Nulder was extatic that he already had his cute pratner tied (handcuffed
actually) to his car seat with his huge arse-splitter poking out of his
cheap and dirty pants. He would not have to hit him much as he'd hoped
as the poor lad was already hot to trot. Tightening his grip on the
hugeness that was Alecks Krijeck he bit hard into the weeping
traitorhood. For 'tis true, little did the older and more experienced
(only not in some areas cos of course the jiggling young lashed wonder
had much to teach in areas of sexual pleasure. There was only one reason
he'd undergone the multiple-agent training. Needless to say, there had
he earned his ratty reputation for bonking anything that moved and a few
things that preferred not to) man know, but this light breeze of
loveliness was destined to betray him.
"Foxy, do it to me." Krikey slurped even though he had several fingers
in his mouth.
Foz threw his pratner onto the couch. Not too hard, cos he didn't want
to hurt him. He could never hurt this scrumptious booty. Just hard
enough that the junger man knew who was boss.
Of course, all this was all after Speckled Agent Mouldy had driven to
his apartment, yanked Aleks out of the car. He stopped to uncuff the
young man cos he didn't have a spanner and he probably couldn't manage
to lift the mewing man and the car seat he was attached to up to his
room. Someone might have seen. Not that Muffler minded. He wanted
everyone to know he was getting some at last. He hated it that everyone
seemed to know he hadn't been picked up for years. Even the petit Sulky
hadn't tried it on. Weird. That's the only reason he had gone to Oxford
(or was it Quanti somewhere where they trained FBO types). Anyway, cheap
sex had been promised when he was recruited. Actually, he got less now
than ever before. All he had was his favourite vid "Hot Aliens from
Neptune meet the Men in Black".
Oh. Smoulder had forgotten about Crotchety. No real problem. When Muldy
hadn't been looking, the scrummy bloke hadn't moved a muscle. What would
be the point?
His quite and slighty suspicious neighbour blinked furiously at the
sight of a shellschloked Kricket snuggled in his arms. The young man was
wriggling as befitted his reputation. Everyone in the office had wanted
a piece of the cute ass, even the straight men. That's how hot the
little pussy, well not exactly a pussy but a feral animal of some sort,
was. Possibly a jaguar or some really heavily endowed animal that Muldy
couldn't think of cos his hands were busy wrapping themselves around the
enourmouse tentpole writhing in their grasp. Not that his hands were
senitant, but he just couldn't keep them away from the protruding
loveturnip of bliss. And low, the inhabitants of the building parted
before the too men like Sully before the truth.
Muldy reached his apartment and opened the door, after he had unlocked
it. Of course, he always locked up carefully; otherwise he would have
invalidated his insurance. He stumbled through the door which he had
opened cos he didn't want to bang his head. But he didn't know why he
bothered. Locking the door that is. Even the Loony Gunmen didn't bother
to knock anymore. He stopped suddenly. Alex whimpered into his shoulder.
Not in it but sort of across it. Drooling was involved. Skinny was
sitting on the couch tossing a magnificent dildo back and forth between
his paws.
Mulder inhaled sharply, though not so to cut himself. Krycek squealed.
Skinnor burst into tears.
"How could you Foxi? Just when I brought you a great gift as well!"
Skinner pushed past the two men. He threw the sex toy at the wall, then
tossed the dildo into the fishtank. At least something would enjoy it.
It was after all edible. Krycek got to his feet and traced a finger over
the dent in the plaster where his lightsabre of ardour had hit it. He
was gonna have to shoot the mean and nasty bully the next time he threw
him aside like that.
"Mulder?" Alez asked?
"Don't worry my little cucumber."
"But, you and Skinke? He looks rough." He tucked his snivelling (not
quite up to the weeping stage) ice cream machine into his crimson
slacks. "I can't. I thought you loved me."
Fox tripped him and slapped him around a bit before jumping on him,
after throwing the helpless lad onto the couch. He tweaked a nipple even
though Krycek had at least 2 layers of clothing covering his ample
torso.
"Yeah, do it too me, do it two me again. I love you. It's always been
you Wolfy."
"Foxy!! Fos slapped Alix hard across the face, again and again. He knew
there would be no bruises. Krichik was tough and muscled and nothing
would show. His tender love would heal all wounds. If he jerked off
enough over the mouse's face, it would make a nice antiseptic balm.
He reached down to unzip his pants but discovered his engorged
marshmallow stick had burst the zip and sprung free from captivity.
"Damn," Mulder muttered. "That's the fifth pair of pants I've ruined
this week and Armarnee is so expensive."
"Woof, woof, foxy."
"Huh?" Mudler's head popped up from behind Krijeck's pullsating blue-
veined piccolo. He couldn't see the other guy's head (the one with the
mouth on it) otherwise, for the whore-pipe of rampant totty was
obscuring the view.
"Moooooo."
Muldur simply stared. Was it his imagination or was Krikey impersonating
farmyard animals? He wondered just what the slightly broader chap had
done before he joined the Beauro.
"Why are you making cow noises?" Mulder asked his love slave.
"Because I can't do cockerels."
Mulder wasn't sure he wanted to know, but it mattered not anyway for he
was having far too much fun ploughing the little runt's ass to worry
about little things such as psychosis.
"Yesss, ride me cowboy. Take me to the rodeo and back."
Mulder stuck his fingers in his ears, it was either that or put
something in Krycek's mouth and his lovespear was otherwise engaged. It
didn't matter; the body beneath his was already bruised from where he
had been gripping the slender hips. Despite not getting any for months
his technique never faltered and he drove them both until they saw
stars, fireworks, birds twittering in the firmament, flashing lights
more beautiful than the aura borealis and finally the blackness of the
galaxy itself. Even Krycek's insistence on neying constantly throughout
his pounding, screaming and generally magnificent orgasmn didn't put off
the intrepid agent as he pummled them both into oblivion.
Smoulder came screaming "Alexi, Alexi," although how he knew Krycek was
Russian is anyone's guess. Later he would think that for a moment their
souls entwined and the two were one. Then he would wake up and remember
he'd red two much Star Wars slash.
As for Krycek, aside from pawing at the bed and trying to mount Mulder's
poor defenceless teddy bear, he merely continued with the litany which
only his dark and twisted and usually very abusive young life could have
created.
"Baby, baby, baby...is this some odd love thang or what?" Fax asked when
he regained consciousness. That was the only time he had ever passed out
during sex, but then it was a long time ago and in a galaxy far away
that he came anywhere close to completion and the damp body swathed in
his was the most winsome he had seen for many a year.
Alex merely grunted and rolled onto his back tugging Mulder along by the
hand securely shrouding Foxy's spent member. Finally, someone had
taken possession of him. All was right with the world.
Except for the horrible terrors which Krycheck would unleash in the next
episode. But that's not important right now.
(end—and not before time)
Cum 'ere I tink Youre' Bootiful
by Mord
Last week in the X-Fills, Mudler had Krycek's cook out in the car.
