"What?" Mulder stared
down at him incredulously from his perch strataled on top of his victim. "I'm
beating the crap out of you. You can't just call 'Time out!' and expect me to
stop." Krycek smirked up at him, "Sure I can...those are the rules. When
someone calls time out, all play stops. Well, at least I got him to give his
punching bag a rest. You can't hit me again until I call time in."
"Krycek, have you completely lost what's left of your mind! That's not the
way it works. You can't call time out unless your touching home base." Alex
reached up and molded his hand to the shape of the hammer-hard buldge in
Mulder's pants. "Home base," he cooed softly, staring at his new found prey
with blaten hunger. "But of course you know the rest of that rule...as soon
as you let go of home base, all play resumes." The gllem in Mulder's eyes spoke
volumes. Obviously, the game had changed. "You know, Mulder," Krycek said
while stroking home base and making its owner arch harder into his touch, "we
don't have to follow the same rules everytime we do this. Maybe, just this
once, we can skip our usual foreplay and go straight to the main event."
"Okay, Alex. Just this onece." Mulder's words came between baited breathes.
Suddenly, he wraped a vice grip around Krycek's wrist and looked down at the
fresh meat laid beneath him. "You aked for it, babycakes. LET'S GET READY TO
RUMBLLLLE!" With cat-like agility, Alex lifted his left leg till it wrapped
around Mulder's waist from the front, and pulled down until he was finally
seated on Mulder's chest facing his feet. As he undid he's lover's belt, opened
the zipper, and pushed Fox's pants down around his knees. "Whaddya say to two
out of three falls, Studpony." The length of Mulder's hot orgasm rod spang
forth, like a stripper out of a cake. And just like that stripper, it was
covered in icing just begging to be licked off. "Good lord, Mulder! Why does
beating the crap out me always get you so horny?" Alex asked with real
curiosity on his face. "I guess I'm just excited that I'm beating someone
else's meat for a change," that said, Mulder thrust leaking love pipe into
Krycek's waiting mouth. "OH GOD YES! Suck it baby—suck it all," Mulder
screamed as the triple agent began working his lush, wet, rough and agile
tongue around the cock in his mouth. Then without warning, let the dick drop
out of his mouth with a pop. "Wait! What are you...Alex, baby, don't leave
me like this!" Mulder began to plead as the blood engorging his manly drill bit
began to throbb. "Don't worry, sugar tush, I'm gonna make you feel real good
real soon," Alex replied with a wink. In the blink of an eye, they were both
naked.
Alex got down on all fours and started wriggling his ass in the general
direction of the agent that had been reduced to whimpers because of his need
for release. "Come and get it, you big hunk-a-man." Mulder pounced and
imediately began to position himself at the entrance to Alex's tunnel of love,
but stopped abbruptly. "Hold on. Don't we need lube? Don't I need to gently
prepare your puckered star fish of love to accept my rock hard manpole?"
"Nah," Alex replied, still wiggling his ass. "This fanfic author just wants
us to get to the fucking, so don't keep her waiting or she'll get pissed
and..." Before he could finish his sentence, the door behind them burst open
with a slam (no pum intended). "SCULLY?????" Mulder exclaimed. "What are you
doing here?" "The author sent me to help you get your asses in gear—so to
speak." From her belt she unclasped a long bullwhip and cracked it once, twice
three times—cause she was a lady. "Now get to it. Don't make me use this on
you." The two scared and horney he-men found that they were suddenly more
aroused by the prescence of a whipcracking woman, and immediately began to do
what they were told. They fucked and fucked and fucked some more, until they
were both completely exhusted and almost dehyderated. Scully approached them
and handed them eack a PowerBar and a bottle of Gatorade. "What's this for?"
Mulder asked still trying to catch his breathe from the last orgasm. "The
author isn't finished with the two of you yet," she answered with a smile. "And
when she's done, she's got a whole mess of friends waiting to take their turn
with you." "What gives these author's the right to do stuff like this to
us?" Krycek asking indignantly. "Shut up, you idiot!" Mulder answered as he
elbowed his boytoy in the ribs. "If it wasn't for them none of us would EVER
get any!" He finished off the rest of his Gadorade and rolled back over onto
Kycek. "Now, love muffin, whaddya say we give the lady what she wants
before..." Before he finished his sentence, the door flew open with a bang
again. Looking up and seeing the face of Walter Skinner, Alex yelled,
"Listen...just because they teach you how to kick in doors at the FBI, doesn't
mean you have to do it ever time you enter a room!" "Shut up, Krycek! I'm
sick of everyone around here getting laid except me!" He dropped his pants and
stood behind Mulder. "Hey, wally, hold up a minute. I'm not getting any
either. Wanna help a girl out?" Scully said as she smiled and batted her
eyelashes at him. "What the hell," he answered moving away from the two men
who went back to ohhhing and ahhhhing with each thrust of Mulder's pleasure
pole into the velvet lined, fist like grip of Alex's ass. So they all fucked
and fucked and fucked some more in various combinations and positions until all
the fanfic writers of the world were satisfied and happy.
Getting Laid
by Niffusa
As the right cross landed against his jaw, Krycek suddenly became a little
tired of the game he and Mulder had always played. This is how it went: Mulder
would beat the crap out him, get himself (and Krycek) all hot and bothered, and
then they'd fuck till the cows came home. "Time out!" 
