally said.
"Not just my hands, Mulder," Krycek replied. "What I'm asking for is complete access to and sexual usage of your body, any time and any way I want it, with the exception of any act which would cause permanent physical damage, for a period of three months."
"Three months?" Mulder asked, arching his brows.
"That should be enough time for me to determine if I'll desire your services further," Krycek replied. "We can always renegotiate when the time's up."
Mulder's look was dark.
"Would you like to look at that file now, Mulder?" Krycek asked, arching his brows.
Mulder inhaled and let it out slowly. He glanced at the desk again.
Krycek stepped back, lowering the weapon. "Go ahead. I'll wait."
Mulder frowned, then turned and walked over to the desk. He picked up the two file folders, opening the thick one first. He read for the next fifteen minutes, breathing hard as he flipped through the pages.
Krycek just stood in the middle of the room, gun hanging at his side, and waited.
Mulder glanced up at him, then closed the file and opened the other one. After looking it over for a couple of minutes, he closed that one, too. He stood by the desk, holding them both in his hands.
"Where are we going to do this," he finally said, quietly, not looking at Krycek. "We can't do it here."
"I have a safehouse not far from here," Krycek said. "Since I'll require your services twenty-four hours a day, you'll need to take a leave from your job for the duration."
"I'm just supposed to miss three months of work?" Mulder said, frowning at him.
"Oh, you'll be working, Mulder," Krycek said.
Mulder's eyes narrowed. He swallowed. "You're serious about this," he said quietly.
"Dangerously serious," Krycek said. "I'm taking a lot of risk here, too, Mulder."
Mulder squinted. "All this just to get in my pants?"
"I never said I wasn't unwell," Krycek answered.
Mulder blinked. He looked down at the files in his hands, then back up at Krycek. After staring at him for several more silent minutes, he sighed. "Got a pen?"
Krycek just looked at him.
Mulder nodded and turned around, digging around on his desk and pulling one out. He opened the second file, laying out the sheet of paper within. "You first," he said, extending the pen to Krycek.
Krycek inhaled and exhaled deeply, then put the gun at the small of his back and walked over to Mulder. He took the pen, locking gazes with Mulder for a moment, then bent down and signed his name to the contract.
Mulder watched, inhaling, then took the pen from Krycek's outstretched hand and bent down himself, signing his own. He set the pen down beside the paper with a slightly-shaking hand and straightened up. His voice came out low and strained. "Now what?"
Krycek's chest rose and fell with a deep breath. "We consummate the deal," he said lowly. "Then tomorrow, you submit your leave request and go here." He took a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket and held it out. Mulder took it. "Bring several changes of clothes," Krycek said. "And any personal effects you like, including your weapon."
Mulder breathed out slowly, reading the paper. "How do we...consummate it?" he asked quietly.
"Get on your knees," said Krycek.
Mulder's jaw clenched and he breathed in and out slowly. He looked up at Krycek sideways, then sighed and set the paper down on the desk. He leaned over and closed his blinds, then got down on his knees in front of Krycek, facing him. He bowed his head.
Krycek sighed heavily. He put his hand on the button of his black jeans, working it free, then unzipped them with another long sigh. They slid down his hips a little. "Take me out," he breathed, letting his hand fall to his side.
Mulder raised his head slowly, then reached out a shaking hand and put his fingers down the front of the white briefs Krycek was wearing.
Krycek exhaled softly, parting his lips. His abdomen contracted where the backs of Mulder's fingers touched it, making Mulder jump a little.
Mulder had to put his left hand on Krycek's thigh to steady himself as he pushed his right down the front of Krycek's underwear. He took hold of the semi-hard, thick cock inside and dragged it out over the top of the waistband.
Krycek's chest rose and fell deeply, and he watched his cock swell in Mulder's hand. "I want your mouth," he gasped. He closed his eyes a moment and then opened them again. "Make it good."
Mulder glared up at him a moment, holding Krycek's cock in his hand. Then he sighed and leaned in slowly. He swallowed and then opened his lips, extending his tongue and dragging it up from where his fist held Krycek's cock to the head, like he was licking a melting ice cream cone.
Krycek groaned, eyes closing and opening as his hand clutched at the air at his side.
Mulder licked him again several times, then closed his mouth over the tip of Krycek's cock, sliding down a little.
Krycek's hips bucked forward quickly, knocking Mulder back a little. He put his hand on the back of Mulder's head and guided him back.
Mulder sighed through his nose and moved his fist lower down Krycek's shaft, then began moving his head up and down, fucking his mouth on Krycek's cock.
"Uhnngod," Krycek groaned, beginning to thrust gently. This time he held Mulder's head in place for it, knocking off his rhythm and making it sloppy.
Mulder slurped and swallowed, drooling as Krycek's thrusts forced him to compensate with quick movements of his head.
"Uhhfffuck, yeah," Krycek moaned, wrapping his hand in Mulder's hair. He drove his hips forward harder, mashing Mulder's hand between his pelvis and Mulder's chin. "Let go," Krycek growled.
Mulder hesitated, then released Krycek's cock and gripped his other thigh hard, shaking.
"Uhnnnnn..." Krycek groaned ecstatically. He tightened his grip, baring his teeth, then began driving himself roughly into Mulder's mouth.
Mulder gagged and choked, scratching and clawing and grabbing at Krycek's thighs, tears running down his face, as Krycek held his head firmly in place and fucked it.
"Oh...fuck...yeah," Krycek growled, speeding up, ramming himself as deeply as he could go. He stayed deep, not giving Mulder the chance to escape.
Mulder started to slap and punch Krycek's thighs as he struggled to catch a breath, still gagging. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his mouth stretched and mashed.
"Fuck...fuck...FUCK!" Krycek yelled, then he was coming, holding Mulder in hard against his groin, shuddering as he stared down at him, mouth open on a long, loud groan. His body slowly relaxed and he released Mulder's hair, letting his hand fall.
Mulder jerked his face off Krycek's cock, coughing and gasping deeply, drawing huge inhales of air into his lungs and then coughing them out. He fell to the floor on his hands and knees, drool, cum, and a little blood dripping from his mouth onto the hardwood below.
Krycek panted, hunched over slightly, supporting himself on his thigh as he caught his breath. He swallowed and straightened up, then pulled up his jeans, tucking away his cock and zipping up.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly, looking down at Mulder.
Mulder spit a mouthful of cum, drool, and blood on the floor, then wiped the back of his badly shaking hand across his mouth. He took a few more moments to catch his breath, then sat back on his heels with a shuddering sigh. He didn't look up.
"I'll take your silence as a yes," Krycek said.
Mulder glanced up at him slightly, then looked back down at the floor, still breathing hard.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Krycek said, stepping back. "If you don't show, I'll assume you want to terminate the deal."
Mulder just breathed, wiping his mouth again, still staring at the floor.
Krycek watched him a moment more, then turned, taking the gun from the small of his back. He tossed it on Mulder's couch and walked out the door.
After a few moments more, Mulder pushed himself off the floor and stood, putting his hand on the corner of the desk to support himself. He looked down and picked up the file on the smoker. His hands were still shaking slightly as he pulled out his chair. He sat down and opened the folder, beginning to read.
END
Just for fun, you can see their Service Contract HERE.
I'd LOVE some feedback HERE!
Go HOME
