Title: SECRET WITNESS
Author: X-Files
Pairing: Skinner/Krycek
Rating: NC-17 FRAO
Warnings: Explicit M/M sex scene
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Chris Carter.
I make no money off them. I just take them out and
play with them once in a while.
Summary: Krycek shocks Skinner by asking him to move in with him.
SECRET WITNESS
Walter Skinner stood in the shower letting the
steaming hot water pound down on the back of his neck.
He'd been in court all day, testifying against one
C.G.B. Spender; the smoking man himself. They had
finally gotten enough against the old man; and with
the help of some secret witness that had been
testifying all month long, it looked like they had
enough to put him away for good.
He stood there until the water turned cool and got
out, dried off, dressed in jeans and Henley and went
down stairs barefoot. His only plans for the rest of
the evening was to find something in the fridge to eat
and sit down and put his feet up and do nothing! He
had found the makings for a sandwich and downed that
with a bottle of beer. He had just sat down on the
couch, put his feet up on the coffee table; something
he knew that Sharon would have hated so he did it
often; when the door bell sounded.
"Shit!" He groused; got up and yanked the door
opened, fully intending to bite the head off whoever
it was. He was in no mood for visitors. There stood
Alex Krycek!
"What the hell do you want?" His hand went to the
back of his neck; tension starting to grip him again.
"I knocked. I could have been sitting on the couch
waiting for you when you got home!" Krycek smiled at
him.
"What do you want, Krycek? I've had a long day and
I'm in no mood for this."
"Five minutes of your time. That's all I ask. Let me
have those five minutes, then I'll leave if you still
want me to."
"Oh Christ!" He ran his hand over his bald head and
stepped aside, allowing Krycek to enter.
He closed the door behind them then turned on him.
"I don't know what games you have in mind, Krycek, but
I'm not playing. In case you haven't heard, I don't
answer to your boss anymore." He stood, hands on hips,
facing Krycek.
"No games, I promise." He took a few steps into the
middle of the room and waited to be asked to sit down.
The invitation to sit didn't come.
"Say what you came here to say and then leave."
Skinner said.
"It's a long story, I can't tell it all in five
minutes but I can give you the outline and if you're
interested I can stay longer and fill in the blanks."
"OK. Get on with it. Once upon a time...Tell me
whatever fairy tale you have in mind so you can leave.
You now have only four minutes."
Krycek chuckled and began. "You've been testifying in
court against Spender; so have I."
"You haven't been anywhere near that courthouse or I'd
have heard about it." Skinner sneered.
"You hear anything about a secret witness?"
There was no way he could have known about the trial;
it was being held in strict secrecy. Skinner eyed
him, and for the first time, made note of his unusual
appearance; nice suit, tie, shiny shoes.
"You're telling me YOU were the secret witness?"
"One in the same. Do I have your attention now?"
Krycek faced him in the same position; hands on hips,
staring face to face.
"You have it. Let's hear what you have to say."
Skinner listened, but he was skeptical.
"OK then. First of all, the most important thing
before my time runs out. I've been working for
Cassidy from the beginning. She's known every step I
took, every move I made, since I was in Quantico."
"You're full of shit! You're telling me that you've
been undercover for eight years? This is a fairy
tale!"
"Why would I lie about something that would be so easy
for you to check out? Pick up your phone and call
her. She'll confirm everything that I'm saying."
Walter stood stark still in the middle of his living
room floor and knew it was the truth. He could tell
by the look on Krycek's face, he wasn't lying. He
could and would check up on this story as soon as
Krycek left; they both knew that.
"Go on." was all Skinner could think of to say at the
moment.
"Here it is, short and sweet. I'm retiring as of
today. I'm no longer with the Bureau. I started
doing odd jobs for Cassidy when I first started at
Quantico so my time began then. Two years there, then
the last eight, make ten years undercover. Any
undercover time counts as double time and double pay.
So that means I've got my twenty in and I'm eligible
for full retirement pay and benefits.. I've also been
saving almost every penny I've made. I'm out of the
Bureau, the Consortium is out of business, and I'm a
free man. I agreed to stay on until the trial was
over and it's all over now but the sentencing.
There's no way he can get off with anything shorter
than life. Your testimony today during the punishment
phase assured that." He took a deep breath and went
on. "The rest is personal. I think my five minutes
is up. Do you want me to continue, or do you want me
to leave?"
Walter went to his liquor cabinet, poured himself a
stiff drink and drank it half down. The burn in his
throat and down to his stomach gave him a moment to
think.
"What personal information are you talking about?"
"Do you remember the day we met?" Krycek asked, hands
in his pockets and leaning back against Walter's desk.
"Yeah, I do. Fourth floor break room. You were
pounding on the snack machine." Skinner answered.
"Well, the machine took my money and didn't give me
my candy bar!" Krycek smiled and defended himself.
The smile caught Skinner off guard. He wasn't
expecting it; and he wasn't expecting his own reaction
to it either. He remembered that day all too well;
had thought of it often and wondered how that
fresh-faced young agent could have been turned so
easily. He pushed away any other thoughts he had had
about that young man eight years ago. He never let
himself become involved with anyone at the Bureau, no
matter how attractive they were. He had made that
decision years ago; back when his marriage had begun
to fall apart and he began seeking "comfort"
elsewhere. Never with anyone at the Bureau; never.
Still, he couldn't control his thoughts and his
thoughts did often wander to that young man with the
green eyes and the long thick lashes.
He sipped his drink.
"You came over to me and showed me how to hit the
machine just so and out the candy came. You
introduced yourself and shook my hand."
"Ok, Ok. Enough of the trip down memory land. What
are you getting at?" Walter said in his best AD
voice.
"There was something there, that day. I felt it; and
I think you did too."
"I don't know what you're talking about." He lied.
"I think you do. I'm leaving tonight. As soon as I
leave here. Why don't you come with me?"
Walter's hand stopped mid-way to his mouth with his
second drink. He set it down and turned to Krycek.
"What are you talking about? Go where?" His words
were tumbling out without thought.
"I have a place. It's perfectly secure. We can be
there in a matter of hours; just the two of us." He
stood and walked a few steps closer to Walter.
"What makes you think I'd go anywhere with you?"
Walter turned away from him and walked over to the
sliding glass doors and opened one with a whoosh. He
breathed in the cool night air, but that didn't help
his racing pulse, his pounding heart.
Krycek walked up behind him. "Because you want to. I
can see it in your eyes. It's still there, isn't it?
It's always been there between us. It was just never
the right time before. Now it is. We don't have time
to do the whole courting thing, Walter. I know you
and I know you're what I want. Give me the chance to
show you, I'm the person you first shook hands with in
that break room eight years ago and not the
rat-bastard everyone thinks I am."
Walter slammed the door shut, walked back over to his
drink and picked it up. His hand was shaking.
"You must be crazy! You walk in here...telling
your fairy tales...and just expect me to ride off
into the sunset with you? You're out of your mind!"
He slammed the glass back down on the cabinet top;
walked over to the couch and sat down; feet on the
coffee table.
"Tell me that being with me has never crossed your
mind and I'll leave right now and never bother you
again."
"You're full of shit, Krycek." He sat and tried to
control his breathing; force his pulse rate back down.
Krycek sat down in front of him on the coffee table,
right next to where his feet were resting; his breath
caught in his throat.
"Tell me you're not thinking about it right now! You
and me; together."
Brown eyes snapped up to meet green eyes and held.
"Give me a chance, Walter. You won't regret it. I'm
exactly what you need and you know it."
"Is that what you're doing here? You think you can
get to me?"
"I think if you'd be honest with yourself, you'd have
to admit that I'm right. You need someone who
understands what you've been through. You think
you'll find that with one of those rent-boys? Or
maybe with Mulder if he ever stops seeking his
truths?"
"You think you understand me?"
"You have been my one personal project from the day we
first met. I have studied you for eight years. I've
done everything in my power to keep you safe; keep an
eye on you. Sometimes it was part of the job, but
most of the time, it was strictly personal."
"And what makes you think this is something mutual?"
Skinner stared at his bare feet, crossed at the ankles
on the table in front of him, refusing to meet Alex's
eyes.
"It is what it is, Walter. It's always been there; I
can feel it. I felt it then and I feel it now. You
want to come away with me; you just don't know how to
justify it."
"Justify it? Justify it?" Walter stood up angrily.
Alex stood up too, face to face with him, between the
coffee table and the couch.
"Tell me I'm wrong and I'll walk out that door and
you'll never see me again."
Walter grabbed Krycek's head, hands on both cheeks,
and kissed him deeply; tongue diving in probing;
claiming.
"You don't even know if I'm a good fuck or not!"
Walter said, breaking the kiss.
"As a matter of fact, I do. I've talked with more
than one of your rent boys."
"You didn't!"
"I did. Why don't you throw a few things in a bag and
lets get out of here?"
"You crazy son of a bitch!" Walter laughed and walked
over to his desk. "You got balls, I'll give you
that!"
"You're what I want, Walter and I think I'm exactly
what you want. C'mom. Let's shake this dump. I've
got a beat up old farm house that needs remodeling.
Back porch needs some work and we'll need to get that
done first so we can stock it with fire wood."
"You serious about all this?" Walter asked, sitting
on the corner of his desk.
"I am. I need to get out of town, like now; and you
need to do the same. Why not go together? We can
watch each other's backs. If you decide you don't
like being with me, you can always leave. What do you
say?"
"You need an answer right now?"
"Yes. Right now. C'mon. I'll help you pack. You
can take whatever you want. I have a motorhome
waiting downstairs; lots of room."
"You have a motor home? I've always wanted one of
those."
"I know. I've seen your magazines."
"I couldn't possibly...I've got meetings scheduled
all this week."
"Let someone else do it. You've got 23 years in at
the Bureau. It's someone else's turn now."
"I've got stuff at the cleaners...I'm supposed to
pick up tomorrow."
"Fuck the stuff at the cleaners!"
"I'd rather fuck you." The words came out before he
had time to consider them.
"Then let's get on the road. The sooner we get out of
town, the sooner we can get to the good stuff." Alex
smiled at him.
Walter gulped. The thought crossed his mind, no more
meetings, no more reports, no more fighting traffic,
no more unmanageable agents to deal with; no more
sleeping alone, no more rent boys in the middle of the
night, no more hand jobs, no more aching with
loneliness and need.
"Where is this place of yours?"
"About an 8 hour drive north of here. We can stop at
a campground along the way if we get tired."
Walter got up off his desk and went up stairs. Five
minutes later he came back down carrying a bag in one
hand and a jacket in the other.
"Grab that laptop." he said motioning to the bag
leaning against the side of his desk. He didn't meet
Alex's eyes.
Just as they were to leave the phone rang and they
stopped.
"Let it ring." Alex said.
"The machine will grab it. Let's see who it is."
Four rings later the voice came on. "Hey, Skinner?
I'm downstairs. I need to talk to you. I just found
out who this secret witness is and you're not going to
believe it! I'm on my way up right now."
"You can wait in the other room. I'll get rid of
him," Skinner offered.
"No. Let's just go. We can take the service elevator
and miss him completely."
Skinner thought about it only for a moment then went
out the door, locking it behind him. The service
elevator was the no-frills kind but it got them down
the 17 flights with ease. The cool night air was
welcome and they slipped out of the building and
headed for the visitor's parking area. There were
three big motor homes sitting there.
"Which one?" Walter asked as they hurried towards
them.
"The one in the middle." Alex answered, keying the
lock release. It snapped open as he grabbed for the
handle. "I wanted to be as inconspicuous as
possible."
"This thing is huge!" Walter said, taking his seat in
the co-pilot's position and glancing towards the back.
"45 foot! Largest they make." Alex answered proudly.
He sat down and keyed the ignition. In minutes they
were out on the road, heading for the highway.
"You think he'll try and follow?" Alex asked as he
pulled up the ramp and on to the interstate.
"I'm sure he'll try. You know Mulder. He won't like
me disappearing without a word."
"That's his problem." Alex answered.
"Security cameras probably picked up this bus sitting
there in the parking lot. Is it registered in your
name?"
"Nope. It officially belongs to Bectel Corporation,
which is owned by a company in Switzerland."
"And that company belongs to?"
"That information is strictly confidential by Swiss
laws, but between you and me, it's owned by several
other corporations from different countries, all of
which comes back to me."
"Love those international banking laws!" Walter
agreed.
"Yeah. Same corporation owns my place. No way it can
be traced to me; not the way I've got it set up."
"You've been planning this for a long time then?"
"I have. Been working on it seriously for the last
four years; since I lost my arm. I wanted out then
but Cassidy said no. I had agreed to 10 years and
that's what she wanted.
"I'm not surprised. Cassidy would make Simon Legree
look like Mr. Rogers!"
"I found this place right after it happened. I was
going to do the work on it myself but after a closer
look, I decided to hire most of the hard stuff out,
cost me a bundle, so I decided to stay on until I
could collect full retirement. I had a lot saved up
but spent most of it on the important stuff. The
place is 200 acres and I needed a security fence so I
got that first thing. Then there was the matter of
the well that's on the place. I had the water tested,
a new well-head and pump installed and complete
plumbing throughout the house, including a new septic
system. The place runs on a generator so I got the
biggest one I could find and had it installed along
with an industrial-sized propane tank to run it. I
also had all new electrics run throughout the place."
"Sounds like the main things are already done."
Walter was impressed with Alex's thoroughness.
"The house itself is over 100 years old. It's a huge
old two-story place. It's sound as can be. I checked
the foundation out myself and there's no sign of any
cracks; the windows are all intacg and there's no
sign of any leaks anywhere. The roof looked to be
between 40 and 50 years old so I replaced that. I
paid cash for everything including the property so
that just about wiped out my savings."
"Sounds perfect. Fence electrified?"
"Oh yeah. Top of the line. Cameras and everything."
"You really need an inner fence as well. One with
higher voltage than is allowed for a perimeter fence."
"I already have the materials for that. I didn't have
it done because I was afraid it might look suspicious
to the locals. I brought equipment and supplies in
from a town about 100 miles away so as not to draw
attention. I've got a post-hole digger attached to an
old pickup I bought and I've already got the fence
line drawn and materials laid out to finish the job.
With your help, it'll go much faster."
"That should be our first priority." Walter stated
matter-of-factly.
"Agreed. The house is a mess, but livable. This bus
has slide-outs and gets 4 foot wider so it will do
until we can get the place fixed up some."
"You say this place is 8 hours north? That would put
us either in up-state New York or into Canada?"
"Right the first time. Upstate New York. Watertown.
You ever hear of it?"
"Not that I recall, but I've been in upstate New York
and it's beautiful."
"That it is. The best thing about it though is the
way it smells!"
"Smells?" Walter chuckled.
"Yeah. No fumes, not reeking garbage trucks. Nothing
but pure fresh country air."
"I'm looking forward to it." Walter smiled.
"Me too. I really wanted to drive all the way up
tonight but it's late. Why don't we stop and rest up.
There's a campground not too far ahead. We can get
an early start in the morning."
"I could do with a little rest, myself." Walter
answered.
"Good. It's a nice state park. As long as you have
one of these passes you can just drive straight in and
don't have to worry about seeing or talking to
anyone." He pointed to a decal on the windshield.
"It's good for a year and renewable through the mail
so we can just keep it active and go off whenever we
want to," he said with a sideways glance at Walter,
then added,
"It's amazing as big as this thing is, it maneuvers
like a dream. It's got lots of cargo space underneath
and I've hauled a lot of stuff up there."
He turned off the interstate onto the side road that
led the three miles off to the park. They found a
nice space back away from any other campers, got out
and hooked up. They went back inside and Alex showed
Walter around the bus, demonstrating the slide-outs;
showing him the TV screens, front and back with the
outside views all around them. Walter was impressed.
"I need to take a quick shower; you want something to
eat? The pantry and fridge are full and the
micro-wave is right there."
"Go ahead, I'm fine." Walter took a quick look in the
fridge and came away with a bottle of water. He
continued looking around the place. It was plush all
the way with it's beige suede upholstery, crystal
goblets in the tiny china cabinet; twinkling lights
from the ceiling all along both sides. A lush couch
with two chairs facing it; the carpet in gemtones of
Emerald and Saphire geometrical shapes. The kitchen
area had a small table and two chairs across from the
door, then cabinets and sink on one side and stove and
refirgerator on the opposite side. Next to that was a
pantry and a stackable washer & dryer, opposite that
was the bathroom. He could see into the bedroom and
it's king-sized bed; mirrored closet doors giving the
small bedroom area a much larger appearance.
The whole thing, like something out of one of the many
magazines he so enjoyed daydreaming over.
Now here he was in one! It was the middle of the
night and Alex Krycek was in the bathroom taking a
shower!
"I must be going crazy!" he said aloud. Then thought,
What the hell am I doing? Is he right? Have I been
wanting this all these years? He scrubbed his hand
over his face and tried to organize his thoughts.
He sure had it right about that first meeting. I
couldn't get him out of my mind for weeks afterwards.
Those eyes of his; I wonder if he knows how potent
they are? He wandered over to the couch and sat
down. He knows all about me. If he knows about the
rent boys, he knows about the prostitutes too. It
doesn't seem to bother him. I wonder how many people
would be willing to just overlook something like
that. He uncapped the bottle and took a long drink.
His thoughts rambled on...What exactly was he
expecting? Does he really think that we can
just... He didn't finish the thought because the
bathroom door opened and the room was filled with
moist soap-smelling air and Alex standing there in a
white terry-cloth robe.
"Hey. I got something better than that!" Alex
reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle
of wine. "Best champagne I could find." He worked it
for a minute then popped the cork.
Walter stood and walked over to the kitchen area.
"Good brand." he acknowledged. Alex took down two
champagne glasses and filled them; half wine half
foam. He handed one to Walter.
"Here's to retirement!" he said and clinked glasses
with Walter.
"I'll drink to that!" They each took a swallow and
moved back over to the couch.
"Very good. I haven't had champagne in years."
Walter said.
"I know you like Scotch. I have some in the pantry.
Your favorite brand."
"You were that sure, I'd agree to this?"
"No, I wasn't sure at all. I was hoping though." He
flashed a slow sweet smile in Walter's direction, then
added, "How about another toast. To a new life. New
beginnings." He held his glass up to Walter's.
"A new life and new beginnings." Walter clinked
glasses and sipped the wine.
"So," Walter asked, "how do you see this playing
out?"
"Well, I thought we'd drive straight through then I'd
dazzle you with a fancy breakfast. Figured we'd
wander around the place while I show it off to you
then sit down and map out a plan; what needs doing
around the place and their order of importance. I
figured we'd work together on the fence and I'd stare
at your muscles and strut my sweaty body back and
forth in front of you for a couple of weeks, so we
could get to know one another. But, hell, what do you
say we forget all about that and go to bed? You
interested? Or we could do it the other way?"
Walter shook his head and laughed. He took one more
swallow of wine and stood up, reached a hand down to
Alex and pulled him to his feet. "I like the way you
Think; first things first." He caressed the side of
Alex's cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth over
the smooth skin.
"A man needs to have priorities." Alex said, his
breath coming faster. He leaned his face into the
caress and placed a kiss in the palm of Walter's hand.
Walter stepped closer, his other hand resting on
Alex's shoulder before sliding up the side of his
neck, cradling his face. Their lips came together and
held; arms encircled one another. The kiss started
out sweet and tender but in seconds it deepened with
the barely controlled passion that was ignited in both
of them. In less than a minute, they were headed back
to the bedroom, the hallway littered with clothes
along the way. By the time they reached the bed they
were both nude with hands running over each other's
bodies, heightening their lust.
They fell onto the bed, Walter on top, then rolled
over and over again; each claiming their moments of
control. Alex let go long enough to reach into the
nightstand drawer and pull out a tube of lube and
handed it to Walter. He grabbed at it so fast he
knocked it to the floor. They giggled, both of them
reaching for it, hanging half off the bed. They
retrieved it then righted themselves and got back to
business.
Walter squeezed some onto his hand and eased a finger
into Alex who was shaking, rigid with tension. Walter
made a little trail of wet kisses down the side of
Alex's neck and down to a nipple. He licked it until
it became hard then sucked and sucked. He pulled
back to see the swollen nipple and took it again; his
finger pushing in deeper into Alex's ass; in and out.
Alex moaned his appreciation as Walter inserted the
next finger and took over the other nipple. Alex's
head was bent back, deep into the pillow, his neck
arched. One glimpse of that and Walter left the
nipple for the neck, kissing and sucking his way up to
an ear lobe. He sucked it into his mouth and Alex
wailed.
"PLEASE! Walter, you're killing me. Do it now,
please. I need you to fuck me. NOW!!"
In one smooth movement he had Alex's legs up and
resting on his forearms and he was easing into him.
Alex gasped as his opening was breached but Walter
took it slow; inching in, pulling back then inching in
a little further each time. Their eyes locked
together; Walter watching for any sign of discomfort
and stopping instantly when he saw it.
"I'm OK. Keep going, PLEASE!" Alex begged.
Walter stopped halfway in and eased up. He was rather
large and wanted to give Alex time to adjust to his
size. He reached down and took Alex's cock in his
hand, running his thumb back and forth over the head
as he pumped. Alex's eyes closed then and his hips
began moving; his ass muscles eased up a bit and in
short steady thrusts, Walter eased the rest of the
way in. He leaned down and kissed Alex, bringing his
eyes back open.
"This what you want?" Walter asked.
"YES!!! It's what I've wanted from that first day I
met you! Do it, Walter. Do it."
Walter upped his speed then, each thrust with a snap
of the hips brought an appreciative grunt from Alex.
He tried to hold on to something but was afraid of
holding onto Walter because sometimes his prosthetic
held a little too tightly and he didn't want to cause
him any pain. He reached back for the headboard but
couldn't get a grip so ended up digging into the
sheets.
"Ready?" Walter gasped.
"Uh...huh...mmm..." was all he could say as
Walter pounded into him, working his hand on Alex's
cock at the same time.
Alex screamed, tightened up and let loose stream
after stream; Walter followed in seconds with what
sounded like the growling of a bear as he emptied
himself into Alex. For several seconds the world
stopped spinning; clocks stopped ticking, birds
stopped singing; all was quiet.
With a moan and a grunt Walter slid out of him and
collapsed beside Alex who was somewhere out there
dangling in afterglow, not wanting to come back down.
"You all right?" Walter managed to ask, catching his
breath.
"Mmmmm uh hummmmmmm." Alex nuzzled up against him,
kissing his shoulder.
"I take that as a yes?"
"Take it as a definitely!"
"Good. Now let's clean up and get some sleep. We've
got a long drive ahead of us tomorrow and you promised
to fix breakfast for me in the morning!" Walter
teased. He got up, went into the bathroom and brought
back a damp towel and tossed it to Alex who was lying
there with a Cheshire cat smile on his face; eyes
closed.
"I promised you a lot of things, Walter, and I intend
to keep those promises." Alex said, wiping himself
clean.
Walter pulled back the covers and climbed into bed.
"I get the left side...Unless you want it?"
Alex chuckled, "You can have any side you want as long
as I get to sleep beside you."
"You may have second thoughts about this after you
hear me snore."
"Won't bother me any. Did you check the doors?" He
got under the covers next to Walter.
"You did."
"You put out the cat?"
"Don't have one yet. Wouldn't mind having one
though."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Sharon always hated pets so we never had any.
Wouldn't mind a couple of dogs too. You like
animals?"
"Love 'em."
"Good. It's a deal then. Fix the fence, get a cat
and some dogs."
"Sounds like a plan."
"Night Alex."
"Night Walter."
THE END