|eXposure||Sympathy for the Devil|
|Sympathy for the Devil is available online, hosted by the Marvellous Maria M. Click the title above to go to that site. It is also available as a free companion zine to eXposure, including the Once A Thief sequel written by Quill 'War of the Roses'.|
Pain" by Cody Nelson Mulder/Krycek
Mulder and Krycek have their own particular ways of dealing with their losses
The tape had become an unvarying ritual, a dark path with steps that must be followed precisely, in order to avoid the pitfalls. Fucking Alex Krycek was a dangerous game, even when it was happening only in his own mind, and without the proper attention to the rites, hed wind up stalking through the apartment looking for something to break, or sobbing in the floor, rather than curled up in a boneless puddle of steamy satisfaction.
"Homecoming" by Bren Antrim
"Temptation" by M. Fae
"Left Buried" by Gillian
"Shark" by Elizabeth
"Then Something Else Will
Happen" by Gloria Lancaster. Krycek/Skinner
"Grief" by Elizabeth
"Not in this
Zipecode" by Quill. Mulder/Krycek
"Mulder in the
Middle" by Spookette. Mulder/Skinner/Krycek
by Jane Symons. Mulder/Krycek
"Q-File" vignette by O.T.C. Read it, be surprised.
"Taking A Thief" by
Cartoons by Nola Frame-Gray and Sarah Bellum
Pricing and ordering details
|Sympathy for the
By Sarah Bellum
Sympathy for the devil, a novella in zine form, presented as with eXposure, is 80,409 words, 106 pages, M/K (some K/Sk)
"I gave you the evidence Id
collected on you, gave it all to you and let them think Id failed again. I took
another strike against me in order to let you go on unmolested. And you threw me out,
treated me like something youd stepped in. And dont tell me youre the
only injured party here ¾ were you ever planning on telling me you were married?"
Krycek ran out of tirade as he ran out of breath.
A long twisted (in every sense of the word) novella, picking up after Apocrypha, referring back to Krycek's first appearance in Mulder's life, and onwards to Tunguska, Terma and beyond.
He picked up Mulders toothbrush, studied it for a moment, then licked it. He scrubbed his tongue, fooling himself he could taste Mulders saliva, then finally added paste and brushed his teeth, before helping himself to deodorant and cologne. The scents reminded him of Mulder, and he closed his eyes to savour them, remembering when they were partners, when he would invade Mulders personal space just trying to be close to the man, and Mulder would casually lean back against him, or turn his head so their faces were only inches apart. So close Krycek could see the individual pores on Mulders skin and almost taste the clean, masculine scent of him, could have leaned over and run his tongue across the sharp lines of Mulders jaw, felt the slightest stubble... Krycek brought himself sharply back to the present.
Willingly and otherwise, Mulder and Krycek team up to fight: against mutual enemies; against each other, and against them selves.
Krycek stared out from the rooftop where he had climbed. It wasnt a great view from here, mostly of the streets and surrounding suburbs, but this late at night the area was quiet. With the moon out, its light bleaching colour from the landscape til everything looked like a black and white movie, moonlight kissing the details away. There was a peaceful unreality that allowed him to let go of all the confusion, pain, and anger. He breathed deeply fresh air tinged with car fumes, alcohol, cigarette smoke and left over smog. Hed enjoyed the recent past, the almost innocent affair with Mulder had come to an end unfortunately, and never again, no matter what happened, would they ever know that pure untainted joy in each other. For good or ill, any relationship they would have in the future (be it working, friendly, or even he dared hope romantic) would be tainted by their past.
This is not a 'skippy' story. Krycek as a tortured and desperate man, betrayed by his country and beliefs, and willing to do anything necessary to survive and destroy those who destroyed him. Mulder as bitter and obsessed, and as perverted as he ever is.
Kryceks trembling hands rested against his cheeks, and Mulder could tell he was desperately trying to hold back from pushing Mulders head down, too polite to force Mulder to move. Mulder just waited, manipulating the testes in his hand they were moist from his own drool, and soooo close right now. He continued to wait, his tongue never stopping, over and around, pushing against the heated shaft, until Kryceks squeaks and cries bordered on the distressed before pulling off, his lips pressed tight and hard, tiny indentation of teeth, then forcing down again. He slipped one finger into Kryceks anus, moist with sweat, pressing in just one knuckle, rotating and pressing delicately. Over and over he lunged on Kryceks cock, taking it deeply, until Krycek finally came, his whole body contracting violently with the force of the climax, snapping up, bending around Mulders head in a rictus of ecstasy
War of the Roses
Inspired by Sympathy for the Devil. Quill takes the Once A Thief characters (Vic and Mac, introduced very briefly in Sympathy) and continues their adventures, showing how their lives continue to intertwine with Mulder and the X-Files.
Adjusting the glasses Mac had given him, (these are a disguise? muttered a little voice in his head, then another added, Hey, they work for Clark Kent, dont they?), and still blushing, while the two of them was hustled down the hall towards their offices, all Victor could think was, Oh, God... what the hell has he been up to now...