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Words Left Unspoken by Phyre (NC-17)
Fandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Krycek
Author on LJ: Not to my knowledge.
Author Webpage: Phyre's stories at TER/MA
Why this must be read:
Mulder/Krycek is at heart a dark fandom, and Words Left Unspoken is one of the darkest, most disturbing fics it has produced, as well as one of the most beautiful. In a twisted, volatile love scene, Phyre paints an overwhelming image of a Mulder and Krycek addicted to one another, physically and emotionally, yet unable to bring each other anything but destruction. By juxtaposing the coldness and emptiness of what is spoken out loud with ongoing inner monologues expressing the characters' true feelings, she gives us a gradually more and more horrifying insight into a relationship that is both impossible and unavoidable, a passionate failure of communication rapidly spinning out of control.
An excerpt:
"You were late. I was angry." Mulder kept his voice flat and carefully empty.
"Are you still?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes it matters. I hate it when you're angry." Chewing the inside corner of his mouth, he looked away. Jesus. Tell him the truth. Tell him you love it when he's angry. Tell him how it scares you, then turns you on and takes you beyond your limits, and he fucks you harder, deeper, and Christ, it feels so good, better than anyone — anything, when he's angry. Swallowing a sigh, Krycek ran his palm over his face. Shit. It's gotten way out of hand. It's not just a simple fuck anymore. Nothing's simple any more.
"No, I'm not still angry," Mulder lied. Yes I am. At you, me, what we've become, this whole sordid relationship, one cheap fuck after another. I'm pissed. I'll bet you were out whoring around, maybe lost track of time. I don't care that you did it, but you did it on my time. He gave a quick shake of his head. Bullshit, I do care. It hurts and I wish it didn't. I never wanted to care, not like this. Caring scares me, makes me angry, so I hurt you, scare you, you let me and...
Soft sigh. "OK. I was late, look I'm sorry about that I—"
"—on your knees."
The kink in this story is on the extreme side, every action at least bordering on non-con (in a delicious fashion), and the ending is likely to tear your heart out. I promise you, though - it's worth it.
Words Left Unspoken
Pairing: Mulder/Krycek
Author on LJ: Not to my knowledge.
Author Webpage: Phyre's stories at TER/MA
Why this must be read:
Mulder/Krycek is at heart a dark fandom, and Words Left Unspoken is one of the darkest, most disturbing fics it has produced, as well as one of the most beautiful. In a twisted, volatile love scene, Phyre paints an overwhelming image of a Mulder and Krycek addicted to one another, physically and emotionally, yet unable to bring each other anything but destruction. By juxtaposing the coldness and emptiness of what is spoken out loud with ongoing inner monologues expressing the characters' true feelings, she gives us a gradually more and more horrifying insight into a relationship that is both impossible and unavoidable, a passionate failure of communication rapidly spinning out of control.
An excerpt:
"You were late. I was angry." Mulder kept his voice flat and carefully empty.
"Are you still?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes it matters. I hate it when you're angry." Chewing the inside corner of his mouth, he looked away. Jesus. Tell him the truth. Tell him you love it when he's angry. Tell him how it scares you, then turns you on and takes you beyond your limits, and he fucks you harder, deeper, and Christ, it feels so good, better than anyone — anything, when he's angry. Swallowing a sigh, Krycek ran his palm over his face. Shit. It's gotten way out of hand. It's not just a simple fuck anymore. Nothing's simple any more.
"No, I'm not still angry," Mulder lied. Yes I am. At you, me, what we've become, this whole sordid relationship, one cheap fuck after another. I'm pissed. I'll bet you were out whoring around, maybe lost track of time. I don't care that you did it, but you did it on my time. He gave a quick shake of his head. Bullshit, I do care. It hurts and I wish it didn't. I never wanted to care, not like this. Caring scares me, makes me angry, so I hurt you, scare you, you let me and...
Soft sigh. "OK. I was late, look I'm sorry about that I—"
"—on your knees."
The kink in this story is on the extreme side, every action at least bordering on non-con (in a delicious fashion), and the ending is likely to tear your heart out. I promise you, though - it's worth it.
Words Left Unspoken