Pairing: mulder/krycek, prompt: "you don't actually believe I have feelings for you, do you?"
Why do you hate me? 😂 But I said I'll write anything and so I will.
The sound of the zipper is loud in the dark, cold room. Mulder watches his nemesis get dressed, his hand absent-mindedly stroking his sticky stomach, the only tangible proof of what's happened here.
"Why don't you..." Mulder's voice is hoarse and unable to finish what he so desperately wants to say.
"You don't actually believe I have feelings for you, do you?" A snarl, a smirk and then he's gone again, like always.


















