Hard as Hell by Torch (NC-17)

[lapillus]

Fandom: X-FILES
Pairing: Fox Mulder/Alex Krycek
Author on LJ: flambeau
Author Website: the flambeau factory
Warnings: issues of consent
Why this must be read:
Because gaps in knowledge between characters are what makes the X-files fun and this story captures that gap, although from a different angle and on a different topic than is usual for the show.  Here we have a very young, very straight agent Krycek who is told seduce Mulder. The tension between Krycek's misery at the role he is forced to play, the enthusiasm of that role and Mulder's obliviousness makes for an captivating story.

This is not the worst moment of my life.

There have been others more painful, more embarrassing, certainly more threatening to my life and safety. The time Miss Crickard caught me cheating on the math test, or when I went flying over Dancer's head at the third jump and knocked out two teeth. The time my father caught me shoplifting, the time my mother caught me jerking off... the times I swore no one would ever catch me at anything, again. (I was very young then.) When Laurie threw her drink in my face at the prom. The night in Algiers when I got the scar along my ribs... and then caught the ferry back across the Mississippi and stayed on Bourbon Street until dawn, weaving my bleeding way through the crowd.

The pleasant breakfast date with the Invisible Man when he told me I was going to work for him, and why.

All those things were worse than this. At least I'm pretty sure they were. I list them in my mind over and over, staring up at the ceiling, keeping my eyes fixed on one particular curve of shadow to keep them from drifting. Sheets lie loosely tumbled over my legs and my hands itch to pull them up so I can hide under them. I want to put the pillow over my head and smother myself into oblivion. I don't want to be here. I want it all to go away.

"Seduce him," he said when we met in the parking garage this afternoon, blowing the words in my direction on a cloud of smoke. "You're just his type." He made it sound like a request to mail a letter for him. The same tone of voice he used the first time he asked me to kill.

"He's not my type," I said. His lack of reaction did not invite further explanation, but I said it anyway: "My type doesn't have a Y chromosome."

"Alex, what is more important to you, loyalty to your country or to your sexual preferences?" A delicate smoke ring. "Your type," more smoke as punctuation, "is whatever I say it is."

Find out, as Kryeck does, why being a double agent is Hard as Hell.

ETA: Alternate link since it looks like strangeplaces.net is currently down.

Comments

broken link

[boo-wilbury.livejournal.com]

The link is broken.
But, this has the index for all of torch's x files fanfic: http://www.doubleagent.org/torch/xfstories.html
This, Hard as Hell, is under the label of "stand-alone stories"

sorry for my english, i'm a non-native speaking!

Re: broken link

[lapillus]

Thanks for letting me know! I've added the other link to the main entry.

And I'm just delighted that anyone is looking at the old entries.