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Her eyes, focused and determined, dark and deep bore into mine. It didn't matter that
she was no longer standing in front of me, that I no longer stood by the window
watching, the intensity of her eyes were never forgotten. Neither was her mouth, wet,
swollen, parted enough just to see the tip of her pink tongue, the way she formed my
name silently has he continually thrust into her, as they both went over the edge
alongside me.

She said tomorrow, meaning today. Tomorrow can have so many meanings, and I've
just spent the entire night trying to figure each one out. Tomorrow as in watch again,
tomorrow as in she's got more for me, or maybe, if I'm lucky, tomorrow I get to
participate, tomorrow, Mulder will find out that I've been there the entire time watching
them fuck themselves senseless. I just can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Mulder is a very passionate man, I can tell he puts 100% of himself into pleasing Scully,
but can he do the same for me? Can he do the same for an enemy who was sent to kill
him countless times? Can he do this for somebody who's double crossed him one too
many times, over stepping the boundaries set for me by allowing the abduction of his
partner to take place. By allowing myself to pull the trigger and bring his father to an
untimely end just as he was about to reveal all? Can he do that to somebody he knows
is working for the devil?

I don't even know if it will get this far tonight. Tonight I may just be a watcher, just like
every other night, only this time she'll know I'm there the entire time. There will be no
surprises, there will be no hiding in the bushes, I get to watch, and she'll give me a
show, if not more. I'm already aching in anticipation.

The place is dark, not a single ray of light or flicker of the television is coming from the
window I have become so fond of, it looks as if nobody's home and I'm instantly on the
alert. Even amongst the day dreaming it hasn't slipped by that this could be a possible
set up, a way to reign me in, and I've come armed for every situation imaginable, both
the good and the bad.

The glass is cool and smooth pressed against my rough cheek, and there's nobody
inside, no sign of life at all. The second window is five feet to the right, her bedroom,
and I find myself making way toward that one, only to find the same situation, lights out
and nobody's home.

For an instance I think this is a trap, she's found a way using herself and Mulder to put
me in a place to their advantage, knowing my voyeurism would kill any common sense I
had left inside of me. It's inevitable, I know. Sooner or later it would come down to this.
After lightening, the thunder claps and I'll be at the end of the line, with them waiting for
me ready to make their move.

My fears come to the forefront as the cool metal of a sig, a fed's sig, is pressed against
my cheek. Without turning around I knew it was Scully, her reflection in the window
betraying her identity. And somehow I figured with Scully here, Mulder was somewhere
around, he was never far away from her.

"Spread 'em, I want to see if you're packing." Her free arm was pushing me further into
the brick of the apartment building; a leg kicking mine apart and with a gun to cheek I
was in no position to turn the tables.

"I was packing a few minutes ago," I mentioned with a leer toward Agent Scully's
direction. Needless to say the situation had somewhat switched my priorities around
and my body adjusted accordingly, that is until her hand started making its way down
the side of my leg. She found my pocket blade and Smith & Wesson with relative ease
and placed them on the ground several feet away.

"Remember who has the gun here, last I saw I threw yours on the ground leaving myself
completely in control." And she was right; he was totally at her mercy. He knew
abilities with a gun; he had seen the results of several of her visits to the shooting
galleries in Quantico.

And suddenly I was pushed against the brick wall in a completely different way, her
body molding to the back of mine, height not making any difference whatsoever as she
placed the right amount of pressure in all of the right places. Her free hand was no
longer performing the quick detached frisk; instead it had become slow, exploratory as it
found its way to the button of my jeans.

"No boxers Krycek? I like it that you come prepared."

My reaction is quick to her touch and voice, and it pleases me greatly, if not make me
even more afraid of her control, that she enjoys my lack of proper underwear. I can feel
her body slide up mine as her mouth moves to my ear, her hot breath blowing past it,
her lips barely grazing the lobe as she speaks again. "How long have you been
standing outside my window watching us Krycek? Days? Months? Have you enjoyed
what you've seen?" Her hand sliding inside my button down jeans finds the evidence of
my obvious enjoyment of their activities, and it sends shivers through me as her thumb
presses against my tip.

"I can see you have. My next question is what sort of pleasure do you derive from
watching an act so private that it only belongs to Mulder and myself, not outsiders?"
Her thumb moves from the tip of my cock to the base, and I can't help but groan as
images from the previous two nights flood to my mind. What did I enjoy so much about
them?

"Was it the heat? The intensity? Was it because you knew at any moment one of us
could look up at the window and see that you're there watching us?" My balls
contracted slightly, allowing a modicum of precum to leave my body while she continues
to explore and massage that the same time. Five minutes into this and I'm all ready
willing to hand her what's left of my control.

"How about the image of my hands all over Mulder's body, Mulder's hands on my body
doing anything but a clinical exploration? The image of the two of us moving together
searching for something only the other can give, or how about the image of Mulder
pounding himself into me, running his fingers over the right spot to make me scream like
I did?"

And suddenly there is no longer a brick wall in front of me, once again I'm witnessing
the events of the night before, fast, frenzied, hurried. A scene uncontrolled both in
actions and emotions, Scully leaning back, her hair flying out on ends, her eyes dilated,
her mouth open wide forming my name as she bucked on Mulder, and it was more than
I could take, as she soon discovered when I started to come in her hand.

"Sorry Krycek, you don't' get off that easy, you still haven't answered any of my
questions." Her hand made a death grip on the base of my cock, preventing me from
my release and keeping me in a state of a full and painful arousal.

She turned me from the wall to face her, her eyes and face mirroring nothing that I've
been feeling for the past seven minutes or so. Instead it was the face of clinical
detachment like I had feared, the face of a woman looking for answers and nothing
more, not the promise I thought she had made to me yesterday, and once again I can
feel the cold metal against my face and my fear escalates. "You should be so lucky
Mulder isn't here with us tonight. While I may look deadly," she dragged the gun from
my face and down my torso as she bent low, the tip of her tongue peaking from her
mouth, "he is deadly."

Her tongue reached and nearly did me in again, if only she wasn't still holding the base
of me and keeping me from performing my desired duty.

Her hand was gone instantly though, and she was picking up the pocket knife and Smith
& Wesson she had thrown on the ground earlier. "Get lost. If I see you around Mulder
or I again, even just for a show you'll get these back, just not in the manner you think."

My fun was over as I walked away from the scene composing myself. She was wrong
though, and she knew it. Tomorrow was always another night, and there were always
ways to hide in the shadows and remain undetected.

~END~