My apartment is a familiar dark glowing blue when I shut the door behind me. I flip on the desk lamp next to the couch to chase away the shadows that my fish tank tends to make. A 3x5 picture of Samantha framed in simple, black wood smiles up at me. I think for the three hundredth time that I need a new frame; one with a pretty, girlish, floral print -- sunflowers or mums or pale, white roses. I toss my keys next to her and let my thumb drift over her thick, brown braid before I kick my shoes off and go to feed Earl. Scully will be here soon, but I'm way past the point where I pick up for her. It's a sign of our closeness that
I don't have to. I leave my shoes perpendicular to each other by the couch as I sit in my desk chair and remove my socks.
It's been two weeks since we returned from Lake Baikal. Fourteen days since Scully and I fucked in front of Krycek in a concrete cell. It's been ten days since Scully and I talked about it. Since she whispered in my ear as she rode my cock, "Don't you want to have him, Mulder?" and I answered her by coming. Ten days since we lay sweaty in one another's arms, afraid of each other's eyes as we confessed. Two answers in the affirmative: yes and yes.
We want him.
It's been sixteen hours since Scully crept up behind me while I was shaving, took the blade from my hand, and her reflection looked at mine as she said, "Go get him for me." Her demand sounding suspiciously like a question.
I've had all day to think about Scully's request. About its consequences. I walked the Mall, the piercing, blue, D.C. sky innocuous compared to my thoughts. I walked right through sunset, and as night took over and the moon rose, I made my way to Mickey's for a beer. Now with four Shiner Bocks in me, I'm back here in my apartment, the weight of her words on me like an anvil. As much as I'm aroused by it, I'm fearful of it. We all shared something in Russia that none of us can define. There is no perfect summary of what happened. There is no clear answer. Hindsight is most certainly not twenty-twenty. Alex Krycek is still a mystery. He's still dangerous to us. We have to assume that. I doubt watching me nail my partner has melted his heart and made him completely benign and docile. If I "go get him", who's to say he won't get me? Who's to say any of it would fit whatever it is Scully's got in her head as what needs to happen?
It's these questions that are tumbling around in my head as I walk into my bedroom, flick on the light, and see the t-shirt folded neatly, square in the middle of the bed. My thoughts throw into overdrive and several things occur to me at once, the most important being that it's the shirt Scully wrapped Krycek's arm up with in Russia.
My brain screams, "Run!", half a second too late because he's got me, both my arms tugged up and behind my back as he throws me up against the wall, face first, and shoves his Glock against my neck.
"You're so fucking easy, Mulder," he half growls, half whispers in my ear.
His legs are pinning me so I can't kick him and I feel his body fitting securely to mine, even as I feel the wall immovable against my front. I welcome the hard crush of my body against it. It keeps me angry.
I swallow and try to keep my voice calm, falling easily into the role of antagonist to his anti-hero. "Thanks for bringing my shirt back; I hope you washed it, scum sucker."
He just laughs, tickling my ear and neck, and I feel my cock swell slightly against my will. Admitting to Scully that I think about nailing Krycek and getting hard in his presence are two different things. The way his pelvis is thrust into mine, pushing my stiffening penis into the wall, excites me beyond thought and I almost hate myself for wanting him to take me. Wanting him to strip my pants down. Wanting to pretend I don't want it when he pushes his dick inside....
He steps away from me and I can feel him level the gun at my head. "Hands stay behind your back."
I hear the clink of metal and the familiar sound of handcuffs is like "Waltz of the freakin' Flowers" in Nordstrom at Christmas. <Oh yes, I know you fellas well. Bring it on, Krycek.>
He cuffs my hands behind my back and pulls roughly on my left shoulder to spin me around to face him, stepping into me, gun to my gut, face in mine. "Scully ever cuff you, Fox?" I wince at my name. "I'll bet she does." His breath is like oranges and whiskey. I don't answer and just glare at him. "Fine, don't tell me. I can just ask her myself when she gets here." Fuck. Scully. I consider head-butting him or kneeing his crotch, but he's away from me again too fast. "In the corner. On your stomach."
I walk to the far side of the room and make my way awkwardly onto my belly, dropping to my knees first, then leaning onto my right hip and shoulder, before rolling all the way down. I can just feel him smirking at me. "Enjoy it while you can, Krycek. I'm gonna kill you when I get my hands on you."
"I think you can call me Alex now. You know. Since I've seen the goods."
He sits on my ass and the pressure of my cock into the floor is incredible. I let out a groan that is not entirely anger or pain. I remember how I fucked Scully's slippery pussy and watched Krycek pull at his dick and how it was my name that he said as he came. And how I came then, too. I don't fight as Krycek binds my ankles together. But I do have to ask him even though I'm not sure I want the answer.
"What do you want from us, Krycek?"
He rolls me over onto my back and runs the side of his gun down the fly of my jeans. I gasp, closing my eyes and lifting my hips. He leans down so that his lips touch my ear. "That."
Just then I hear a key in the lock. <Worthless fucking thing.> Krycek is immediately away from me, getting behind the bedroom door. He trains the gun on my chest and holds my eyes with his. He shakes his head slowly and I nod. <I'm not supposed to let her know. I get you.> I doubt I *could* speak. I can still feel the line his gun drew on my crotch. Jesus, he was right; I *am* easy.
I hear Scully come in the apartment. Keys on kitchen table. Heels on hardwood floor, muting on carpet. Krycek is at the ready and I silently will Fate not to let him hurt her. I can take anything but Scully getting hurt.
"Mulder?" In the living room.
"Mulder?" Closer. Next to the couch.
"Muh...?" In the room and he springs like a panther, grabbing for her, encircling her arms and torso with one arm, bringing the gun up with the other, but before he can level it at her, she's fighting. She kicks the shit out of his left shin, loosening his hold on her arms as he grunts and doubles over, so that she can throw her elbow up ruthlessly into his face, turning to catch him with an immediate right hook, which connects with his jaw, propelling his head back. But that's when I see her really see him, see that it's Alex Krycek, and she falters briefly. Who'd she think it was, me?! It's enough of a pause that as she's about to smash her left fist into his nose, he catches it; I hear the painful smack of her aborted punch and her throaty cry as he wrenches her arm behind her, throws her onto the bed, and wrestles her into position on her stomach, tying her hands above her head with rope I didn't even see was already secured to the headboard. Once he seems satisfied she can't get her hands free, he reaches into the night stand and brings out more silky rope with which he ties her ankles wide apart to the bedposts.
Finished, he crawls up over her body and strokes the hair out of her face and eyes, his weight resting on his gun hand on the mattress. "She's not as easy as you, Mulder." I know she can feel his breath on her face. "She likes a good fight. Don't you, Scully?"
"Get off me, Krycek," she hisses.
"How about if I just get you off, instead?"
"Don't touch her," I warn in a growl. I know Scully wanted me to get Krycek for her, but I don't think this is what she was thinking of.
"Oh, but she wants it, Mulder," Krycek says, contradicting my thoughts, still looking at Scully's averted eyes as he hovers over her like an animal with prey. "Watch," he instructs and then proceeds to take her small, delicate earlobe into his mouth. Scully gasps and shuts her eyes, a twin to my earlier reaction. My erection pushes out against my zipper as Krycek continues to suck Scully's earlobe. She is panting now, trying to control her reaction which still looks way too akin to fright for my tastes. Then Krycek looks over in my direction and catches my eye as I struggle into a half-sitting position. He looks at me and then licks up into Scully's ear before lowering his long lashes again. Her body bucks on the bed and she whimpers, "No...God, stop...." but even still she is writhing and tilting her head to let him tongue her deeper. He chuckles as he withdraws his tongue and comes to sit next to her, smiling at me.
"Now, I think Agent Scully has too many clothes on. What do you think, Mulder?"
"Scully, I'm sorry," I whisper, unable to look at her. God, she must think I brought him here to do this to her! "Scully." My eyes are on her now, needing her to hear me, to know. "Scully, I didn't..."
"I know," she says simply, closing her eyes, controlling each breath.
Krycek sets the gun down on the night table and moves down to the foot of the bed. He looks at me as he takes Scully's right pump off her foot. "She's got a mean right hook." He flexes his jaw as he throws the shoe to the side and moves to the other.
"I know she does," I say, not smiling but still proud. I felt that right in another reality.
He takes off her other pump and takes her little stocking socks next. "I like a woman who can kick my ass. The thing is, she didn't really want to. She wanted me to subdue her. Did you see it? She let me have her. Didn't you, Scully?" She doesn't answer. "You know you did." Most people but me would have missed her slight flinch at those last words. But I see it. And I know it means he's right. Holy shit. Does she want it this way? My breathing speeds up, wondering if she's turned on. I'd ask her, but I don't want to do it in front of Krycek for fear of being wrong.
Krycek reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a knife. It shines with the polish of intended malice. My whole body tenses.
"I won't hurt her, Mulder," he promises. His voice is almost tender. "I'm just going to take her clothes off." Then more to himself, "She's got a beautiful body." I can't help groaning. I want to touch myself so badly. My hard-on is painful. I want to punch Krycek for touching her, and at the same time I ache for him to touch her. It's maddening. I shift and lean my head against the wall, trying not to hyperventilate, unable to affect the events of the evening, having to sit and wait and watch, clenching my hands futilely behind my back.
He climbs onto the bed, between her legs, takes the waistband of her pants and pulls it away from her body before yanking the knife hard and fast through the material. Scully cries out but doesn't move, and Krycek continues to cut through her pants, down one leg and then the other. He strips them from her body, leaving her quivering legs, white-peach, beautifully bare up to her navy blue, satin panties.
He makes similar quick work of her blouse, working it away from her body and tossing it to the floor so that now she's left in just her underwear. They match. I've always loved this set. They make her eyes an even deeper, seductive blue. If he cuts those off of her, I might have to kill him.
"You like the blue ones, huh, Mulder," Krycek states, reading my expression. "She probably wore them for you. Was planning on getting you to fuck her tonight." He addresses Scully, "Do you wear these because it makes him hard?" She doesn't answer. "Do you want to see how hard he is?" Her eyes open and lock on me. I gulp. <Fucking don't, Krycek! Don't show her that this is making me hot, seeing her tied down and nearly naked under the hands and eyes of our enemy.>
He comes off the bed and over to me. He kneels down in front of me and smiles. "You ready to show her your hard cock?"
"Oh, come on now, Mulder. We both know you're hot. You were hot before your pretty, little Scully got here. But I bet now it's really up there. Let's see that cock, Mulder." And his rugged, confident hands unbutton my jeans and open the fly. He reaches into my shorts and his touch on my pulsing flesh is too intense.
"AAAHHH!!" I yell, closing my eyes against his smug face. He pulls me out and rubs his thumb up and down my shaft just once before letting go, and my penis springs up and out toward him without my permission. God, I'm sick, but I want him to touch it again. Even as my conscience rebels and cringes, I throb with the idea of Alex Krycek touching me, maybe just teasing it with the calloused tips of his fingers.
But instead he is perfectly still and my curiosity wins and I look at him. He's staring at my dick, a look of barely contained hunger on his face. He tears his eyes away to look into mine. "You were made for fucking," he tells me, and I shudder like he lapped his tongue over it. "Let's see what your partner thinks."
I hear Scully groan behind him and he quirks his eyebrows at me then gets around behind me, supporting my weight on his chest. I don't want to, but I have to look at her. I don't know what I expect to see when I find her eyes with mine, but what I get is pure, unadulterated lust. Scully is looking down at my cock and slowly undulating her hips forward and back, pressing her pubic bone down to the mattress then raising her little ass before descending again. And Krycek's breath against my ear at the same time as I'm watching her makes my dick twitch in anticipation.
"You like this dick, Dana?" Krycek asks her as his hand creeps around to grip me at the base. Scully and I moan at the same time. He turns his face into my neck and whispers, "She likes it. Look at her." I look deep into Scully's eyes, her head lain across her upper arm, her mouth slack with lust, hips still trying not to thrust but needing the stimulation. Krycek's hand tightens around my cock and he strokes up slowly.
"Guuuaaaahh!" I yell, and throw my head back against his shoulder. His mouth is so close to mine as he speaks into my cheek.
"She wants you to fuck her, Mulder. Just like in Russia. She wants this." He pumps me again and I look into the eyes of my partner and my love, trying to hold back my howl of pleasure. She is squirming deliciously on the bed. I don't know if I've ever wanted to fuck her so much in my life. There is nothing nice and gentlemanly left in me, with Krycek's hand on my dick and Scully spread out before me. If I weren't restrained I would go rip those panties off her myself and bury myself in her again and again as hard as I fucking can, until she's whimpering for me to stop.... Something primal and dark in me wants to hear her say it. <No, Mulder. Please....> Like she said it to him. I want her to say it and come anyway. God, what have I become that I can want that?
I'm not allowed to ruminate anymore on what power games I'd like to play out with Scully because Krycek unwraps his fist from around my cock and just barely dances his fingers around my cockhead. Jesus, can he fucking read minds?! Now who's playing power games? I buck my hips forward, fucking nothing to try to get to his hand, but he evades me, only tickling around the tip of my penis and I want to cry.
Struck with a sudden inspiration, I realize my hands are just inches from his crotch. I scoot farther back against him and make a grab for it, hitting my target flawlessly. I squeeze him through his denim, feeling his solid, impressive length warm my palm. He moans and bites at my neck in response. Then he takes my hand in his and removes it, coming from behind me, standing at my feet.
"No, that's for Scully," he says. Oh, God. He's going to fuck her.
"No!!" I yell involuntarily. I don't want to show him my jealousy, my anger. I know because she told me that Scully wants him, but this.... She has no choice. I feel my blood rush through my veins, my adrenaline sky rocket. He's going to make me watch. Just like he watched. God.
"Yes," he answers calmly as he retrieves his knife, climbs up behind Scully, and slashes through her bra like it's nothing, throwing the shreds aside. He does the same with her underwear and now Scully is naked and spread before us both. Krycek just takes a moment to look her over, smiling devilishly. After several seconds of holding my breath, (And it feels like he is the one holding it.) Krycek traces a gentle, curvaceous line down her back and I exhale. I see Scully's eyes roll shut as she shivers.
She utters the first word she's spoken in what seems like hours. "Alex...."
My cock bobs toward her voice. Even though it wasn't my name. God, it wasn't my name. Krycek looks over at me and smiles as his finger trails down to where her spine dips to become the crease of her ass. He just pets her there with that one finger and she strains against her bonds, ass lifting, breathing labored. As she pulls to try to bend her knees, getting just enough give in her leg restraints to do it a little, I see her wet-as-hell lips open and I get my first view of her flushed vulva, small, hard clit, and very ready opening. Scully is as powerfully aroused as I've ever seen her. And it's for him.
Krycek reads my mind again. "See how badly she wants it, Mulder?" I shake my head as I feel, of all things, tears forming in my eyes. She doesn't want me. It's him she wants. Why am I still so fucking hard?! Krycek is talking again, but this time to Scully. "Don't you love your boyfriend's cock?" She groans loudly, eyes closed against both of us, one tormenting her, the other tormented. Krycek doesn't let up. "Aren't you just so wet for him, Scully? I think you are. Are you wet for him?"
This time she nods enthusiastically and whimpers, "Mmmhmmmm...."
"I think I need to check and see how wet Agent Scully is," he states decisively. Oh God, I don't know if I can take it. I'm burning with the need to be in her! I'm almost ready to beg for him to at least come over and have mercy on me and suck me off. Jesus, *some*thing! I writhe on the floor, unable to stop my body's automatic thrust response. I'm fucking the goddamned air.
"Maybe Mulder would like a better view," he says as he takes the first two fingers on his right hand and makes a V shape in her folds, opening her up as he then slicks the middle finger of his left from her opening to her clit and back up again.
"Fucking...." I can't finish. I don't know if the next word is bastard and I mean him, or goddess and I mean her. I end on a growl, feeling all the blood in my body rush to my erection.
Scully wails against her own arm and I watch Krycek bring his finger to his lips, opening that beautiful mouth to suck her off his digit.
"Mmmmm," he hums. "But where are my manners?"
He reaches back down to Scully's vagina and quickly finger fucks her in and out five or six times, before retracting and then leaning over Scully's forcibly prone body and offering her her own essence. Scully lifts her head with a moan and eagerly accepts his finger into her mouth, humming like he did when he tasted her. She slurps happily for a few seconds, but when she begins to blow his finger, sliding her lips up and down on it, he pulls free.
"Bad little Dana. I bet you gave a lot of blow jobs in high school." He pets her hair and she sighs as her eyes close. "God, I bet you're so good at it." He looks like he's considering trying her mouth on for size, but thinks better of it as he goes back down next to her exposed crotch and V's her open again, this time stroking two fingers through her swollen lips. He then gets up off the bed and comes over to me and hunkers down, ass on his heels. It's so painfully sexy, him squatting here before me, his hard-on outlined in his jeans, offering me his two Scully-slick fingers. I don't even hesitate. I lean forward and pull them dripping into my mouth.
Nothing in this world is better, I decide quickly, than the taste of Scully's pussy on Krycek's fingers.
Dear sweet lord, it's amazing.
I suck the slick tang of her off him, lick my tongue down to the web between his fingers, pushing in-between, tonguing them separate all the way up to the tips, grunting with how good her arousal and his rough skin taste together. He takes his hand away much too soon, but he leans in and replaces his hand with his mouth, kissing me tenderly and chastely, right at the corner of my lips. I find I'm unable to pull away, unwilling. It feels too good. My lips tremble open with it, but he doesn't deepen the kiss. It's the most erotic sensation I've ever felt: my first kiss with a man.
After a moment, he is gone and back to the bed and Scully. His dirty mouth, so sweet on mine, starts up again. "Everybody should get a taste of Scully, I think," he supplies conversationally, as he gets comfortable on his knees behind her, stroking the quivering cheeks of her ass. "People just don't know what they're missing." He squeezes and strokes, giving her ass an approving eye. Then he starts to unbutton his jeans, one slow button at a time. I'm an animal here on the floor, watching him prepare to penetrate her. I can do nothing but groan in lust and pain and fury. Alex Krycek is going to fuck my Scully. And I've never wanted to see anything as bad in my life. At the same time, my hands itch to strangle him. My brain is screaming, "MINE!!!!"
I watch him bring his dick out and look back at me. "Don't look so fucking destroyed, Mulder. She wants me in her."
Scully bucks and cries out.
"God, look how beautiful she is," he says. "Look how she's squirming around. Okay, baby," he says soothingly. "How about if I just stroke you with it?"
With that, he lifts her hips off the bed, presses his shaft full-length against her, and slides back and forth through her wetness.
"AHGOD!" Scully yells as she lifts her head off her arm.
Krycek keeps slowly stroking up and down and turns to look at me. "Wanna know if he's watching, Dana?" he asks her. "He is. He's watching you being a slut for me." He winks at me, gripping her tiny hips as he rubs. My eyes drop to the movement of his pelvis. So sensuous, so hypnotic. God, that would feel good with his cock sliding between the cheeks of my ass.... He speaks again. "Scully, open your eyes and look at him."
I can't stop watching him slip across my partner's sex even though I know she's watching me watch now. I hear her start to pant and whine and moan and see her try to open her legs even wider. <Yeah, Scully, show me you want it. 'Cause, fuck, I want it, too.>
Krycek is now watching himself thrust between her labia and murmuring heatedly to himself. It's the first time tonight since I made that grab for his pants that I've seen him lose an ounce of control. He's so sexy it's scares me.
"Oh Scully. You feel so good. It hurts me, you're so soft." He grunts and looks back at me, into my eyes. Watching him with Scully is incredible, but I find I miss him close to me. I don't know what's happening to me. I want him to touch me and make those sounds.
He strokes against her a few more times before he sits back on his heels and lets go of her hips, still gazing intently into my eyes. Scully whines her disapproval, still lifting her ass into the air. "Kuh....Kruh....please...."
"Shhh," he croons. "Just a minute. I'll fuck you good, I promise, Scully." He comes off the bed, bending to remove his boots and socks. He pads over to me, shoeless. He seems so vulnerable without his black boots. He reaches into his pocket and pulls his hand out in a loose fist, holding something I can't see. He goes to his knees and leans in close. My dick is so sensitive that I feel the waves of heat off of him and my cockhead tingles. Then he's actually laying his weight gently on top of me and our cocks touch one another. I suck in my breath, afraid I'll come from the contact. I feel him shudder against me. He reaches around behind my back and I feel him fitting a key into my cuffs. I can't believe it; he's going to release me!
He puts his full lips against my ear and whispers, "I don't have my gun." Just then I hear the click of the handcuffs coming apart and I flex my fingers and wrists painfully. Otherwise, we are both very still. I can feel how tense he is; he's ready for me to begin beating him, even with my ankles still tied. When I make no move at all he speaks into my ear again. "How do you want to play this?"
He's leaving it up to me, the crazy fucker. With all the times in the past where I've hit him when I didn't even have to, where I've made him suffer...he's still leaving the decision with me.
And there's no real decision to make. Not one that my body hasn't already made for me. I reach up with numb fingers and slip the top button on his shirt free. He is completely still. Waiting. I fumble with the second button, my aching hands unwilling to comply. He doesn't move to help. Just lets me work it loose. The third button is a little easier. I feel his breath quicken against my ear. The fourth practically unbuttons itself. He gasps into my ear and rocks his crotch into mine once. God, he feels good. His cock is so smooth and hot against my own. I groan with the power of it. I hurry to finish the job, my fingers trembling now with excitement, all numbness gone. I push it off his shoulders and he shrugs it off his arms, before planting his hands on the ground, lifting his weight off of me.
"I think I forgot something," he says and shifts down to untie my ankles. I notice his hands are shaking, too. I sit up and watch him, wiping the sweat off my face and the hair out of my eyes. When he's done, he turns to me again and crawls in close and brings his mouth a hair's breath away from mine. I can't take the suspense and I reach for him with my tongue, lightly touching it to his top lip. He takes the hint well and opens his mouth on mine, pushing his tongue inside, devouring me. It's unreal...his mouth so strong and demanding and mine demanding back. I reach around his head and pull him tight to me, scraping our teeth as we violently kiss.
I feel his erection align itself aside mine as his hand touches tentatively to my stomach under my t-shirt. He tickles up the line of hair as he caresses up to my chest. I moan desperately into his mouth and tighten my grip in his hair when I feel him pinch my nipple. He pinches and twists causing little fires on my skin, every sensation registering in my groin. I let go of his head to take the hem of my shirt. I break our kiss only to rip it up off of my head and suddenly his mouth is on me, on my chest, his hungry lips pulling at my nipple, making me grab for his head again.
I hear a deep, low groan from the bed and Krycek and I both look up to see Scully. Her brows are knit together and she's licking and biting her own arm, pulling on her ropes. I look back at Krycek, into deep forest eyes.
Without a word, he pulls himself off of me and, standing, extends his hand to help me up. I hesitate, remembering the times he's stood like that over me with a gun in his hand. God, even earlier tonight. But I want to trust him. Have always wanted to. Only our predicaments and my fists have kept me from it. And of course it's Scully who's the catalyst. She wants him and wants me to want him. I'd readily die for her. And this is so much easier and less drastic than that.
I extend my arm and take his hand.
His grip is strong and his biceps and pectorals flex as he pulls me up. We stand, me just a scant half inch taller, almost nose to nose, and I remember the confrontation after that bust, before we went to Tunguska. <I love this country,> he'd said heatedly into my face and I'd shoved him down because it had given me an erection. Now I stare into his pretty green eyes...so very pretty he is...and something passes between us and I let him see my acceptance of it.
"Go untie her wrists," he instructs calmly, but I know it's not a request. I let go of his hand and go to the head of the bed. To Scully.
I climb up on the bed and lean over her to loosen the ropes around her wrists. She raises her head and leans it to the right, letting her hair brush against my cock, pushing against me like a cat wanting affection, glancing up at me from time to time to see if it's turning me on.
"Stop that," I whisper, smiling down at her, still fighting with the knots Krycek made. "You're not making this any easier."
"I know," she states, her already sexy voice an octave too low.
"Is this really okay?"
"Don't ask me that," she says, licking her lips. "Just do it."
I finish with her ropes at the same time Krycek gets her ankles loose. We both take a moment to rub her sore arms and legs. I look over Scully's pale, slack body at...Alex. He grins wickedly at me as he massages Scully's calves. "Ready?" he asks, jerking his head slightly to the left, and I know what he means.
"Yeah." I nod.
I take Scully's shoulders at the same time he takes her thighs and we both flip her over onto her back at the same time. She grunts in surprise and I swiftly maneuver under her upper body, sitting with my back against the headboard. I pin her arms out to the side by the elbows, pressing down forcefully enough to keep her there but not enough to bruise the tender flesh of her arms. My erection pushes at the base of her skull, into her soft hair.
Krycek pushes her knees up and apart, adequately opening her and holding her so that she can't get away. Scully's face goes from surprise to apprehension. The lust is still there, I'm sure, but it's got company.
"Hold her," Krycek snarls.
My grip falters slightly seeing the intensity of Krycek's determination. But when Scully whimpers and arches her back, twisting and pulling against my grasp, I close my fingers more tightly around her small arms in response. She thrashes her head against my shaft and I'm fucking throbbing. Seeing her struggling but hearing her in my head, <Just do it.>, I take a deep breath and watch Krycek situate himself between her thighs. He puts his arms under her knees and braces his hands on the bed near her shoulders and my thighs, in effect pushing her legs up toward her chest, her feet dangling helplessly. He grunts as his dick comes into contact with her. I'm breathing heavily watching him. He's glassy-eyed, purposeful, on a course, wanting this as badly as I'm now sure she does. I look down into Scully's face as he slicks himself up against her again; it's wrenched into a mask of longing and desire.
"Oh God," she mewls softly, high-pitched.
"Look at me," I command.
She does. And then her blue eyes widen into saucers as Krycek slams into her in one hard stroke.
Scully cries out and Alex's whole body shudders with his groan. "Oh, Scully..."
My cock twitches against the back of Scully's head as I stare into her eyes and watch her breathe open-mouthed and noisy breaths, stretched by Krycek's none-too-gentle entry. I glance down at him and his head is heavy on his neck, arm muscles tight with holding himself still within her. He growls his intense pleasure as he brings his head up and his sex-darkened eyes to mine. "So...gooood....shit...." And then he starts to thrust and they rock over me.
He's not tender with her. Nothing like I was my first time with Scully. This isn't about 5 years of profound love being realized. He's fucking her, taking out his aggressions against the both of us in her body. With every whip-lash of his hips, Scully's head pushes into my cock and I'm starting to get scared I'll come in her hair. I'm watching Krycek brutally taking what, right or wrong, I've thought of as mine all these years. Mine to love, mine to protect, mine to ravage. And I'm hard as nails for it. Seeing his thick cock pushing into what I know is a very tight opening, <Mine!!!>, has me so hot I'm almost crying with it. I'd hate myself, hate him, except that I can hear how Scully's body accepts the intrusion with that beautiful, wet suction sound, that well-lubricated slap of his flesh into hers. That and the noises coming from her sexy, blush-red mouth as she still gazes wide-eyed and trusting up at me.
"Unng. Unng. Unng. Unngyes...."
I see her eyes squeeze shut once as she turns her head to the side, cutting off from me. She didn't mean to say yes. Didn't want to.
"Look at me," I say again. She does and I slide my hands down her arms to her wrists, holding her watery gaze. I bring her arms up over her head, taking hold of both her wrists with one hand and holding them tight to my chest. With my other hand, I reach down and flick her nipple with my thumb. I see, feel, hear her gasp, see her slender torso arch up to me. She looks up into my eyes again and I tell her without speaking, <Yes.> She groans with pleasure, abandoning her guilt as I softly circle her deep pink bud.
Krycek speeds up his pace and I look down at him, sweating and grimacing over her, lost in her dark heat like I know I get lost in Scully. But I think he feels me watching him, because he looks up at me and holds my eyes.
"Pinch it," he commands, and I can't not do it, taking Scully's nipple between finger and thumb and squeezing. She wails and bucks against Krycek's thrusting and he smiles at me, crookedly, slightly crazed. Scully's fingers flex and unflex above my fist around her wrists.
Krycek looks down into Scully's flushed face and draws her attention to him. "I'm gonna come inside you, Scully. Gonna...come...so hard...in you."
Scully lets out a perfect, whimpering cry and starts to shake and shiver against me, and I watch her raptly as she comes. I've never in my life seen anything as stunning and it's no less so watching her climax because of Alex Krycek.
Before she's even through, Krycek is there with her and it's sensory overload. He lets out a long, strained, sensual bellow, throwing his head back and taking short, shaky plunges into her. His face twists in his release and it's breath-taking. My cock jumps beneath Scully and I will myself not to lose it in her beautiful, red tresses. But he looks amazing, transported by his pleasure in my partner's body. When he's done, he pulls out of her, panting as his heart slows, lowering her legs gently to the mattress.
"You can let go now, Mulder," he informs me and I realize I still have a tight hold around Scully's wrists.
"Sorry," I mumble to Scully and let her go.
"'sokay," she murmurs, rolling over on me, pressing her lips to my stomach, just above my straining hard-on; it's cushioned by Scully's warm breast. I close my eyes as she kisses her ascent up my stomach and chest, capturing first one nipple in her hungry mouth and then the other, sucking strong and I have to peek down at her because I've always loved the sight of Scully's cheeks hollowing when she sucks. She places sure, moist kisses to the base of my throat, her tongue dipping in for a lap at the sweat there, and then her mouth is on mine and we are groaning to each other, my tongue vibrating against hers, our lips opening and closing on each other, her hands on my shoulders, mine at her waist digging in and claiming.
Scully whines her complaint deep into my mouth, and I grip her with desperate hands, holding her to me, feeling their combined cum leak out onto my shaft where it's waiting just under her, wanting inside, sensing her by her heat, knowing home is so close. I could just thrust upward into her and be there, sheathed in her, adding my cum to his....
The safety clicks off on the gun and Scully's lips gasp away from mine.
"I said. Enough."
He's standing away from the side of the bed, jeans partially buttoned up, but I can still see how the hair darkens and thickens above his concealed penis. I lick my lips.
"Mulder. Off the bed."
Scully leans back, letting me slither out from under her. I'm standing before Krycek, with his gun back on me. "Is that really necessary?"
"I don't know, is it?" he counters. Then, still looking at me, "Lie down and relax, Scully. It's okay."
I hear her rustling on top of the haphazard bed clothes behind me, sighing as she settles down. "Go fuck yourself, Krycek." She sounds relaxed and sated. She could even be smiling.
Krycek flips the safety back on with a quirk to his lips and places the gun on the floor between us. What, does he expect me to take it? I keep my expression open and soft and reach out with my foot and kick the gun to the other side of the room.
He processes my decision quickly. "Undress," he demands of me. No gun is needed. Nothing between us now but fading history, the spark of arousal, and the softly burning smell of sex.
I push my jeans and boxers down my legs, taking them all the way off and tossing them to the side. I stand before him stripped and waiting. The hairs on my arms prickle with electricity. I can hear the gurgle of the fish tank from the living room, the faint canned laughter and applause from my neighbor's television. Breathe in. Breathe out.
He starts to walk toward me. Four steps will bring him solid up against me. He takes three. He's close enough that when he inhales, his chest hair tickles mine. He leans his head in, breathing in the skin on my neck, hands graceful at his sides. My dick is trapped between my stomach and his.
He whispers to me, "I want to see you do her again." He places his lips against the taut tendon on my neck, not even a kiss. "Not like before. Make love to her. Let me see how you do it."
I let my eyes close, drugged by his hoarse whisper and his proximity. I sway toward him and my cock kisses his belly. I feel so hot. I've never been this warm. It's surreal. I have a fleeting thought that perhaps I should have Scully take my temperature and I almost laugh.
"Mulder." She calmly calls me to her, anchors me. I step back from Krycek and take one last look at him, trying to tell what's going on in his head. Impossible.
I turn and see Scully laid out on her back before me, skin rosy from being fucked. All the urgency I felt before watching Krycek touch her has mutated, concentrated, into a more manageable thrum of need. But need it is and when she shifts her legs apart, I cannot resist the suggestion any more than I can remove my own heart. I'm hers.
I move to the foot of the bed. "C'mere," I say. My heart is beating strong and quick in my chest. Scully and I have always had a necessarily private relationship. It's both strange and powerful, knowing he's there, a witness to us, just as he was in Russia.
Scully sits up and scoots down. I want to go down on her, to lick her and taste him, but Scully sits in front of me instead and places her hands against my flanks, bending her head to my penis, drawing me deep into her mouth. It's not what I wanted, but my right hand is a traitor to the plan and cups the back of her head gently. My eyes follow suit and roll shut. My pelvis leans into her and she lets me know she likes it by tightening her hold on my legs. I blink my eyes back open to look at Krycek as Scully slowly loves my cock with her mouth. I try to tell her how good it is. I try to tell him that he can't imagine how good this is, how I've wondered what it would be like to be in a man's mouth, too, but all I can do is moan. I look back down at Scully, afraid of the intensity in Krycek's stare. I pull out of her mouth and she looks up at me, trusting. I thumb her full lips and she smiles against my caress.
"Lie back," I order softly and she does.
I kneel on the bed between her legs, grasp her hips and lift them. Her feet go flat on the bed, knees bent, stomach sliding flat, breasts lifting. I ready myself at her center and finally say what I've been dying to say all damned night.
And then I push inside.
Jesus, she's still tight even after Krycek had her. But she's dripping wet and so smooth as I slide in all the way. I throw my head back and breathe through my open mouth. Filling Scully physically like she fills me in every other way is a religious experience. I never tire of it. She renews me each and every time. I've never felt more myself than when I'm inside my partner.
Her whisper is full of need. "Move."
I do, pumping languorously, letting her get used to the feel of me. I hadn't noticed before but I feel now that Krycek has moved behind me. I hear him removing his pants and I stiffen with apprehension, but I don't stop. I trusted him to watch us before. That was all my doing, right or wrong. I trusted him with Scully's body tonight. I take a deep breath and will my shoulders to drop, my hands to relax slightly on Scully's ass.
Scully is mewling sweetly beneath me, head tossing back and forth, when I feel his fingertips come to rest on my shoulder blades. I still myself within her and she stills with me, waiting.
"I just..." he starts, then falters. "I just want...."
I don't even realize I've held my breath until his lips touch light as can be to the base of my neck and I let the air out in a whoosh. My cock jumps inside Scully and she tightens her walls around me in reassurance. I look down into her soft eyes and see that it's okay. She gives her permission. It's okay. I desperately want Alex Krycek to touch me and it's okay.
I close my eyes as his hands drift over my back, up and down my spine, over my ribs and sides, slowly, trying not to frighten me maybe. I've fallen asleep many times thinking about how he would touch me, how we would probably fuck like we fight, hard and quick and unfulfilling. This is very much not that. His lips skid sweetly over my neck and shoulder and his quivering hands come around to stroke tentatively over my chest. He's scared, I realize. Scared I'll reject him, even as my nipples harden under his rubbing fingers. He's scared, even after all I've allowed tonight, that I'll hate him for this and turn on him once again. And why wouldn't he be? I'm scared of myself, too, but for entirely different reasons.
"Keep going," he says against my skin. "I just...please..." And then he groans against my neck and presses his erection into my lower back. I groan, too, and thrust deeper into Scully in reaction, making her cry out. When I pull back out, I meet Alex's cock and the small thrust of his hips as he grinds above my ass. His hands run up and down my chest and stomach with new confidence as he continues to explore my back with lips that are just too damned soft to be his.
"I just need..." he says, breaking off once again, unable to own it, to put a voice to it. But his hands tell me as one reaches up to thread through my hair and the other cups my testicles, his knuckles nudging Scully's ass every time I enter her.
"God," I whisper loudly and he squeezes me tenderly. "God!" I had no idea. No fucking idea. I'm losing my ability to think very quickly.
He presses into my backside and I am drunk on feeling his chest heave against my back with his excited breaths. He takes his hands from my head and balls and grasps my hips, stopping me as I'm about to slide out of Scully. "Stay," he murmurs. I feel his fingers on Scully, around the base of my dick, and then he brushes his wet fingers between the cheeks of my ass. I tense every muscle in my body. I don't know why. I knew this was what he wanted. I think. I know it's what I want. But the fear rips though me like a blade and I'm frozen.
"Mulder," he whispers near my ear. "Mulder....please, I won't hurt you." Scully is still and silent beneath me, her wet warmth hugging me, helping me to relax. I can't say yes to him. I think I would choke on the word. But I want this, want him, so I let go of my tension and he seems to understand because he releases a shuddering breath against my neck and circles his finger around my opening. He works the tip in gently and then eases up to the second knuckle. I let my penis come halfway out of Scully to open myself for him even though it aches a little. Scully is patient, holding herself ready for me, letting me just feel what Krycek is doing to me. He slides out of me slow and easy and the next push back in is better. He penetrates me over and over, working his finger into my ass carefully each time. On his next push, there are two, long fingers and he keeps it steady and tender. I am panting with it, trying to relax, to trust him. Sweat has broken out all over my body and I'm feeling the need to move against his hand now that my body is growing accustomed to his invasion.
As though reading my mind, he thrusts his fingers inside me with enough force to drive me back into Scully. She moans out a half laugh in appreciation and I look down at her. Her right arm is pillowing her head and she reaches up with her left hand to trace loving non-patterns on my lower abdomen.
With two fingers inside my ass, Krycek reaches around with his free hand and gathers more of Scully's juices. She hums in pleasure at his touch and scratches her nails across me lightly. I sense Krycek smearing her moisture over his cock at the same time he starts finger fucking me. I close my eyes. It feels so good, how he's coaxing my ass open repeatedly, how I'm being pushed into Scully. And I think I could come from it easily, but his hand is gone now and is being replaced by the feel of his cockhead against me. I gulp back my anxiety. This is Alex Krycek's cock. And he's about to push it up into my ass. Fuck.
Before I have time to really freak out, he's going inside. Jesus, he's stretching me wide! It hurts a little, a searing ache, but he's going so slow and the farther he goes, the better it feels. I'm having trouble breathing. I wonder if this is anything close to what Scully feels when I make love to her. I hope to Christ it is! My body is hungry to take him in. I'm so ready for this. I want his invasion so badly. I feel a tear slip out of my eye at the sensation. So damned good....
A fraction of an inch at a time, he pushes in until I feel like my whole world is Alex Krycek's cock. He's panting shallowly behind me, puffing my hair, tickling almost. I shiver with my desire for him.
"Okay?" he asks. <I'm going to fucking blast Scully's head off!>
I want to yell, but instead I just groan and nod like a fucking idiot. He's in me. He's in me. Alex Krycek is in me and it hurts wonderful. His cock is burning inside me, burning my shaft into Scully.
He pulls out of me and slides back in and I yell. Sweet fucking fire! "Godyes," I gasp, unable to keep it in, no longer wanting to. Krycek grunts behind me and thrusts into me harder, driving me into Scully at the same time and she whimpers. I'm digging my fingers into her flesh and it probably hurts but I can't help it. I feel her ass tremble beneath my fingers and it just makes me want to grip her tighter. Krycek starts pushing into me, finding a rhythm and I feel like I'm going to fly apart. There's no real pain, only this tingling, incredible heat up my ass, against my neck because he's kissing me there, all tongue and teeth and vibrating moans. I catch my name here and there -- "Mulder....God, Mulder...." -- and I lean my head against his shoulder in decadent surrender. His breath hitches and I realize
I said his name, too. I say it again.
He starts driving into me hard and fast, his name on my lips making him wild. He is grinding into my prostate now and I'm being fucked into Scully's body. I let my head loll on his sweaty shoulder, saying his name now repeatedly because I love how it's making him fuck me, "Alex....Alex....fuck me, Alex....I want it. Always wanted this..... Alex." It feels so fucking good to say it. And his cock burying in me...fuck, it's so good.
Without warning, Scully comes and I'm out of my fucking mind with how tight she's gripping me in her spasms. Wordless whimpering cries come from her arched throat and she makes fists in the bedclothes. I groan her name as Alex slides against my back, grunting, wrapping his arms around me, mouth open on my neck, and I keep pumping into Scully, feeling my orgasm tightening my balls. Before I let it hit me, I reach up and back with one hand, turning my head, pulling his mouth to mine, and as our tongues touch, I spill into Scully and he cries into my mouth, coming into me as well. With one arm wrapped beneath Scully's hips and my hand in Krycek's hair, I ride out my climax and fill his mouth with my tongue. I can't get enough. He tastes too good and his dick is so warm and Scully's milking the rest of my cum out of me as I rock steadily in and out of her. I don't want it to end, but it has to and we come up gasping for breath. I release my hold on Scully and she goes boneless, hips lowering, hissing as I fall out of her.
My lips rest against Alex's and we breathe with each other. I keep my eyes closed, keep my grip in his hair. I don't want to end this! I don't want to go back to how we were. *This*! *This* is what I want now. But fuck if I can say it.
He doesn't give me a chance, whispering against my lips, "Again."
And I comply with a groan, mashing my lips against his and opening them, hungry to claim him, to show him if not tell him that things have changed. He unwraps his arms from around me, pulling out with a groan, and turns me toward him. I come off the bed to stand before him, our lips never parting, and our arms are back around each other and he speaks to me between sweet, tonguing kisses. "Need this.... [kiss] No more [kiss] hitting.... [kiss] Just [kiss] this...."
And I answer him, "Just...mmmm....this. I promise...." His tongue and mine. His whimper and my moan. "Promise...." My hands rise weightlessly -- (I am now only weightless) -- and I cup his face. My lover. Mine. His hands stroke over my back and ass and up my back again to my neck and then down once more. I don't even hear Scully move, but as Alex cups my butt, running his thumbs over my flesh, I feel her soft breasts press into my back, her moist pubic hair tickling against where Alex's fingers hold me. She rests her forehead against the side of my head, chin on my shoulder, still kneeling on the bed, and Alex and I let each other's lips go slowly.
She whispers in my ear, hands on my biceps, "He owes me a trip to Victoria's Secret."
The foreign, delicious sound of Alex Krycek laughing brings tears to my eyes. But I laugh, too, and kiss at his laughing mouth once. Then I look into his eyes which sober as I gaze into them. He looks from me to Scully and back again. "I, uh, I can't...stay. Not yet."
I nod, realizing the truth of it, but I can't let him go without a demand. "Soon."
He nods, his jaw clenching. "Soon," he agrees. He worms his hand away from my ass to stroke Scully's face. I'm blown away by this tenderness, this small, human thing. Then he pulls away, leaving Scully hugging me from behind. He gathers his clothes and hastily puts them on and we watch him prepare to go. He goes to retrieve his gun and shoves it into the back of his jeans with an apologetic smile at us. He walks to the bedroom door, but stops with his hand on the door jam. He doesn't look back when he says, "Thank you." There are tears in his voice. Tears I want to kiss away, but he's gone, boots heavy on the hardwood before he exits and all is quiet.