Halrloprillalar   hal@prillalar.com   http://prillalar.com/

October 15, 2000

RATING: PG13.

FANDOM/SPOILERS: X-Files. Austin Powers. No spoilers.

SUMMARY: Krycek/Austin. Yeah, baby.

DISTRIBUTION: Archive anywhere. Email forwarding allowed.

DISCLAIMER: So not mine.


DANGER IS MY *MIDDLE* NAME
by Halrloprillalar - hal@prillalar.com

Austin practised in front of the mirror, wiping a spot free of
steam first. "Yeah, baby, yeah!" No, that wasn't quite the thing.
He tried a different pose. "Yeah, baby!" A different inflection.
"Yes, yes, yes, no, no!" So beautiful, baby. Just right.

"Do I make you horny, baby?" He threw himself his most coy look.
"Randy? Do I make you horny?"

"Yes."

Austin wiped another patch off the mirror and met a pair of green
eyes. Oh dear. He turned around, nonchalantly, then sneered.
"Krycek." He watched the man's eyes travel him, up and down, and
realised he was still naked. Of course a little thing like that
didn't bother him. He did some of his best work naked.

"Is this a bad time, Powers?" In contrast to Austin's wet pinkness,
Krycek was wrapped in so much black leather and denim that the
light fell into him, never to escape.

"That depends entirely on why you're here. If, say, you came here
to kill me, then it's a bad time. And if you dropped by for a
friendly chat, then it's a bad time. If you stopped in so that I
could kill you, then that's smashing, baby."

Krycek didn't answer, but he started to move towards Austin. He
held no weapon, his hands hung at his sides, his face showed no
expression.

Austin knew Krycek was there to kill him. They'd managed to evade
each other's clutches any number of times before, but they both
knew a direct confrontation was inevitable. The day had come. And
Austin was naked. At least he still had the deadly weapon that was
his body. He struck a kung fu pose, ready for anything. And tried
not to worry about shrinkage. "There isn't room in this world for
two international men of mystery, Krycek."

"I think there is." Krycek pulled out a big fucking gun and pointed
it at Austin's forehead. Then he stepped closer. "If we snuggle up
a little."

Austin dropped his stance, but not his dignity. "Are you going to
kill me?"

"Maybe," Krycek said, moving so near that Austin could feel the
leather against his skin. "But first I'm going to have you."

Bending back over the sink, Austin scrabbled behind him for
something to use as a weapon: a razor, some floss, a Q-Tip. "You'll
never take me by force."

The gun teased Austin's temple, Krycek's lips grazed his ear. "I
won't have to."

"I don't swing that way, baby." Austin felt Krycek's body press
against the length of his own, smelled the leather, realised the
gun was moving down his cheek and neck. It was disconcerting.
Different. Dangerous.

"Sure you don't." Krycek ran his tongue over Austin's lower lip,
then sucked it into his mouth. Austin tried not to worry about
growage.

He thought about freeing his mouth to protest, but after all, this
was the nineties now and he was trying to be a sensitive new age
guy. So he should really be more open minded about this sort of
thing and, anyway, it would expand the whole field for him and my
god Krycek could kiss. Was that his *tongue* doing that? Mojo
rising now and so nature would just have to take its course. "All
right, Krycek, let's shag."

Krycek smiled at last and started to shrug out of his jacket. "Show
me love."

F I N I S

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