A Three Krycek Problem
by Jose Cheung
Rated: M/M slash Adult
Pairing: Alex, Cory and Victor
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: For Entertainment only
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Like many of us, when Krycek runs low on cash, he goes to a bank. Where most of us would bring a checkbook or an ATM card, he brings a gun.
As he climbs the stairs towards the door, he hears gunshots. Smells cordite. Drops face down on to the wide marble steps.
He hears footsteps. Looking up, he sees a laughing gunman with a sack of loot. A gunman whose face he's seen before.
In the mirror. Every time he shaves.
Krycek's eyes widen, then narrow. He makes a simple plan.
Kill the clone. Take the cash.
He runs back to his car, and drives off in pursuit.
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Having tracked the laughing gunman to his forest lair, Krycek revises his plan. Not completely abandoning it, perhaps just a detour on the road to the same destination. Procrastinates in the ancient Roman sense of the word, giving your enemy time to show you what he's got before attacking.
Corey Raines, the laughing gunman, has changed his plan. Rarely has Krycek met another man as seductive, as charming, as irresistably dominant as himself. And never one who has plucked a 9 mm automatic from his fist as though it were cardboard.
Now the two men lie naked, mouths pressed together, on the rug in front of the fire. They are still pink and damp from the hot tub. Krycek's left arm rests beneath the laughing gunman's neck. His right hand is closed around his partner's cock, thumb teasing the base. The laughing gunman strokes Krycek's hair with his right hand. His left rubs a red handprint on Krycek's right flank. His fingertips tickle Krycek's crack.
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A stern-faced young detective drives an unmarked car down a rural Canadian road. Stopped at a railroad crossing, he reviews his report on the suspect, Raines. Thinks how glad he'll be when the robber is in custody, the wanted posters come down, and the jokes about his night job and his evil twin will cease.
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A tall man in a worn leather jacket tramps through the forest. He pauses to check his map. His only clue, a newspaper photo of an antique car, a Canadian address and the words, "The Rat Squeaks" scrawled across it in black marker.
He contemplates the anger with which his partner will confront him upon his return. But he does not regret ditching her. He doesn't know what he'll do when he finally gets his hands around Krycek's neck, but he'd rather she not see him when he does.
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The young detective points his gun at the two naked men on the carpet. He has seen the bank video and the mug shots, but nothing could have prepared him for the shock of seeing his double from 15 feet away. No one had told him there would be two such men, that they would be naked when he found them, that they would be fucking.
The naked men appear equally surprised. The one closest to him recovers first. "Never knew I had a brother who was a copper, too. How many bastard triplets do you think there are out there? Care to get out of those clothes and join us?" Raines flashes an easy grin, but reflexively shifts between the gun's aim and his new mortal friend.
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The tall man aims his gun from the doorway. His eyes widen. His mouth drops open with surprise.
Two naked Kryceks watch him from the floor. He's seen this before, but never in stereo. One leers at him, a mixture of mockery and frank lust Mulder knows well. The other, behind him, looks apprehensive.
The third, clothed, holding a gun, commands his attention.
The young detective says, "I'm Detective Victor Mansfield. Vancouver PD. I'm going to slowly reach into my pocket so I can show you my badge."
Mulder replies disdainfully, "Alex, do you really think I'm going to fall for that bullshit again?"
In that instant, he recalls a problem from his philosophy class at Oxford. A traveler finds the road blocked by two gates and two guards. Behind one gate, a lion. Behind the other, a lady. One guard always tells the truth. The other always lies. The traveler's life depends on his ability to tell them apart.
Three Kryceks.
One proffers a badge.
One claims to be 500 years old.
One says he's the real Krycek.
Clones, shapeshifters, or identical triplets, they're all Kryceks, for God's sake.
Which means they're all lying.
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