Krycek had the pleasure of seeing Mulder jump about three feet in
the air, practically falling off the old leather couch where he
had been preoccupied with his solitary pleasure. The grunts and
groans of simulated lust from the VCR filled the stunned silence
as Mulder's expression turned from shock to guilt to... to
something else entirely that Krycek couldn't quite put his finger
on.
"Only if the cum hits me in the face."
Krycek stared at Mulder for a heartbeat as the retort settled
between them and then a mischievous smile melted the intense
expression.
"You reckon you could shoot that far?"
"Why don't you come over here and find out."
Krycek pursed his lips feeling, suddenly, very hot and very
uncomfortable under that knowing gaze. He gave a tight smile,
eyes crinkling, momentarily, in amusement. Anger he had expected;
annoyance that this enjoyable solo session had been interrupted
but not this. A strange smile was teasing the corners of Mulder's
luscious mouth. Krycek swallowed as it became all too clear what
Mulder was trying to do.
"This some new game of yours?"
Mulder grinned, watching a pink tongue sneak out to tease
suddenly dry lips, making them glisten. Those lips formed new
words and Mulder had to force his mind away from the sight and
back to the sound.
"Go fuck with somebody else's mind, Mulder."
"It's not your mind I'm interested in."
This time Krycek stiffened, his back going rigid. If he had any
doubts before then they had just been thrown to the wind.
"You are one sick bastard, Mulder."
"Am I?"
Confusion crossed the pretty face, narrowing the eyes to green
slivers, parting those ripe, glistening lips. Mulder watched from
the safety of the couch as Krycek tried to make sense of the
back-handed compliment he had been paid. The slight smile
returned. Time to ignore Mulder's little game and get down to
business... before the thoughts that had often tumbled around his
head led him into something he wasn't too sure he could handle.
"I came here to..."
"You haven't 'come' yet."
A hint of anger behind the tight expression was quickly subdued.
"I have to give to you..."
"I have something for you, too."
The tightly reined in anger vented itself suddenly.
"Where the fuck do you get off, Mulder..."
"Hopefully on you."
Mulder watched as even more heat rose upon the already flushed
skin, his hazel eyes cataloguing all the signs of Krycek's
unwanted desire; the shallow, uneven breathing; the soft sheen of
perspiration... those beautiful eyes, dilated, darting everywhere
about the room, refusing to meet Mulder's own. He wanted to look
down and see if there was a tell-tale bulge in those skin tight
jeans but, instead, he smiled as Krycek fidgeted uncomfortably,
longing for the opportunity to reach down and adjust himself, to
make room for the swelling flesh.
"I'm outta here.."
"Can't take the heat?" Mulder leaned back, spreading his legs
wider apart... invitingly wider apart. "You know you want me."
"No." The husky voice seemed uncertain despite the negative
response.
Mulder smiled, his hand moving lower to rub in small circles over
the exposed head of his sizeable erection, eyes closing as a wave
of pleasure washed over him, head tilting back to expose the long
column of vulnerable throat. He smiled as he heard a small gasp,
opened his eyes to capture his intended partner. With quick,
effortless movement he pushed up from the couch to circle his
frozen prey like a sure-footed predator.
Krycek stiffened further as Mulder disappeared behind him, his
mind caught between fight or flight; frozen like a rabbit in the
headlights of an approaching car. He let out another gasp as
fingers trailed through the short dark hairs at the nape of his
neck, the touch sending shivers of expectation down his spine.
Hands reached over his shoulder grabbing the collar of his
leather jacket, pulling it down off his unresisting body. He
heard the heavy jacket drop to the floor. The fingers returned,
lightly trailing down the bumps of his spine, sending licks of
energy sparking through to his nerve endings. He found himself
arching, unsure whether he was trying to pull away from the touch
or ease the path as they travelled to the waistband of his jeans.
"You want a confession, Mulder? Is this what this is all about?"
He shivered uncontrollably as those agile fingers began to tease
the shirt from his jeans.
"Okay. I killed your father. Do you hear me? I shot him in his
own bathroom while you were flying high as a kite in the lounge.
And... do you know what? I'd do it again."
Krycek barely noticed that the fingers had withdrawn, unable to
halt the flow of words as they spilled from his lips.
"What was it you said? About my moral dipstick being two drops
short of bone dry? You know, you have a way with words... oughta
be a writer.
Krycek stopped, realising he was starting to babble. A coldness
crept across him, dissipating the heat from those fingers.
"That 'paragon of virtue'; that... respectable old man you called
your father was nothing but a lying, murdering piece of shit who
spent most of his life sending innocent people to their deaths...
or worse. Like... like a nazi doctor in a concentration camp. His
moral dipstick was drier than the Sahara and I killed him because
he was weak and because he was about to throw you to the
wolves..."
Krycek stopped abruptly, shocked by his confession; even more
shocked that he had revealed his true feelings for Fox Mulder. He
closed his eyes and prayed the other man was too angry to have
heard the last part. The tape in the VCR came to an end plunging
the room into silence apart from the sounds of Krycek's harsh
breathing. From Mulder there was nothing. Alex bit his lower lip,
back straightening as he waited for the blows, expecting some
form of retaliation, some return to the normal pattern of
violence between them. He jumped, startled by the finger that
stroked across one firm denim- clad asscheek. Warm breath against
his ear; a warm, naked body pressed against his back.
"I know."
He began to tremble as the softly spoken words were breathed into
his ear just before the lobe was gently nipped between sharp
teeth.
"Oh shit.. Haven't you... Oh God... Haven't you heard a word I
said?
Krycek groaned as the hand swept round his hip to massage his
hardening flesh, his body melting into the heat of the man
pressed against him. In sudden desperation, Krycek pulled away,
shoving the hand aside and turning to face his tormentor.
"Mulder. I killed your fucking father... I killed..."
"I know."
Krycek's face crumpled at the soft, acceptance in the handsome
face.
"Oh God," he moaned, "what do you want from me?"
"All of you. Every last inch."
Krycek shook his head, slowly, from side to side, murmuring
softly.
"No. I-I don't think I can... I don't know how..."
"You can... and I do."
Mulder stepped back into Krycek's personal space and traced one
finger along the jawline, watching as the long dark lashes
flickered over eyes wet with unshed tears. Stroking across the
now dry lips, Mulder leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss,
hovering over the mouth, tongue skimming the soft surface.
"Mulder."
A sigh caressed him, his name breathed into his own mouth as he
deepened this first kiss, hands reaching up to gently cup the
angelic face. He felt a fine trembling beneath his finger tips,
his mouth parting from the sensuous lips to kiss away the frown
of uncertainty that creased between the wide- spaced, lust-
darkened eyes. With gentle movements, Mulder petted Krycek as if
he were a frightened deer ready to take flight. With deft
movements he eased open the jeans, pushing them down the narrow
hips until they dropped of their own accord then slowly lowered
himself to his knees, worshipping every inch of the exposed flesh
with his mouth and tongue until he reached his destination.
With hands lightly grasping Krycek's hips, Mulder began to lick
the tumescent flesh, tracing the path of the thick vein from root
to head. His tongue teased into the slit, eliciting a gasp from
above. In his peripheral vision he could see Krycek clenching and
unclenching his fist as the man fought the temptation to grab
Mulder's head and force that mouth harder against him. Mulder
knew just what to do to take away the last vestiges of control
from the man above him. He opened his lips wide and swallowed
Krycek's hardened flesh, teeth grazing along the length, hearing
Krycek cry out as he was sucked into the heat of Mulder's mouth.
It did not take long.
"Mulder....? Mulder...? Stop...! I... I'm..."
Mulder held on tight as Krycek tried to pull away, swallowing
quickly with each pulse of fluid. He felt Krycek's weight bear
down upon him, felt the knees start to buckle and manoeuvred Alex
until he could let him sink down onto the couch. With swift, sure
movements Mulder covered the satiated body with his own, rubbing
his own still- hard erection against the spent body. With just a
few more thrusts he tensed, gasping out his own release as his
seed pulsed between their tight- pressed bodies.
Mulder shifted his weight and collapsed with a sigh next to his
lover. They remained that way for a long time, seated quietly
side-by-side, lost in their own inner thoughts.
Eventually, Mulder smiled and reached out to lay his hand
possessively upon the firmly muscled thigh. He hadn't expected it
to be so good; hadn't expected Alex to respond so easily. Hell.
He hadn't meant to try and seduce the man in the first place.
What was it Krycek had said 'This some new game of yours?'. Yes.
It had started out as a game; a new way to antagonise his
'enemy'. A way to regain the upper hand after being found in such
an embarrassing situation but, on reflection, he wasn't sure who
had won. From the contented smile toying about the relaxed face
Mulder wondered whether they had both come out on top in this
round.
The smile became a grin. Solitary pleasure had its advantages but
the feel of another body pressed so tightly against his own was
so much more exciting. Perhaps a rematch was in order.
His hand began to gently massage the firm muscle, gradually
dipping to stroke the soft inner thigh. A creak of old leather
told him Krycek had turned his head to face him. For a long time
there was silence and then a soft, husky voice reached him.
"You really are a bastard, Mulder."
"I know."
Solitary Pleasure
by Tarlan
"Masturbation will make you go blind, Mulder."
