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Disclaimer: I don't own them. Ten-Thirteen productions does. Thanks for the loan, and all, you know?

Other: Written because I promised people I'd write something and post it. Cass swore it was decent enough to post, but then, she was sick, so don't blame her, okay? And Alex has two arms, even though he shouldn't, but what the heck, it's only a PWP.

Author: AnneZo at annezo @ fastmail . fm

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ALLEY TRAP

"You know what your problem is, Mulder?" Alex scanned the alley, looking for another exit. "People are just too fucking easy on you all the time."

"Easy on me?"

He could feel the wave of disbelief.

"Compared to what? Hiroshima?"

"No. I'm serious." Alex slid against the wall and started trying doorknobs. "I mean it. Everyone's always worried about you, you know? 'No, we can't kill Mulder. He's vital to the plan.' 'No, we can't do that. Agent Mulder might find out and come after us.' 'Oh, we can't let Agent Mulder know that, it would cause too much trauma.'

The doors were all locked. He fished in his pocket for a lockpick. "You got any fucking idea how tired I get of hearing your name sometimes?"

"In what context did you hear those statements?" Close. Too close.

Alex backed into the shadows and made his way through the litter of boxes and dumpsters. "Context. Fuck the context, Mulder. See what I mean? Always thinking about yourself." The moon slid behind a bank of clouds and the long alley turned black. "This isn't about you. It's about me, so shut up and listen."

"What makes you think I'm interested in hearing about you?" Mulder's voice was careful. Wary. At least he was listening.

Alex inched his way silently down the alley, unable to see the obstacles in his path. "Hey, you're the one who followed me in here, buddy. You don't want to listen, you can leave any time."

"When I leave, you're coming with me. In handcuffs." The uncertainty in the smooth voice was well-hidden, but not well enough to fool his former partner.

Mulder had lost him.

"There's an idea with some real potential." Alex identified a dumpster by touch, and moved away, pitching his voice toward the metal so that it would bounce off and hide his exact position. "Although, I always kind of liked the idea of you being the one wearing the cuffs, you know?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Puzzled voice, almost but not quite covering the sounds of his movements.

Alex laughed softly. "Sex, buddy. Kinky sex. You. Me. A pair of handcuffs. A bowl of crushed blueberries. What do you say?"

"Go fuck yourself."

"Predictable." Alex moved farther into the alley and stopped to listen for Mulder's footsteps. "I don't know why everyone thinks you're so strange. I've always found you completely predictable."

"Why blueberries?" Curious. Slightly annoyed.

Alex grinned. "That's one of the things I love about you, Mulder. The way your brain always gets in the way of doing your job."

"Forget it." He heard something clatter against the pavement about twenty-five feet away. "The only thing you're going to get is arrested." He sounded determined.

"Ahhh . . . yes. The handcuff thing. You were asking about the blueberries, right?"

"You're stalling. What are you waiting for?" He heard the sharp suspicion in Mulder's voice. "Back-up?"

"Back-up?" Alex chuckled. "Right. I mean, who the hell even knows I'm here? This is not exactly where I was heading tonight, you know?"

"Then you might as well give yourself up." The order sounded oddly tentative.

Alex grinned to himself. "Did you ever eat blueberry pancakes when you were a kid, Mulder?"

"None of your business." Mulder seemed to think he was on shaky ground. "Are you going to surrender?"

Alex ignored him. "Remember the way they'd stain your mouth blue and it would last almost all day long?"

Another rattle, and a frustrated curse. "What the fuck does that have to do with anything?"

Alex leaned against the nearest wall. "I find you sexually attractive, Mulder."

"Am I supposed to be thrilled by that revelation?"

"Save it until I tell you what I intend to do about it." The alley smelled of damp and rot and, strangely enough, of roses.

"Just shut up, Krycek," Mulder said tiredly.

Not sleeping well, buddy? "I want to fuck you, Mulder. How's that for an idea?"

"Shut up." Anger, predictably. An interesting hint of tension.

"I want to feel you losing control, Mulder." Alex let his voice linger over the words. "To hear how you sound when it starts getting really good for you and you're getting closer every second."

"Not even in your dreams." He heard the expected note of contempt and a shadow of something he couldn't identify underneath it.

"Oh yeah. In my dreams, Mulder. Again and again." Alex stepped behind a dumpster and made his way deeper into the alley. "You. With me."

Mulder didn't make a sound.

"I want to feel you holding me when I take you and to know that, no matter how much you hate me, you need me too."

"No. Shut up." A hoarse whisper. Feet scraping against the trash scattered around the alley.

"I want to know that I'm the one who's giving you what you want." Alex felt the wall behind him. Another door. Locked. He slid the pick into the keyhole and started testing the cylinders.

"I hate you." The other man's voice was hard and tight. "Shut up, or I'll kill you."

The lock clicked open. He slid his gun into the holster and the pick into his pocket. "Temper, temper, Mulder. You want to know about the blueberries?"

Somewhere close he heard a body brush against a wall. Mulder didn't answer.

"So I can mark you." Alex started to ease the door open, then realized the room inside was dimly lit by a security bulb.

"Crushed blueberries, Mulder. All over your body. Sweet. Sticky. Soaking in and staining your skin purple. And my mouth, where I lick them off of you, so that we're the same color and when I start sucking you, you won't know where my mouth ends and your cock begins. Think about it."

A muffled curse and something thudded against the wall. Alex smiled. "I can hear you hating me, Mulder. And I can feel you wanting me."

"I want to kill you." This time, it lacked conviction.

"It's never exactly the same twice, is it Mulder?" Alex stepped forward, still hidden by the nearest dumpster. "I want to know what it's like for you, with me. I want you to know."

"Not you." It sounded like a prayer. "Never you." Close enough now that he could hear the other man breathing.

"Me," Alex promised. A lunge, a quick struggle, and Mulder was pressed against the brick wall, his gun in Alex's hand. Alex reached past him and opened the door, shoving Mulder in ahead of him. The room was filled with crates.

He bent Mulder over one, and pinned him there, gun pressing the other man's ear.

"Don't touch me." Ragged, uneven breathing. "You're under arrest."

"Why not?" Alex breathed the words into Mulder's ear, next to the gun barrel. "I want to. I want to hold you. I want to feel your hands and your mouth all over my body. What do you want, Mulder?"

"I don't want you." Mulder gulped for air. "Get away from me. And you're under arrest."

Alex twisted one hand in the brown hair, pulling Mulder's head up and back until he could kiss him. Forcing his mouth open.

"Yes." A moment of triumph, and he was pushing a knee between Mulder's thighs, holding him hard against the wood of the crate.

"I fucking hate you." Useless struggle, Mulder pushed against him intensifying the pressure against Alex's hips. "Get away from me, or I swear I'll kill you."

"No you won't." Alex thrust against the firmness of Mulder's ass, feeling the throb in his own body.

"Why are you doing this?" A ragged whisper. Mulder's hands clenched around the wood of the crate.

"I want to. I told you. Weren't you listening?" His fingers untangled from Mulder's hair and wrapped themselves around the back of the other man's neck.

"Why? Because you think people talk about me too much?" Mulder sounded half-crazy.

Alex didn't blame him. This wasn't where he'd expected this to go either. He leaned against Mulder harder, listening to the other man's heavy breathing.

"What?" Mulder's voice again. Cautious. Confused.

"I ran out of things to say," Alex admitted.

"Jesus." Mulder sighed. "And people think I'm crazy."

"You are." Alex was sure of that. "Why did you follow me in here? What the hell are you arresting me for, this time?"

"I . . . " Mulder shrugged. "Habit."

"Habit?" Alex couldn't believe it. "What? You just fucking see me and you don't have anything else to do so you chase me down a fucking alley and try to shoot me?"

"I didn't try to shoot you." Mulder sounded defensive.

"You threatened to." Alex shoved the gun in Mulder's ear. "I should make a citizen's arrest myself."

"Like anyone's going to believe you." His scorn was obvious. Ignoring the gun, Mulder propped himself up on his elbows and buried his face in his hands. "I don't know. I just saw you and . . . like I said. Habit."

Alex settled himself more comfortably against Mulder's ass which was feeling better every second. "Habit," he repeated thoughtfully. "You must be pretty bored. I thought they re-opened the X-Files?"

"They did." Mulder wriggled, a delightful sensation. "Would you get your dick away from my ass?"

"Nope." Alex rubbed the gun against Mulder's temple warningly. "Word is that you saw a hell of a lot not long ago. I would have assumed you'd still be in the frozen waste, investigating."

"No."

"That's not very informative," Alex objected. He rested his chin against Mulder's shoulder. "You change your mind? Want to have sex?"

"No!" Mulder sounded outraged. "I Am Not Having Sex With You." He enunciated the words clearly.

"Why not?"

"I don't want to." Between clenched teeth. "You're a criminal. My prisoner."

"Bullshit." Alex kissed the back of his neck. "Bet you're hard," he added smugly.

"Don't you even think about touching me," Mulder warned.

"You're pretty fucking arrogant for a guy with a gun to his head," Alex nuzzled his neck gently.

"You're not going to shoot me." Mulder tried to move away and only succeeded in trapping himself against the surface of the crate again. "You're having too much fun watching them drive me crazy by inches."

"I'd rather do it myself," Alex offered. He moved the gun out of the way and started licking Mulder's ear, feeling the suppressed shudder. "Looks like I found the right place to start," he whispered.

"You won't." Mulder sounded sure of himself. "You may be a fucking shithead and nine kinds of criminal, but I don't think you're a rapist."

"I'm not raping you, asshole, I'm seducing you." Alex nipped him sharply.

"You always carry on your seductions at gunpoint?"

Alex laughed in his ear. "You're a special case."

"You're crazy." Mulder pushed against him, another delightful moment. "Get off of me. I am not having sex with you on a crate in a deserted warehouse."

"You DAMN right you not!" The unexpected shout startled them both.

Alex pulled away from Mulder and the other man stood up immediately, pulling at his clothes nervously.

Alex shoved the gun inside his jacket as he turned around. "Who the hell are you, asshole?"

Too late, he realized that the burly man standing a few feet away was armed with a crowbar. Considering his size, it seemed like weapon enough.

"Never you mind who I am. Who the hell are you two and how did you get in here?"

"Uh . . . ." Mulder started to move forward.

"The door was open." Alex intercepted whatever feeble explanation, or accusation, Mulder was about to offer. "We just came in to . . . talk."

"Well, y'all can just do your talking on the other side of the door." The watchman gestured toward the exit with the crowbar, which was looking bigger every minute.

"No problem, sir." Mulder grabbed Alex's arm and started dragging him toward the door.

Does he think I'm going to argue with the guy? Alex let himself be pulled. "Sorry to have bothered you," he offered.

Safely on the outside of the door, both men waited until they heard the lock slide into place. Alex stole a glance at Mulder and saw the smile creeping over his face. In another minute, they were both laughing with quiet hysteria.

"I don't know what the hell you think is so funny." Mulder tried to get his breath under control. "You're under arrest, you know."

"Yeah?" Alex leaned against the wall. "I still have both guns, you know."

"Oh." Mulder looked uncertain, then held out his hand.

"Fuck you." Alex moved away. "I'm not that crazy." He started to move back out into the alley. "Tell you what. I'll mail it to you, right?"

"Alex!" Mulder's quiet shout stopped him as he started to disappear into the shadows.

"What?" He waited, suspiciously, half-hopefully.

"I don't...." Mulder shifted his feet. "I have to have it back for work on Monday, you know."

"I know. Don't mention it and no one will notice."

"You could...." Mulder swallowed nervously. "You could drop it off. You know, when I'm not home."

"Planning to give me a key?"

"Hasn't ever stopped you before, has it?"

Alex thought about the request. Very carefully. For all of three seconds. "If you're not home in two hours, I'll drop it off then."

"Two hours?" Mulder frowned.

Alex smiled and backed away. "I figure it will take me that long to find the blueberries."

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the end.