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Indecent Exposure

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Available now, 140 pages, 126,000 words. 12 point type, perfect bound, colour covers.

All stories feature Krycek.

"Body Guard" by Katy Deery
Calvin Wayne Mitchell was his name. Trailer trash, his death would be investigated for a couple of weeks at most, then forgotten.

One of the unimportant ones.

But not to Alex.

No, to him Calvin Wayne Mitchell had been very important. Calvin Wayne Mitchell, who posted inflammatory statements on the web about Fox Mulder, destroyer of the second coming. Mulder, who had once been a saint to people like Mitchell and was now the devil incarnate to his kind.


"Bad" by Cody Nelson
I want you to hurt me. Mulder could still hear the precise tones of Krycek’s voice, could still see his face, his stance, exactly as it had been the first time he’d said those words. He’d wanted to laugh and say, Are you crazy? No way! The blood pounding through his body, throbbing in his cock, had choked the laughter in his throat.


"Safe Haven" by Sugar Rush
Times like this made me sorry I never got the light on my digital watch fixed. I’d lost all track of time sitting here on the floor in the dark, with nothing but Mulder’s shallow, steady breathing and the slowing thump of my own heart for company. It was way too small a space for us to sit apart comfortably, though Mulder had already slumped over next to me, head resting heavily on my shoulder, still pretty much out of it. I couldn’t help reaching up, fingers carding through his hair, finding the lump at the nape of his neck where Leather Boy had whacked him, still barely oozing blood. I licked it off my fingertips, stomach cramping, tearing at this tiny taste of sweetness, craving more. I needed to feed, and badly.


"Rat Rat" by Micetro (sequel to Liza’s A Rat’s Tail)
He tried to capture that tongue – wrapping his arms around it as it effortlessly unravelled his mind – but it travelled on, laying his soul bare, its strength greater than his own. As it moved, massaged, teased his new body, he gave in, laying back, his hands grasping Mulder’s nose.



"Sleeping Beauty" by Gwendolen
Sometimes Skinner wondered what the younger man saw in an old man like him, why he came back. There were prettier men outside, younger men and many better suited for this than himself. Could it be the lure of danger? The constant threat of discovery?


"After Bite" by Sugar Rush
My skin prickled in the night air; I wondered if it was conscience more than the weather. I wondered about a lot of things, not the least of which was my own sanity. It was weird, too fucking weird and twisted and even a little sick, but since when had our relationship been anything else?


"Baptism by Fire" by Jill Morrison
His mouth moved lower, kisses falling over the tendons of Mulder’s neck, pausing at his breastbone, tasting the salty tang of his sweat. His bare skin stung where the air touched it, melted where Mulder kissed it, stroked it.


"The Spy Who Came Down With A Cold" by Jane Symons
Unable to move or speak for fear of breaking the spell, Mulder stared back. Krycek put out his hand, the fingers trembling a little, and ran it across Mulder’s chest, stopping when it reached a nipple, exploring tentatively through the T-shirt fabric.

Everything about Mulder that was capable of hardening did so immediately. Even his teeth seemed to grow harder. It appeared to be all the encouragement Krycek needed.

Mulder never knew what hit him.

He’d heard of sex bombs, of course. He’d just never experienced one before. Up until now, he’d experienced sex and bombs separately. Probably more bombs than sex, if he came to work it out. The combination scared him witless and drove him out of his mind at the same time.


"Acceptance" by OTC
Mulder knew that he was not going to attack Krycek again. He had spent two nights in bed with the man and even now was lying with Krycek in his arms. He knew that the terrible emotions that had gripped him that night simply did not exist in him now. A great part of the change that both Scully and Krycek had noticed about him came from that knowledge. However, he still found it perverse that Krycek should show such confidence in him and demonstrably Krycek did. Even without the suggestion of sex, Krycek clearly trusted him.

Poetry by Gwendolen and Sterling, art designs by Killashandra and Bernice.

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