Boiling Point

by D Rainey

Sighing, Scully tossed her keys onto an end table.  She always left some lamps on, yet tonight they were suspiciously turned off.  Warily, she reached behind her back for her gun when suddenly a strong hand clutched her by the neck and shoved the side of her face into the wall.  An explosion of pain racked her head and she blinked, trying to shake off the impact.  A cold, hard muzzle pressed into the base of her skull.

A hot breath whispered in her ear, "You know I'll shoot you, so cooperate."

Scully recognized his voice immediately.  "What the hell do you want, Krycek?"  she asked as he bore the gun into her head painfully and reached under her black jacket to extract her gun.

Krycek's eyes flickered around her dark apartment and finally lingered at the window.  "Not here," he responded while tucking her gun away in his leather jacket.  He grabbed her wrists tightly in one hand and steered her towards the bedroom.  Her arm muscles clenched beneath his grip, and a faint wave of angry heat emanated from her.  Having spent much time in the cold, Krycek did not mind it at all.  He stopped at the doorway and released her into the room with a sharp push.

Rubbing her nearly-crushed wrists, she noticed his arm moved mechanically.  'Whatever happened to him, he's certainly a cockroach that won't die', she thought.

He threw a pair of open handcuffs at her feet.  "Put them on, and use your headboard," he said, with his gun still set on her.

Scully stared down at the cuffs and glanced up at him contemptibly.  "You have the gun, Krycek," she fumed.  "This isn't necessary."

"You have no idea what you're dealing with, Agent Scully.  You and Mulder," he responded.

"No, the problem is you have no idea how much of a bastard you are," she said, irritated.

Krycek squeezed the trigger, and the silencer effectively muffled the sound of the blast.  Scully cried out and clutched the top of her left arm at what felt like a searing lick of fire.  After a shocked moment, she lifted her hand from her sleeve to inspect the damage.  There was a small smear of blood on her fingertips; the bullet had only grazed her skin.

Krycek proudly smirked, "You know, Agent Scully, I still hold the marksmanship record at Quantico."

She just stared at him with a mixture of horror and hate.  He continued, "I like you, Agent Scully.  Your intentions are clean, and believe me, that's a rare thing."  His expression turned serious, "But you need to start listening."  He waved his gun back towards the handcuffs.

Scowling, Scully picked them up and climbed onto the bed.  She clicked a cuff snugly around one wrist, looped the other one around the top of the tall headboard, and placed her other wrist into it.  Satisfied, Krycek glanced around her living room one last time as he entered the bedroom and pulled the door shut behind him.

Scully felt a twinge of anxiety as she saw his foreboding frame loom over the foot of her bed.  The only light in the room came through the window from the street lamps.  Half of his face was veiled in darkness, and the other half regarded her intently.  She crossed her feet nervously in her skirt that had slightly ridden up her legs.  Krycek had every intention of getting down to business, but he couldn't help but get a kick out of the sight in front of him: a very flustered Agent Scully straining at her handcuffs and with flaming red hair in errant wisps around her pale face.  If it was not for the ripped suit sleeve, this would have almost looked like a normal fling.  Well, for Krycek, at least.

In spite of her growing apprehension, she continued to eye him with a steely gaze.  Krycek chuckled to himself at the irony.  While most couples privately play-acted scenarios like this, her situation couldn't have been any more serious.  He forever ended up in circumstances that made him feel like he was in an episode of the Twilight Zone; this one was no different.  He placed his gun into his jacket pocket and walked to the side of her bed.

"I came here tonight because I know in spite of your initial inclinations, you wouldn't let that cloud your judgment," he said gravely, not entirely forgetting about the time Mulder almost shot him.

"Let what cloud my judgment?"  she shifted uncomfortably.

He paused for a moment before speaking.  "Skinner isn't the only one who's been injected with the nanocytes."  He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Scully's eyes widened in horrific suspicion.  "What are you talking about, Krycek?"

"On your way to work this morning, did anyone stop you?"  he queried.

Scully searched his face as she thought for a moment.  "No, I don--wait.  There was a man.  He ran into me and then asked for directions to the Cradock Marine Bank."

"He is a microbiologist engineer who was essential in developing nanotechnology.  The kind of technology that is impossible to create without key source material and information.  From alien sources."

"And you're saying he poisoned me with these same nanocytes?"  She only took a few seconds to let the news sink in.  Then she turned her attention back to him with renewed loathing, "How did this happen, and how do you know this?"  She didn't know if what he was saying was true, but she planned to run a battery of tests first thing in the morning.

Krycek laughed.  "You should know better by now, Agent Scully.  Did you ever wonder why Mulder hasn't had an informant in over two years?  We're not suicidial."

Scully's jaw dropped.  "WE?  I don't know who you think you are, but if you think this your twisted idea of being an informant, then you're not only a bastard, but you're completely delusional."

He slowly paced back and forth, taking his time with his words.  "You've seen how it's going to kill Skinner, and it will do the same to you.

"I have an offer for you.  You do a little something for me, and in exchange, I'll not only give you the antidote to your nanocyte problem, but Skinner's as well."  Krycek had seen how hard Scully was working to find a cure for Skinner.  He stopped in mid-pace right in front of her with a half-smile.

Scully looked warily at how close he was standing, and how his green eyes seemed to focus on her with a hint of some predatory plan.  His sickly sweet smile caused her hairs stand on end.  Krycek could not have been more out of place in her half-darkened bedroom, dressed in dark leather that matched the dull sheen in his eyes.  His shirt beneath the jacket was a simple, white tee, untucked over his gray jeans.  At this close proximity, Scully smelled wet earth and rain on him.  She took a slow, uneasy glance around the bedroom, thinking of the incredibly vulnerable physical position she was in.  Suspecting what would be a perverted bribe, Scully's stomach turned in dread.  She also worried what might start out as a bribe might not turn into much of a choice for her in the end.

Krycek watched her squirm in her handcuffs and chuckled, "No, Agent Scully.  I'm no petty juvenile."  A beat of silence passed.  "Although if that's what you had in mind, maybe I could alter the terms of the arrangement," he joked with a sly grin.

Scully thought she tasted bile at the back of her throat but couldn't tell whether the revulsion was just in her head or a real physical reaction.  "Don't make me puke, Krycek."

"You just might like this deal," he said.

She raised an eyebrow at him.

Krycek walked to the window, closed the blinds, and turned towards Scully with a determined look.  He strode up to her and pulled a switchblade out of his pocket.  A jab of fear hit her.  He reached down and grabbed a pillow from behind her head.  In one sharp motion, he cut it open, and proceeded to gut it.  He did the same with the rest of the pillows and continued to search the bedroom in a conspiratorial fashion.  Scully gave a sigh of relief.  She watched him unscrew her ceiling light bulb, open the electric sockets, and knock on the walls.

Krycek walked to her dresser next.  He pulled open the top drawer and rummaged through it, pushing aside and tossing out shirts and pants and socks.  He moved on to the middle drawer and continued the same hurried treatment to her linens and towels.  Her relief vanished, however, as he flung open the bottom drawer, paused, and smiled.  His hand dipped into the drawer and pulled out a pair of red, lacy panties.  Scully's face burned hotly.  Krycek said nothing but simply shot her an amused glance while making a mess of that drawer, too.  Finally, he examined the bed frame and the underside of her furniture.  As time passed, Krycek became more and more agitated.

"Fucking hell," he mumbled to himself.  "I don't have time for this."

Krycek moved to her side and leaned into her ear with the lowest of whispers.  "I will provide enough information and the means necessary for you to fulfill the task.  Besides my assistance, you will work alone.  No Mulder, and not another soul.  When you kill the Cigarette Smoking Man, the antidotes are all yours," he breathed.

"Why are y-" she began to retort loudly, but Krycek rose up, clamped a hand roughly over her mouth, and brought a fake finger to his lips in a demand of silence.

"No louder than me," he commanded quietly.  Scully's jaw clenched beneath his hand in tense aggravation.  She exhaled slowly and Krycek took that as a compliance.  He removed his hand.

"Why are you asking me to do this?  I'm sure you're more than capable of doing it yourself.  Your slimy business is none of mine," Scully muttered in a low tone.

"I'm not in a position to do that right now, but they won't be expecting it from you.  Agent Scully, you could save thousands of lives by doing this.  Understand that it is crucial for Spender to die right now," Krycek explained.

It was Scully's turn to laugh.  "Since when do you care about any life but your own?  That man," she whispered back, "has to face a judge in a court of law.  You said it yourself: only exposure will work.  Not to mention, what on earth makes you think I'd trust you?  You've screwed yourself over big time, Krycek."

"No, the stakes have completely changed since last time.  There is so much you don't know, Scully," he murmured in her ear.

"You keep saying that, but you're not telling me anything!"  she spoke loudly again.

"It isn't safe."

"Not safe for you, you mean."

"Of course," he smiled into her ear.

Scully had heard enough to know she wanted no part in his arrangement.  "No deal.  I don't even know if you're telling the truth about whether I have the nanocytes in the first place.  And even if I do, I don't want any help from…"  she rattled her headboard in vain and grunted with frustration,"…you," she said.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you, because I'll bet AD Skinhead would disagree with you.  He's already in the hospital, am I right?  Tick-tock, Scully."

"Don't call him that!  Let me go right now.  I don't take 'offers' from lying scumbags," she hissed in his ear.

Her feistiness made a shiver run up his neck.  Even though Scully did not believe him about her condition, he mentally called her bluff about her refusal of his help.  Krycek knew she would understand how much she may need it if he could prove it to her.

She watched him stand up and pull out a slim, electronic writing pad from his leather jacket.  "What are you doing?"

Krycek was a patient, calculating man, but he hated an inefficient deal-making process.  He wanted to keep Scully lucid for as long as possible for this purpose, yet to his regret, he knew having to persuade her now would not afford that benefit.  "I indeed did fuck myself, so I'm going to give you something no one ever has," he said.

"You

re too late, I already got my package of bullshit in the mail last week."

"Proof," he said as he pressed the power button.  "It'll help you skip that long visit to the lab tomorrow," he winked.  He did not plan for this, but he knew the risks in approaching Scully.

Scully's nose flared in anger.  Krycek ignored her while he adjusted the settings on his device.

"Krycek, I'm warning y-" Scully stopped as she felt her feet get warm, then uncomfortably so, and then quite hot.  The heat gradually tingled up her legs, her back, and flushed in her face.  Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead.  "Nanocytes…"  she rasped half-incredulously.

"Like I said," he responded.

"…no…"  the heat in her body was stifling, "…not like Skinner's…in the blood.."

"Yes, same mechanism, but different function.  You've been injected with the variety that operates on the nervous system instead of the bloodstream," Krycek tapped the electronic pad twice and her heat wave immediately subsided.  Scully was able to take deep breaths of cool air now.  After a moment, her eyes registered with a new rage.  "'It will do the same to me,' huh?  You're a part of this, goddamn you, Krycek!  Are you threatening me?"

"If I had injected you with them, that would be the case," he said calmly.  "But as it is, I'm just showing you what they put in you."

"You're a perverted liar," her voice dripped with detest.

"Did I lay a finger on you?  Maybe you want to feel what Skinner has.  It was a pretty fun watching him wriggle like a worm on a hook.  I don't forgive that easily.  And I definitely don't forget: thanks for shooting Mulder for me," he tapped the pad again.

Scully gasped.  The heat returned, but this time it pulsated pleasantly all over her body, especially buzzing in her brain.  She felt like she had just drank a good amount of wine.  She blinked, trying to focus, and her head hit the headboard with a dull thud.

"Hm," Krycek cocked his head curiously, still looking at his device.  He looked like a guy playing with a newly purchased cell phone.  He moved the pen across the screen.

Scully sharply sucked in air through gritted teeth as she felt her nipples tighten.  'Oh God,' she huffed.

Tap, tap.

Her chest heaved this time, feeling a quivering, throbbing heat right on her clit.  "Oh my God, Oh MY GOD," she yelled.  She tugged at her cuffs as her body tensed, and her back arched away from the mattress.  An intoxicating pleasure swirled in her brain, making her feel like she was going to faint.

Always, she disciplined her baser instincts into a state of dormancy.  She had control.  But now, the damn conspiracy bastards were back fucking with her life and her body again.  Krycek not only awakened her normal reflexes, but tapped into something deeper altogether.  She had never felt anything like this her in her entire life.  A frightentingly powerful, burning wave of undiluted desire swelled inside of her, demanding to be satiated.

"More human than human," he spoke, watching her writhe.  "It's amazing, in a scary way, isn't it?"  Krycek would have swapped his black oil experience and prosthetic arm with Scully's nanobots any day.

Scully barely heard him through her intense daze, but what he said was enough for her to realize what was going on.  Gathering her will for a moment, she weakly gasped, "Krycek, stop it right now."

The sight of her impressed him.  She glowed with sweat, her face in a crimson blush, panting hard, body slightly shaking and pulled taut, and her hair mussed up.  Even though he always prided himself for sticking to business in his work, right now he was a little jealous she was having all the fun.  He swiped his pen once more and saw Scully exhale and collapse in part-relief, part-frustration.  He ended the demonstration before she came.  Whether it be a mindfuck or a physical one, a game or a fight, or a race or a deal, if anyone was going to get off, Krycek wanted it to be him.

"'More human than human'," Scully repeated his words.  "I heard that before.  You heard Mulder say that about Gibson Praise," she accused him of spying.

"Mulder was right," he admitted.  "In your case, even though anyone can push a button, this technology activates parts of your junk DNA in order to work.  How does it feel to use more of your genes than anyone else?  How does it feel to be more human?"

Scully was positively desperate to feed her starved carnal appetite, but she did not say a word.

"You don't have to trust me, but I've proven what I said.  I hope this will help you understand how serious I am about this deal.  You have until 7 p.m.  tomorrow to tell me how you decide.  Think about it," he said calmly, shoving the device back into his jacket as if he was at a business meeting instead of using alien technology to arouse Scully.  'Fucking Twilight Zone,' he thought again.  He had been at the Consortium for countless years, and while becoming very adept at playing the game, that's exactly how it felt like: a twisted pseudo-reality.  He never got used to seeing it any other way.  He made his way across the room and stopped at the doorway.

Scully's mouth dropped, startled, as Krycek abruptly pulled out his gun and pointed it towards her head.  Her heart pounded in her throat in pure terror as she watched him pull the trigger.  She cringed and shut her eyes at the sound of the muffled blast.  Scully felt the headboard shake and after she opened her eyes, she found her cuffs broken open.  "Krycek!"  she hollered as he quickly made his way towards the door.

He stopped and turned around, holding his gun steady.

Scully's body ached for resolution, and her legs were weak.  She rose up from the bed and stared down the guarded man.  "You finish what you started," she found herself saying.

Krycek froze.  This was totally unexpected.  For the first time in a long time, his entire world turned upside down.  He was always at the edge of reality, but this was one of those rare instances where he completely fell off.  For a long moment, he stared back at the small redhead who looked like she was going to detonate if he did not do something quickly.  Then his tense mind - full of resentment, boredom, jealousy, weariness, urgency, adrenalin - cracked and snapped.  The next thing he realized, he was kissing Scully in a blind frenzy.  She moaned at the hard strokes of his tongue on hers, grabbing his shirt in both her fists and yanking him closer.

"Mmmmh," he moaned back, sending Scully a husky vibration from his lips.  Sucking on her tongue now, she tasted faintly like an undiscovered fruit.  He grabbed her rear with both hands and hoisted her around his waist just in time to slam her up against the wall and assault her lips some more.

Scully's feet curled in heat when she felt the beginnings of his stubble scratch her face.  Her fingers worked through his hair as she nibbled his bottom lip, then kissed his mouth again.  She squeezed his waist tightly with her legs, enjoying the feel of his hard, firm chest pressing into her.  He was so hard, so strong, like an animal instead of a human.

Finally, he pulled back and broke the kiss, panting for air.  Her eyes dilated as she took in his features.  She got even more turned on at the way his lips parted and how those vivid green eyes feverishly looked at her blouse like gift wrap to be torn open.

She sighed when he unexpectedly ground his hips into hers, and she felt every inch of his rigidness rub up against her while he found a new spot to devour in the base of her neck.  She helped him unbutton her blouse while he kissed relentlessly, leaving marks on her neck.

He made a frustrated sound to see the bra underneath.  "Damn Scully, it's taking forever to get you unwrapped."  He let go of her legs, and she stood pressed against the wall.

"What, five seconds?  That better not be "forever" when you're in my bed."

He snickered and whipped out his knife again.  In half a second, Scully's bra was sliced open.

"Hey!"

"It was in the way," he said incorrigibly, and then lowered his head to lick and nibble her left breast.

"Oooh," she writhed under him as goose bumps rose on her skin.  His stubble felt twice as erotic rubbing her there when combined with the hot exhalations from his nose.

He worked his way to her nipple and licked it while tweaking her right one with his hand.  He then held the tip in a tight squeeze between his teeth as he flicked it with his tongue.  She pressed towards him, stroking her hands down his back as he continued to caress her nipple between his teeth.  Then, finally, he brought his entire mouth down on it and sucked.  Hard.

"Unh…yeah," she whimpered as her damp panties were now soaked with yearning.  Scully felt wretched, but she had to have it.  Krycek had only tried to prove a point, but he didn't realize how powerful the human drive he activated in her was.  There was no way on earth she was stopping now.  Knowing Krycek was going to be one hell of a fuck made her want him even more.

He moved to administer the same treatment on her other breast, and this time she looked down to watch him.  His exquisite eyelashes barely swept against her skin.  He moved like a giant cat, full of power and purposeful grace, licking, sucking, grinding her into the wall.

She snapped out of her delirious haze as it came to her attention that he had too many clothes on.  She needed to feel his skin, and so she pulled his leather jacket down his shoulders, ran her hands underneath his shirt, and helped him lift it off.  His body felt like stone covered in a layer of silk.

Krycek rasped, "I want you right now."

Scully couldn't have agreed more, and she brought her hand down to squeeze his erection in response.  He groaned loudly and threw his head back at the sensation.  His throat and neck was fully exposed before her, and she wanted to consume him.

"Bed," she demanded.

He didn't have to be told twice.  He grabbed her hand and led her to the bed.  As he was about to lay on top of her, she shifted and rolled on top of him.  She wanted him badly, but also wanted in on the nipple action, too.  He looked even more like a great feline lying down with his chest rising and falling at each breath.  She smoothed her hands up that chest, licked her lips, and brought them down on his right nipple, lapping and sucking fervently.  "Tvoyu mat!"  he swore.

She smiled against his flesh, "I knew it."  Then she rose up and thoroughly kissed him again.

He massaged her tongue with his, making his brain spin.  Scully really couldn't take it anymore, "Now, " she breathed.

"Hell yeah, " he replied, rubbing his hands up her legs and bunching her skirt around her waist.  Krycek grabbed her by the hips and rolled her beneath him.  The only other thing in the way was her black underwear, which met the same fate as her bra.

Krycek saw only impatient, demanding lust flooding her eyes.  That meant it was the perfect time for a tease.  Without hesitation, he slid down her body, parted the lips to her opening, and gave a quick, fierce suck on her clit before backing off completely.

Scully's hips bucked once and she howled in protest, "Damn it!  Get those pants off."

He grinned fiendishly, feeling his erection twinge painfully.  Pissing off Scully aroused him enormously.  In two seconds flat, he unzipped and stood before her nude.  He almost couldn't believe this was happening.  Almost.  He had known Scully would need a release after his little robot demo, but having her act on it was a completely different story.

He placed her legs on his shoulders and thrust into her in one, solid move.  "Aughhh!!"  she screamed at the intense pleasure of finally being filled.  She was so wet that he moved in her effortlessly.  He went slowly at first, taking his time to push in and out.  She moaned as her small body adjusted to his size.  He pumped faster, willing his brain not to pass out on him before the end.

Scully greedily clenched Krycek in her and urged him, "Harder."  She gave a louder moan as he thrust faster, building up both speed and strength.  She felt her body hum and her toes tingle, not unlike the way the nanocytes had done.  He pumped into her wildly with full force, and her insides screamed in satisfaction.  With each frantic pounding, she felt herself wind tighter and tighter towards her orgasm.  Krycek gripped her waist tighter and continued to thrust madly, making strangled noises in his throat that signaled he was close.  A pre-orgasmic shudder rippled in Scully, and Krycek groaned at the teasing contraction.  In two more thrusts, Scully felt explosions in her head and in her core.  Krycek moaned loudly as he felt her come, and slammed out his orgasm right behind hers to a crashing end.

"Oh God, that was so good," she gasped as he collapsed next to her, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand.  'Damn it', she thought.  Now she couldn't say he was completely useless anymore.  Krycek may not have been God's gift to mankind, but he certainly had skills she could treasure.

"You know," he panted, "this doesn't mean you don't have to kill him anymore."

She scoffed.  "And you know, this doesn't mean I'm not going to arrest you when I get the chance."

"I don't have a problem with you handcuffing me," he quipped.

"I'm taking you down to the station in five minutes," Scully said, waiting for the strength to return back in her legs.  I don't care how good of a fuck you are."

Krycek climbed out of her bed with a cocky grin.  "Yeah, you do.  Such a shame to lock away a great piece of meat like me, huh?

"Four minutes."

"I can get you off again in less than that.  With my fake hand."  He kept talking as he put his clothes on.

"Are you always this obnoxious afterwards?"

In response, Krycek leaned down and shoved his tongue in her mouth in one last, devouring kiss, enjoying the sound of Scully's satisfied sighs.  After some time, he cut it off abruptly.  "I want him gone.  Spender for the antidotes.  Think about it," he whispered again, leaving for good now.

"What part of 'no deal' do you not understand, idiot?"  she said while catching her breath.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow," he continued.

Scully had enough of his shit.  She grabbed a shirt he had thrown on the floor during his search and pulled it on.  By that time, Krycek had already opened the blinds with a fast zip and retreated into the darkness where he came from.

She scurried to the window while pulling her black skirt down from around her waist.  "Krycek!"  she yelled, looking for any sign of his location.

Only the wind moved outside as if it were erasing any evidence of his presence.

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