At least Krycek had been able to get the night shift
when he could actually watch Mulder do these
things. Took lots of bribing the other watchers to
change shifts with him but it was probably the fact
that Mulder did jerk off that got him that time slot,
which was the reason why he wanted it.
Of course watching Mulder jerking off to those
movies was fun but still, he was bored. He
needed something more; he needed excitement and
adventure, he needed blood.
Krycek smiled. He could poison Mulder's water
again but the results from last time were not
that favorable. Of course a little violence
always did turn him on. Just a little Krycek
bashing was ok with him, trying to shoot him
with his own gun was a little too much.
Instead of doing something stupid Krycek just
rewound the tape from last night. He watched
Mulder do a one eighty, jerking himself at the
speed of light, looking like he was almost
pulling the strings of semen back in.
He had whole videotapes of this. When he was
off duty he'd lay there with its endless loops
of Mulder's jerking, watching that hand, and
watching those fingers, imagining. He had a
good imagination, sometimes he forgot it was
his own hands on his body and not Mulder's.
A few quick adjustments and one of the VCR's
was 'commandeered' to record last nights latest
of "Mulder's Jerk Off Life" section to a 6 hour
videotape full of them.
If true to form Mulder wouldn't get home for
another hour, way past dark. In fact it was
already starting to get dark.
A small shiver of fear ran down Krycek's back.
Someday the ghosts that came out at night would
take Mulder away from him. It was one of his
few, small fears. That and the fear of
slippery, oil based aliens. Oh, and, of course, if
someone destroyed the worlds supply of
chocolate.
Mulder had his sunflower seeds and Krycek had
his chocolate.
Life was good. But that didn't end the fact
that Krycek was bored. He still needed to feel
his heart pounding, needed to feel a little
danger. He needed to touch Mulder, the
quintessence of life.
"You know God, if you're up there, just once,
one time is all I ask. Please, I've been a good
boy. I haven't killed, maimed, or tortured
anyone at all in a week. Sure I shot that dog
but it was messing with my chocolate cake. I
didn't kill it though. But, just once, please,"
Krycek begged a deity he didn't believe in.
Still it wouldn't hurt to try.
Instead of waiting for an answer he knew wasn't
going to come he picked up his binoculars and
set his sights on the street waiting to see
Mulder's car come driving down.
It was nearly an hour later later when Krycek saw Mulder's car turn down the
street.
Krycek sat up straight in his chair. His heart
felt like it was going to jump out of his rib
cage; it was pounding so hard. Some small
irrational part of him wanted to jump up and
shout with glee, saying "He's here, he's here,
he's finally here." A place where he was able
to watch and keep guard over his beloved agent.
True to form Mulder parked his car and went
inside the building. Krycek turned from his
position by the window back to the piles of
videotapes, making sure they were all going.
Wouldn't want to miss a moment of Mulder. He'd
be able to steal bits off the tapes later.
In a few moments the microphones picked up the
sound of Mulder's keys in his door. Then in
strode 180 pounds of pure lustful fantasy.
Long, agile limbs supporting a wonderfully wiry
body. The face fit for a god. Long, well
endowed nose. Lusciously, lickable full bottom
lip. Eyes that changed with the times.
All Krycek could think of was, "BONER TIME!"
Keys were dropped onto the table, coat on a
hook in the closet. Mulder went straight to the
phone and ordered a special from the House of
Woo. Next he went into the bedroom, changed
(Mulder had a nice butt too), and came back out to
lie on his couch.
As expected the meal was delivered 17 minutes
later, which Mulder ate in his usual fashion.
With his fingers.
Krycek groaned loudly as he watched that mouth
lick and nibble at dripping sauces over his
hands. His hand swept low to the crotch of his
pants to grip his throbbing erection. He could
jerk off to the sight of Mulder eating but
better things were coming, like the traditional
video (that were not his) and the free show.
Krycek was, after all a gentleman and would
wait until Mulder came to come.
Not disappointed Mulder pulled out one of those
videos that were not his and put it in his VCR.
Krycek was thrilled to see that it was his
favorite videos from the collection, "Came-a-lot."
In the video (which Krycek just happened to have a
copy of) was a beautiful woman, just as much a lust
goddess as Mulder was a god. She was the damsel
in distress that a knight in shining armor road up to
rescue.
Krycek liked the knight, Sir Gave-in, who was
strongly well built, sword at his side, armor
which the rescued maiden peeled off, and a face
that was slightly familiar but he never could
quite place it.
Krycek watched the monitor with the shot of
Mulder spread over his couch. It pictured both
Mulder and the television with its movie.
True to form, the maiden was captured and
guarded by a huge, fake looking dragon. She
emitted a series of truly girly screams.
(Screams that sent bolts of lightning to
Krycek's cock.)
The knight, in full shining armor, rode up to
the wicked dragon, hacking at it with his large
sword. Soon the maiden was rescued and her body
writhing against the knight in gratitude.
During this adventure Krycek could see Mulder
lift up his shirt to play with his nipples.
They were a wonderful dusty tan that
accentuated the peaks as Mulder played with
them.
As the (grateful) action of the movie went on,
Mulder slid his hand down over his chest, past
the navel, and under the sweats to the groin.
Krycek groaned loudly, waiting for Mulder to
unveil the main event.
Not to disappoint Mulder fumbled in his shorts
for a while, making the tent bigger until there
seemed to be no choice but to let it free.
It almost felt like a physical arrow to his
heart (or groin) as Krycek watched that
wonderful member. It was long and thick,
something that begged worship 24 hours a day, 6
days a week. (He needed to reload sometime.)
The pubic hair was a wild tangle, like
grass surrounding the golden goose's eggs. This
being Mulder's wonderful scrotum (egg sack.)
Oh, how he wanted to go a exploring.
Krycek squeezed his crotch one last time before
undoing the button and zipper, freeing his own
erection. Equal to the long, slow strokes
Mulder was demonstrating on screen, Krycek
pulled on himself, lost in the lust he had for
his very special agent.
"Feels good, don't it, baby," Mulder husked.
His voice easily picked up by the specially
placed microphone.
The voice slightly started Krycek but he quickly
sat back, enjoying the show. Sometimes Mulder
did this. It was kind of like playing with an
invisible friend. To every body else it was air
but to that kid it was not air but an actual
person.
Of course this was good. Krycek could sit back
and pretend it was him.
"Touch me right there, baby," Mulder said as he
played with his nipple.
"I'm touching you," Krycek moaned as he played
with his own nipple, a mime of Mulder's
actions.
"Mmm, I love your finger, your hands on me. I
love it almost as much as touching you. Do you
feel me touching you, babe."
"Oh, yes, I do, I do. More, I want more."
"You want more, baby? I want to touch you every
where." Mulder said, continuing his litany.
"I'm holding you and stroking you. Do you feel
my hand on your cock? Let me taste you."
Mulder stroked his erection several times
before gathering up the pre-come gathering at
the tip of his erection. Slowly he brought his
hand up to his mouth to taste the bitter fluid.
The whole time Krycek watched and mimicked the
movements, imagining himself in the room,
touching Mulder, being touched by Mulder. It
was heavenly.
"I'm getting close, baby, so close. But I want
to watch you come. Do you think you can do that
for me, baby. Come for me?"
"Oh, yes, Mulder. Anything, everything."
"Are you there yet?" Mulder asked into the air.
Krycek arched his back, lost in the sensual
pleasures of Mulder (his) hand on his cock. He
was unable to give a coherent answer (though
there was no one there to listen) and just
moaned long and deep. He could feel his orgasm
present but held it off at bay. Even though
Mulder was talking to an imaginary lover Krycek
could imagine just along side of him and waited
until Mulder instructed 'him' to come.
"Do you feel it? I can feel it. You're right
there, baby, right there. Mmm," Mulder moaned,
jerking himself harder.
"Do you want to come, baby, I know I do."
Krycek whined with the need to come.
"You're right there, baby, I know you are. Why
don't you come for Fox, baby. Come for me."
As if on cue Krycek's orgasm rolled through
him. He could barely keep an eye on the
television as he watched Mulder pull himself to
completion in tandem.
Krycek sat there for a moment in post-orgasmic
stickiness and contentment. He smiled at the
image of sated Mulder drawing pictures in the
fluid on his chest.
"That was wonderful, Alex, but when are you
coming over?" Mulder asked into the air, his
mouth pouting.
Krycek started. There could be no way that
Mulder knew he was watching. They had gone to a
lot of trouble hiding those bugs. They were the
top of the line, undetectable.
No, Mulder couldn't know.
"I've missed you while you were away, Alex. I'm
glad you're back."
Mulder swirled the come on his chest some more.
He dipped his finger and brought a huge glob to
his lips. Almost like he was applying Chap
Stick Mulder applied the white fluid to his
thick, lickable lips.
Across the street Krycek couldn't breath.
"I want to taste you. I want to play with you.
Please, won't you come over, Alex baby?"
Mulder got off his couch, slid off his pants,
and walked straight to one of the cameras. The
camera in particular was at waist high. Across
the street one of the screens was filled up
with the image of Mulder's cock before the man
knelt down to look right into the lens.
file://Breathe, Krycek, breathe,// internal sensors
buzzed to him.
"Alex, aren't you going to come over. We'll
have so much fun."
Mulder stared into the camera, pouting the
whole time. He gave one last plea of "please,
baby," before he abandoned the camera.
Next Mulder walked to the window in all his
glory. One hand gathered up his genitals while
the other he leaned against the window with his
head on it. Then Mulder started kissing the
thick panes, leaving come kiss smears all over
the window. The whole time, he was squeezing and
fondling his crotch.
Krycek swung his gaze from the bank of TV's to
the window across the street. He could clearly
see Mulder baring him self to the whole wide
world. Without a second thought (except for the
one that told himself to tuck himself back in)
Krycek was jumping up and out the door.
Mulder smiled as he saw the young man, armored
in his black leather jacket, come rushing out
of the building and across the street. He
retired to his (seldom-used) bedroom and lay
down on the sheets. (But not before securing
the handcuffs at the end of the bed or the lube
on the night stand.)
Krycek rushed up the stares straight to
apartment 42. He threw open the door thinking
he would see Mulder still at the window. He
breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that
Mulder no longer was putting himself up for
display.
"Alex," a psaltery tone came drifting out.
Cautiously Krycek approached the bedroom.
He fighting down the desire to take out his gun,
but did so any way.
Mulder lay down on the satiny sheets,
absolutely beautiful and offered up for any
one's enjoyment. Krycek moved to Mulder's
bedside.
"You've come to play," Mulder said as he rolled
up in bed and grabbed the young man by the
jacket, pulling him to his chest.
"How...how did you know I was watching?"
"Who else would it be? Nope, only my knight in
shinning leather, that's who," Mulder said as
he took Krycek's gun out of his hand. The older
man placed it on the night stand by the lube.
Krycek stared mutely at Mulder, unable to stop
what was happening.
Next Mulder ran his hands up and down Krycek's
form, loving the feel of worn leather scrape
against his fingers. He leaned in to smell
Krycek's unique musky scent. A small puddle of
sweat had pooled in the crease where body met
neck and Mulder licked it away.
Almost like a token protest, thought he did
mean to push Mulder away, Krycek put his hand
on Mulder's shoulder. He needed to stop this.
This could not continue but it did. Mulder was
in total control of the situation.
Long fingers peeled the leather jacket back
until it was trapping Krycek's arms. It was
only then that Mulder moved up his mouths
attack to those cupid bow lips. As they were
moaning into each other's mouths, Mulder slid
the ubiquitous leather off the younger man.
"I've missed you, Alex."
"Mulder, please. We can't do this."
"Why not?"
"It's to dangerous, too risky. They're watching
you."
"And you're the one behind the cameras, aren't
you, baby. I know you'll make it all better."
Krycek quickly thought back to his collection
of "Mulder's Jerk Off Life." He could use those
to tape over the image of him and Mulder
together in bed. Even if someone reviewed the
tapes they were unlikely to find anything. The
person would probably fast forward through most
of it, considering it was either an eating
Mulder, jerking off Mulder, or sleeping Mulder.
Maybe this could work out.
But before Krycek could come to a firm decision
Mulder had pulled him onto the bed and was now
laying on top of him trying to kiss Krycek into
oblivion.
Krycek writhed beneath Mulder, trying to
dislodge the older man. Even if he could edit
his tapes onto the other it wouldn't do any
good. He should not be doing this. When he had
prayed to touch Mulder once he knew it was only
hot air. He knew he couldn't, and wouldn't
touch Mulder. The man was too special for the
likes of him.
"Mulder, we've got to stop."
"You don't want me, baby?" Mulder asked,
whining.
"I...I d...don't," Krycek said, turning his
face away from Mulder, hoping he wouldn't see
through the lie.
"I guess you don't want me," Mulder said,
sounding almost like he was about to cry. The
older man leaned back, scooting off Krycek till
he was at the end of the bed.
"But," Mulder said, an instant before he
climbed back up Krycek's body, "I want you."
Mulder slapped the handcuffs around one of
Krycek's wrists then around his own wrist.
"Mulder, what the hell do you think you're
doing," Krycek pulled and tugged at the
handcuffs, trying to get them off.
"Making sure you stay with me."
"Mulder, I have to go. It's too dangerous to
stay."
"And you're not leaving until I have my fun so
get used to it, Alex," Mulder barked. He
quickly undid the younger man's pants and
pulled them down. The whole time struggling
with Krycek.
"Mulder, you can't do this."
"I know you want me, Alex, and the only thing
stopping us is you. Now, we're going to have
sex now, whether you like it or not so you may
as well sit back and enjoy."
"Mulder, this is stupidity."
"I know. Ain't it great though," Mulder said as
he swooped down for a soul searing kiss. It was
several minutes before he let Krycek up for
air.
"Not so fast, Agent Mulder."
Krycek flipped the two of them over so that he
was on top. As slick as a seal he was out of
his clothes, only his T-shirt tangling in the
hand cuffs.
"Oh, yeah, Alex, give it to me baby," Mulder
said right before he flipped the young man back
under him. The two wrestled and kissed in
willful abandonment.
When they were ready, Mulder grabbed at the
lube, trying to squeeze some out onto his hands
but he squeezed the tube too hard and the lube
went flying all over the place.
Krycek stopped in his exploration of Mulder's
body to laugh.
Mulder loomed above the younger man with a hurt
expression for a few moments before leaning
down to put his fore head against Krycek's. He,
too, started laughing at his enthusiasm.
"Waste not, want not," Krycek said as he
scooped up a large amount of the spilled lube
with his hand cuffed hand. He reached down to
grasp Mulder's erection in a firm grip.
Mulder gasped as Krycek stroked him. Krycek
laughed before squeezing hard then altering the
rhythm. Soon Mulder's hand joined Krycek's
below the belt, both of them intent on bringing
the other off.
With a loud cry that rattled the windows, they
came in each other's hands.
"Mulder, that was fantastic," Krycek said
in a breathly voice.
"Mmm, glad you stayed, Alex baby?" Mulder said
as he moved off the younger man to lie on the
bed staring at the ceiling.
"Oh, yeesss."
"MULDER!" came an indigent voice from the
doorway. "What the hell do you think you're
doing."
Krycek jumped up to see a petite red head and
the bald mountain. He moved quickly to cover
Mulder up. Sure Scully had seen Mulder naked
before but not like this.
"Mmm, I'm just having a little fun with Alex,"
Mulder said as he played with the blanket
Krycek was (fruitlessly) holding over his body.
"I can't believe this. You and Krycek, Krycek
and you."
"And he's not half bad. You should give it a
try sometime."
"Mulder, what are you doing?" Krycek hissed at
his very special agent.
"Mulder, you can't do this. This is wrong, this is
bad, this just isn't right. Isn't that right, sir," Scully
addressed Skinner next to her. She turned around to
see Stone Face Skinner actually smirking at the two
men. "Sir?"
"About time you got laid, Spooky," Skinner
chuckled.
"Sir, sir, you can't mean that you approve of
this atrocity?"
"What's there to approve? He's getting laid."
Skinner flashed a peace sign. "Make love, not
war." The bald mountain said before leaving the
room.
"Mulder, please," Krycek said as he tried one
more time to cover the two of them up with the
blanket. The older man just kept shoving it
down, smirking at Scully the whole time.
"I can't believe this is happening," Scully
chanted as she paced back and forth. She felt a
head ache coming on.
Suddenly she stopped. "Is this a one time thing
or are you and him gonna," she waved a nebulous
hand in the air.
Mulder shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know. So
far I've only had a test drive and it wasn't
too bad. I'd like to take it for a full country
tour to make sure all the parts are in the
right order."
"Mulder, we can't. No," the young man stated.
"You're not going anywhere, my knight in
shining leather." Mulder lifted their joined
hands, jangling the cuffs. "You're staying
right here with me."
Mulder pulled the younger man down for a gut
wrenching kiss.
Scully gave a slight whine which caused Mulder
to turn his attention back to her.
"You know the old saying, Scully, you can't
beat them, join them, join us." Mulder arched
his eyebrow in a suggestive manner.
Scully stood there considering the situation. For a
few moments she was deep in thought before
pressing her lips together and staring straight at the
two of them.
"A cute butt is a cute butt is a cute butt. So
whose cute butt is first."
"You... you can't be serious?" Krycek gawked in
awe at the (formally known as) Ice Queen.
"Oh, yes. We're both very serious," Mulder said
as he rolled over the young man, trapping him
beneath him once more. The older man watched
with glee at the shocked expressions passing
over Krycek face as he watched Scully quickly
strip and climb into bed.
"Too bad we don't have more of these," Mulder
said as he jangled the handcuffs fastening him
to the younger man.
Scully just smiled before pulling out her own
pair of hand cuffs.
As Krycek laid back, watching the newest member
in bed, he had a brief thought. Nope, he wouldn't be
bored tonight.
Krycek grinned.
Aphrodite and Aries
by StarWindDancer
Krycek was bored. Not just little bored but
hugely bored. Sure, Mulder watching was his
favorite pastime but all Mulder did was come
home, sit on his couch, eat, jerk off, go to
sleep, and then in the morning get up for work.
