Oh God, it was full of the stuff, noodles soggy, sauce
reminding Ricky
Ricky managed a smile and took the plate. He said, "Thanks,
boss. I was, uh, saving it for my seconds."
Scalli stood there beaming at him and Ricky knew he had to
take a bite or the Commish would never leave long enough for
him to dispose of the repulsive substance. Ricky picked up his
fork and reminded his brain and his taste buds that he was a
brave cop who could face any horror. Stan roared across the
room and yelled, "Can it, Ricky, we got a disturbance at the
Hilton...the manager says that the guys won't answer the door
and the hotel security won't chance it on Christmas Eve."
Disturbance, hmm, nice hotel for it, he had never stayed at
the Hilton although he had once splurged on the Holiday Inn for
his one trip to
Ricky Caruso ran up the stairs toward the room, leaving Stan
and the hotel manager far behind. He heard someone groaning
and a different voice cursing. He rammed his shoulder in the
doorway with his gun ready. Ricky lit up like a porch light.
There were two men on the bed. The one doing the groaning
was the guy on the bottom. Ricky saw black denim jeans
dangling off one long leg while the other one was totally naked.
Both legs were draped over the other man's back. He couldn't
see a face on either man, just mostly the guy on top, flexing
his muscles as he pushed in and out of the ass of the other
one.
Ricky took a look around at the overturned furniture, part of
a ripped tee shirt, an overturned room service tray, and then,
he spotted the gun next to the top man's hand. The guy's ass
pumped faster; his muscles bunching hard and harder until he
yelled, "Krycek! Alex!", obviously coming.
Ricky conquered his fascination and dread to yell, "Freeze"
Top man groaned, "Oh, no."
Bottom man did not seem too upset despite the rape
implications of the scene. He growled in a strangely familiar
voice, "Busted, Mulder!"
Stan had arrived and he edged immediately around to collect
the top man's gun. He looked down with a bland, "Sir, are you
all right?" then, his voice hit a high octave and he yelled,
"Ricky, better look at this guy. Hey, move your ass."
The man on top moved, rolling over with fingers holding a
condom on. Ricky now faced a dark haired, green eyed, slightly
older version of his own face. The rape victim was panting,
but he didn't look in the least bit distressed or ashamed. The
most notable difference between Ricky and him was a smooth
plastic arm, substituting for the real thing. The guy spotted
Ricky and remarked, "Just, fucking great, I didn't know they
cloned me. Mulder, look, I have a baby twin brother."
Mulder, the rapist or what ever, said, "Krycek, shut up, I'm
dying of embarrassment. You could have just quietly
submitted. You come every time I do that to you."
Krycek painted a line of cum suggestively down his belly,
making Stan look like he wanted to puke. Krycek was as
relaxed as if he was observed naked every day. Ricky didn't
count one leg of a black pair of jeans, one black sock, and the
ragged neckband of a white tee shirt as clothing. Krycek also
seemed nonchalant about the prosthetic limb that replaced his
left arm. He moved his right hand up to explore a red line of
tooth-marks around his left nipple and some scratches on his
shoulder.
Stan asked, "So what's the deal? Who are you two clowns?"
Jabbing a finger at the one that looked like Ricky, he asked,
"So is this some stupid sex game or should I call for a rape
team?"
Krycek turned his eyes on the other man speculatively. He
asked, "So what is it, Mulder? Am I your rape victim or your
lover? You call it?"
"Fuck!" Mulder yelled and he tried to leap on Krycek again
until Stan hauled him off.
Krycek was staring at Ricky, an intelligent evaluating
expression in his eyes. "You know you were adopted, kid?" he
asked
Ricky said, "I am not! Just because we look a little alike,
doesn't mean that we are at all alike. For one thing, I like
woman, not guys."
Krycek grinned and said, "Then they did a lousy job with your
hormones during gestation. I go all ways. In fact, you're kind
of cute kid, in an undeveloped way, you know."
The other man sat up and took a good look. He remarked,
"Oh, my God, a baby Krycek!"
Ricky tried to collect his shattered dignity and said, "I'm
Officer Caruso."
Mulder said, "That's right, I was, uh, going to arrest Krycek
and, and..."
Krycek drawled, "And he has this interesting way of doing a
body cavity search."
Stan laughed and Mulder glared. "Can I go in the bathroom and
get my clothes on?"
Krycek said, "Ohhh, must you? Hey, the kid might secretly
like the view."
Ricky wondered if anyone found him as obnoxious as he was
finding his double. Still, it bothered him that a fellow law
enforcement agent had abused his power to rape a prisoner or
whatever these two nuts had been actually doing, since, Ricky
had concluded it was a sex game. Ricky dressed his face in a
sympathetic expression and went to help his double. He said,
"Sir, uh, Krycek?"
"Alex Krycek" the man said, holding out his hand. Ricky shook
it automatically and then realized that Krycek still had cum on
his hand. He stared at his besmirched hand. Krycek glanced at
his palm and licked it, saying, "Mmm, Mulder." Ricky ran to the
bathroom to wash, passing Mulder who was on his way out with
a washcloth, presumably, for the object of his lust.
Ricky came back and Stan was on the phone to the
commissioner who said to bring both men in for questioning.
Krycek finally said that he was not filing rape charges; it was
a lover's quarrel. Mulder explained at length to the
Commissioner Scalli exactly how evil and powerful this Alex
Krycek character was. Krycek just sat in the chair, looking
innocent. The commissioner kept looking back and forth
between Krycek and Ricky. He said, "You have any long lost
brothers, Caruso?"
"No," Ricky said, "Look, they were committing a public
indecency."
Krycek snickered and said, "The walls were thin in that
room, but I don't think you can call it public. Look, just chalk it
up to a loud lover's quarrel. Nobody got hurt."
Commissioner Scalli wrinkled his baby round face in a scowl
and then decreed "Book them both for a public disturbance
while I make some calls."
The two men were hauled away still bickering so intensely
that they might as well be the only two people in the station.
Ricky said to the Commissioner, "I sure hope I'm not related to that guy."
Scalli smiled at him and said, "Don't worry about it, Ricky.
Now, scoot and get your paperwork done."
Scalli wandered over and told Ricky, "I reached some guy
named Kersh. He says we may or may not have Mulder. The
man is supposedly waiting psychiatric evaluation in a hospital."
After he finished his report, Ricky couldn't resist another
look at his older counterpart. He greeted the jailer and went
on down the line. He couldn't believe it after all that yelling and
shoving, the two men were necking on the lower bunk, going at
it, hotly and heavily too. Their jail uniforms were mostly open
to admit feverishly roaming hands. Ricky yelled, "Stop that."
The men leisurely separated and his double looked at him
with an annoyed expression, "What?"
Ricky declared, "You are disgusting."
Ricky marched down the corridor and demanded that the
jailer move Krycek to a separate cell. Lumpy Corbell said, "Be
sure and tell me what cell he's in." He dangled the keys and a
form from his fat hand.
Ricky indigently marched back and ordered, "Get out of that
cell. You are going in solitary for your own protection,
Krycek."
His double snickered and made a show of kissing Mulder
good-bye. Ricky had decided that a trained FBI agent, even one
disowned by his organization and headed for a psychiatric
evaluation was more dangerous then a flirtatious one armed
something or other. Krycek seemed docile enough. One
moment he was turning around to be cuffed and the next,
Ricky was gagged and cuffed.
Mulder protested, "I can't break out of jail. I'm an FBI agent."
Krycek said, "You don't break out of jail, your career is so
dead we may as well buy a coffin for your badge." The man
grinned at Ricky and said, "Hey, Mulder, how would you like me
in a cute blue uniform?"
Ricky squealed under the gag and tried to fight, but soon he
was in his underwear and Krycek was in his uniform. Mulder
said, "Just keep to the shadows, Krycek, and smile. You look
younger when you smile."
Krycek grinned and leaned over Ricky to kiss Mulder on the
lips. He said,
Ricky wanted to crawl in a hole and die. He was wearing a gag
gift from a departed girl friend, a shiny green thong that was
supposed to match his eyes. He was overdue for a trip to the
Laundromat. The two men helped him into the jail coverall. He
couldn't believe no one noticed them as Krycek marched them
onto the elevator. Krycek and Mulder necked some more on
the elevator and then Krycek said, "You baby-sit the kid and
I'll go get our clothes and erase all the evidence of this side
trip."
Ricky sat in the confiscated car and chewed on the gag.
Mulder was looking at him with a turned-on expression. He
said, "Alex looked like you, not so apple cheeked, but cute.
Damn, I thought he was the sweetest thing in a Sears suit."
Ricky shuddered and devotedly hoped that Krycek would
come back before the horny FBI agent needed his next fix of
gay sex. Krycek returned grinning and said, "All taken care
of."
Mulder grunted and said, "Thanks, Krycek. Now what do we do
with your cute little clone?"
Krycek said, "He just took vacation to visit a sick friend. I
want to investigate his background. I'd swear he was a clone,
but I guess my parents might have given up a kid or
something."
Ricky remembered his father's friend who made puppets.
They had a couple they called "Punch and Judy". They were
always fighting. Riding in between the two men who had
kidnapped him was like being the middleman in the puppet
show. Mulder had a spoiled, pouting attitude that begged for a
hard spanking, although the guy would enjoy it too much to
make it worthwhile. Krycek, on the other hand was lippy and
sarcastic. He seemed to love to incite Mulder one-way or the
other.
Ricky was about to scream as they passed through a tunnel
and were stalled in traffic. Apparently, the darkness was a
signal to grope and some one's hand found the wrong lap.
Ricky yelled, "Knock that off! It's me. It's Caruso, you pervert."
Mulder's voice remarked, "Krycek, he feels exactly like you!
Check it out."
Ricky's voice went up an octave as Krycek's right hand
thoroughly groped him. "Hey, he does." Exclaimed Krycek back.
Ricky said, "Would you just leave me alone?"
"His voice goes all squeaky the way yours does when you're
upset too." Mulder observed.
"Ouch!" yelled Ricky as a misdirected blow from Krycek hit
him. This was the kidnapping from hell. He hoped that these
two got sentenced to a hundred years in a cell with a
plexi-glass window separating them so they could look, but not
touch or hit.
And so it went, argue, smooch, and cuddle in cascading
patterns as they drove out of the city and took increasingly
more rural roads.
Ricky fell asleep after lunch. He woke up smelling leather,
musk, and an exciting odor like a wild animal had crept into the
car. His nose twitched and Mulder said, "Ah, he's waking up. He
looked so cute sleeping on your shoulder. Kind of like a baby
tiger on his mama's tit."
Krycek said, "Huh, my tit would be only the first thing that
he'd suck on."
Mulder snickered and said, "You want to screw yourself?
Knew you were conceited!"
Ricky sat up and shouted, "No one is screwing me!"
Krycek said, "Chill, I don't need to force myself on you. I only
force myself on Mulder and visa-versa; plenty of visa versa."
The two men had arrived at a tall fence. Krycek got out,
worked the lock and the gates swung open. They drove down a
long narrow road, lined with pines and arrived at a substantial
cabin. Krycek said, "See, I told you it was nice. Hell, even
Spender didn't know about this."
"Just exactly why was your "Friend" so fond of you?" asked
Mulder.
Krycek kissed him and said, "You know there's no one, but
you. Hey,
Mulder said, "No way, I'd break my back." He grabbed Ricky
and said, "Come on, kid. Let's get inside.
It was hard to believe a place that big only had one bedroom,
but so Krycek claimed. Ricky was handcuffed to a brass day
bed while the two men put the place in living order. They
disappeared into the bathroom and returned with Mulder
chasing Krycek until they tumbled on the bed. Mulder was on
top, pinning Ricky's double down and kissing him as if trying to
perform some miracle surgery with his tongue. A wet towel
flew out from between them and landed on Ricky's chest.
Ricky tried clearing his throat to remind them he was present,
but that didn't work. He finally yelled, "Hey, can't you cuff me
to some other piece of furniture? Don't you want some
privacy?"
Mulder laughed and asked, "Alex, do you want some privacy?"
Alex said, "I like an audience. You know, gives you reason to
put the verve in your performance."
Mulder said, "One thing I like about you. You're kinky."
Krycek said, "Very, very kinky, Mulder, go down on me now!"
Mulder raised Alex's legs, kissing, licking, and nibbling, like he
was enjoying ice cream. His mouth took Alex and took Alex,
sliding up and down while the other man arched to the point
that he was nearly standing on his head. Ricky looked away,
but he had to stare as a cock that was almost exactly like his
got a blowjob that looked like a hall of deep throat nominee.
Mulder stopped short of making Krycek cum. He held the thick
cock tightly in a gently milking fist as he tongued his way
underneath. His tongue strummed the perineum and explored
the underside of the happy cock. Ricky wiggled, getting hard
despite his effort to maintain horrified thoughts. Mulder licked
and sucked his way under until he was rooting around in the
anus. Ricky had heard about that, he was lucky to get head
from his dates. The Italian girls that he dated thought eating
meant something with spices and sauces, not giving your guy
a thrill.
Alex certainly liked the action from his writhing and moaning.
Mulder slowly replaced his tongue with lubricated fingers.
Then, he was shoving his cock inside. Both men were silent for
a moment. Mulder paused with the head of his thick organ
buried, but not much further. Krycek pulled him back down for
a kiss and then they started to move again. For all the
sarcasm and violence, Ricky saw that these two had
something going.
After the two men finished and came back in from a trip to
the bathroom, Ricky said, "I got to go."
Krycek brought him. There was no place to escape and Ricky
hoped he could be alone long enough to get some relief. He
asked, "Can I take a shower?"
Krycek patted his ass and said, "Sure, kid. I even promise I
won't let Mulder peek through the key hole."
Ricky sighed as he got under the hot water and settled on
Marlene, with the big breasts with their long brown tips. Yeah,
think about her on her knees, moaning, her black hair
cascading and her big, red lipstick painted mouth as round as
a fuck doll's. Only as he pulled on himself, working his cock
quicker and harder, he saw instead the hazel-eyed Mulder
replacing Marlene, his sensitive lips surrounding Ricky
greedily...and Ricky came.
Krycek poked his head in the door and left Ricky a pair of
jeans, a tee shirt, and socks. Ricky undertook the delicate
task of zipping sans underwear. He was uncomfortably aware
that the jeans clung like a second skin, the seam pressed in
the cleft of his buttocks and made him feel sleazy.
Ricky sat quietly at the kitchen table, rubbing a scar in the
table with his cuffed hands. Krycek had cooked and Mulder
was carving a roast, which smelled tolerable. Ricky usually
stuck to frozen dinners and take out so he was mildly
impressed. Krycek unlocked him so he could eat which Ricky
appreciated. He was starved. Krycek set a well-filled plate
down and said, "I could hear your stomach growling from
across the room. I remember when I was your age I was
always hungry."
Ricky blushed as Mulder's gaze inventoried him again. Mulder
smiled and said, "I remember it like it was yesterday. If we
didn't stop and eat, you sounded like a car without a muffler."
Ricky tried to guess how old his double was, but he couldn't
tell. He looked good other than the scars and even the
ravages gave him a pirate-like lure. Ricky watched Mulder hand
slide down, rubbing his double's knee. "I remember how sweet
and sexy you seemed."
Alex stared into his lover's eyes and said, "Yeah, I bet seeing
the kid turns you on. No damage on him, no history."
Mulder smiled and said, "But I know he's not my Alex."
Krycek's face beamed at that. He leaned in for a kiss and
ended up straddling his lover's lap. Ricky waited until he was
sure that they were into it and made a dash for the door. It
was locked and a loud alarm made him jump back, covering his
ears with his hands. Krycek soon was there, shaking his head
and said, "Caruso, I may be fuck-blind half the time when I'm
with Mulder, but I am never stupid. The doors are alarmed; the
windows are unbreakable, and only open if you know the code.
Both Mulder and I have been in more hand-to-hand combat
than a babe like you has even seen on TV. Just give it up and
relax. Mulder and I have to hide out here for a while and then,
we will let you go, unharmed, with your cherry if that's the
way you want it. Okay?"
Ricky couldn't meet the green eyes. He looked down and
nodded, saying, "Okay."
Ricky washed dishes under Krycek's watchful eyes. Mulder
dried and put away, stopping to neck when his lover offered.
When that was done, Mulder turned to Krycek and asked,
"What to do? Want to go back to bed?"
"No, it's not good for your digestion, Mulder, so soon after
eating. Let's watch TV. Come on, kid, we'll find something
interesting."
Ricky watched TV. Krycek and Mulder were sprawled on the
couch, Mulder's head in Krycek's lap. They were watching a
Canadian show. Krycek grinned and said, "See that Vic looks
like me, don't you think?"
Mulder said, "He's hot. If that Mac guy had any brains, he'd
dump any hope of that cock-teasing Asian bitch and jump Vic."
"Yeah," said Alex.
Ricky personally thought the Asian woman was very sexy.
He agreed though, those guys sure paid lots of attention to
each other for guys who didn't get along. He watched Alex
feed his lover a kernel of popcorn followed by a chocolate.
Just in case, Mulder couldn't eat the chocolate on his own,
Alex pushed it in with his tongue. God, didn't these guys do
anything except fight and make-out?
Later, Krycek and Mulder were ready for bed, Ricky was sent
in to the bathroom to wash up. Mulder gave him a pair of
boxers in which to sleep, as Alex neither wore underwear or
pajamas. Ricky hurried to the bed and got under the covers,
knowing that he had been totally checked out by Mulder.
Not only were they going to screw again, but; they had to do
it with the light on. Ricky had given up on tuning the men out.
He watched with narrowed eyes. His counterpart was finally
getting on top. He was going down on Mulder with every bit as
much finesse and Mulder was loud about his appreciation.
Ricky wasn't even conscious at first that he was stroking
along with the show until he watched Krycek slide his erection
into Mulder. His cock gave a big jump as if it wanted to leap
over the next bed and give that a try. Krycek froze for a
moment until Mulder demandingly said, "Come on, Alex, give it
to me."
The older version of himself groaned and started to move.
Ricky was surprised to see Mulder was getting off on this as
much as Krycek had done. He moaned and tossed his head,
yelling nonsense when Krycek moved around. Finally, he yelled,
"Alex, Alex! Alex!" in tones of rising ecstasy and Ricky came
right along with him.
Shortly, Krycek finished a clean up that consisted of an all
over tongue wash of Mulder and lay his head on Mulder's
stomach contentedly. He said, "Merry Christmas, Mulder. Now
wasn't that better then breaking into yet another consortium
base? I mean, you see one; you've seen them all."
Ricky flinched and asked, "For what?"
"Christmas. Mulder couldn't sleep last night and went
shopping. We even got a tree. Come on, rise and shine."
Krycek said
There was a tree and presents under it. "What did you get
me, Mulder?"
Mulder said, "Check them out. All monogrammed."
Krycek said, "M loves K, Oh, Mulder." He leaped into his
lover's arms and was thoroughly kissed. When they came up
for air, Krycek handed Mulder a computer disc and said, "I
ripped this out of Spender's safe just for you. Got to have
something good on it." Then with a laugh, he handed Mulder a
wrapped gift. Mulder ripped the package open gleefully and
held up red briefs, trimmed around the flap with white fake
fur.
Mulder promptly volunteered to model, stripping down to
nothing. Ricky closed his legs tightly, scolding his cock for its
prurient interest in the man. Mulder stood there lanky,
scarred, and tummy protruding just a little in contrast to the
heavily muscled legs and arms. He still was as sexy as
anything that Ricky had ever seen.
Krycek piled a stack of gifts in front of Ricky. There were
the boring gifts like briefs, although these were designer ones
that would impress the guys in the locker room. The nice jeans
and soft silk and wool sweater were also from stores beyond
Ricky's budget. He said, "Thanks guys, I guess."
Alex said, "Bought you a new gun too from a friend in town.
Primo papers with it since you're a cop. Right now; it's look
and not touch, but you'll love it later."
Ricky did love it. He could use it as a back up with the SOB
holster that was provided. They had a lovely Christmas
breakfast complete with strawberry waffles and expensive
coffee. After watching several hours of Christmas shows,
Ricky was bored and actually ready for the next show by the
time his captors started to purr and growl again.
Two days later, Ricky thought that he was going to die if he
didn't get laid. He was tired of his own hand yet he found the
sex-crazed pair was constantly arousing him. Ricky lay on his
bed, listening to the men, laughing from the bathroom. He
almost wished he had the nerve to see if they would let him
join into the play.
Krycek came out of the shower and whapped Mulder on the
butt with his wet towel. He said, "Mulder" with the particular
lilt that Ricky learned was the prelude to sex. Well, nearly
everything seemed to be a prelude to sex with these guys.
Krycek put a whine in his voice. Ricky thought, 'Shoot me if I
ever sound like that!'
Krycek said, "Mulder, let's play."
Mulder was in a good mood. He pulled Krycek down and kissed
him long enough for Ricky to speculate that his double must
have gills to be able to breathe. Krycek wiggled out and said,
"No, I want a game first. Something we haven't played yet"
Mulder genially said, "Hey, Ricky, you've been watching. What
have we played so far?"
Ricky was dead bored enough to participate even in this
conversation. He said, "Uh, you played Sultan and harem slave
last night. You wanted to go authentic, but Alex refused to
become a eunuch just for a sex game."
Mulder nodded and said, "Yeah, I was carried away. I wouldn't
have liked it anyway, Alex is good either way and I like
variety."
Ricky said, "And you played AD Skinner and Mulder, AD
Skinner on the balcony with Krycek, and uh, AD Skinner and
Scully. Man, your AD Skinner must be a lot more buff than
Commissioner Scalli."
Both men got goofy grins and nodded. Mulder's grin got
bigger and he retrieved a pair of jail coveralls as well as
Ricky's uniform. "Krycek, we haven't played cop and robbers
yet."
Ricky complained, "That's my best uniform."
Krycek said, "Don't worry, we'll have it dry cleaned."
Ricky sighed and then admitted, "I want to play." Mulder's
eyes lit up and Krycek seemed torn between interest and
jealousy. Ricky corrected, "I mean, just a little role playing. I
always thought about being an actor."
Krycek was already undressing. He stopped and released
Ricky, tossing him the other jail coverall. As soon as Ricky was
in the coverall, Krycek put the handcuffs back on him. Krycek
gave Ricky's ass a squeeze and said, "You can be my cherry
little brother that the bad cop wants to ravish. Don't worry, I'll
surrender my virtue to save you." Krycek fluttered his eyes
lashes at Mulder. Mulder smirked and took off for the
bathroom to put on the uniform.
Krycek arranged a table and three chairs, wiggling his ass
merrily in anticipation. He grinned at Ricky and said, "See, I
told you that you would warm to the spirit of things."
Mulder came in and he looked psychotic. He said, "You two
have pulled your last job. From now on, it's the big time,
babies."
"You!" he roared, grabbing Ricky, "Do you know what's going
to happen when you go up?"
Mulder wrenched back Ricky's hair and kissed him hard. He
was good at it. Oh, man, Ricky felt his cock rising as the
tongue outlined his lips, probed in between and teeth gently
nibbled on his lip. A bead of sweat fell on Ricky's face. Mulder
licked it off. His eyes sparkled and he gently unzipped Ricky's
coverall, drawing it down a few inches and traveling the
distance with his lips, his tongue, and his teeth until he found
Ricky's nipple. Mulder's hand slipped the zipper lower and
reached in, resting on Ricky's sweaty stomach and then diving
down to squeeze Ricky's cock. Ricky was hard, hard, and his
legs were spreading, one of them coming up behind Mulder,
bringing him closer. Just before Ricky slid to the floor, Krycek
finally stepped into role.
Mulder was spun away and Krycek said, "You can't fuck Ricky.
He's just a kid. You got to have it; you get it from me!"
Mulder slapped Krycek, not really acting, the blow was solid
and Krycek's lip had a fleck of blood. "You slut!" Mulder
growled. Then, "you beautiful slut," The coverall zipper was
roughly ripped down, Krycek was slammed against the table,
and Ricky's uniform shirt was tossed back at him. The
trousers hit the floor and Mulder stepped out of them. Ricky
was closer now then he had been before. He could smell their
arousal; their groans tormented him. Mulder pressed Krycek
down, held the toned ass open as he one-handedly put on a
condom. Mulder's cock fascinated Ricky. It was so shiny and
the veins in it writhed. Mulder moaned as he stroked the
condom down over the wet flesh of his erection. Ricky could
see the beads of fluid against the taut covering. Mulder lubed
the condom and then slid home, not bothering with elaborate
preparations and teasing this time. Krycek groaned, but it
didn't sound like pain.
Ricky slipped his coverall down in preparation for jacking off,
but Krycek lashed out and held his hand away. "You just wait,
kid. Got something better if you do." Ricky nodded and
watched. He concentrated on not coming; wondering which
one would suck him. He clenched and loosened his ass cheeks,
not quite ready for that, but curious. Ricky watched Mulder's
cock slip in and out of Krycek, who gripped the table. It must
have hurt to feel that weight slamming into you against the
unyielding surface, but Krycek had his eyes closed and his
mouth open as he moaned Mulder's name like an incantation.
His hand kept diving for his groin then he would lose his
balance. Ricky rationalized he was just keeping his kidnapper
sweet tempered. He moved closer and closed his hand around
Krycek's cock.
Krycek gasped in surprise then ducked his head to kiss Ricky
on the lips.
Feeling disappointed, Ricky slid his zipper down again. "Oh, no
you don't." Mulder's implacable voice scolded.
"Yeah, little brother let us give you a sweet Christmas
present." Krycek said, kneeling and sliding down the orange
coverall. Mulder also fell to his knees.
Ricky spread his legs as widely as he could and nearly drilled
a hole in his chest as he bent his chin into it so he could see
his cock sliding into the image of his own face. Alex's face
wore a cat smirk as he grinned around Ricky's erection. His
cock was allowed to slip wetly out to be taken into Mulder's
mouth, swallowed down with Mulder's throat working around it.
The brief tussle at the feeding place almost knocked him out
of the chair until Krycek decided to wrestle lower and devote
his talents to Ricky's balls. Ricky clenched his hands on the
chair, trying to hold off, but he couldn't after all the teasing.
He shot his load into Mulder's mouth as Krycek jumped up to
kiss Ricky's scream silent.
Ricky confessed after he caught his breath. "I wanted more."
Tenderly, Krycek said, "Of course, you did. Our breed always
does. Come here. You want to go to bed with us?"
Ricky nodded and he let himself be led into the bedroom and
spread out like a feast. "I was pretty like this, wasn't I,
Mulder?" Krycek observed, kneeling on the bed to stroke, of all
things, Ricky's left arm. Ricky swallowed hard as Alex took his
fingers and sucked on them, one at a time. He wanted to say
that he was sorry, but he had the feeling that would be the
wrong thing.
"Yeah, you used to be pretty." Mulder remarked. Ricky saw
the hurt in
Two heads bent over Ricky. A tongue traced under his chin,
tickling and tantalizing. A mouth sucked and slurped in circles
down to his shoulder.
Mulder said, "Okay, no problem, I wasn't trying for it anyway.
Just lay back like a good boy."
Alex chimed in, "A good little bad boy. Mulder's great at this."
Ricky felt the long nose sliding after the mouth until he was
upended, legs resting over Mulder's shoulders. Mulder's hands
held his ass open and Ricky tensed before falling back against
Alex. Krycek's one hand caressed and tugged at Ricky's
nipples while his mouth nuzzled and kissed. Ricky shivered as
he felt a small intrusion. It scared him when a finger followed,
but then, he nearly had a convulsion as the finger rubbed
inside of him. Mulder slid a condom over Ricky. He was
reaching back, fingers doing something and Ricky realized
what the man intended. Alex's rough, sexy voice said, "Take it,
Ricky, just take it. He's the best you'll ever have." Mulder slid
down on him and Alex whispered, "Just for you, just for
Christmas. Because he's mine, you know. Mine."
Ricky felt Alex's hand tighten on him and he said, "Yeah, he
loves you. Anyone can see that."
Alex smiled beautifully and he kissed Ricky again. Mulder's
body was a heated thing surrounding Ricky; he slid faster, held
off with the head of Ricky's cock just barely in him until Ricky
was cursing and begging, his hips thrusting, trying to connect
solidly. When Ricky was about to weep from frustration,
Mulder grinned and begin a rapid movement that made Ricky
arch, his body nearly doubled. He came, feeling the universe
dissolve.
Afterwards, Ricky let them clean him up like a baby. He
snuggled his face into Krycek's shoulder and felt Mulder trying
to hold them both. Ricky sighed, wishing there was really room
in the relationship for another, but he knew that was only a
dream. Ricky felt Alex's hand brush his hair back. 'Next year,
kid? You want us to get you next year?"
And Ricky prayerfully answered, "Oh, yeah..."
Cops, Double Agents, and the FBI
by Ursula
Commissioner Scalli purposefully made his way across the
room with a paper plate full of the deadly linguini. His chubby,
pink cheeks were stretched in a grin as he said, "There you
are, Ricky! I saw that your hands were too full to carry an
extra plate so I thought that I would bring you this..."
Caruso of bile and he was going to have to eat it because Tony
Scalli was standing right there, just smothering in niceness
and Christmas spirit. Ricky had volunteered last year to work
this shift as he hadn't made a date and he didn't have family
since his Mom and dad died. He had been surprised at the
unexpected banquet and cheered by the company at the
station. Commissioner Scalli was really a good guy when he
wasn't biting your butt off, but he was the world's worst cook.
Ricky shoved the linguini plate at Scalli and said, "Too bad, I
hate to waste it. Finish it for me, please."
Disneyland. He liked the look of the place, all prim and proper
with antiques all over the place and those dark, boring
pictures that just say class. The dithering manager handed
Ricky keys and said, Room "42"
Stan said, "One of these guys is an FBI agent." He was holding
up a badge and an ID. Stan pointed at the lighter haired man
and said, "That one, he's Fox Mulder, Special Agent."
"Mmm, my Mulder." He took a quick look at Ricky and said,
"Nice underwear, kid. Don't wiggle too much, you're already
slipping right out of it."
Mulder, carry me over the threshold!"
Ricky woke up in the morning, grimacing at the dried crud on
his belly.
Krycek came over and sat on his bed. He grinned and said,
"You ready, kid?"
Krycek demanded, then he said, "Oh, nipple clamps, with gold
chains, that's classy, Mulder and, a new earring..."
Krycek's cock did feel just like Ricky's cock. Ricky closed his
eyes, concentrating on the sensations, finding by touch the
ways and places that he liked to be touched. It seemed to
work. Krycek tumbled over the edge, crying his delight. Mulder
followed his lover instantly. Mulder lay his face against Alex's
back, face slack before pulling Alex to his feet, spinning him
around to kiss him again, bending into him, the two nearly
dissolving into one.
Alex's eyes until Mulder softly added, "Now, you're beautiful,
my Alex." He tugged on the nipple clamps until Alex moaned
for him.
Three hands traced every part of him until he wanted to laugh
and scream. Alex slid next to him on the bed as Mulder
crouched between his legs. Ricky cautioned, "Not yet, I mean,
I'm not ready for that, to be fucked."
The end
