Title : Yy like yes
Author : kaNd
Summary : "Mulder." I'd swear his voice is on the verge of begging. "You have to agree, or this whole thing's going to hell. I'm deadly serious, trust me."
Category : Let me surprise you, 'kay ? Mulder POV.
Notes : This is a drabble to answer the "Alphabet Challenge" of mk_apocrypha
Fandom : X-Files
Pairing : M/K
Spoilers : nope
Rating : PG (tiny innuendo)
Archives : You're welcome, just tell me
Beta : Not this time, it's too short. Please excuse me for orthograph, grammar and syntax...
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URL : http://www.livejournal.com/users/kanld/
Yy, like yes
"No way, Krycek !" I shout at his tense face, so close to mine I can feel his breath fanning my lips. He's pinning me against the wall, my apartment is dark. The only light comes from the closet whose door is ajar, and that makes his deep emerald eyes sparkle mischievously.
"Mulder." I'd swear his voice is on the verge of begging. "You have to agree, or this whole thing's going to hell. I'm deadly serious, trust me."
"Trust you, Krycek ? In your dreams !"
His good arm presses even heavily on my throat and I can't help myself from moaning.
"Are you going to strangle me to death ?"
"Nope. You'd be too happy", he smirks, pushing his body in mine. "I just want you to accept this."
"No way, Krycek, I'd never have had followed you in the first place. That was my mistake. I don't want to lose this last remnant of my personality !"
The Russian seems immensely amused. "C'mon, Mulder, there's a lot more to your identity than this 'little detail'."
"A little detail ? Then, why are you so upset with me refusing you ?"
"Because there's no way we're going to do anything together if you don't accept my conditions."
A gurgling sound coming from my belly betrays me. Krycek tilts his head back, laughing a bright, happy, winning laughter.
"You can't cope with this anymore, Mulder... So, will you accept at least ? I won't let go as long as you don't."
I sigh. I know I'm going to regret this. Give him a finger (I'm not saying "the" finger, you twat), and he'll take the whole arm. Not that I'm going to say this loud, I'm not suicidal, not today. I nod slightly and I feel his lips brushing my forehead before his hand leaves me. Leaning against the wall, I watch my favourite Nemesis step back to the closet, and without stopping to look at me, he grabs one from the rack. One he has already chosen, I'm sure. He comes back to me, and suddenly complying, I let him put it around my neck, make a knot, and draw on it so slowly...
"Can we go, now ?" God, I don't want to sound like I'm whining.
"Sure. But I want you to know I'm adamant. I don't go dinning outside with you if you don't let me pick up your tie. Sorry, Fox, but your taste really sucks." I sigh once again and stare at the perfectly matching tie he has selected. I must admit he's right. So I look in his proud eyes and submit to him.
"Yes, Alex. It does."
The End !