Title: Black-gray Shade of Blue


 Author: Lissa


 Disclaimer: Let's see. The green eyes belong
 to Nick Lea. The black leather belongs to Krycek.
 Angsty Mulder belongs to Chris Carter. The dream
 belongs to Mulder. All mistakes belong to me.


 Rating: PG 13


 Warning/Keywords: Mulder/Krycek, slash


 Archive: DO NOT ARCHIVE


 Feedback: Want to share your dream? Write me.
 And maybe you could say something about the story.


 alexeevv@cadvision.com


 Author's notes: This is my small tribute to Krycek.
 And it is just on of those crazy dreams that Mulder
 has, a small gift for Fallen Angel and Michelle.


 Kisses and hugs to Lone Gungirl and Araxdelan
 for beta.






    Black-gray Shade of Blue




    The forest was enveloped in the soft blue-black blanket
 of midnight. The rain, finally gone, had left only the
 freshest spicy aroma of the night air behind. Nature,
 tired and cleaned, was peacefully asleep, trusting Creature
 to guard the world.


    Silence was walking among the trees, tenderly touching
 the breathing life around her, when suddenly a sound, no,
 not a sound, but something like the lightest tremble in
 the air, drew her attention. For a second fear possessed
 her. But then, catching a glimpse of the familiar sweet,
 tart smell of danger and strength, she calmed down and
 smiled. Creature was playing his favorite game.




    The hunting predator, the wild and mysterious animal
 from a legend told by the villagers, was running
 through the forest, hiding in the leaves' shadows.
 But sometimes the extremely curious moon could catch
 a flash of the shining black leather which covered his
 lithe body, caressing every part of that living gracefulness.
 The predatory hunter was hiding in the dark forest,
 but foolish moon, not aware of the danger, was sticking
 its silly rays between the trees, trying to illuminate
 the beauty of mythical Creature of the Night.


    He had reached a small open meadow, and suddenly was
 entirely lit up by the pale moon, which was shivering
 from fear and desire. Creature was standing carelessly
 and boldly, but even aware of every tiny dewdrop,
 falling from the leafs of the flowers. Moonray caressed
 the clearest lines of the strong and graceful body of the
 predator, and kissed the passionate fire in Creature's
 eyes full of innocence, will, and kindness.





    You were sitting near the fire when Creature
 approached you. His body elegantly lowered itself
 on the silky grass close to you, and he was looking
 at you with the curiosity of a sweet and innocent
 child. Emerald life was burning in those eyes, colored
 in lightest darkness. Fair skin was flushed from the
 delight of the fast run, danger, and successful hunting.
 Rough velvet of lashes brushed your skin, while the
 gentlest lips were caressing your face, coming closer...





    The piercing, sharp light of the early morning burst
 into the world, igniting pain in his eyes and head.
 The day had come, wrapped in gray fur, looking at him
 with indifference and coldness, scratching his heart
 with keen, long nails in the color of blood. But deep,
 very deep in his soul, deeper than the ache, despair
 and sadness, the memory of kind eyes, of soft lips,
 of strong hands and a warm body, lived, was saved,
 and gave hope.





 The End


 Lissa
 Spring 1999