"Diana, how could you?"
Just then, the door to the ajoining room opened and Alex keycek gasped
in shock. "Marita, how could you?"
Noither woman looked particularly pleased to have their newfound,
passionate affair ended so abruptly. Sighing bitterly, Diana tossed the
covers over her willowy yet undoubtly spider-veined legs and tossed a scowl
in Mulder's direction. "Do you mind?"
"Yeah," Krychek called from the other doorway, "I thought you loved
Scully,anyway?"
"Do I, cause I'm never really sure? See, first season I was suspicious
of her; second season she was abducted and I slept with that vampire chick in
my misery. I'm really lucky she didn't decide to bite my dick. Then there
was third season, when I thought I was making a lot of ground with Scully,
but I wasn't so sure by fourth season..."
The others let out a collective groan.
"Fifth season Scully got cancer and I thought she might die, so I took
her eggs but never told her about it, and she had a child, which I'm still
really confused about who the father was, but the kid died and I mysteriously
started wearing this wedding ring which may or may not mean I was married to
Diana..."
"are you almost done?"
"I haven't even gotten to the movie yet."
Marita sat up, eyes still black with alien goo—oooh, goo, thought
Mulder, itching to stick his fingers in it—and crossed her arms over her
glistening breasts. "If you really don't mind, I'd like to finish screwing
her over and stealing something from her like I did to Krycek."
Mulder and Krycke shared a look. "well, in that case...I could use a
beer."
Following Mulder out the door, Krycek watched his casual swagger, noting
the well-formed shape of his ass. You could bounce a quarter off of that
thing. Not to mention all the wet dreams he had (yes, even at his age) about
Mulder in those red speedos. Damn the man was hung...and that had even been
when he was wet and shrivled.
"What do you say we forget going to the bar and just go back to my hotel
room?" he suggested with a waggle of his eyebrows.
"What for?"
"Oh, i don't know...maybe a little room service. I'm sure I could give
you something to fill you up. A little salami maybe. Put it between some
nice soft buns, lots of mayo."
"I'm not really hungry, Krycek."
"Thristy then? Maybe a nice creme soda?"
"Well, a rich foamy long neck sounds nice."
Krycek grinned, leering. "Oooh, baby, you know what I like."
"I don't know...I don't trust you. You killed my father, and Scully's
sister, and you're blackmailing Skinner—"
"You're not supposed to know about that."
"Oh yeah." Mulder mentally slapped himself, reminding himself not to
mention anything else he and Big Wally discussed outside the bedroom. "But
what about the other stuff?"
"I'm just misunderstood. See, I'm really a freedom fighter, working for
the greater good of the world."
"Well, in that case, lead the way Skippy."
They were barely through the door of the hotel room when Krycek shoved
his tongue down Mulder's throat. "adllll elalll ly leddll" Mulder said,
which roughly translated meant, "what about my sandwich?"
Throughly sweeping the other man's tonsils with his wet appendige,
Krycek, the ruthless killer, man in black, Consortium driver, Russian
con-artist, and sometimes stripper (when low on cash) named "Gabriel," gave
Mulder a kiss he'd never forget. Not that he'd forgotten the last one, but
this one was much better, deeper, and lustier, and made his cock poke out
like one of those red plastic meat thermometers on a turkey.
When Krycke finally pulled away, Mulder had to wipe the saliva off his
chin. "What the hell did you do that for?"
"Who needs women anyway, when i can have a hunk of kosher man meat like
you?"
Mulder thought about it for a minute and decided Alex was right.
Everyone knew Scully was an ice princess anyway, and he'd probably never get
into her pants, despite the fact that she had a tattoo and had recently taken
to wearing shirts so revealing he finally got to see cleavage he'd never
known existed. But that was beside the point, because CC and company would
never actually let them do the wild thing, unless in the next movie...but
even that much was a wild shot. AND Krycek was studly rebel whose every move
screamed sex and whose eyes were as green as those swamp gases that everyone
mistook for ghosts, and who smelled like cowhide and sweat and sin and
gunpowder and musky maleness.
Stripping out of his clothes like a man possessed, Mulder whipped out
his gigantic hunk of burnin love and offered it up for the other man's
worship.
With a slight trace of deja vu, Krycek said, "Watch where you point that
thing."
Mulder couldn't resist sticking his fingers in the goo oozing out of the
head of his throbbing rod. Popping his fingers between his pouty lips, he
said, "Mmm, sawl-tee!"
Turned on beyond belief, Alex threw off his clothes (but left on the
boots, because he couldn't bear being without just a little bit of leather).
He smiled a rarely seen but no doubt sexy smile, his well-laid plans quickly
turning into plans to to get laid well. "I want to fuck you like an animal,
I want to feel you from the inside..."
Mulder frowned slightly at the familiar words, but paid no attention as
he stared in rapt attention at the coconut-sized balls hanging between the
other man's legs. He couldn't wait to feel that sweet milk sliding down his
throat, shooting against his uvula from the turgid purple-headed cyclops
staring at him with it's weeping eye. Within seconds, they were in each
other arms...well, as close as they could get with both of their enormously
engorged cocks pressed between them.
"Oh fuck me, you backstabbing, plam-weilding, tape-stealing rat boy!"
"I really prefer man."
"Whatever."
"Oh yes, love muffin. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll go into a coma
and see the stars."
"Sorry, already did that."
"Oh...well, how about if I fuck you so hard you'll think you've become
someone else and can't even remember your own name?"
"Nope, sorry, did that too."
"well, shit. I guess you'll just have to fuck me than."
"Ok!"
"You don't even need any lube. I've been around. I fuck anything that
moves. Even some things that don't."
"Queequeg?"
"Once. Not very satisfying." Bending over, Krycek grabbed his ankles.
"Let's get it on."
Wasting no more time, Mulder shoved his swollen member in the other
man's fudge tunnel, screwing it in like a golf tee in turf. It was a tight
fit, like a glove that had gotten wet and then shrunk as it dried, but damn
it felt like heaven. Pistoning in and out with a sensual rhythm he'd learned
from the porno masters, Mulder spewed his creamy jism in Krycek's puckered
hole, cumming with Tarzan-like yell of pure masculine pleasure. His eyes
brimming with tears of love for the man buried in his ass, Krycek squirted
his load all over the shiny black leather of his boots. Exhausted with deep
emotions, they both collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty, hairy, muscly, sticky
heap.
"I love you, sweetums...I was just too shy to admit it. I thought you
might think I was a freak just like all the others."
"Never, my Alexei-poo. I just wish I'd known earlier, so I didn't have
to turn to Skinner in my need. The hard ass uses me as his whore whenever
the mood suits him. You'll never know just how hard it is coming up with
excuses for why he wants to see me, and not Scully. The bastard actually had
the nerve to laugh when Scully came in once and I had to remain perfectly
still under his desk with his dick in my mouth."
Alex gently wiped away Mudler's tears and kissed him on the end of his
well-endowed nose. "there, there Spooky. it's all over now. I'll take good
care of you."
"And what about me?" a muffled voice called from the closet.
"I told you to shut the hell up, Spender!"
Mulder frowned. "I thought he was dead?"
"Yeah, and I thought Diana was a man in drag...go figure."
"But what about Scully?"
"What about her?"
"She'll be crushed when she finds out I don't love her. This is my life
after all, my cases, my work. Without me, she'll have nothing. She doesn't
even have her own desk."
"Tell me about it," Scully said, suddenly standing quite fortuitously in
the doorway. "But your contract is up, and I just signed on for another two
years with CC. I'm going to take over the X-files and the Consortium and
rule the world all by myself! Who's laughing now? Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Mulder looked at Krycek, Krycek looked at Mulder, and they both
shrugged. Taking a hold of each other's stiffened fuck noodles, they grinned.
"Now where were we?"
END
Well-laid Plans
by Isahunter
It wasn't easy seeing a lover in the arms of another woman. He knew,
because it had happened to him twice before. But now, as he stoof here,
staring agape in the doorway of the Watergate hotel room, he couldnt believe
his shimmering hazel eyes. He stuck out his lower lip, pouting attractively,
hoping to get a bit of sympathy, only to be greatly annoyed as the two women
kept on with their business, moaning in extasy.
