From: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
      
   Title:  THE DANCER   
   Author:  Donna McIntosh   
   Email:  dmcintoshtx@tyahoo.com   
   Fandom:  X-Files   
   Genre:  Slash   
   Pairing:  Walter Skinner/Alex Krycek   
   Warnings:  M/M sex scenes   
   Disclaimer:  I do not own X-Files and I make no money off of these stories.   
   Summary:   Skinner falls for a dancer in a gay club and is shocked to find out   
   it's his old nemesis Alex Krycek.   
   Beta:  Thank to Ursula for her help.  I appreciate it!   
      
   THE DANCER   
      
   "No, I'm not spending the night here.  I'm fine."  Walter Skinner said as he   
   rolled his sleeve back down and grabbed his jacket.   
      
   "It's quite possible that you have a concussion.  I recommend …"   
      
   "It's just a bump on the head.  I'll go home and go to bed."   
      
   "Well the hospital can't be held responsible if you leave against doctor's   
   orders."   
      
   "Fine, fine.  Whatever.  I'm out of here."  Skinner scribbled his name on the   
   papers the nurse shoved in front of him and headed out the door.     
      
   The last thing he wanted to do was spend the night in a hospital!  He made his   
   way out to the parking lot and climbed into his car, cursing all the way.  He   
   had plans for the evening and they didn't include spending the night in a   
   hospital bed.   
      
   Damn Wilkenson anyway.  He knew he was caught.  Why'd he have to try and make   
   a break for it and screw up my whole weekend!  "Hell!"  Skinner said out   
   loud.  "I'm not going to stay home."  After a quick shower, he dumped his   
   pajamas back in the drawer    
   and started pulling on some clothes.  He was going to hit the clubs and get   
   laid tonight – just like he had planned!   
      
   The place was dimly lit but the atmosphere was jovial.  "What's going on?"  He   
   asked the bar tender as he took a seat at the bar.  "Somebody's birthday?"   
      
   "Nah.  It's that new dancer we got in.  He's got what it takes and he seems to   
   like shaking it in their faces."  He grinned as he sat the glass of scotch in   
   front of Skinner.   
      
   Skinner turned to watch as the dancer went into some fine undulating moves.     
   He had to admit that his jeans were tightening at the sight.  The crowd loved   
   it and were whistling and clapping.  More dancers joined in and circled around   
   the first one –    
   each one in pants tighter than the other.     
      
   A fine display, Skinner thought to himself.  He was glad he decided to go   
   out.  This was just what he needed right now.  He made his way over to a booth   
   that two guys had just vacated and were heading to the back.     
      
   He watched as the dancers gyrated around the small dance floor; the main   
   dancer doing his thing in the middle while the others circled around him   
   mimicking his movements as best they could.  The routine was hot and sexy, the   
   dancers all smiling and eager    
   to please but it was the main dancer that caught his eye.  There was just   
   something about his movements that on any other dancer would have looked   
   vulgar but on him – they seemed all very natural and sensuous.     
      
   Skinner blinked his eyes and tried to clear his vision.  "Damn!"  He whispered   
   to his drink.  "I should have worn my contacts.  I'm not putting my glasses on   
   in here!"  He tried to get a better look at the nice round bottom on the   
   dancer but he kept    
   blurring out.   
   He saw enough though to know that was what he wanted – him and every other guy   
   in the room!   
      
   The tempo of the music got wilder and the dancer came out among the tables and   
   clapped his hands over his head while he gyrated his hips to the music.  The   
   other dancers followed him as he made his way around the room laughing and   
   smiling at everyone –    
   encouraging the fun, flirting with the patrons.  He came to a dead stop when   
   he got to Skinner's booth.   
      
   Skinner blinked his eyes in horror – Alex Krycek!  He'd been drooling over the   
   likes of Alex Krycek!   
      
   The dancer moved on and completed his number and fled into the back amidst the   
   thunderous clapping and howls from the customers.  Skinner sat in shock,   
   digesting what he'd just seen.   
      
   A waiter stopped at his table and dropped a note in front of him.  He picked   
   it up and read.  "We need to talk.  Room 3".   
      
   Skinner finished his drink then got up and headed for the back.  He might as   
   well find out what the little bastard was doing here.   
      
   He had just raised his hand to knock on door number three when it opened and   
   three of the backup dancers came out, smiling and laughing.  One of them eyed   
   Skinner and said, "Hi honey.  If he don't treat you right, you come see me.    
   I'll be at the bar."     
      
   Skinner walked in as Krycek held the door open.  He went to close it and the   
   bar tender stopped him.  "Hey, Jade.  That big roller is in again.  He say's   
   he'll pay you five hundred for a private dance."   
      
   "Shit!  OK.  Tell him I'll do it but same as last time – he's gotta promise to   
   sit on his hands."  Krycek grinned at him.   
      
   "I'll tell him."     
      
   Krycek closed the door and twisted the lock.  "Sit down."   
      
   Skinner took a seat on the couch that was against one wall.   
      
   Krycek pulled a chair out from the small table and sat across from him.    
   "Look, as far as I know, there aren't any warrants out on me.  I've been out   
   of the loop since the old man died last year.  Any information that I'd have   
   would be long out of date."   
      
   Skinner looked at him and blinked his eyes.  Shit! He cursed to himself.  Why   
   does he keep getting blurry?   
      
   "You all right?  You don't look too good."  Krycek asked.   
      
   "Yeah, I'm fine."  Skinner rubbed his forehead – his finger tips edging around   
   the bandage.   
      
   "What happened?"   
      
   "I had a little – disagreement with someone."   
      
   "I'd hate to see what he looks like!"  Krycek grinned.   
      
   The grin did things to Skinner that he didn't like to think about – not with   
   Krycek!   
      
   "Actually, they're probably still scraping him off the pavement.  We were up   
   on a roof at the time.  I guess he thought he was Dirty Harry and tried to   
   jump across to the next building.  He didn't make it."   
      
   "Ouch."  Krycek said and then added.  "So how did you find me?"   
      
   "I didn't.  I came for a drink and a little relaxation.  I had no idea you'd   
   be here."  Skinner said as his memory drifted back minutes before to the   
   dancing he had just witnessed and his jeans got a little tighter.   
      
   "You weren't looking for me?"   
      
   "No."  Skinner stared at him until he began to blur out again.  He massaged   
   his temples a few minutes but this time his vision didn't clear.   
      
   "You OK?"  He could hear Krycek's voice coming from a long distance away.    
   "Shit, Skinner.  You gonna pass out on me?"  Krycek got up and took a bottle   
   of water out of his little refrigerator, opened it and offered it to Skinner.   
      
   Skinner reached for it but his hand never made contact as he started to sag.   
   Krycek reached for him, lifted his legs and helped him to lie down.  He went   
   into the little connected bathroom and came back with a wet wash cloth and   
   pressed it to Skinner's forehead.   
      
   Skinner came around quickly and sat up embarrassed.  "Sorry about that."   
      
   "You should be in a hospital.  But I get the feeling someone's already told   
   you that tonight."   
      
      
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