From: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
      
   Title:  FROM DUSK TO DAWN   
   Author:  Donna McIntosh   
   Email:  dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
   Fandom:  X-Files   
   Pairing:  Skinner/Krycek  &  Krycek/Mulder   
   Rating:  NC – 17   FRAO   
   Disclaimer:  I do not own X-Files and I make no money off these stories.   
   Summary:  A few things Krycek likes to do in his spare time.   
      
   FROM DUSK TO DAWN   
      
   "Shit, Krycek.  What the hell do you want?"  Skinner leaned against the door   
   frame, determined not to let Krycek in.  He wanted to get back to his book   
   upstairs and page 14, with the big blue eyes and the little 'fuck me' smirk on   
   his face.  He was just    
   Skinner's type – a beach boy's body, all tan and inviting – the perfect   
   companion on a cold Saturday night when you're home all alone.  Then when   
   you're finished, all you have to do is turn the page and he's gone.  He didn't   
   have to lie to him and tell    
   him he'd call, or pretend it was anything more than it was – a Saturday night   
   fuck. The interruption was beyond exasperating.   
      
   "Just a few minutes of your time.  I've got some news I'm sure you're going to   
   want to hear – news that I don't think your neighbors would be interested   
   in."  Krycek said as he looked up and down the hallway.   
      
   Skinner heaved a sigh.  Krycek was right about that.  The last thing he needed   
   was to become the talk of the building with men visiting him late at night.    
   He stepped back and allowed Krycek to enter.  "Just say what you came here to   
   say and get out."'   
      
   "That's what I like about you, Walter.  Straight to the point."  Krycek said   
   as he swaggered in and leaned back against Skinner's desk.   
      
   "Get to the point."  Skinner insisted.   
      
   "I'll be happy to.  I went to a funeral this afternoon.  I waited until after   
   dark and went back and pissed on the grave."   
      
   "So who got buried?  Your mother?"   
      
   "If you cared enough to read my files, you'd know that my mother died years   
   ago."   
      
   "Obviously, I don't care enough.  Cut the chit-chat and say whatever you came   
   here to say."   
      
   "All right.  Smoking man."   
      
   "What about him?  I told you, I wasn't going to do any more of his dirty work."   
      
   "He's the one in the grave!"  He almost whispered it.   
       
   "Spender's dead?"   
      
   "As the proverbial door nail."  Krycek quipped.   
      
   "You sure it was him?"  Skinner was elated by the news.   
      
   "Positive.  I was with him when he died.  He had called a meeting and was   
   trying to get the group back up again.  Only a few showed up.  He was   
   furious.  He ranted and raved a few minutes, sat down at the conference table   
   and after a few minutes silence,    
   he just keeled over.  Those few who showed up, scattered and I waited until I   
   was sure he was dead and called 911."  Krycek grinned.  He could see that   
   Skinner was interested now.   
   "This happened Thursday night. I stayed with him to make sure that no one   
   spirited him away.  They all thought I was being such a 'good friend' and kept   
   offering me platitudes of sympathy.  They had no idea that I just couldn't   
   wait to have that body    
   buried!"   
      
   "Your loyalty is impressive."  Skinner sneered.  "So if that's all the news   
   you have, it's time for you to be on your way."  He walked towards the door.   
      
   Krycek stayed where he was – arms crossed and half sitting on Skinner's desk.    
   "I've been thinking about this all afternoon.  I figured you'd want to   
   celebrate this as much as I do."   
      
   "Go crawl back into your hole, Krycek.  You gave me the news and now it's time   
   for you to leave."   
      
   "You don't seem to grasp the significance of this situation, Walter."   
      
   Skinner winced at the use of his first name.  Everyone called him Skinner –   
   everyone!  Walter was what his family had called him, and Sharon.  He didn't   
   like Krycek using it.   
      
   "The old man's dead – what could be more significant that that?"   
      
   "I've worked for the man for the most part for the last eight years.  He's   
   dead now and I'm free!"     
      
   "And exactly what significance is that to me?"  Skinner asked.   
      
   "I'm free of all restraints now.  I can go anywhere I want to and do anything   
   I want to."   
      
   "Good for you.  Why don't you get started on that right now?"  Skinner walked   
   over to his door again.   
      
   "That's what I'm doing.  I have information, Walter, inside information on   
   everything the old man was involved in.  He kept meticulous records along with   
   a diary.  I have it all.  I can get you any information you want about any of   
   the activities he was    
   involved with – even way back before I went to work for him – back all the way   
   to when he worked with Mulder's father.  Is none of that of any interest to   
   you?"   
      
   Skinner walked back over to him and stood in front of him, hands on hips.    
   "Then start right there.  Tell me everything you know about his involvement   
   with the senior Mulder."   
      
   "Eh … eh … eh … No body gets anything for free in this world, Walter.  You   
   should know that."   
      
   "So why does that not surprise me!  What's the catch?  What do you want?    
   Immunity?  I don't have the power to grant that and you know it."   
      
   "I already have immunity, Walter.  How do you think I managed to get away with   
   everything that I've done and yet there have never been any warrants out on   
   me?"   
      
   "You know someone on the inside?  You're blackmailing them?"   
      
   Krycek laughed.  "That's my boy – always thinking the worst!"   
      
   "I'm not your boy!"  Skinner snapped. "You're wasting both our time here with   
   this nonsense.  Just tell me what you want for all that vast knowledge you   
   seem to think will be of use to me and tell me the price I'll have to pay for   
   it."  Skinner was    
   losing patience.   
      
   "All right.  I can do that.  This is the deal – I'll answer any questions you   
   have and in return you'll do anything I ask."  Krycek flashed a devilish grin.   
      
   "Anything like what?" Skinner was suspicious.   
      
   "Don't worry.  I wouldn't hurt you or embarrass you.  I promise that we   
   wouldn't have to leave this condo and no one would ever hear or find out about   
   it."   
      
   "You're going to have to be a lot more specific if you expect me to agree to   
   anything this bizarre."   
      
   "Oh Christ, Walter!  You haven't figured it out yet?  SEX!  I want to have sex   
   with you!"   
      
   "You're out of your fucking mind, Krycek.  Beat it!  I want you out of here –   
   NOW!"  Skinner walked to the door and opened it.   
      
   "Now, just think about this for a minute.  I can solve a lot of cases for you,   
   point out who's dirty in the Bureau, and give you some of the information that   
   Mulder has spent his life looking for.  All I ask in return is one night in   
   your bed.  You don't    
   even have to do anything – I'll do it all."   
      
   "Krycek, I wouldn't fuck you with someone else's dick!  Now get out of here!"   
      
   Krycek walked over to the door, closed it and twisted the lock.  He stood with   
   his back to the door as he spoke.  "I know I'm not a blue-eyed blond with a   
   fake beach tan but I can still make page 14 come alive for you!"   
      
   Skinner's face reddened with fury and embarrassment as he tried to think of a   
   devastating answer but he was dumb-struck.   
      
      
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