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"Scully, it's an X-file!" Fox Mulder sat on his desk, excitement gleaming in his hazel eyes.

"They're serial murders, Mulder. Not exactly an X-file." She rolled her eyes as her partner bounced in place.

"Oh, come on Scully. They were drained. Exsanguinated. Their blood was sucked out. I'd say that makes it an X-file."

The short redhead paced the cramped room. "We've seen victims in this state before; not often, but it does happen. There's nothing to suggest that anything other than a set of senseless, bizarre killings have taken place. Now granted, we need to catch this killer, but I doubt there's anything that calls for labeling this an X-file."

"What about the bite marks on them?"

A sigh. "What bitemarks?"

Mulder pulled out a manila folder, opening it and extracting photos of the 4 victims that had turned up in the last week. "These bite marks." He pointed. On each corpse, two sets of marks were plainly visible. Twin holes puncturing the throat and left wrist. The marks on the wrist were darker, as if intense pressure had been applied to them prior to death. No traces of spilled blood showed anywhere in the pictures, except for perhaps a few spots on torn shirts and blouses.

"All right, granted that is a little unusual, but it's no reason to assume --"

"*Unusual*? Someone--some*thing* sucked their blood out. And what do you know of that does that?"

Scully groaned, dropping a hand over her closed eyes. "Let me guess. Vampires?"

Mulder beamed. "Exactly!"

"Mulder...what would vampires be doing in D.C.?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Sightseeing?"

~~~~~~~~~~

"It's big." Xander looked up at the obelisk. The Washington Monument towered over them, looming against the starlit backdrop of the night sky.

"That it is, pet."

Xander turned in Spike's arms, rubbing up against his Sire. "I'm horny."

Cocking an eyebrow, the blonde asked, "Starin' at the Washington Monument makes you horny? Those Lincoln and Jefferson Memorials didn't seem to do much for you."

Xander grinned, licking his lips. "Yeah. But this one gives me ideas. All huge, and erect, jutting up in the air like that. Reminds me of you." He pulled back and stealthily made his way to the base of the monument, Spike following close behind.

"Pet? What are you planning?"

"C'mon, let's climb to the top!" He leered over his shoulder. "I wanna fuck at the top of this giant stone penis."

"I'm all for that." Sporting matching grins, the two vampires snuck inside.

The climb to the top took an inordinate amount of time, as they kissed at each of the 897 steps, not leaving one out. Finally, there were no more steps, and Spike picked up his Childe, carrying him farther into the room. He tossed the brunette to the floor and began to strip.

Xander drooled as his lover's flesh was revealed. Quickly, he regained his feet, flinging his clothes off in haste. A moan escaped him as he was crushed to his Sire's chest, his mouth plundered.

Spike looked around the room, noting the windows. He pulled Xander over to one, shoving him up against it. The thought of the view anyone with a high-powered telescope pointed in their direction would get made him laugh wickedly.

Xander gasped as he came into contact with the chilled glass, wriggling his body closer to the blonde's. "Siiiire!"

"Got a problem, pet?" He reached down to take hold of Xander's leaking erection.

"Gaaah...mmmph." Xander suckled hungrily on the tongue that had forged its way into his open mouth.

Spike proceeded to rub himself ferociously up against his Childe, marking the younger vampire with his scent, claiming him. Tearing his mouth away from clinging lips, he spun the brunette around, pressing his front into the window. "Gonna fuck you now, luv. Up here, above the city, where anyone who wanted could see."

Xander nodded his head frantically, willingly submitting to whatever his Sire demanded of him. A low moan escaped him as cool fingers made their way between his lips.

"Get 'em wet for me, Xanpet. Gonna shove 'em up your arse, get you all stretched out for me. Then you can have my cock. You want my cock, don't you?"

Xander nodded again, sucking on the slim fingers, laving them with his mobile tongue. He pushed his ass back against Spike, rubbing the other's cock between his cheeks.

Snarling, Spike removed his fingers with a wet slurp, holding Xander in place with one hand while the other prodded for his opening. He hissed in satisfaction as the lubricated digits made their way inside his luscious Childe's body.

Whimpering sounds escaped from Xander's throat as his prostate was stroked harshly. He parted his legs, opening himself further for Spike's explorations.

"That's right, pet. You're hungry for it, aren't you? You crave it more than the blood that sustains you, don't you?" He removed his fingers, slamming himself into the loosened passage.

Xander howled, hips writhing as he attempted to screw himself back onto the length of flesh drilling into him. He began to pant reflexively as his Sire fucked him hard, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting in once more, raking his prostate over and over. His hands scrabbled at the window for purchase, and his cock slid over the glass, leaving a sticky trail in its wake.

Spike's movements sped up, and he laced an arm around Xander's chest, twisting and pinching the stiff nipples he found there. With his other hand, he reached under Xander's cock, pushing against the flesh that was stretched tight around his still-moving cock.

The touch caused Xander to squeeze his ass muscles in response, and Spike howled as the smooth walls surrounding him rippled. With a final thrust, he came hard, emptying himself deep inside his Childe's body. Still rocking softly, he tilted Xander's head to the side and bit down into the creamy neck.

As Spike's fangs pierced his flesh, Xander closed his eyes in ecstasy, clamping down on the softening flesh inside him, cum spraying out of his cock to coat the window.

Spike withdrew his fangs, licking the drops of blood that welled up. With a sigh, he pulled out of Xander's limp body, hoisting his Childe and carrying him back to where their clothes lay.

Xander blinked, grinning dazedly up at his Sire. Purring, he ran his hand up a bare leg. "Love it when you fuck me like that, Spikey. When you cum inside me, and I can feel you there for hours. Every time I move."

"Anytime luv." He kissed Xander softly and lovingly. "I'll fuck you any way you want me to."

"Mmmm, good." A few more kisses were exchanged, until Spike pulled away reluctantly.

"C'mon now, Xan. We gotta get a move on. Places to go, humans to drain. Pull yourself together!" Chuckling, he dressed, watching in hunger as Xander pouted for a moment, then dressed as well. "Aw, don’t look like that, luv. We still have all those steps to go back down!"

Xander perked up, nibbling his lower lip suggestively. Laughing, the vampires began their descent, already groping wildly. The only evidence of their impromptu visit was the musky scent of sex permeating the room, rising from a rapidly drying puddle of semen that had dripped down the window.

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Part 2:

"Mulder, this is ridiculous."

Mulder popped some sunflower seeds into his mouth, raising an eyebrow. "What? All the other victims were frequent visitors to clubs in this district, it's not a stretch to think that the next one will be as well."

"Not that. The whole idea that we're dealing with some supernatural creature who lives off the blood of humans. It's a bit farfetched. Vampires are a myth!"

"Scully, Scully, Scully. I would have thought you'd have learned by now. All myths have a basis in reality. And some *are* the reality."

Slumping down into the front seat of the car, she gave her partner a sideways glare. "Fine. But if any bloodsucking fiends make an appearance, *you* get to arrest them."

Grinning, Mulder turned back to his surveillance of the club.

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Clear green eyes watched intently as two figures crept away from the obelisk. Silently, a leather-clad figure peeled itself away from the wall, darting from shadow to shadow, tailing them. Alex Krycek held his breath as the two paused, turning in place and sniffing the air. He closed his eyes briefly in relief as they moved on, the blonde pulling the dark haired one into a passionate kiss first.

Carefully, he followed them, using every skill he possessed to avoid detection. It was uncanny the way these two seemed to be so aware of their surroundings. //Then again, if what I've been told about them is true, it makes sense.//

He'd heard rumors about this duo. And old Smokey had ordered him to keep an eye on them, so some of what he'd heard must be true. //On the other hand, maybe they're just your average psycho killers trying to make a living.// He snickered silently.

He had to admit, though -- from a professional standpoint, they were good. Silent, fast, deadly. Everything a killer could wish for. Although they certainly had an...interesting MO, to say the least. //Wonder if the old man is going to try and recruit them?//

He stopped walking, darting behind a nearby car as the two he was following made their way inside an abandoned warehouse. //Home sweet home?// He peered through a grimy window, cursing as he lost sight of the men. Debating, he finally decided to follow them inside.

With as little noise as possible, he snuck through the building, following the faint sounds that sounded like someone...crying?

He saw a flash of movement, and pulled out a pair of binoculars. Focusing them, he stared in shock. There was a young girl, in her early twenties perhaps, tied spread-eagled on a bed. She was frantically trying to squirm away from the two who were looking at her with intense hunger.

Krycek watched as the brunette nuzzled the other man's neck, then turned to the bed, climbing on all fours to straddle the cringing female. He barely suppressed a cry as he watched the man's features melt, twisting into a strange parody of humanity. Even from where he was, he could detect the golden gleam from beneath half-closed lids. He continued to watch, spellbound, and the head lowered to the screaming woman’s neck, fangs flashing in the dim light before plunging into her neck.

The --vampire?-- immediately pulled back, jumping of the woman. The leering blonde took his place, face also changing as he leaned down to lap at the streams of blood pumping from the violated neck. The brunette settled himself on his knees beside the bed, reaching up to gently untie the woman's left wrist. He brought the struggling appendage to his mouth, fangs gleaming again as he bit into the tender skin. Krycek could hear as the woman's hoarse screams grew fainter, saw her movements become sluggish.

Finally the two released the corpse, having drained her while losing barely a drop of blood, and quickly untied her, shoving her onto the floor. They practically tore each other's clothes off, then began to give each other what looked to be very professional blowjobs. Krycek watched intently, becoming aroused himself, as they both arrived at screaming climaxes.

They turned to face each other, kissing gently, at odds with their earlier violence. Eventually, the blonde pulled the other from the bed, and they dressed in tight, black leather outfits. Finally looking at the corpse crumpled on the floor, they appeared to argue for a moment, then the brunette hoisted her over his shoulder, and the two left.

Krycek let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. //Damn, that was about the hottest thing I've *ever* seen!// Sure, the woman had died, but in a manner that was so...personal, intimate. And the 69. //Woah! They could give me head anytime they wanted!// There had been some definite deep-throating action going on there, a not inconsiderable task considering the above average size erections they had sported.

He licked his lips. //Down, Alex. You have a job to do here.// He snorted softly. //Guess I know why Smokey is so interested in them. Geez, Mulder would have an orgasm if he could get his hands on what looks to be two very real vampires.// A half-smile playing about his lips, Krycek once again resumed his job of tailing the two.

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"Mulder, I don't think this is doing us much good." She glowered at the neon sign that announced the entrance to the "Den of Night" club. "We don't know who we're looking for, of even if the next victim will come from *this* nightclub! We have nothing but suppositions to work from!"

"Scully, the killer is a vampire." He rolled his eyes at her exasperated sigh. "Ok, he at the very least *thinks* he's a vampire, or has some obsession with them. The "Den of Night" sounds like an ideal hunting ground for him."

"But we have no description, nothing to pinpoint who he is."

Mulder shot up in his seat, straining forward and squinting through the glass. "I wouldn't say that, Scully." He nodded toward the entrance. "How much of a coincidence do you think *that* is?"

Catching a glimpse of the man Mulder was staring at, Scully snarled softly. "Krycek," she hissed. Feral smile on her face, she exited the car, Mulder close behind.

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Krycek watched as the two pushed their way to the front of the line, easily making their way into the club. //"Den of Night." How fitting.// He let about ten minutes pass, then casually sauntered up and got in line himself. Bored expression fixed firmly on his face, he stood there.

The voice beside him made him curse inwardly.

"Well, well. Look what we have here. A rat. Wonder where the sinking ship is?"

Krycek turned slowly, trying to look as unthreatening as possible. //Damn, damn, damn!// The petite redhead and her taller partner fixed him with cold glares. He smiled weakly. "Fox, Dana! Fancy meeting you here!"

"Skip it, you traitor. You're coming with us." Mulder reached for the assassin, pulling him out of the line.

"Hey, watch the leather!" That earned him a smack upside the head, and he glared at Mulder, lip curled. "You can't do this. You have nothing on me."

"I'll think of something." With an entirely too pleased expression, Mulder shoved him up against his car, holding him in place while Scully snapped a set of handcuffs on. Without further ado, he was hustled into the backseat, Scully sliding in after him with her gun trained on him the entire time.

As they drove off, Scully tossed a glance up front. "Where are we taking him? He's right, we don't really have anything to hold him for."

Krycek smirked. "Aw, no evidence of my dastardly deeds? Poor dears."

"Shut up, fucker." Mulder was silent for a moment, then a cheerless grin grew on his face. "I know someone who's just been *dying* to see you again. Hey Scully, think Skinner might want to have a chat with our little rat here?"

"I'd be willing to bet on it."

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Part 3:

Krycek's head rocked back from the force of the blow. He felt a trickle of blood make its way from his nose, and he sniffled reflexively. Shaking his hair out of his face, he glared up at the furious agent. Mulder's eyes glinted with rage as he drew his hand back again.

"Agent Mulder! That's enough!" Skinner strode forward and grabbed the agent's arm, preventing him from striking the restrained man any more.

"But sir, he--"

"Mulder!" he barked, turning his steely gaze on him. Sullenly, Mulder subsided, stepping back a pace. Satisfied, Skinner returned to his inspection of their prisoner.

Krycek spat on the floor, the blood and saliva mixture narrowly missing the Skinner's feet. "You know, for such sticklers for the law, you sure aren't hesitating about breaking it now. You have *no* reason to hold me!"

Mulder lurched forward, snarling. "You traitorous bastard! You're a murdering spy!"

A sneer slid across his face. "Prove it. What evidence do you have to back it up?"

"Stop it! Now!" Skinner rubbed his forehead, unable to decide which man was irritating him more at the moment. "Scully, what's your take on this?"

"Well, sir, I do find it highly suspicious that he made an appearance at the time and place we were staking out for our current case. I believe he may have some connection to it."

Skinner nodded. "Krycek? What do you know about this?"

"Me? Not a thing. I was just out for a night on the town. Since when is that against the law?"

"Since your nights involve killing innocent people!" Mulder ground his teeth, fingers twitching with the desire to reach out and strangle the life from the smug bastard handcuffed to the chair in front of him.

"God, Mulder! You're so naïve! What makes you think any of the people I've *supposedly* killed were innocent?" He shook his head, mocking him. "Get real!"

Sick of the exchange, Skinner grabbed Krycek's hair, pulling his head back harshly. "I am *not* in the mood for this. What. Do. You. Know!"

"Nothing!" Krycek hissed, teeth bared.

Skinner growled, moving away, and angrily began pacing. He halted as he noticed Mulder conferring quietly with Scully, who was shaking her head vehemently. "Agents?" Both heads snapped around to look at him. "Am I missing something here?"

Now grinning, Mulder pulled a small vial from a pocket in his trench coat. "Sir, I just remembered, some...friends of mine gave me this earlier today for testing."

Skinner took the vial, examining the amber fluid inside. "What is it, and why is this relevant to the situation."

"It's a type of truth serum, it's supposed to be very powerful, although it does have some side effects."

"And those would be?"

Mulder shrugged. "They didn't say."

He sighed. "Do I want to know how your 'friends' got their hands on this?"

"Um, probably not, sir. But I thought we could try it out for them."

"If I may?" Scully moved closer. "Sir, this isn't right. We can't just give this...man some drug when we have no idea what it will do. No matter how much I dislike him, it's not ethical!"

Skinner thought for a moment. "As much as it pains me to say this, I'm afraid I have to agree with Mulder. We need this information, and so far, he's the only one we know of who can give it to us. And he won't, not voluntarily."

"Sir, I--"

"Scully. It's not up for discussion." He looked at the vial again. "Did your friends tell you how to administer this?"

"Just like any other injection. I'm sure Scully has a syringe on her somewhere." Fairly bubbling with glee now, Mulder looked at his partner, who nodded reluctantly.

After Scully had fetched the syringe, she filled it with the serum. "How much, Mulder?"

"I don't know. That looks about good."

With another hard look at Skinner, Scully went over to Krycek, who was struggling futilely. "For the record, I really do object to this."

"Do it, Scully."

Sighing, she carefully inserted the needle in Krycek's arm, injecting the drug. The three FBI agents watched as the man slumped forward, shivering.

After a few minutes, Mulder began tapping his foot impatiently. "How long will this take?"

"Gee, Mulder, why don't you try asking him something as see if he tells the truth?" Scully responded sarcastically.

Mulder crouched in front of Krycek, staring into his glazed eyes. "What's your name?"

"Alexei Nicolai Krycek," he rasped out.

"Your age?"

"32."

Smirking, Mulder went on. "How old were you when you lost your virginity, and who was it with?"

"Mulder!" Scully protested.

"Oh come on, Scully! Lighten up. Well, Krycek?"

Krycek glared at him dully, trying to bite back the words that just wanted to spill forth. Gasping, he choked out, "Eight. My uncle Mikhail."

Taken aback, the three simply stared for a moment. Biting her lip, Scully shot Mulder a furious glance. "Just get on with it, will you?"

Slightly subdued, Mulder nodded. "Do you know who the killer we're looking for is? The one who exsanguinates his victims?"

Relaxing as the serum gained a more powerful hold on him, Krycek smiled. "Killers. Two of them."

Mulder was surprised. "Two? That's unusual."

"Lovers. They kiss a lot. And fuck. Such pretty boys."

"Yes, thank you for that observation," Skinner interjected. "Where can we find them?"

Krycek giggled. "Missed 'em. Went to the club. Gonna follow, got snatched away. Bye-bye pretties."

Mulder snorted. "God, he's wasted. Guess that was the side effect Froh--um, my friends talked about."

"How long ago did you two pick him up? Is there any chance they'll still be at the club?"

Krycek took this question as directed toward him. "Nope nope. Gotta dance, gotta run. Can't stay and spoil the fun. Gotta go home and fuck and fight and suck and bite." More giggles ensued.

"Um, he's right sir. It's almost morning, they're long gone by now. They may have already picked up another victim."

"Wrong again! Already killed tonight. Never more than once a night. It's a rule. Too many corpses spoil the soup!"

Mulder loomed over the prisoner. "Already killed? Who? Where?"

"Girl, tied to the bed. Bite her neck, bite her wrist, blood blood suck the pretty blood. No more blood, all gone." His eyes grew wide in remembrance. "Pretty. Sucking. Mmmm, sucking cocks and kissing and touching. Pretty blue eyes, all golden."

"Yeah, enough with your kinks. Where? Where are they?"

"Home sweet home. Gotta get home before morning, bad sunlight."

Mulder smiled triumphantly. "See? It fits with the vampire theory."

Skinner narrowed his eyes. "The *what* theory?"

Scully spoke up before Mulder could. "The killer--killers may have a vampire fetish, even believe they *are* vampires. Hence the cause of death and aversion to sunlight."

"I see."

Mulder once again turned to Krycek. "Where do they stay? Can you take us there?"

Smiling, eyes shining brightly, Krycek nodded. "Home. Gone home."

"Great." Mulder brushed himself off. "Let's go."

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