Disclaimer: I do not own either Krycek or Mulder, but if I did I would get one of them to bring me an apple because I'm hungry :)
It was cold without him.
Alex!
So cold, empty. All alone, no one to hold onto, no warm hands to caress him now, no one to watch as he slept and smile at the peace in his expression.
Oh God Alex oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
No gentle whispered words or cries of ecstasy… Nothing but the silence and the tick-tick-tick of his life fading away one hellish second at a time. No soft, regular breathing of sleep, no shallow, ragged breath as he fucked him, no shuddering gasp after a long, passionate kiss.
Deeper Alex oh fuck harder harder I need
No one to brush away his tears, tell him he loved him. No one to make him smile, throw the curtains open in the morning to let the sunshine in and grin at the world because everything was made perfect by their love. No one to tell him it would all be alright
I need you AlexBecause it wasn't.