From: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
      
   TITLE:   Warm Thoughts   
   FANDOM: X-files   
   AUTHOR:  dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
   RATING:   NC-17   
   DISCLAIMER:  These characters belong to Chris Carter.    
   I just take them out and play with them from time to   
   time.   
   WARNING:  Sexually Explicit m/m   
   SUMMARY:  Krycek's thoughts and dreams as he lies handcuffed   
             On Skinner's balcony.   
      
   WARM THOUGHTS   
      
      
   "Warm thoughts!  Shit!  He wants me to think warm   
   thoughts!  I'm freezing my balls off out here and he's   
   talking about warm thoughts!"   
      
   Krycek huddled on the balcony of Walter Skinner's   
   apartment; shivering in the night air.  He could hear   
   them talking inside; probably trying to decide what to   
   do with him.   
   After a time the voices stilled and the lights were   
   turned off.  Must have gone back to bed, he thought.    
   He drew his knees up tight against his chest and   
   pulled them close with his free arm; trying to keep   
   warm. He leaned his head against the railing and dozed   
   off.   
      
   The sound of the sliding glass door opening, awakened   
   him.     
   "Sorry I had to do that, Krycek.  I had to make it   
   look real."  Skinner bent down beside him and unlocked   
   the hand cuffs.    
   "You OK?"   
      
   "Yeah.  Just freezing, is all."  He stood rubbing the   
   circulation back into his half-frozen hand.   
      
   "C'mon inside.  I made some hot chocolate."   
      
   "You know I love hot chocolate?   
   Is there anything about me you don't know?"   
      
   "Just what Director Cassidy told me."   
      
   "So how does she want me to play this one?"     
   Alex took a seat in Skinner's kitchen.   
      
   "Same as usual.  Follow Mulder's lead.  Help out where   
   you can, report back, but above all, don't blow your   
   cover."   
      
   "Is she ever going to bring me in?  I'm so tired of   
   all this.  I hate everybody thinking I'm the bad guy."   
      
   "I know.  It's gotta be rough.  She can't keep you   
   under for much longer. It's been, what; five years   
   now?"   
      
   "I lost track.  I don't even count them anymore.  I   
   just want out."   
   "Maybe after this pouch thing is settled...."  He   
   wasn't all that hopeful.   
      
   "This chocolate is good.  Thank you."   
      
   "You're welcome and you're welcome to the guest room   
   upstairs again."   
      
   "Thanks.  A warm bed sounds great about now."   
      
   Skinner rinsed out the cups and put them in the   
   dishwasher.   
      
   Upstairs, Krycek took a quick shower then climbed into   
   bed. He tossed and turned but sleep was nowhere to be   
   found.  He slid his legs over the side of the bed and   
   walked to the window and stood there, forehead leaning   
   against the glass.  Would this never end?  Would   
   people hate him forever?  This was not what he   
   bargained for when Director Cassidy offered him the   
   assignment.  She said a year; maybe two.  It had been   
   five now.  He wanted out.    
       
   His senses were attuned enough to his surroundings   
   that he heard Skinner walk in.  He didn't turn around   
   to acknowledge him though.   
      
   Skinner stood, looking across the room in the darkness   
   at the naked man staring out the window; moonlight   
   bathing him with silvery glow.  A few barefoot steps   
   and he was at Kyrcek's back.   
      
   "Can't sleep?" he asked; closer to him than he should   
   have been.   
      
   "I want out."  Alex brought a hand up to rub the back   
   of his neck.   
      
   Skinner replaced it with his both of his own.  "Neck   
   hurt?"  He massaged the knotted muscles.   
      
   "Ohh yeah.  That feels good; thanks."  He rolled his   
   head to pop his neck.   
      
   "So what would you be doing right now, if this job was   
   over and you were no longer undercover?"  Walter continued   
   the massage.   
      
   "I don't know.  Find somebody maybe.  Settle down."   
      
   "You're lonely?"   
      
   "Yeah.  Don't you ever get lonely?   
      
   "Uh huh.  I just try to keep busy."   
      
   "That why you haven't retired yet?  You got more than   
   20 years in."   
      
   "22 to be exact.  If I retired, what would I do with   
   myself?"   
      
   "I don't know.  Find somebody, I guess."   
      
   "Easier said than done, I'm afraid."   
      
   "That's true."  He turned around to face Skinner.   
   "It would have to be somebody that knew you.  Somebody   
   that understood.....what you've been through."   
      
   "That narrows the field considerably."  Skinner stood   
   there, hands on hips.   
      
   "You've got options, though.  Everybody doesn't hate   
   you."   
      
   "Options?  The only people I meet in this business are   
   not the type I'd be interested in."   
      
   "Exactly what type would you be interested in?"   
      
   "The type that would get me thrown out of the bureau."   
      
      
   Kyrcek snickered and looked back out the window.  What   
   was Skinner doing in here?  He seems to have taken no   
   notice at all that he's standing there in his slacks   
   only, talking to a naked man  in the middle of the   
   night.  He began to wish he had at least put his   
   briefs back on after showering.  Didn't seem to matter   
   to Skinner though.   
      
   "So what are you looking for?"  Skinner asked, leaning   
   against the wall next to the window and looking out.   
      
   "Same thing you are."  The answer came out of his   
   mouth before he thought.   
      
   They looked at each other for a moment.  Skinner   
   reached a hand up and caressed the side of Krycek's   
   face.   
   "You and me?  That'd be crazy."   
      
   "Yeah, crazy."  Krycek agreed, leaning his cheek into   
   Skinner's palm.   
      
   "Crazy could be good."  Skinner stepped closer.   
   "Not a thing wrong with crazy."  Krycek looked up,   
   green eyes blazing.   
      
   Skinner brought their mouths together in a soft   
   tentative kiss.  He went to pull back but Krycek   
   caught his head and pulled him back into a fierce   
   kiss.  Skinner let his hands drift down over shoulders   
   and back, pulling Kyrcek closer.  Krycek pressed up   
   against him; hands coming down to slacks-covered hips   
   and pulled them close.  Their mouths clung together,   
   tongues doing battle.   
      
   Skinner pulled his mouth away to take in a breath of   
   air then seized him again in a bear hug, burying his   
   face in Krycek's neck.   
      
   Krycek worked the zipper on the slacks and shoved them   
   down.  He ran his hands over the bare back, slid down   
   and caressed the bare bottom.  Arms came around front;   
   his two hands slid up into the softly furred chest.    
   He fingered both nipples and Skinner moaned   
   appreciatively.  He licked and sucked one then the   
   other.  Skinner gasped his appreciation.   
      
   Krycek went down slowly to his knees; slowly kissing   
   his way down.  He stopped at the navel and tongued it;   
   Skinner squirmed.   
   Krycek kissed down further, down through the curly   
   black/gray hair.  His cheek rubbed up against the   
   shaft and it stiffened immediately; full length.    
   Skinner gasped, grabbed the wall with one hand and   
   Krycek's shoulder with the other.   
      
   Krycek nuzzled the balls, heavy with need.  He licked   
   his way around then up the length of the shaft;   
   circled the ridge with his tongue, then the tip.     
   "Shit! .....Alex....."  Skinner tried to speak but   
   speech deserted him.   
      
   Krycek took him in then, all the way down his throat,   
   and back out again.   
   Skinner groaned.   
   He did this several times, until Skinner became   
   frantic, pumping his hips, thrusting into his mouth.    
   Kyrcek pulled off his with a slurp and waked over to   
   the bed and lay down.  Skinner was on him, before   
   his head hit the pillow.  Full length body press; hands   
   running everywhere, mouths clinging.   
      
      
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