Taking Him Up On It

Wearing the badge means I should be bigger than this. Then again, I've always had a problem not breaking the rules. It's always been a fuzzy area for me. Scully's tried to give me an education, usually via crash course, in the laws of nature and how they are not unlike the laws of the Hoover building, even though the Hoover culture is really anything but natural if you ask me. She's tried to keep me out of trouble. She's lied for me, even. But it's probably best if she doesn't know about this one. And by this one, I mean Krycek tied to my bed with a phone cord. He's a monster flight risk. I really had no choice.

Not that Scully would have an issue with me bringing him in. If she knew I'd brought him here rather than leaving him hanging off of Skinner's balcony, I know she'd expect the best of me. Well, if not the best, at least my best, which she has to know includes roughing him up. She couldn't really condone this, though. Even though I have a great excuse: he asked for it. And I do mean that literally.

Well, his exact words, which Scully heard with her own ears mind you, were, "I can get them for you, too." And being a halfway decent profiler, I was able to successfully interpret that as, "I'll be your whore, Mulder, and I'll pretend to hand over secret Syndicate information only to betray you in the end and save my own skin." So I'm taking him up on it...the first part, at least. And now we're having a conversation about the rest.

My gun is trained on him, and he's sweating. I should probably also mention that I'm straddling his head, and my dick is out, hard, and pointing down at his panting mouth, just like my gun. He licks his lips, and I give him the same half-mirthless half-smile he got in Flushing. "You don't get it until we get a few things straight," I tell him. He lifts his chin, and I'm not sure if it's that fake defiance he likes to front or if he's still simply trying to angle to get a lick off my cock.

I cock the gun to make sure he's paying good attention.

"You and I are going on a little trip together, Krycek," I tell him. "As I'm sure you already know, that rock came from Russia, and we're going to follow its tracks." I stroke my cock a little, although it's hard enough as it is. I continue, "If you fuck me over, Krycek...so help me, God, I will kill you." His eyes flit up to meet mine. I hold them there, filling him with the truth before I fill him with my cock. "If you run, I won't hunt you down," I say. "But you won't ever get this," I waggle my cock in his face, "Not ever again." He drops his hot gaze back to the sweating crown of my dick. He swallows. "You hear me?" I prod.

He nods vigorously. Yeah, I'll bet. I've got his fucking number now. He was fully hard even before I got him completely stripped and tied down. Speaking of turned on, I'm gonna have to wrap this up before I prematurely come all over his pretty face.

"So, we clear?" I ask him. "You want this?"

I'm not quite prepared for the intensity of the stare that gets me. On one blink, his eyes go hot, hard...predatory, a look I'm not used to getting from him. It makes me a little breathless.

"All right then," I sigh. "You know the rules, Krycek. You want what I have for you, you'll get me what I want. You work for me now. That understood?"

He gulps and opens his mouth to speak for the first time since we got settled here. "Any way you want me, Mulder," he rasps.

I smile just a little. It's not bullshit. If he doesn't get that now, he will. I'll have him every way there is and then do it all again. And that's just the sex. "Then let's get down to business," I say. And I open up those panting lips with my cock and drive it straight down his throat on a groan.