Alex melted into the bed, he loved it when his lover let the wild side out. Purring, he turned to face his lover. “That was…”

“Relaxing.” Walter rolled over and covered him.

“Actually I as going to say, fan-fucking-tastic, but you can say relaxing.” Krycek smirked. He loved this, the warmth of the older man lying on top of him. The way the hot breath ghosted over his neck and he shivered.

“You’re staying.”

Alex sighed, “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can and you will.” His lover stated in a tone of command.

“Skinner…”

“Walter.”

“Walter, I can’t stay, if I do, who knows what they’ll do.” Alex tried to turn over but the weight of Walter was holding him down.

“I don’t care.” Walter pushed himself up on both arms and stared at his very tired, exhausted boy. “I think I have to talk to those idiots in the Consortium. They’re interfering with my love life.”

Alex felt a frisson of fear rip through him and he felt the need to hug Walter hard. How hard could he hold Walter with only one arm. He felt the warm hands stroking his hair, lips brushing his ear and cheek. “Alex, Alex… it will be ok.”

“Don’t, they’ll kill you.”

“And if I don’t they’ll kill you. Every day they give you harder and harder jobs. They send you into more and more situations, and I know it’s that cigarette smoking bastard.”

Alex sighed, he hated lying but he had to. “I know but he can’t, my sponsors are too dangerous to offend. He can only send me into danger, I don’t have to stay there. If I fail a task, I can be punished but not killed. They won’t like it if I am killed. There would be such a backlash. I’ll stay the night. I promise.”

Walter rolled over and closed his eyes, hating the lie. He felt Alex kiss him softly then the bed dipped as the Consortium contractor got up.

Alex hated meeting in these strange places, what did this asshole know about procedure anyways. Did he truly not realize that being in odd places at odd times put people in more danger? Or maybe it was just another attempt to get him killed. Sighing, he started listening to the old asshole.

“Can you do it?” The voice rasped out of the shadows.

Not showing his disgust for the smoking bastard, he nodded, “Of course I can. That’s why you gave it to me.”

“Alex, we need him naturally dead. There can be no question.”

“Natural will take a bit longer, don’t expect me to check in for at least three weeks.”

“Very well.” The wrinkled bastard laughed, blowing a foul cloud of blue smoke in Alex’s direction.

Alex bit his lip as he went over his resources, he may even need to visit the computers of those geeks of Mulder’s .First things first though, he would need some special help. Walking away from his handler. Alex got onto the motorcycle and roared off. Heading north for a while, he hung a quick left and slipped into an alleyway. Kicking aside debris, he headed for a phone near the middle of the alley. Picking up the earpiece, he unscrewed the bottom and connected two wires, putting it back together he placed a call.

“Vic? I need a favor.”

“Agreed.” The man stared at Vic and Alex. “And the lifespan?”

“Thirty minutes from delivery.” Alex smiled at his ‘cousin’. “Don’t worry, I’ll explain it later.”

The stone-faced man led Vic to a table and strapped him down. A dark shadow ran across his eyes. “Don’t move.”

“And why couldn’t you do this?!” Vic asked, looking up at the needle hovering over him.

“My DNA was messed up, trust him, he’s a professional at this.” Alex replied, his mouth quirking.

“I hate you.”

“Thank you anyway.” Alex watched silently as the sample was extracted.

“So you’ll do it?”

“Are you kidding, man?” Langly pushed his dirty hair from his face. “Of course we will! This is the proof we need, once everyone sees this, they’ll know it’s all true. That there is a Consortium!”

Alex nodded, “Yeah, and they’ll see the head of the Consortium pay a big price. I’ll contact you with the location of the tower. Trust me, with this much power you can take over the television and radio airwaves. That’s your greatest dream, isn’t it?” Alex smiled at the evil light in the trio’s eyes.

“No, no, of course not, Krycek. However, you must admit that it is a rather unique opportunity.” Byers nodded politely. “Thank you for this opportunity.”

Alex shook his head, pulling a slip of paper from his pocket. “Enjoy boys. You may want to record it, in fact, I’d love it if you’d record it and send it to this address."

“Not a problem.”

Vic looked up from the file he was reading, “This is your assignment?”

“Yeah.” Alex slipped into the passenger side. “I know, it breaches the contract.”

“No, it doesn’t breach it. It blows up the contract. The Cleaners would never let you get away with it. They’d have to hunt you down and kill you if you tried it, worse if you managed it. It’s a death sentence.”

“Well according to the contract, as long as I fail in my assignments, I can be punished.”

“I hope this works, cousin.” Vic tossed the picture of the target on Krycek’s lap. The bald headed, stern man sitting behind a desk, looked out at them.

“It will.”

Alex stared at the warehouse at the bottom of the hill as he leaned against Vic’s car. A light appeared close to the ground and faded. Krycek looked at the clone and knocked a set of clothes from the roof of the car. “Get dressed.”

The clone nodded, dressing silently.

“It’s the heads of the Consortium. All you need to do is go inside and punch in three numbers on the keypad inside.

The clone nodded. Walking towards the warehouse, he entered… five minutes later an explosion rocked the city. Sitting in the car with his ‘cousin’, he smiled.

“They really wanted you to kill the Head?”

“Idiots.” Krycek picked up his phone and dialed, “I’m coming home.”

Walter stood in the apartment, dressed nothing but a pair chaps and holding a crop. He heard the motorcycle drive up and his lover’s footsteps. He waited until Alex walked in and brought the crop down on the couch, letting it whistle through the air. “What did I tell you about lying, boy?”