Best Long Story

Please welcome Jane!


As a relative newbie to the M/K fandom, this year has been both exciting and difficult. With the events that didn't really happen in last season's finale, there seemed to be a fear spreading that M/K fandom wouldn't survive much longer. It was sometimes hard to stay optimistic. But all I have to do is look at the incredible stories being written and the amazing efforts of both newcomers and veterans to see that Mulder and Krycek are both very much alive and well in the heart's of a great number of fans. And still as drawn to one another as ever.

The long story is a favourite of mine. This year nominees are some of the best stories I have had the privilege to read. They kept me on the edge of my seat, accompanying Mulder and Krycek on their adventures. Whether they're trying to solve a case or trying to puzzle out their feelings, it's always exciting to watch the story unfold. Nominated this year are six fantastic stories by five very talented writers.

The nominees are:

Biological Imperative by Loren Q

The rest of the afternoon was spent scaring a lot of homeless people, and coming up with zero. We decided to stop and get some rest for our late night excursions.

"Not a damn thing," I tell Krycek.

"Hey, we'll have better luck tonight," he says encouragingly. "Well, at least it can't get worse."

Working together, we've built an easy camaraderie. I never would have thought that could happen. And somehow, with that ease, I found myself looking at him constantly. I had to re-focus on our search... but my mind--my body--kept pulling me away.

Krycek pulls into the motel parking lot. "When should I pick you up?" He asks, yawning.

It's contagious. I yawn back, he yawns again.

"Stop, damn it," I finally spit out. He tries valiantly, but fails.

"Uh, look, we're both tired. Why don't you just come in with me?"

He shakes his head. "I don't think that's a good idea, Mulder."

"Why? You off to perform some nefarious act?" I was startled by my offer, but now that it's out I'm going to back it up.

"No, but if I stay, I might perform one," he replies with a small smile.

"I'm not worried." Oh, shit... what am I getting myself into?

Breathe by Satina and Orangey

"You know," I say slowly, cocking my head and staring into his enigmatic green depths, "I believe that you probably *could* bring me down if we were going head to head." I stop, and seeing the nervousness making its way into those dark eyes, I know he can tell I'm not done. "But I also think I know your real weakness now, Krycek," I say, and grind my crotch into his hip, pressing my thigh firmly into his answering hardness.

He lets out a whimpering grunt that I find immensely satisfying, although once again I bite back my own sound of pleasure. "It's the soft touch you're afraid of," I say quietly, leaning in closer; so close I can see the tiny dots of perspiration on his cheeks. "Like when I held your arm." I glance down at the prosthetic, hanging limply at his side. "You would have thought I was attacking you, the way you jumped out of that chair."

I'm pushing all the right buttons. I can see it on his face, in the way he tries to look away, then blinks rapidly, squinting as I hold his gaze. I can feel his body giving way under mine, the only real tension left being that in the arm that grips mine and the stiff bulge against my thigh. "That's it, isn't it Krycek?" I ask, sliding my hand down the wall at his side. He nervously tries to follow its path with his eyes but my forearm across his throat blocks his attempts. "What's the matter, Alex?" I purr, feeling his body twitch beneath mine as he hears his first name. I lean in closer, my lips at his ear, and bring my hips back from his just far enough to get my hand between us. My cheek brushes against his and I feel the stubble from several days...smell his sweat and musk, and as I close my hand over his granite-like length, my voice comes out in a harsh, shuddering whisper. "Scared?"

Cauterized by Orangy and Satina

"You lost an arm, Alex," I say, reverting to his first name again. "You came here for revenge, and all you were going to take was a finger?"

I see him considering, blinking through the shock and puzzlement, struggling to come up with an answer.

"I just..." His voice is cracked and nearly inaudible. He clears his throat and straightens up, turning to face me completely, blade held loosely at his side. "I guess I just wanted something I could take with me." His eyes stay trained on mine and I don't look away either.

"So. Let me get this straight," I say, tightening my grip on the gun perfunctorily. "Your plan was to break in here, beat me up, rape me, and then cut off a finger as a memento of the evening. Is that right?"

His eyes flutter closed for just a moment. He's ashamed. Well he fucking well should be. I wait.

"That about covers it," he grates. I see his grip on the knife handle tighten and my body tenses, ready for a fight.

"So what happened, Alex?"

His eyes open and he looks at me, and there is undeniable pain behind those eyes as he answers.

" wanted me."

Gender Bender by Cappucino

"You haven't hardly said a word the whole trip, you keep staring at me, and..." he exhaled to try to get the panicked edge out of his voice, and his own breath bouncing off the other man's lips and back on to his own made him only too aware of how close they really were.

He moved to back away and froze as the movement made the erection he hadn't even noticed he had got, brush against the fabric in his pants, sending electric jolts up through his stomach. There was a brief second when he only stared down at himself, then he quickly lifted his gaze, but too late.

Krycek's intense eyes were already fixed on the bulge in his jeans, and when he looked up again he had a knowing expression and the slightest hint of a smirk around his mouth.

"I see." His voice was a soft breath, and Mulder jerked back as hands reached for his face, but the small cubicle allowed for no escape.

"Get off, you fu -" then he gasped as his head was tipped backwards and Krycek licked his neck, slowly, slowly, all the way from the base of his throat up to his chin. "Jesus."

The hot wet tongue burned against his skin, and for a moment, all Mulder could do was clasp the shoulders pressing up against him and hold on as the sudden quickening of his heartbeats sent his alcohol-induced blood surging through his veins.

Involuntarily, he leaned after the touch of lips as they retreated back again, only to forget that and anything else as soon as their hips made contact. In front of him, Krycek leaned against the door and, without faltering in his steady gaze on Mulder's face, pulled him closer to rub their groins together. Mulder was surprised he managed to keep upright as white hot flashes of incredible pleasure spiked his brain.

"What do you think you are doing?" The words would have sounded harsher if they had not been mumbled into Krycek's shoulder, and Mulder was only too aware that he was doing something he might have resisted had he been sober.

The thought fuelled his anger, and he pressed even harder in between the legs that spread accommodatingly to allow him access.

He knew somewhere inside that this was crazy - more than that, it was stupid, wrong and dangerous, but then the handcuffs scraped across his face as Krycek tried for leverage, and the reminder turned his concerns into a wild chorus of 'yes, yes, yes, oh god, yes'.

His head was spinning with sensations and responses, all uninvited, all incredible. Was this what Alex was like, hard and hot and tasting so good.

How could this be? How could this be him?

//Because it's not.//

Still Burning by Ratadder

"No, it's just me," I answer without thought. "But I'll tell you what I'm thinking. I'm thinking I like that. It feels nice." Ah, my old friend omission.

The right thing to say. His smile gets wider, if possible. "Good." He moves a little bit closer, face nestling toward mine. "You lived up to a hell of a lot of fantasies, Mr. Krycek."

I blush before I can catch myself. It's less a reflection on what he's said than it is on what's going through my mind... because it's true for me too. His performance definitely lived up to years of fantasies and daydreams. I feel an odd pressure in my chest and before I realize what I'm doing, I'm saying, "You too." I need to get up.

"Will you stay for dinner with me and Sam? I know she'd like to talk to you."

Dinner? "I don't... another time?"

"You need to go." His voice is resigned.

"I should."

"She'll be disappointed."

"I'd like to stay, but..." But I really need to go. Get home. Take a shower.

"But you need to go." And suddenly he's sitting up.

Syncretistic by Loren Q


"Hmm?" He turns to look at me.

"How did you get Connie Moreno to warm up to you like that?"

I watch a slow smile come over his face. "It was my poise and charm. Not to mention my boyish good looks."

Glaring at him. "No, seriously. How did you know what to do?"

He shrugs and replies, "I don't know, really. I was nice to her."

"And *I* wasn't?"

He presses his lips together for a moment. "You're driven, Mulder. Sometimes you're so intent on getting to the truth... to the point, you forget you're dealing with a person. She was hurting and I responded to that."

I stare out into traffic. His words cut into me. I know he's right, but still, to be told by... *him*.

Feeling his hand on my arm, I turn to look at him.

"Mulder, it's all right. Really." Alex Krycek, the empathetic assassin.

And the winner is...

Biological Imperative by Loren Q