Mulder/Krycek - roleplay (412 words)darkhavensJuly 6 2010, 18:16:06 UTC
This is what came to mind as soon as I saw your prompt 'roleplay'. My default setting for M/K seems to be damp and dirty alleys. *shrugs*
Mulder reached down and hauled the new kid out of the garbage heaped against the alley wall. Water - and probably worse - stained the fabric in ugly, random splotches from his ankle to mid-thigh all down his left side. The knuckles on his right hand were scuffed and bloody, as was his lower lip, and his left cheekbone looked tender and swollen. He'd have a black eye by morning for sure.
"I thought you had him."
Krycek bowed his head, stared down at his sodden shoes for a moment before glancing up at Mulder through his lashes.
"I did. It was... He got the jump on me while I was checking him for weapons. I've never seen anyone move that fast. And flexible! The way he twisted and bent his arm back to-"
"Show me."
"What?"
Mulder grabbed Krycek's shoulder and spun him around, pinning him to the wall with his gun hand.
"Show me what happened. You were frisking him, like this." Mulder's other hand skated over Krycek's sides and chest, fingertips skimming over the hardened peaks of his nipples before brushing across the flat plane of his stomach. "How did he get away from you?"
Krycek's breath stuttered in his throat as Mulder's hand followed the line of his hip before dropping down to pat his thigh, and then he was stretching back and up with his left hand and twisting his torso round to the right, as far as it would go.
"He reached back and grabbed my gun hand before I could move. There's no way he should have been able to do that without at least dislocating his shoulder, but it didn't seem to slow him down any. He twisted too, from the hips, all the way around until he was facing me dead on, and he hit me, several - three - times, putting me on the ground before he unscrewed himself and took off. I think he threw my gun in the dumpster over there." Krycek jerked his chin to the left as he finished turning, leaving the two of them face to face, inches apart, both of them breathing heavily.
"Doesn't really sound possible," Mulder said quietly, deliberately playing devil's advocate.
Krycek shrugged, hips canted at an angle as he settled himself more comfortably against the wall at his back, pelvis pushed slightly forward. Cocky. He smirked, and shifted his gaze to the wall opposite, over Mulder's head.
Mulder reached down and hauled the new kid out of the garbage heaped against the alley wall. Water - and probably worse - stained the fabric in ugly, random splotches from his ankle to mid-thigh all down his left side. The knuckles on his right hand were scuffed and bloody, as was his lower lip, and his left cheekbone looked tender and swollen. He'd have a black eye by morning for sure.
"I thought you had him."
Krycek bowed his head, stared down at his sodden shoes for a moment before glancing up at Mulder through his lashes.
"I did. It was... He got the jump on me while I was checking him for weapons. I've never seen anyone move that fast. And flexible! The way he twisted and bent his arm back to-"
"Show me."
"What?"
Mulder grabbed Krycek's shoulder and spun him around, pinning him to the wall with his gun hand.
"Show me what happened. You were frisking him, like this." Mulder's other hand skated over Krycek's sides and chest, fingertips skimming over the hardened peaks of his nipples before brushing across the flat plane of his stomach. "How did he get away from you?"
Krycek's breath stuttered in his throat as Mulder's hand followed the line of his hip before dropping down to pat his thigh, and then he was stretching back and up with his left hand and twisting his torso round to the right, as far as it would go.
"He reached back and grabbed my gun hand before I could move. There's no way he should have been able to do that without at least dislocating his shoulder, but it didn't seem to slow him down any. He twisted too, from the hips, all the way around until he was facing me dead on, and he hit me, several - three - times, putting me on the ground before he unscrewed himself and took off. I think he threw my gun in the dumpster over there." Krycek jerked his chin to the left as he finished turning, leaving the two of them face to face, inches apart, both of them breathing heavily.
"Doesn't really sound possible," Mulder said quietly, deliberately playing devil's advocate.
Krycek shrugged, hips canted at an angle as he settled himself more comfortably against the wall at his back, pelvis pushed slightly forward. Cocky. He smirked, and shifted his gaze to the wall opposite, over Mulder's head.
"It's all on camera. See for yourself."
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All your fault, of course. You always manage to pull me in eventually. :P
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I had no idea that camera was there until I wrote that last line. *g*
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