Title: Schism

Author: S. Raven

Rating: NC-17, for language and situations.

Category: Krycek/Marita, angst, implied M/S UST

Distribution: Archive anywhere, just ask me, please.

Feedback: spyke_raven@yahoo.com. Please. I'll sacrifice

cookies to it everyday.

SPOILERS: Definitely, for Season 5, 'Patient X';

'Red & the Black'.

Summary: Two people parting ways. Missing scene

pre 'Patient X'.

Author's notes: Marita 'n Krycek's relationship fascinated me

throughout this episode. So I wrote this, my first XF fanfic.

Please be gentle, please feedback!

Disclaimer: The X-Files, the characters of Mulder, Scully, Krycek,

Covarrubias, anyone mentioned here, do NOT belong to me. I am merely

borrowing them for a little while from their true master, Chris Carter.

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Part 1/3

Marita Covarrubias makes a hissing sound when she's aroused,

angry or upset. Take your pick because, right now, she's all three.

I haven't waited two hours for her without building up a raging

hunger, and the minute she steps through the door of the suite

my fingers are around her wrist pulling her to my side.

I don't think about whether my lack of finesse will upset her.

I don't think, period.

She doesn't seem to mind either, rubbing and moaning in my ear.

Mara has always been the needy one, always wanting comfort.

Reassuring her, I tell her how much I love her.

Well. I tell her how much I adore the various orifices and appendages

of her body. Somehow the word 'love' just doesn't mean any thing when

it's tacked after an intimate description of your partner's attributes.

Unless of course, it's my Marya in question.

I tell her how much I love her breasts as we writhe against the wall,

with barely enough presence of mind to close the door. I worship her

with my tongue as we slide down to the carpet in a tangled heap of

limbs. And as we rock together on fifteen thousand dollars worth of

Persian silk, I give her the ultimate proof of my affection. I tell her

I'll make her my queen.

"We'll rule the world together, you and I," I whisper, punctuating the

words with my body. "You and me, baby, we can take them down. Would you

like that baby? Just... you... and *oh my GOD! * ... ME!"

She shivers, and I renew the frenzy, thinking she needs more, wanting,

willing to give her whatever I can, for the pleasure of these few

stolen

hours, before she had to rejoin her masters in the lobby. But she just

clenches and waits for me to finish. Then -

"Let me go Alex."

I nuzzle her breasts.

"Nah..."

teasingly, waiting for the carrot after the stick.

"Let me go." She hisses, shoving with all her strength.

"Marya?" I roll onto my side and hold the good hand out placatingly.

She sat up and drew her knees to her chest. "I thought you knew."

"What are you talking about?

"It's over, Alex."

"What?"

"I said it's over." She must have seen something in my eyes, because

she deigns to explain. "Alex, come on, you knew it couldn't last."

Of course. It's a bug. A test of her loyalty. Already I am

inconspicuously

angling my head to try and find the plant. The earring maybe?

"A goodbye fuck, huh. Sure, sure."

"Alex."

I place a finger on her lips, remove the earring and throw it onto the

floor.

Bend over to her ear, whispering.

"It's okay, Marya. I know they're listening. Just tell me where it's

located

so we can -"

"Alexei dummkopf Krycek, don't you bloody listen to a word I say?

*They*

are NOT eavesdropping. The area is secure as you bloody well know."

She is rocking back and forth, hugging her knees to her chest. I reach

behind for the divan coverlet and pass it to her for a blanket.

"Dummkopf is German, Mara. A language I don't speak yet."

She takes it from my hand, but lets it slip to the floor.

"It's over, Alex."

I realize too late that she is in some form of shock. Rising, I take her

in my arms. She clings to me like a child, but refuses to say anymore

than

"It's over, Alex."

I lie down with my precious burden and chafe her arms until I can see

and feel the colour return to her skin. Then I hold her tightly as she

sobs and sobs into my chest.

"Ssh, baby, ssh, it'll be okay."

A plant, I think dumbly, my hand stroking her hair. It has to be.

Marya is mine and I am hers. A partnership. She knows it. I know it.

It cannot be over.

~end part 1/3