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Perchance

by Orangy


Title: Perchance
Author: Orangy C_Orangy@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: M/Sc/K
Disclaimer: No money being made, here. Just like-minded friends, folks.
Summary: Mulder in the middle. <snicker>
Archive: Sure...share the love. Just tell me where so I can visit.
Spoilers: Not EVEN.
Feedback: Without it, the sequel I'm considering just won't get written. Yeah, I can be a real bitch. :-) C_Orangy@hotmail.com


She lies beneath him, a picture of beauty. Her red hair, longer than he had remembered, is spread out like a fan on the white pillow, looking for all the world like it had been laid out and brushed into this exact position. Her white skin with just a hint of soft red at her cheeks is exquisite. She is passive, silent, she doesn't speak. Her arms lie at her side. She looks up at him with a faint smile on her lips, and laughter in her eyes, like he has said something slightly amusing out of the blue, and she isn't sure if she should smile or roll her eyes at him. For this, he loves her, for this and many other reasons he is tied to her at this moment.

He is on all fours above her, weight firmly supported on his two hands, spread as they are on the sheet just to the right and left of her small perfect breasts. He leans into her body, close but not touching, and inhales her essence. She smells faintly of the expensive perfume that he had bought her in New York the last time he was there. Her breathing almost brings her ribcage up to his lips, almost. He turns his head to the left and gently lays his head on her chest, rubbing his cheek on the smooth skin between her breasts. He can hear her heart beat, slow and regular, and extremely soothing. He lowers his body till his weight is resting on his forearms, flat on the bed. He is still on his knees. To an observer it looks as though he is supplicating to his deity, and he is. She is so small below him, he feels that he could break her with one misplaced kiss. This frightens and excites him all at once and his heartbeat increases its pace. He hears a small contented sigh rise from his chest and she raises her hands to comb through his hair. He melts into the touch, enjoying the closeness, the familiarity of her. This familiarity is what gives him his breath.

A new presence makes itself known to Mulder by placing a wet kiss in the small of his back. He can feel heat behind him, so close but not touching. A hand slides up his right thigh, fingers whispering over tingling skin. The touch is a butterfly fluttering over his ass, moving to the spot on his back still wet from the open mouthed kiss, and then cool breath blows across his back. He shivers and Scully moves one hand to the back of his neck to hold him in place while continuing to stroke his hair. Another hand skims up his left flank, making connections to his skin intermittently, maddeningly. He groans in anticipation.

Scully's arms moving on him have brought the side of her breast to his lips. He places a small kiss on the side of her soft flesh and moves a little bit forward to lick across her nipple. A small gasp and her hand on the back of his neck is guiding him closer to her red and stiffened peak. He starts to lick the side of her breast and in wide tongue strokes he manages to paint her entire small mound with his mouth, then he blows cool air across her nipple, and a faint trill of laughter is heard from above. The hand at his head has trapped his hair in its fist and is pulling him up to her lips for a kiss. He veers at the last moment and instead of kissing her, licks the side of her face and dives for her ear. He licks small strokes with his tongue while placing his lips on the entire outer part of her ear. Scully groans and a small chuckle is heard from behind Mulder.

Firmer touches on his knees and he is guided to spread his legs a little wider and then a soft bite on his ass, right on the part where his ass meets his leg. A moan into her ear and a groan from Scully, and no one can see the soft smile on Krycek's face as he licks a path from Mulder's upper thigh to his scrotum. Mulder has dragged his lips from Scully's ear and is kissing softly down the hollow of her throat. He gets to her collarbone and swirls around it with his tongue and scratches it with his teeth. She moves her body up to rub against Mulder's and again tries to pull him up into a kiss. This time he beats her to it and is tracing his tongue around her lips as her hand settles back into his hair to push him against her open mouth

He very gently lets his lips rest on hers. He can feel her heart pounding away against his chest as he feels her tongue touch his lips. At that moment Krycek has chosen to take Mulder's balls into his hot mouth and test the weight of each one with his tongue. Mulder can barely hold back from crushing his lips to Scully's as the sensation overwhelms him. He breaks the kiss and breathes harshly into Scully's neck as he fights for control. His cock, which he had been rubbing against Scully's small thigh, is pulled down gently till Krycek could take it into his mouth and seal his lips over the crown. He sucks on it fiercely for a few seconds and then let's it pop free of his wet mouth; it lands very near Scully's glistening red lips. So near that it seemed to guide itself to Scully's tight little opening. Krycek has a perfect view of Mulder's cock sliding into Scully's wet cunt. Slow and teasing, just like when Mulder fucks him. Giving her a moment to get used to his girth and then pulling out all the way and pushing back in at the same maddeningly slow pace. Krycek raises his head to lick Mulder's balls one more time before moving back along his perineum and sliding his tongue along the seam of Mulder's ass. A sharp gasp and a erratic thrust from Mulder and Krycek is using his fingers to pull apart Mulder's ass and burying his nose and mouth in his crack. The soft crinkled flesh seems to be pulsing with every thrust, as Krycek pushes his mouth against Mulder's hot flesh and pushes the tip of his tongue past Mulder's defenses. A jagged cry from above and Mulder's pace increases.

Mulder can hear Scully panting somewhere near his forehead but he is concentrating on the intense feeling of Krycek at his center, alternating his mouth and his finger, sliding in and out of Mulder's tight heat. The next instant Mulder can feel Krycek's massive cock pushing against his well-slicked opening. He dives all the way into Scully and holds on for dear life as Krycek's cock starts its assault on his ass. Moving a little faster than is entirely comfortable for Mulder, Krycek manages to bury his entire length into Mulder's ass. Mulder holds still, throbbing and pulsing inside Scully, and Krycek holds still, throbbing and pulsing inside Mulder.

Scully, filled to the max and bursting at the seams, holds her breath till Mulder starts moving again and feels the singing in her legs and back that soon will wash away all the world and leave only truth and white light in its wake. Mulder leans into her mouth and brushes a wet kiss across her lips and rests his head on her shoulder.

Krycek has set the pace, faster than Mulder's but slow enough to feel every little detail that is inside Mulder. He pushes Mulder forward, driving so hard that his balls bounce off of Mulder's, and Mulder drives hard into Scully, pushing his balls against her ass. Grunting now with every thrust, Mulder slips his arm under Scully's shoulder and pulls her down on him with every thrust he makes, pushing against her body when Krycek pushes him forward. This is too much for Scully as she throws her head back and succumbs to the white light, her whole body singing with energy. Mulder feels her tightening around his cock and hears her cry his name as she falls over the edge of the world, pulling his head to her neck. He sucks on her throat for all he is worth as he feels Krycek ram into him and he lets go, coming with a grunt. Krycek feels his cock being milked by Mulder's contractions and bears down harder, coming a split second later.

Mulder broke the surface of his dream, swimming up through the depths as consciousness came tumbling back to him. He suddenly sat upright and reached for his phone that was ringing on the coffee table. "Mulder" he mumbled into the cell as he tried to grasp the world around him. There was a pause and a voice like velvet coated vodka whispered "do you miss me yet?" A groan and he falls back to the couch with a whump, as the leather tries to swallow him. A weak "yes" and then stronger, "god I miss you, can't sleep in the damn bed without you." He struggled to remember why his heart was beating so fast, and it comes to him.. What an incredible dream! He smiles into the cell phone and begins to tell Krycek about his dream.

The End