God! he thought Life just doesn't get any better than this!
As the action onscreen heated up, so did Mulder's man member.
"Aaargh... Oooh... ooohhhh... Uggh, too much friction. Gotta slow
down... make it laaaaasssttt!"
With a final groan he flicked the hot creamy jism from his
fingers, splattering the coffee table with several splodges of
his red hot love juice.
"Aaahhh... who says narcissism is a sin!"
A loud bang at the door caught his attention and he leapt up,
took a leap forward, fell down, got up, pulled up his seen-
better-days and now cum-covered sweat pants and finally managed
to get a grasp on his gun just as a black-gloved hand closed over
his. He looked up into an impenetrable lusty emerald green gaze.
Mulder felt himself sucked into pupils dilated to the size of
black holes.
"Krycheck! What the fuck are you doing in my apartment on a
Sunday afternoon on a beautiful summer's day when you could be
out getting a little colour onto that pale skin of yours."
"It's only pale cos I just got back from spending some more time
in a hospital having this wonderful plastic prophylactic fitted
where my arm used to be. Of course it's all your fault."
"Why is that? Why should that be? That's life isn't it?"
"You left me there with those peasants and even laughed at me
when I came to tell you about the aliens invading Earth. And I
kissed you on the cheek and you didn't even attempt to ask me to
stay. I gave you all that information and you didn't even say
thank you and now my boss is dead because of you so I have to
give back the apartment and cash in my Health Plan. Now I'm going
to screw you the way those pheasants screwed me."
"No... I need both my arms. Can't we come to some compromise."
Krychuck smirked and sank down beside Mulder who had fallen to
the floor by the old coffee table. "You have some other member
you'd like me to lop off?" He leaned down and the smirk left his
face. "Yeeeoow. What's this horrible white stuff all over the
place."
Mulder went beetroot in embarrassment. "Oh, I was just polishing
the family jew... silver."
Krychek wiped his hand on the seat of dark black denim jeans
stretched tautly over a well-muscled yet firm and incredubly
delicious ass. He figited as the liquid seeped through making him
feel most uncomfortable. He gazed at Mulder's wind-swept
condition, his high colour and deeply sated expression. Then the
smell assailed his nostrils.. the musty smell of male sex. His
torrid green gaze flicked to the TV and the glistening, heaving
bosoms displayed as two women got it on with lots of squeals of
delight and rapture... and he knew what Mulder had been doing.
His breath quickened and he felt his cock tighten, lifting from
its snug position down his right trouser leg. It was
uncomfortable cos his jeans were so very, very tight and he had
to adjust himself.
Mulder noticed the way Krychec was holding himself and his eyes
dropped to the tell-tale bulge at the assassins groin. His breath
quickened in anticipation of the comproimise he could suggest.
Krycek wanted to screw him... perhaps he could do that literally
rather than figurateively.
"Hey, Kryceck... can I beat you with one hand?"
Krycek didn't need a second invitation. He dropped his pants and
fell on Mulder. Their mouths met in a deep, wet kiss full of
passion as tongues danced the samba in tune to the porno music
still going on in the background. Mulder grabbed Kryceks bony
hips and pulled them forward until he could rub his now erect and
weeping manpole against his would-be lovers. Their tongues
duelled as their cocks thrust in a heated dance like snakes
charmed by an Indian Fakir... swirling, swaying, heaving and
thrusting in time to some inner rhythm.
"Ooohhh, Fox, baby... you are so hot. So sexy. So... ooohhhhh."
Krycek pushed Mulder away.
"Suck me, Fox."
Mulder took Kryfucks swollen member in his delicious mouth with
its luscious lips and sucked on it like a child with a favourite
lollipop, finally deep throating him as Krycek moaned and twisted
his hair in ecstacy. He watched as fingers moved to twist and
pinch small brown nipples until they stood up as hard as the
monoliths at Stone Henge. Groans and moans assailed his ears
until with a final shriek Mulder felt the hot dick expand and
then burst in his mouth. He swallowed and swallowed the copious
amounts of creamy, succulent fluid that streamed out of the
highly sensitised cockhead. As Krycek collapsed into a boneless
heap Mulder gave the spongy, bulbous head one last loving lick
bring a final sob from the depleted man.
Without giving Krycrk a chance to debate the issue, Mulde ripped
off his billowing sweatpants and, scooping up the still wet
evidence of his solo performance, he anointed Kryceks tightly
puckered love centre with sticky fingers of cum. His fingers went
in easily cos Krycek was no virgin and had been used lots of
times before. His fingers scissored and danced as they teased
that special place, the puckered muscle twitching as his
prostrate organ contracted in ecstacy. Mulder quickly took out
his fingers when he saw Alex was ready for him and carefully
positioned himself at the tight orifice then pushed forward,
dragging Krycek's legs and folding them up and backwards until he
could reach his mouth.
Mulder fucked Krycek's as he fucked his ass like a two headed
snake, thrusting and pounding into the hidden depths of those
delectable white globes as he thrust into that sweet angelic
mouth. It didn't take long before he found himself crying out as
his organ sang with the ancient cry of lust fulfilled.
They collapsed into a heap of tangled limbs—well, three limbs
any how—and Mulder ran his hand through his lover's sweat-
soaked raven hair, plastered to a high forehead. The curtain of
to-kill-for lashes swept aside to reveal satisfied pools of
green.
"Perhaps I won't lop off your dick after all."
"I love you, Alex Krycek" cried Mulder. "I fell in love with you
with that first kiss all those months ago and no matter what
nefarious deeds you have performed like killing my Dad and
Scully's sister and using that awful nanotechnology to kill and
then revive Skinner—who I'm not so sure is a friend anymore—I
still love you beyond all things. Ask me and I will give up
everything for you... even my quest for the truth and for my
sister."
"Oh Mulder. How I have longed to hear those words from you. I
have spent so many sleepless nights under Tunguska skies,
thinking of the apocryphal event and hearing you now is a
blessing, way beyond what I ever expected."
Krycek removed the paperclip that Mulder had mangled in his
anxiety as he waited to hear Krycek's reaction to his declaration
of undying, all consumming love.
"Let's run away together and this could be the end of our
loneliness."
Mulder picked himself up from the floor and, packed his laptop
and some clothes into a bag. They pulled on some clothes to avoid
any unwarranted attention, paused by the door to Mulder's
apartment for one final look around. They kissed passionately and
left together heading for a new life where they would grow old
and die in each other's arms, happy ever after.
Passion Play
by Tarlan
Fox William Mulder was wrangling the invertebrate serpent in
response to some hot lesbo action on his latest porno flick.
