Looking into the kitchen, he could see the dishwasher open and ready to be
unloaded...with new, dirty dishes already piling up next to the sink.
In the living room, he could see two baskets full of newly washed laundry,
waiting to be either folded or ironed.
The Sunday paper was strewn all across the floor, crumbled and torn. And he
hadn't even had time to read it yet!
And right in the middle of the couch, calm as you please, watching a video and
nibbling on a cupcake, was his lover.
The very same lover who had promised him to take care of the chores while Mulder
was out all day.
"Alex!"
"Hmm?" Krycek didn't even turn away from the TV set. His eyes were glued to the
screen. "So you're back, huh? Had fun?"
"Fun? I spent all day helping Scully and William move in with John, for fuck's
sake. What were you doing? Cleaning out our entire stash of sweets?"
The younger man tore his eyes away from the TV for a split second. "I took care
of the chores," he replied indignantly. "Well, some of them," he added a second
later. "I was going to do the rest later on."
"When later? Tomorrow? Next week?" Mulder ran a frustrated hand through his
hair. He looked at the TV and frowned. "Not that show again," he growled.
"Fuck, Alex, you're an addict!"
"I'm not! I just thought I'd get into the right mood for the new episode by
watching the tape of last week's ep..." His voice trailed off when he realized
how silly that sounded. "Anyway, what's it to you?" he argued defiantly.
"What's it to me?" Mulder exploded. "Well, let's see. I come home after a really
tiring day, I'm exhausted, I'm dirty and sweaty. I'm looking forward to an hour
or so of quality time with my lover. And what do I get? This!" He waved his arms
around expansively. "Chaos! I'm certainly not anal when it comes to this but I
do appreciate it when my home's nice and cozy. Tidy. And you promised , Alex!"
Krycek merely shrugged, eyes still glued to the TV set, the cupcake in his hand
all but forgotten by the action on the screen.
"I'll go upstairs and take a shower now," Mulder announced. "In that time you
will clean up this mess, Alex. Believe me, you won't like the consequences if
you don't."
And with that, Mulder trudged up the stairs to spend a long time under hot water
pounding and massaging his flesh, desperately hoping that at least the master
bedroom and ensuite bathroom looked tidy.
Krycek's eyes followed his lover up the stairs. He bit his lip nervously. In all
honesty, he hadn't expected Mulder to be so tired. He hoped the other man
wouldn't seriously be pissed off by the little mess...
About half an hour later, Mulder came stumbling back downstairs and into the
living room. He had taken a quick look into the kitchen and was happy to find
the dishwasher busy cleaning a new load of dishes. The Sunday paper was folded
and waiting for him on the coffee table. The laundry, however, was still an
untidy pile of clothing on the floor.
And, taking a closer look, Mulder realized said floor hadn't been vacuumed. Nor
had anyone dusted the furniture.
He felt his hackles rising again when he glared at his lover who was happily
curled up on the couch, watching TV.
"I stopped when I realized I only had ten more minutes till the show starts,"
Krycek informed the other man, pointing at the clock on the mantelpiece. "I'll
take care of the rest tomorrow, I promise." He smiled seraphically and turned
back to the screen, remote in hand, fast-forwarding through the dialogue and
hunting down juicy sex scenes. Probably to get him 'in the mood', Mulder
thought, glowering.
"Okay, that's it, Alex," he snapped, grabbing the remote and turning off both
VCR and TV. "I've only asked you to take care of a few chores. You promised to
get them done. You didn't. Even after I specifically asked you to when I got
home a little while ago. I really don't think you deserve to sit in front of the
TV and watch your stupid show!"
"What?" Krycek yelled, jumping to his feet. "What bug crawled up your ass
anyway?"
Mulder glared at the younger man. "Stop acting like a brat or I'll treat you
like one," he threatened and, when he saw Krycek's eyes widen in surprise and
shock, he added, "Actually, maybe that's what I should do."
Krycek's eyes now narrowed suspiciously. "What do you mean, Fox?"
Mulder rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I mean, you need to learn a lesson. Okay,
here's the deal: you either go to bed without watching TV—and no taping the
episode either or it wouldn't be punishment—or I'll spank you."
"What?!"
"It's your decision. What do you prefer? Missing your favorite show or avoiding
a nice trip across my lap?"
Krycek just stared at his lover in disbelief, mouth gaping. "You can't be
serious," he finally managed to croak. "You've never spanked me before," he
added, as if that made all the difference.
"You're right, I haven't. But you've never tried my patience like that. You
didn't act responsibly today, you were a regular brat right now...I think that
calls for a spanking. Or, if you prefer to avoid it, for some other kind of
punishment. So, take your pick. Show or spanking."
Krycek glared at the other man. "What a stupid idea," he muttered, trying to
stall for time.
"Actually, I think it's a pretty clever idea. I just remembered it. My mom used
it on me once." Mulder smiled when he saw his lover's interest peaking. He
nodded. "I once stayed out past my curfew. I was supposed to be home for dinner
but I preferred to play baseball with my friends, so when I got home she made me
choose between missing The Magician or getting a spanking."
"What did you do?" Krycek asked, totally forgetting about his own predicament.
Mulder merely smiled. "I made my decision," he replied mysteriously. "Just like
you will now. Time's up, Alex. TV or spanking?"
Krycek chewed on his lip again. His eyes darted to the TV screen, then to the
clock. Eight more minutes. Missing his favorite show? For not folding some
stupid laundry? Not damned likely!
"What would you do?" he asked, playing for time.
Mulder shook his head in exasperation. "I'll give you a five minute spanking,
brat, whether the show has started already or not, so don't try to play for
time." Krycek's face fell almost comically. "I'll bare your butt, put you across
my thighs and give you a thorough spanking with my hand until your pert little
ass glows a healthy red."
"Only with your hand?"
"Only with my hand."
"And then punishment's over? I can watch TV and take care of the chores tomorrow
and won't hear you whining about it for the next few weeks?"
"Yes, Alex. When punishment's over, all is forgiven. That's how it works.
Tick-tock, Alex. It's almost ten now."
Krycek stole another furtive glance in the direction of the TV before he sighed.
"Oh, alright," he muttered. "Let's get it over with."
"Good boy," Mulder praised.
"We'll see about that," Krycek muttered, pushing down his sweats to mid-thigh.
He waited until Mulder was sitting comfortably in the middle of the couch before
he lowered himself over his lover's thighs. "Now what?"
"Now you'll be a good boy and take what you've got coming," Mulder announced
happily. He caressed the naked butt laid out for him. "Nice, very nice," he
crooned while running a finger up and down the middle of each cheek.
Krycek wiggled impatiently—and quite endearingly, Mulder thought—and
growled, "Just get a move on already, Fox. Five minutes and not a second longer,
you hear? I don't want to miss a moment of my show!"
"Okay, okay, calm down. Five minutes...we have exactly five minutes left till
ten o'clock," Mulder said, checking the time. "Ain't that perfect? I'll stop
when the show starts." He turned on the TV, hit the mute button so he wouldn't
be unnecessarily distracted, and then raised his right hand.
The first spank was hard and loud. Krycek jumped a few inches and cursed like a
sailor. "Fuck, Fox, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Mulder traced the outline of the red handprint on his lover's bottom with the
tip of his index finger. "That's a really good look on you, Alex," he said
dreamily. "We might have to do that more often." He chuckled when he heard
another expletive muttered into the couch before he proceeded to deliver more
spanks, this time soft and careful, slowly building up the tension, warming up
the bottom over his lap until it was a nice hue of pink.
"Beautiful, just beautiful," Mulder commented softly, trailing his finger tips
over the chastised bottom. He had always loved Krycek's ass; it was fuller,
rounder than his own. A perfect bubble butt, though he would never say that out
loud to his lover. The younger man might kill him on principle.
The spanking seemed to have caused the bottom so swell slightly, fill out even
more. Mulder was in heaven. The flesh had warmed up nicely, quivering a little
while waiting for the next spank.
"Ready for round two, Alex?"
Mulder smirked when he heard Krycek moan, then he gave the first real spank. It
was harder than the others but still not even close to what he could seriously
deliver if necessary. His hand pressed down, causing the fleshy part of Krycek's
butt to spring back to its normal fullness, leaving a white print that turned
into a dark red, darker even than the rest of the bottom.
The sting was more pronounced now and Krycek began to whimper. Still, it wasn't
caused by pain really, as Mulder found out a few seconds later when he felt
something grow hard against his thigh. He grinned and proceeded to rain down
swats on his lover's posterior until the younger man began to beg helplessly,
thrusting his cock against Mulder's lap.
"Something wrong, Alex?" Mulder asked innocently, stopping the spanking.
"You gotta help me here, Fox, please help me, you gotta help me now ," Krycek
babbled, his hips undulating in a most erotic fashion, the older man thought.
Self-satisfied smirk firmly in place, Mulder grabbed his lover's waist and
turned him around. With his butt now on the older man's thighs, Krycek's
genitals were lewdly thrust upwards. "Very nice indeed, Alex! Look what I found!
Something that's just as fiery red as your butt!" Mulder grinned ferally at his
lover before he bent down and swallowed Krycek's erection whole.
The younger man howled.
Mulder immediately released the cock and gave Krycek a look of fake shock. "Oh,
I didn't hurt you, did I? I'm so sorry. Come on, let me help you."
And before the younger man knew what was going on, Mulder had efficiently turned
him around again, butt facing upwards. Krycek began cussing up a blue streak
which only turned up in volume when Mulder matter-of-factly trapped his erection
between two unforgiving thighs. Krycek was going nowhere and hated every second
of it.
"Temper, temper, Alex," Mulder tsked. "Now, let's see what I can do to this
inflamed area..." he then mumbled to himself before he bent down and started to
lick and nibble the sensitized bottom. Krycek almost castrated himself when he
tried to buck upwards. "Watch it, pal, those are my toys you're damaging,"
Mulder muttered into the younger man's ass. He then gently parted the cheeks and
began to lick up and down the cleft until he circled in on the tiny opening and
thrusted the tip of his tongue inside.
"Ohmygodfoxpleasedontstoppleasejustkeepgoingohthisissogood," Krycek babbled,
panting so heavily that his lover was afraid he might hyperventilate.
Delivering one last love bite to the fleshiest part of the left cheek, this one
leaving a mark for at least a couple of days, Mulder turned the younger man
around again and deep-throated the hard dick.
In a matter of moments, Krycek shot his load, yelling loudly. It had been the
most intense orgasm of his life.
Mulder released the softening cock with an audible plop and looked down at his
lover with a smile on his face. Krycek was sprawled over him, sweat pants around
his knees, tee shirt pushed up under the armpits, hair tousled and sweaty, eyes
half closed. "You look like a work of art, Alex," Mulder murmured lovingly,
caressing the soft belly, the heaving flanks. "My beautiful debauched fallen
angel."
Krycek blushed and closed his eyes.
Mulder frowned. "Hey, you okay?" Krycek nodded. "Was it what you wanted?"
The younger man smiled. "It was perfect. Better than any fantasy I ever had!" He
took Mulder's roaming hand, entwined their fingers and brought the knuckles to
his lips to kiss them reverentially. "Thank you so much, Fox."
Mulder smiled. "So, this was really a set-up, huh? All that chaos? Or was that
just a side effect of you being lazy today?" he teased with a smile.
His lover smiled back. "A little bit of both, I guess." His eyes turned to the
muted TV where his favorite show would start any moment. "I was thinking of that
scene, you know, from the other week...and then I was thinking of you and I was
wondering if you'd be willing to give the whole thing a go..."
"Alex, we talked about this already. I told you I was willing to do a little
role play. Any chance to get my hands on this great ass is a golden opportunity
in my book!"
Krycek smiled a little sheepishly. "Yeah, but we didn't arrange anything this
morning. I just suddenly had the urge... I'm sorry. I didn't think about you
coming home all tired and exhausted. That was thoughtless of me."
Mulder smiled and patted his lover's hip. "It's okay. I had fun."
The younger man grinned. "Yeah, I bet." He winced when he tried to move and his
smarting behind rubbed against Mulder's sweat pants. "I admit, when you came
home and got angry, I was a little scared."
"Well, I wasn't thinking about playing, that's for sure," Mulder admitted. "I
was thinking about punching your lights out, though." He smiled reassuringly.
"But then I thought, what the hell, let's spank that boy one way or the other."
Mulder winked, causing Krycek to laugh out loud.
"So it was okay? I mean, when you were all stern and stuff, that sorta turned me
on a bit..." The younger man blushed again.
"Good! I'll do that more often then!" They shared an easy smile. "When I said I
would spank you, your eyes gave you away. I know I saw trepidation in them but
there was also arousal. That's when I knew I could play with you. And hey, it
worked!" Mulder tapped the shriveled dick on Krycek's thigh. Then he looked at
the TV screen. "Hey, your show just started," he announced, grabbing the remote
to turn up the volume. He was surprised when Krycek didn't move.
Instead, the younger man locked eyes with Mulder. "I want you inside me," he
begged softly, grinding his hips into the older man's erection. Mulder swallowed
hard. "Come on, Fox, you said you wanted some quality time with your lover.
Spoon up to me while we watch the show together, okay?"
Mulder didn't need to be told twice. He almost threw his lover off the couch in
his hasty attempt to rid himself of his sweat pants.
They lay on their sides, Mulder spooned behind Krycek, contentedly snuggling
into the couch. The older man grabbed the lube from under one of the cushions
and took his sweet time preparing his lover before he entered him with slow even
thrusts. Krycek hummed happily.
"God, Alex, you have no idea how erotic that is, your hot ass against my groin.
This is incredible!" Mulder breathed when he bottomed out. He was perfectly
content staying buried deep inside his lover, only using the occasional gentle
bumping to keep the tension up.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to spank me more often then, oh stern and studly
lord and master," the younger man replied, the smirk obvious in his voice.
Mulder swatted his ass in reply. Krycek only laughed.
The show was almost over, Mulder having reached his climax after watching the
second explicit sex scene on TV and now happily and drowsily nestling close to
his lover, his soft cock still deeply embedded, when Krycek suddenly stirred.
"Fox?"
"Hmm?"
"Did you make that up? The story about your mom, I mean."
"You mean, did she really make me choose between The Magician and a spanking?"
"Yeah."
"Oh yes."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Did you watch The Magician?"
Mulder chuckled. "You bet. With lots of tears streaming down my face."
Krycek smiled. "I liked that idea. When you offered me the choice...that was
hot."
"I wouldn't have offered you this alternative if I hadn't been absolutely
positive what you would choose." Mulder nibbled on an elfin ear. "And I knew you
just couldn't leave Brian, not even when it meant a flaming ass."
"You're awfully uppity, don't you think?" Krycek craned his neck to get a good
look at his lover. Just as he suspected, Mulder was smirking at him. "Maybe
you should have been spanked instead."
The smirk just got wider. "Maybe," the older man agreed, a gleam in his eyes.
Krycek swallowed hard. He could feel his lover's dick filling out again inside
him, obviously aroused by the mental image of being on the receiving end. His
own cock jerked, showing its interest.
They locked eyes.
"Last one in the bedroom has to iron the shirts!"
Krycek scrambled up, having an advantage over Mulder since the older man had
spooned behind him and was pushed against the back of the couch with his dick
inside his lover. They tripped over their own feet, entangled in their sweat
pants, and almost broke their necks climbing up the stairs.
And even though he had paid for it with a flaming behind, Krycek didn't even
wait to see his beloved amoral soulmate Brian finish fucking his latest trick of
the day.
The Choice
by Gaby
The sight that greeted Mulder when he got home really pissed him off.
