Title: Sweet Night
Author: Natasha
Email: natasha@kyxar.fr
Fandom: X-Files
Rating: NC17, slash m/m
Archive: yes
Pairing: Krycek/Skinner with a bit of help from Mulder
Disclaimer: all XFiles things belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen and Fox.
Spoiler: Tugunska
Summary: Takes place during Tugunska, when Mulder brings Krycek to Skinner's
place at the Crystal Tower, before their trip to Russia. Skinner decides
that he could have more fun with Krycek in his bed rather than on his
balcony. Mulder gives him a helping hand.
Warning: slash m/m, light BDSM and spanking.
Thanks to Nikki my beta-reader
Alex Krycek was beginning to think he entered his worst nightmare. It began
when Mulder brought him to Skinner's. As a greeting, the A.D. had punched
him hard in the stomach, making Krycek fall on his knees under the pain.
Then the bigger man had thrown him like a garbage sac on the balcony.
As soon as Skinner closed the French doors, Krycek began to shake. It was
icy outside and Krycek wondered how long he could stand the cold. He tried
to get as comfortable as he could on the frozen floor but halted when he saw
Skinner heading his way. Krycek swallowed. His stomach was still hurting
after the hard punch the A.D. had given him and he wasn't ready for another
session.
Skinner opened the doors and leaned against the wall, obviously unaware of
the icy wind.
"So, Krycek, enjoying yourself?" he asked in a mocking tone.
Krycek thought it wiser to stay silent. Skinner smiled more.
"I just thought how stupid it was to leave you here. You could have some
use, after all."
Krycek blinked. He wasn't sure he understood. Skinner probably wanted some
piece of information he thought Krycek had. The young man sighed silently.
It was going to be a long night. Skinner seemed to enjoy using him as a
punching bag.
The A.D. grabbed Krycek's wrist and unlocked the handcuffs then lead him to
his bedroom. Krycek was so frozen he was shivering even in the warm air of
the A.D. bedroom. He looked around him. Apart from a huge bed, a nightstand
and a wall-closet, the room was empty. At least, the A.D. had good taste in
furniture, sober and minimalist, but warm and cozy.
"Well," Skinner said, "let me explain to you the rules of the game. You do
what I say and you'll survive until tomorrow morning."
"What do you want to know?" Krycek snorted. He knew he had to keep his mouth
shut. If he said too much, some more dangerous enemies would show no mercy.
The doorbell rang and Krycek jumped a little. A few seconds later Fox Mulder
was entering the bedroom.
"My, it seems this weekend is going to be interesting, after all," the agent
commented with a mocking smile.
Krycek swallowed. Skinner hadn't mention that Mulder will be part of the
process.
"Mulder is going to help me teach you a lesson," Skinner commented.
'The A lesson?' Krycek thought, wondering what the A.D. had in mind.
Suddenly he wasn't sure why he was here.
Skinner paused, then ordered, "Undress!"
Krycek froze, a stunned look on his face. "What?" he asked in spite of
himself.
Skinner sighed. "It seems you need a bit of explanation, Alex. Here, for the
next few hours, you're a slave, and we're your masters. Everything we order
you to do, when we order you to do it. Each time you disobey, you'll be
spanked."
Krycek looked at him in disbelief. He expected an interregation not a
sado-maso trip!
"I order you for the second and last time," Skinner resumed. "Undress. Take
off your tee-shirt and pull down your pants."
Krycek would have never guessed Skinner was into that kind of game. In spite
of himself he felt blood rushing to his cheeks. He decided it was better to
obey so he slowly removed his tee shirt and unfastened his fly. He pulled
down his pants and boxers with slightly shaking hands. He noticed that
Skinner was watching him and he felt uncomfortable. He didn't mind showing
his dick to another man, but the warm air brushing against his puckered
opening made him totally vulnerable.
"Now stand still, legs parted and arms crossed behind your head," Skinner
ordered.
The A.D. walked around him slowly, running a casual hand on Alex's back. "We
own you, Alex. Body and soul. You can't protest. You can't talk. You can
only answer. Do you understand?"
Krycek didn't reply. Skinner sighed.
"You already deserve a spank, Alex. Do I have to add another one to the
program?"
"No, Sir," Krycek answered in a hoarse voice.
"Good. So do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Very good. I guess it's not your first time."
Alex Krycek would have preferred death than to admit he had never slept with
a man.
*=*=*=*=*=
Skinner patted his back then his hand slid to Krycek's ass and the other man
tensed. Mulder was in front of him and ran a hand on Krycek's torso, teasing
his nipples, before taking hold of his cock.
"He's nicely endowed," he noticed casually. He fondled his balls. "It fits
my hand so perfectly."
Krycek took a deep breath. Humiliation washed through him as well as a deep
anger. Right now he knew he'd better obey. He knew what was going on. First
a few spanks then a hard fuck. He could stand that. He had never slept with
a man, but he had observed that kind of game enough to know what to expect.
He would survive. And one day he would have both of them in hand and he
would make them pay.
Mulder went out of the room for a few minutes and came back with a single
ice cube in his hand. He gave a mocking smile to Krycek and brushed the ice
cube against the other man's nipples. Krycek started. His nipples were a
very sensitive part of his anatomy. Mulder laughed and repeated the motion
again and again until Krycek's nipples turned into hard buds. Mulder opened
a bag that was on the bed and took something Krycek didn't identify at
first.
"Nipple clamps, Alex," Mulder said, putting the little claws on Krycek's
nipples.
The younger man bit his lower lip under the slight pain. Mulder laughed
again and took leather straps from the bag. He showed them to Krycek.
"This is going to fit your cock and balls nicely."
He bent over a bit and took hold of Krycek's genitals, quickly fastening the
leather around them. Krycek didn't understand. It didn't hurt.
"You'll understand soon," Mulder promised.
Skinner watched the entire scene from the bed, arms crossed, with an
expressionless face.
"Now it's time for your spanking," he suddenly said. "Do you know why you
deserve to be spanked?"
Krycek frowned then said in a low voice, "Because I'm a naughty boy." he
tried. "Sir," he added quickly.
"Good," Skinner only said. "Come here, and kneel."
Krycek took a deep breath. He was aware of Mulder taking a paddle in the bag
and he felt a lump in his throat. He knelt in front of the A.D. who showed
him the paddle.
"Kiss it," Skinner ordered.
Krycek felt blood rushing to his cheeks as he bent his head and kissed the
paddle.
"Now lean across my lap."
The younger man moved clumsily on Skinner's lap. Skinner helped him into
place, and ordered him to cross his arms behind his head again. Krycek
obeyed. Mulder sat down on the bed near his boss, casually patting Krycek's
tight ass. Nothing happened at first and Krycek felt humiliation take root
deeply in him. Being bare-bottomed, spread on the lap of his former-boss,
with his worst enemy watching him and laughing, was more than he could bear.
Humiliation went through him. At the same time, to his surprise, he felt a
shiver of arousal go through his vulnerable body.
He was so surprised he jumped out of his skin when a warm large hand patted
his exposed ass.
"Such a beautiful ass," Skinner noticed. "It's a pity I have to mark it!"
Krycek was glad they couldn't see his face, which was red with
embarrassment. He felt something weird in his lower stomach. Now he was
nearly mentally begging for the spank. At least it would calm down that
strange arousal he felt.
"Get ready," Skinner said while patting Krycek's ass a last time. "Fifteen
blows. Five with the hand, ten with the paddle."
Krycek tensed all his muscles and kept his eyes open. He knew that if he
closed his eyes, lacking of one sense, the pain would be worse. The first
time Skinner's hand hit his bare ass he smiled. If that stroke was the
actual spanking, he wouldn't suffer that much. The second one was a bit
harder, though, on his other asscheek. The third one hit his right asscheek
again and this time he winced in slight pain. After the five blows, he kept
thinking he could handle this easily.
"Now the paddle," Skinner said casually.
The first blow with the paddle made Krycek cry out as a sharp pain hit his
ass. He bit hard on his lower lip. He wouldn't give these bastards the
pleasure of hearing him suffer. Skinner took his time hitting him, waiting
between each blow so that Krycek fully felt the pain. When the young man
thought he couldn't take more without screaming aloud, he felt the A.D.
slowly rubbing the side of the paddle over his crack. At the same
time,Mulder's hand cupped his genitals and gently stroked them. Despite his
resolutions, Krycek moaned and his cock grew harder. He understood the trap
of the leather straps Mulder had put on him earlier. Along with the
cockring, it would prevent his member to grow to full length as his arousal
was growing. And this, was painful.
Mulder left him and the paddle hit his ass again. This time, the sharp pain
was mixed with arousal and Krycek felt weird. The paddle was sending shivers
in his cock and the young man felt more and more aroused at each blow.
Skinner suddenly stopped the spanking, patting Krycek's ass with gentle
circles. Mulder took care of his shoes and socks then took off Krycek's
pants.
"You'll be better like that," he said, stroking Krycek's thighs.
"You may have a bit of rest," Skinner said. "Kneel beside me and put your
head on my lap."
Krycek obeyed, glad to relax his sore muscles. He locked his eyes on the
ground, not wanting to meet his tormentors' mocking gazes. As soon as he was
comfortable, Mulder moved behind him and made him part his legs. Krycek
briefly closed his eyes. Like this, he was vulnerable to Mulder's fingers.
He felt the other man's fist wrapping around his semi-hard cock and pumping
lightly on it.
"Tell me, Alex," Skinner asked suddenly, "how many male lovers did you have
before today?"
Krycek sighed. He knew he was caught. Something in his behavior must have
told them he was inexperienced. He looked for a way to avoid the question.
Skinner resumed, "I don't really mind, Alex. It's for you, after all. If I
fuck you like I plan to, and if you're a virgin, you'll end up in hospital
with internal injuries. If you tell me the truth, I'll take some care with
you. So how many male lovers did you have, Alex?"
"Including you?" Krycek asked.
"Yes."
"One."
Mulder laughed mocklingly, "I can't believe it! Alex Krycek is a nice boy
who never took a cock up his ass!"
Krycek's cheeks turned red with humiliation when he heard Skinner's laugh
join the FBI agent's.
"It's going to be fun to initiate him," the A.D. commented. "Get up, Alex,
and stand where you were before. Same position."
Krycek slowly got up to his feet and walked in the middle of the bedroom. He
stood there, legs slightly parted, hands behind his head, his eyes
unfocused. He was aware of his semi-hard cock. He wondered why he was that
aroused. He should be humiliated. He was, indeed. It was like humiliation
was part of the arousal. It was like his deepest wet dream had become true.
He blushed when he understood that he enjoyed being naked and humiliated in
front of both men he hated.
Human spirit was something really weird.
His cock hardened more when Mulder took place in front of him, and ran both
of his hands over Krycek's torso in long, sensuous strokes, ending at his
groin. Then Mulder knelt, and began to tease Krycek's leather-strapped cock
with his nimble tongue, licking the tip until Krycek cried in pain and
pleasure. His cock was now confined into the leather and the cockring and it
was hurting, preventing him to reach full size. Mulder got up and smiled
again.
"You're really a slut, Alex," he commented casually.
Krycek couldn't reply. Eyes half-closed, he was trying to catch his breath.
The desire in his balls was unbearable. He badly wanted to come.
"Bend over and put your hands on your knees," Skinner ordered suddenly.
Krycek looked at him then obeyed. He guessed what was going to happen next
and his arousal grew again. He saw the A.D. coating his fingers with lube
and he swallowed. He had never experienced that and he was eager to find out
about it. He forgot his pride. He forgot he hated both men. He just wanted
Skinner's fingers up his ass. He felt the tip of the older man's fingers
probing his entrance and he relaxed his puckered opening. Skinner's
forefinger forced his way into Krycek's ass slowly, and the younger man bit
his lower lip in excitement. The sensation was incredible. A second finger
joined the first, scissoring his tight channel, and Krycek involuntarily
bucked against Skinner's fingers.
"Seems he enjoys that," Mulder commented, groping Krycek's balls.
A third finger entered Krycek's ass and this time the young man couldn't
help but moan both in pain and pleasure. Too soon the fingers withdrew.
Krycek's cock was painfully hard in the restrains and he was panting in
desire.
"Kneel," Skinner ordered.
Krycek slid to his knees. He was aware his skin was flushed. He looked at
the A.D. stripping off his pants and boxers, revealing a huge hard-on.
Krycek swallowed, wondering how he could take this huge missile up his ass.
Mulder saw his expression and smiled, "Don't worry, Alex. Walter knows how
to deflower you without pain."
At this word, the younger man felt his cock harden more. He became aware he
wanted Skinner to penetrate him, to fill him, to mark him with his semen. He
felt suddenly female. He wanted Skinner's domination.
"Kiss it," Skinner said, tossing his shirt on an armchair, offering his cock
to Krycek's mouth.
Naked, as he was, to Krycek's eyes, the epitome of maleness. The A.D.'s body
was perfect, a mass of hard muscles and perfect proportions. Krycek took the
other man's cock in his hands and kissed it almost respectfully.
"Suck," Skinner ordered next in a hoarse voice.
Krycek ran his tongue on the hard shaft, enjoying the musky scent and taste
that filled his mouth. He repeated the motion, licking it like a
lollypop,before taking the tip in his mouth.
Skinner framed Krycek's face with his hands without roughness, "Keep your
mouth open. Don't swallow and don't gag. Breath slowly."
Krycek obeyed, guessing what the older man had in mind. He took a deep
breath. Skinner slowly entered his mouth and Krycek fought his gag reflex
when the big shaft teased his throat. He relaxed his throat muscles, letting
the hard cock fill him more, even licking it tentatively.
"That's a good boy," Skinner said, thrusting very slowly into Krycek's
mouth, letting the younger man breath between the thrusts.
Krycek moaned. His own cock was painful.
"Don't you dare come now," Skinner ordered, withdrawing. He gave Krycek a
tube of lube. The younger man opened the cap and poured a generous amount of
transparent substance on his fingers then coated the A.D.'s cock
slowly,noticing it was leaking. He was deeply aroused.
"Mulder, take off the stuff," Skinner said.
Mulder made the other man get up to his feet and gently removed the nipple
clamps, then rubbed his fingers against the sore buds. He removed the
leather straps and the cockring from Krycek's genitals and the younger man
moaned in relief. His cock immediately grew full length and Mulder took hold
of his balls, giving a gentle pressure that eased a bit Krycek's arousal.
"Now lie down on the bed, on your back, knees at your chest," Skinner said.
"Don't come until I tell you."
Krycek eagerly obeyed, sliding in a fluid movement on the opened bed,
bending his knees, offering his vulnerable opening to Skinner's lust. He
crossed his arms behind his head and licked his lips. Skinner knelt between
Krycek's open legs and the young man closed his eyes a brief time. He was
beyond pride and reasoning. He only wanted to be fucked hard and deep. He
knew this was going to be good.
Skinner brushed the tip of his leaking shaft against Krycek's lubed
opening,then taking hold of himself, pushed the first inch of his erected
cock into the younger man's tight channel. Krycek felt a brief pain when the
huge shaft forced past the ring of muscles, but soon the sensation of
Skinner's cock sliding inside him was too pleasurable and he began to moan,
pushing himself against Skinner's hips.
"If I'd known he was so sensuous," Mulder whispered, "I'd have initiate him
sooner!"
Skinner smiled. "Make him suck you, Fox. You're so hard it must be painful."
Mulder smiled and opened his fly, showing his engorged cock to Krycek. The
younger man didn't have to be asked twice and he opened his mouth, wrapping
his lips around the pulsing shaft, licking on the tip. He remembered how
girls used to proceed with him and he mimicked the motion, aware of
Skinner's cock thrusting hard and deep in him now, hitting his prostate,
driving him crazy.
"He likes this!" Mulder exclaimed, framing the younger man's face with his
hands, fucking his face with gentleness.
Krycek was deep into his own arousal. He had closed his eyes, focusing on
Skinner's cock up his ass and Mulder's shaft in his mouth. He would have
begged for release if he had been able to speak.
"You're allowed to come, Alex," Skinner suddenly said.
Krycek growled with approval and nearly gasped when he felt Skinner's strong
fist wrapping around his bare cock and pumping on it. The growl had send
shivers in Mulder's cock and the agent came first, sending his seed in
Krycek's waiting mouth who swallowed the salty come without missing a drop.
Mulder, panting, withdrew his softening cock, freeing Krycek's mouth. "He's
incredible," he whispered. "He did that like a pro!"
"He'll be soon a pro," Skinner panted. "I'm going to train him properly.
We're going to form a nice threesome. It would be a pity to waste such a
talent!"
At these words, Krycek's ass clenched around the big cock that was pounding
into his ass, and soon the young man felt Skinner come in him, sending his
load deep into his ass. It made him climax at his turn, shooting his semen
in hot spurts on his chest with cries of relief, as pleasure seemed to
neverend.
Next time Krycek was aware, his head was on Mulder's shoulder and they were
alone in the bed.
"I feel like the entire Marine Corps fucked me," Krycek muttered when Mulder
gently patted his head.
"Thank you," Mulder said with a laugh. "Nice compliment. You seemed to enjoy
it."
Krycek tensed a bit. He didn't know if he had to be ashamed of his reactions
or not. "I never saw the need to play the victim when I could have fun," he
fired back.
Mulder had a cocky smile. "Never unsettled, hey, Alex? I know you're not
very comfortable. Go to sleep, Alex. I only fuck conscious boys."
Krycek didn't reply, rolling on his back and stretching like a cat. He was
aware of Mulder's gaze on his body and was embarrassed. He covered himself
with the white sheet and rolled on his side, sliding into a deep sleep.
*=*=*=*=
It was dawn and Mulder was gone when Krycek woke up. He was alone in the
bedroom. He took a quick shower and grabbed his jeans and his tee shirt,
pulling them on before heading to the main room. Skinner was reading the
newspaper while eating his breakfast.
"Have a seat, Krycek," Skinner greeted him. "At least," he added with a
gently mocking smile, "if you can sit, of course."
Krycek had a brief laugh and sat carefully. His ass was a bit sore. "Where's
Mulder?" he asked while Skinner poured him a mug of coffee.
"Buying some plane tickets," the A.D. told him. "It seems both of you are on
the verge of a trip."
Krycek sighed. Now they were back into business. "Destination?" he asked.
"I don't know and I don't want to know," Skinner replied. "He wants you to
join him at the airport at twelve."
"What if I refuse?" Krycek asked sipping his coffee.
"I'll have the pleasure of arresting you. More coffee?"
*=*=*=*=
At eight, they had finished the breakfast and Krycek went back to the
bedroom, telling Skinner he needed more rest. To his surprise, Skinner
followed him.
"We have a couple of hours to kill," he commented flatly sitting down on the
bed.
"And then?" Krycek asked. "My ass is still sore, you know."
"Did you enjoy our threesome?" Skinner asked in a low voice. "You know,
Alex, I've always have the hots for you. Since the first day I met you at
the office. You were clad in that impossible suit, with those puppy dog
eyes. I don't know why I waited so long before taking you."
"I'm ashamed of what I felt!" Krycek replied in a harsh voice. "My body
betrayed me. You made me feel like a slut!"
Skinner was aware the younger man was speaking the truth. "I know that,
Alex. I played with your sensuality. You weren't even aware you had this in
you. The first time is always ashaming. Shame is part of the pleasure,
indeed. You'll discover that soon."
"Never!" Krycek refused. "I won't obey you next time. Never more!"
Skinner stretched slowly, making his muscles bulge under his shirt. He
smiled. "Never more, Alex? What a pity! I was pretty sure you'd like to be
bare-bottomed across my lap, or having my cock up your ass. I won't force
you, Alex. It's so much better when you're consenting!"
Krycek's breath rate went faster. Skinner's words had given birth to
disturbing images in his mind and his cock stiffened in his pants. Skinner
casually brushed the growing bulge in the younger man's pants.
"Right now, Alex, you should be punished for being aroused just at a few
words," he teased him.
Krycek swallowed. He lowered his eyes on the floor. He was now deeply
aroused, and all he wanted was to pull down his pants and let Skinner give
him pleasure like he did the previous day. Pride prevented him from doing
so.
"Alex, you're more masochist than I thought," Skinner commented, jumping on
his feet. "I'll leave you."
He walked slowly towards the door and Krycek called himself a weakling.
"Please stay.. Sir."
Skinner turned on his heels. "So you're aware you deserved to be punished?"
"Yes Sir!" Krycek said, getting up at his turn
Skinner smiled and sat on the bed. "Pull down your pants," he ordered.
Krycek slowly unfastened his fly and pulled down his jean. He was commando.
He saw that the bulge in Skinner's pants grew when the A.D. took notice of
that fact. Krycek took place on the older man's lap, his cock yet hard.
"Tell me why I have to punish you, Alex," Skinner whispered.
"'Cause I've been a naughty boy," Krycek answered in the same tone.
He felt Skinner pat his ass and his cock throbbed more, making him moan. He
wanted this so badly! The first blow made him jump a little then he relaxed
and welcomed the blissful pain mixed with an aching desire, which was
growing again and again in his balls. When Skinner finally stopped and
ordered him to get up on his feet, Krycek saw his cock was leaking.
"Bend over, your hands on your knees," Skinner ordered.
Krycek obeyed. He was overwhelmed by desire and all he wanted now was
Skinner's huge cock up his ass. But he saw that the A.D. was for now only
coating his forefinger with lube, and he felt a hint of deception.
"Don't worry, Alex, you'll enjoy this. Unclench your ass. Open up wide."
Skinner instructed.
Krycek relaxed his asshole, and closed his eyes, focusing his senses on the
small ring of muscles. He felt Skinner's finger probing his entrance,
teasing him merciless, and forced himself to stay still, moaning aloud in
desire. Suddenly Skinner thrust his finger deep in his asshole, hitting his
prostate so well that Krycek came without being able to anticipate it,
shooting his seed all around him, splashing his chest in long, hot spurts of
white creamy liquid as an unbearable wave of pleasure invaded his body. He
screamed aloud, fighting to keep his balance, trying to catch his breath.
He wasn't given time to recover from the intense orgasm he had just
experienced. He felt Skinner's big cock enter him in a single thrust,
hitting his prostate again, sending him into pleasure again. He felt as if
he was about to ejaculate a second time but Skinner's hand wrapped around
his balls and pleasure and pain mixed.
"Lemme come!" Krycek begged, trying to rub himself against Skinner's fist.
But the A.D. didn't allow him to move more. "Leave your hands where they
are," he said, running his own palms on Krycek's torso with butterfly
strokes that made the younger man harder. He impaled Krycek deeper on his
cock while his fist finally wrapped around the younger man's shaft, pumping
slowly, too slowly for Krycek's taste, but enough to make him come. Again
Krycek tried to force Skinner to move more quickly but the older man kept
his path and Krycek soon understood why. The orgasm was different from what
he had previously experienced. Less quick, but deeper. Skinner was giving
him long strokes with his closed fist, which were almost painful as the grip
was tight, in rhythm with his cock moving slowly in the younger man's
depths.
Krycek felt pleasure growing again and again, pain and pleasure mixed until
he felt he reached a stage he had never experienced before. He opened his
mouth in a desperate quest for oxygen as an uncontrollable forceful wave of
pleasure went through his already sore body, making him cry aloud, shaking
him like an earthquake. Like in a dream he rejected himself violently
against Skinner, pushing the older man's cock deeper if possible in him, his
own cock spurting jet after jet of semen against the wall. He felt like if a
bomb had exploded into his guts. Sweat was running over his whole body and
his legs were shaking. When he came back to reality, he felt Skinner
withdrawing from him, and something sticky running down his thighs. He was
unable to speak or to move and he was grateful to Skinner for helping him to
the bed where he collapsed, exhausted, rolling on his back, panting.
"My, I regret I've not recorded this one," Skinner joked. "It would have
been fun to play it again during the cold winter nights!"
"We... can... do it... again... if you want," Krycek panted.
He heard the A.D. going to the kitchen and soon Skinner was helping him to
sit up and to drink a glass of fresh water.
"Tell me, Alex, you're really a boy full of surprise," Skinner said. "Some
men are just unable to reach that level of pleasure."
"I'm a gifted slut," Krycek said. He wasn't very proud of himself. He had
acted like a teenager, letting his cock take control of his mind.
The A.D. had seated himself on the bed and Krycek put his head on his lap,
breathing deeply. Skinner stroked the short-cropped hair. "Don't call
yourself a slut, Alex. You're not a slut. You're only a beautiful, sensual
young man. I guess you never experienced such pleasure with a woman."
"Never," Krycek acknowledged.
"Do you know why? Because you were the one in control. When I fuck you, you
give me control. You trust me to bring you to pleasure. That's why it's
better."
Krycek had seen enough things in his life to recognize truth when he saw
one. He wondered if Mulder.
"And you? You're the one in control, no?" Krycek noticed.
"Sometimes I'm not," Skinner replied. "Sometimes I'm the Alex of someone I
trust to bring me to pleasure."
"Who?" Krycek asked, not hoping an answer.
Skinner only laughed, and Krycek didn't insist. He would find out one day.
*=*=*=*=*
At ten thirty, Krycek had showered again, and was ready to leave. He had to
join Mulder at the airport. He knew he hadn't much choice. Skinner had
called for a car and the chauffeur had orders. Krycek was about to open the
apartment's door when Skinner grabbed his arm.
"Are you angry with me, Alex?" he asked in a soft voice. "I mean for the
spanking and so on."
Krycek smiled, "No. Definitely no. I should be, but I just can't."
"Kiss me?" Skinner asked.
Krycek smiled again and leaned toward the older man. He had assumed that
Skinner would want to lead their kiss but the A.D. didn't move so Krycek ran
his tongue on the older man's lower lip before sliding it into the moist
cavern that opened for him. Their tongues met, thrusting again each
other's,fighting, stroking, until they were both breathless.
"You're a good kisser," Skinner noticed when he was able to speak.
"You're a good fucker," Krycek said.
They smiled to each other. Krycek opened the door.
"Pay me a visit when you're back in town," Skinner said casually.
Krycek stretched his arm and ran a single finger on the A.D.'s mouth, "I'll
try."
THE END