Nijmegen Road
Fort Ord, Ca
0015 Monday

Alex looked over the dilapidated building. Boarded up, conjoined to the twin next-door, abandoned. The army base had been shut down a couple years earlier, becoming home to squatters and dealers. Most of the street signs were missing, the asphalt cracked in upheaval. Once manicured lawns were grown over and wild. Standing in the side yard, he could see the ocean rolling up to meet the stars. If he looked for too long, it seemed as though the land was drifting out. Dizzy, he shook his head and headed back around front.

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Gold.
Panther eyes watched from the shadows, stalking curious prey.
Jade.
Jaguar eyes inspected the ruin, sniffing the air for danger.
Black.
Passing over the threshold, Death met him at the door.

Mulder grabbed Krycek as he entered, taking him face forward to the ground. Alex fought, trying to get a knee under him for leverage, his hands scraping over dirt and cracks.

Sitting on the Jaguar's back, the Panther pounded his prey's head into the wood floor. Snarling. Until he heard the stutter of bone on wood. Its skull made sticky, sucking sounds against the floor. The Panther batted at the still form, licking the slow puddle and relishing the taste. Hard and blunt, the prey made a play, it's elbow connecting to the hunter's head. Knocking him aside. Rolling, the Panther laughed at the game. He liked to play before he ate.

Alex looked through the haze of blood and skin at Mulder. Naked in the shroud of darkness, his life's essence dripped down Mulder's chin. Taking in short, shallow breaths through his nose, Mulder looked Alex over and licked his lips, catching his tongue in his teeth. Biting down and smiling as red flowed into a pool in his mouth. He swayed closer and Alex leaned back, ready to run. This wasn't the lost-hero he knew.

"Mulder.." Alex started, then flinched as a red spray hit his face.

The hunter laughed, a grating exhalation, looking at the pattern he made on the Jaguar's face. The Panther faked a few steps right. A few steps left. Watched his prey dance, its feet awkward in their boots. Watched the uncertainty dance over its features. Watched it get mad. Its skin sliding over exposed bone, until it met the Panther in that primal place inside. Crouching, it prepared to fight, and the Panther lunged. Attaching himself to it, stealing the strength and courage from it. Clumsy fists shoved at him, beat a rhythm on his chest and back. It pulled at his arms, desperate and furtive. It was weak. No match for a predator. Fit for feasting.

Barefoot, Mulder gained ground as Krycek's boots shuffled across the dusty floorboards. Alex met the wood roughly and Mulder's weight settled across his abdomen. Thighs clamped down on his ribs and crushed the wind from him. Feeling hot breath spreading over him, Alex looked up at the face Mulder wore. Sharp. That was the only word he could think of to describe the raging man. So terribly sharp. Arousal spiked through his veins. Primal. Primordial. He bucked his hips up, trying to make contact with Mulder's force. Only to be rewarded with a squeeze from those thighs and a curious look. Mulder was looking at him as though....as though he was a trophy. The sudden idea of his naked skull sitting on Mulder's desk came to him. Alex didn't know which scared him worse: that he thought Mulder might just do it....or that he wanted Mulder to do it. Puts a different perspective on "giving head," Alex thought and giggled in an odd sort of way. Mulder leaned into his face, their noses touching and ran his tongue up the split in Krycek's forehead. The pain of contact and concussion pushed the younger man over the edge into hysteria. Laughter bubbled out of him, high-pitched and violent. Causing him to shake and convulse. He ran to delirium and embraced it, seeking respite from the animal on his chest.

Angered that it found another way to escape him, hands curled into claws, and the Panther tore at his prey. Shredding the masks it wore. Leaving skin, bared to air. Bared to teeth. The panther growled and sank his teeth into exposed flesh. Feeling sinew and muscle protest. Rewarded with a flash of copper. Marking each inch as though painting canvas. Sculpting an idol from blood and bone. The voices of ancients urging him on. Singing the cry of war. Hungrily waiting for their sacrifice. Begging him to stop...

"Mulder. Please. No more."

Mulder blinked. He had a piece of Krycek in his mouth, still attached. Disoriented, he shook himself mentally and crawled down the length of Alex's body. His course of action clear now, Mulder unbuttoned Krycek's jeans. He looked Alex in the eye and swallowed him to the root. Bobbing along the shaft. Swirling his tongue over the glans. Staring into Krycek's eyes. Reading secrets from his soul. Mulder slid a hand under him to cup Alex's balls. Turning them with feather light touches. Feeling their weight, their payload within. Slowly, delicately, he sent a finger to explore Krycek's tight confines. One knuckle at a time, giving him time to relax to the presence. Then added another. Making slow time, careful to avoid hitting Alex's prostate. Never blinking. Silently, he quickened his pace, until Alex was feverish with need. His body arching off the dirty floor. His voice making pleas and promises to the air. The heavy sac hanging over his hand tightened giving Mulder the signal he was waiting for. Making a quick jab at Alex's prostate and closing his hand tightly around the base of Krycek's penis he cut off his release. Alex screamed into the empty room around them. Words stumbling over each other, begging, bargaining, ignored.

Mulder leaned up over Krycek's writhing form and whispered in his ear, "Now we both ache." The body was still. Tight. Tortured. Mulder looked him over, memorizing the agony, watching as the light played with Alex's eyes. Making them look like the ocean. Rising, he left Alex behind him, and stole the darkness from the night.

End.