Title: "Life and Death Situations are Okay, but Romance
Scares Me"
Author: L.A.Maxwell
Fandom: X-Files
Pairing: Krycek/Mulder
Rating: R
Series/Sequel: (2/3)
***
Mulder tossed his bag on the dilapidated brown sofa and looked around. 'Nice place.'
Krycek rolled his eyes. 'Isn't it? They're so cheap - UFO flights to wherever the fuck you want, and no hotels when you get there. First-class air to Russia, y'know ... and not only did I not get to see my family, I didn't get to eat or bathe or keep all of my limbs.' He smiled wryly at Mulder, who grinned warily; he was more sensitive to Krycek's arm than Krycek was; he still felt guilty for it. 'But my God,' he continued, leading Mulder past the kitchen with its broken chair and rusted sink and peeling wallpaper, 'they -so- made up for it with the bed.'
The bed looked like a million other bad-hotel beds to Mulder, who couldn't figure out why Krycek was lying on it quite so appreciativly.
'Lay down, really, you -have- to try this.'
'Hey,' Mulder grinned. 'You're just trying to get me into bed with you, aren't you?'
'Yes I am,' Krycek answered solemnly. 'Now get over here before I shoot you.'
Mulder didn't doubt a word of it.
***
'You know, sometimes I get scared you'll rape me with that thing,' Mulder said in a mock-terror tone, leaning over the bed to look at Krycek, who was sitting on the floor.
Krycek looked affectionately down at his gun, carefully wiping the last speck of dust from its barrel. 'What an idea.' He licked his lips, and an involentary shiver wracked Mulder's body.
'Really though,' he contined, 'I think you love it more than you love me.'
Krycek froze; looked up, shocked.
'Oh, shit. That's not what I meant. I mean, it is what I meant but it came out wrong and I take it back and I'm sorry.'
Silence.
'Mulder,' he said at last, 'do you love me?'
'Yeah ... yeah, I think so. I didn't mean to, but ...' He trailed off.
"Shit," Krycek cursed under his breath. 'Then we -are- in trouble. Because ... I think I love you too.'
Scares Me"
Author: L.A.Maxwell
Fandom: X-Files
Pairing: Krycek/Mulder
Rating: R
Series/Sequel: (2/3)
***
Mulder tossed his bag on the dilapidated brown sofa and looked around. 'Nice place.'
Krycek rolled his eyes. 'Isn't it? They're so cheap - UFO flights to wherever the fuck you want, and no hotels when you get there. First-class air to Russia, y'know ... and not only did I not get to see my family, I didn't get to eat or bathe or keep all of my limbs.' He smiled wryly at Mulder, who grinned warily; he was more sensitive to Krycek's arm than Krycek was; he still felt guilty for it. 'But my God,' he continued, leading Mulder past the kitchen with its broken chair and rusted sink and peeling wallpaper, 'they -so- made up for it with the bed.'
The bed looked like a million other bad-hotel beds to Mulder, who couldn't figure out why Krycek was lying on it quite so appreciativly.
'Lay down, really, you -have- to try this.'
'Hey,' Mulder grinned. 'You're just trying to get me into bed with you, aren't you?'
'Yes I am,' Krycek answered solemnly. 'Now get over here before I shoot you.'
Mulder didn't doubt a word of it.
***
'You know, sometimes I get scared you'll rape me with that thing,' Mulder said in a mock-terror tone, leaning over the bed to look at Krycek, who was sitting on the floor.
Krycek looked affectionately down at his gun, carefully wiping the last speck of dust from its barrel. 'What an idea.' He licked his lips, and an involentary shiver wracked Mulder's body.
'Really though,' he contined, 'I think you love it more than you love me.'
Krycek froze; looked up, shocked.
'Oh, shit. That's not what I meant. I mean, it is what I meant but it came out wrong and I take it back and I'm sorry.'
Silence.
'Mulder,' he said at last, 'do you love me?'
'Yeah ... yeah, I think so. I didn't mean to, but ...' He trailed off.
"Shit," Krycek cursed under his breath. 'Then we -are- in trouble. Because ... I think I love you too.'