"She put me here." Krycek looked at Mulder with something akin to
desperation. "She's got writer's block again."
Mulder rolled his eyes and groaned in sympathy. He had been the
subject of some pretty twisted writing when she was trying to break a
creative stoppage. "Was she in the middle of writing a raunchy sex
scene and left you hanging?" he asked, taking a seat on his beat up
couch.
Krycek looked absolutely miserable as he nodded. "The problem is she
didn't leave me hanging."
Mulder groaned again. "She had the same problem when she wrote
'Hounded.' Left me with a raging hard on for two weeks. Anything I
can do to help?"
Krycek took a long shuddering breath. "There is... something," he
whispered, batting his eyelashes. "She's decided to try her hand at
another pairing than she usually writes."
Mulder looked at Krycek, desire sparking. Long, thick lashes always
did have a way of getting him hot. "Wait a minute!" he yelled,
shocked by what he was feeling. "You're supposed to be head over heels
with Jess Leahs and Skinner. I'm in love with Scully. Dammit! She's
a MS Shipper for christssake. There's her cardinal rule—'Thou shalt
not slash Mulder nor Scully.'"
Krycek shook his head. "Don't you think she's thought about that?"
As Krycek said those words, Mulder had a vision of a young woman
sitting on her bed, frowning at her laptop. [Why the hell not?] she
was thinking. [It's not going to Gossamer, just MKRA. I've been
wanting to write one for a while. I won't make it part of the Loup
Garou universe. And if I get found out, I can always 'deny
everything.']
Mulder leaned closer to Krycek, his inhibitions loosening at the
thought that his actions wouldn't have repercussions. "This is Nicci's
influence, isn't it?"
Krycek nodded. "And Bren's, and Leigh's, and Rachel's and Katy's and
Bodecia's. And a whole slew of other names I can't remember right
now." He leaned back in the armchair and spread his legs, displaying
himself for Mulder.
Mulder leaned further forward, fingers digging into the cushions of his
couch. "Here or the bedroom?" he asked, hoarse with lust.
Then the choice was taken from either man. One moment Mulder was
sitting across from Krycek, the next moment he was in bed next to him.
"Shit!" he swore breathlessly. "I wish she wouldn't do that!"
Krycek shrugged. "You know how she jumps around when she writes.
Anyone on her beta reader list can tell you that. Drove her Creative
Writing teacher mad that she couldn't write linearly." Krycek's voice
dropped to a rough purr. "She did take care of a few obstacles when
she did that."
Krycek pulled aside the sheet covering them to reveal that both he and
Mulder were naked and sporting impressive erections. "That she did,"
Mulder whispered, pulling Krycek roughly to him. Mulder kissed Krycek
fiercely and deeply, tongue plunging in until Mulder was practically
licking Krycek's tonsils. Krycek returned as good as he got, plus
interest. The two men rolled from one side of the bed to the other,
clawing at their backs, grinding their groins against each other
frantically.
Eventually, Mulder ended up on top of Krycek. "I've wanted to do this
since the day I met you, but she denied the fact that I could be
attracted to anyone but Scully." Mulder growled. He reached over to
the bedside table, picking up the bottle of Astroglide that had
materialized. "Roll over."
Krycek complied. Mulder found himself staring at a well muscled back
and ass. Mulder stroked his way down Krycek's broad shoulders and
arms. "How did you get out of Russia with both arms?"
Krycek twisted so he could look at Mulder. "I didn't. She felt sorry
for me. That's part of why she made me a werewolf—incredible healing
powers. Now do you wanna talk or do you wanna fuck?"
Mulder laughed at the irritated sound in Krycek's voice. "You do get
cranky when you don't get laid regularly." Mulder opened the tube of
Astroglide.
Krycek glared back out of the corner of his eye. "Fuck you, Muld-
ahhh!" Mulder had lubed his fingers and inserted one into Krycek's
ass. Then he slid in another. "Ohhh, yeah, that feels good."
Mulder grinned. "If you think that feels good," he whispered in
Krycek's ear. "Be thankful she doesn't include STD's when she writes."
Placing his well slicked cock at Krycek's asshole, he pushed. "Yes,"
he whispered. "So hot, so tight."
Krycek growled impatiently, wiggling his ass, making Mulder almost pass
out from pleasure. "Are you going to move or what?" he snorted.
"Ask nicely, Krycek," Mulder said. "Or I am getting up and walking
away." It was an empty threat. There was no way Mulder could have
stood up at this point, let alone something that required vertical
coordination.
But apparently, Krycek didn't think so. "Please, Mulder, please. Just
fuck me. Pleeease."
Mulder obliged. He pumped into Krycek for all he was worth, making
sure he hit Krycek's prostate with each thrust. He reached around and
grabbed the younger man's cock with his left hand. He started pumping
Krycek's cock with a fist so tight it was almost painful.
Krycek groaned and thrust into Mulder's greedy hand. Mulder was
licking the back of his neck, digging the nails of his right hand into
his side. And he lost all ability to think as Mulder bit his shoulder,
pushing him over the edge and into orgasm. And as Krycek came and his
ass clenched Mulder's cock, Mulder came with a scream.
Both men just lay there, exhausted. Mulder exhaled pure contentment.
"I was long overdue. She hasn't gotten me laid since Loup Garou III."
"Well, I got one thing to say," Krycek said with a wicked smile. "I
can't wait until she gets writer's block again."
end...
Writer's Block
by Shael
Mulder walked from his kitchen to the living room. It was late Tuesday
evening and he had nothing planned. And oddly enough, Scully was no
where to be found. He jumped when he turned on the light and saw
Krycek sitting in the arm chair. "What are you doing here?"
