3 Hits

by Dr Ruthless

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Rated NC17 for violence and male/male sex. You need to be warned that this
is a naughty story.

Disclaimer: Still not mine. Want them, want them bad!

Dedicated to Kate Abell wherever she may be, and the ladies of the
Duchovniks on-line virtual shaving association. Inspired by Frankie, who
forgot to get out the razor.

Thank you to Ruth, Orithain and Endymion for the emergency beta. I learned
so much from you guys, you realise I'll be bugging you from now on....:)

There are two songs, "Three Hits" is by the Indigo Girls, and the other
snippet is from "Duel", by Propaganda. The lyrics are reproduced without
permission.

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Three hits to the heart son
And it's poetry in motion

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If I stand here, I know I'm gonna see him.In a couple of minutes he's going
to run rightpast me, the way he does every morning. Isettle down to wait. I
know that I'm stupid. I know that it can never be the way it was between us
once, but I still love him. This is why I crouch here in the shrubbery just
to see the man I loved and betrayed run by on his daily five mile homage to
the great God of Fitness.

I know, you don't have to tell me. I'm just a used-to-be man living his
miserable half-life until the day dawns when they finally catch up with me
and I won't need to run any more.

Looking down the hill I can see him in the distance. He's coming. Long legs
pumping, he usually puts on a spurt around the end of the block. I know he's
gonna stop at the water fountain just to the right of the public
conveniences over there and take a long drink before he runs on into his
life and out of mine for another day. He always does.

He's wearing his sweat pants today, but his shirt is tied around his waist
by the arms, and He's just got his tank top on. I can see the play of
muscles in his chest as his arms work and the sheen of sweat on skin as he
approaches. He is lean, unconscious of his beauty as he works his body. I am
conscious of it for him, and I can only stand in my shadows and burn for all
the might-have-beens I've lost.

Fox Mulder, I was never going to hurt you. Not you. My heart still beats in
my chest, but the pulse of it sings for you, not for me. I had to do it Fox,
I had to! I didn't want to. You would have been dead and I'd have lost you
forever if I hadn't delayed you up there on the mountain. Sometimes I think
it would have been better to see you dead and buried than to watch you every
day like this, knowing that you aren't for me. Knowing that you never will
be again.

There was a time when you and I were friends....first buddies, then lovers.
It was you who taught me to love, I hadn't ever seen the need before, but
you showed me. You helped me learn about researching the mind, gathering
evidence on the run, and the seductive charm of a carefully crafted theory.
You taught me to believe in you when you showed me how to enjoy the thrill
of making a connection the rest of the world has missed. You taught me to
want you more than my sanity. The feel of you was always like water on my
parched throat, now I'm thirsty forever. You taught me to love you best,
then you hated me. I guess I earned it, but I wish I could go back and do it
over.

You're drinking from the fountain, sweat in your hair which is standing up
in spiky tufts. Your face is flushed from your exercise. I see you taking
handfuls of the water and pouring it over your face and neck. Let me be cool
air for your neck, Fox, let me hold you close and repair the places that
were torn. I'm drinking the sight of you with my eyes, gulping you down
because you are so beautiful. I remember the feel of your lips on my skin
and the tears try to start, springing unbidden and unwelcome. They cloud my
vision and I hate my weakness. I will not cry. I will not. I have never
cried. If my eyes are bright, it is because I see you.

It's all over. You are turning back onto the path. I know that you will
sprint for the first hundred yards before you settle down to your long easy
stride, the one that will carry you back into the reality of your world,
away from this place where I am condemned to be your stalker, to wait and
watch.

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One could send you down the river
Three's a strange way to be delivered.

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I've lost sight of you at last, as you round the building to continue your
circuit. My heart lies heavy as I replay you in my mind. Always running,
Fox, always running. What will we do when our time finally runs out? I turn
up the collar of my jacket, put my hands in my pocket, and turn to leave.

Smack! I see stars! What happened? My head is ringing and I shake it to try
and clear my perception. I really don't know what's going on. There's pain
in my back. My face is pressed into the rough bark of a tree. Oh, God, It's
Mulder, he saw me watching him, he must have.

I know how these meetings go. He'll hit me, beat me. He'll try to eradicate
all traces of the man he loved. He did love me; I know it. I can take the
pain, and no, I won't hit back, because deep in my soul I know I deserve
nothing better, besides, negative attention is better than no attention at
all.

Fox, I love you so much.

My head is smashed into the tree again and once more I see stars.

"Mulder, you're gonna kill me if you do that again, and if I die, you'll
never know the truth." I'm clutching at straws. He won't stop. He never
does.

"Krycek! Why are you creeping around here? What do you want?" I squirm
around to look at my tormentor, and I don't regret it. He's let his hair
grow a little. It's flopping down over his sweatband. His hazel eyes are
flashing and his body is taut with rage. He looks gorgeous.

I'm thinking about how I can stop him punishing me any more. True I
humiliated him the last time we met, maybe I shouldn't have kissed him.
Maybe I should have kissed him more thoroughly, I don't know. I do know that
he hasn't forgiven me.

"I came to give you some information Mulder. You won't get it unless you
play nice." I'm gasping a little. Firstly because he has me by the throat,
his hand twisting in the neck of my shirt, secondly because he's pressing
himself up against me to keep me from getting away. I can smell the sweet,
new sweat on him and it's making me dizzy with desire.

"Why should I trust you, Krycek?" He's calming down now, and he eases off my
collar. I could kill him you know, except that then I would have no reason
to go on living myself. Oh, Fox, Fox! If only you knew how easily I could
kill you. Then you'd know you could trust me.

Hell, you can trust me with your life. Don't you know how many times I've
saved it already? I don't say this of course, I know I'm not a psychologist,
but I do know that there is a time for tact. This is me...Mr. Tactful
himself. I content myself by saying only, "When did I ever mislead you
Mulder?" No, don't answer that! You know what I mean! You can trust me
because I love you. I won't ever harm you.

He doesn't have a weapon with him. I know it. Even Fox Mulder, paranoid
special agent, doesn't go out running carrying all his hardware. I could
kill him right now, any one of five different ways. Instead I meekly allow
him to drag me where he wills.

"For fuck's sake you asshole, I came to you. Why would I show myself and
then just vanish? Don't be such a moron. Think it through for Christs sake!
Mulder, we need to talk. I have some information that you are going to need
very soon. We should go somewhere quiet and discuss it." I'm feeling out the
back of my head, checking for damage, and there's blood. My shirt is going
to be toast by the time I get it home. Blood just doesn't wash out, I don't
care what they say.

"Why don't we go to your place? Run on home. I'll be waiting for you when
you get there.... unless you want a ride in my car?" I grin when I say this
and his fist balls up ready to strike. Maybe I should lay off the
witticisms.

"Let's go, Krycek. Give me your keys. I'm not taking the chance that you're
going to disappear on me."

He's hooked. He'll come with me. I'm suddenly happy.

"Oh no you don't. You can walk if you want to, but you don't drive my car.
It's new. Come on if you're coming! I'd also like to remind you that I do
actually have a gun on me and while we've been standing here wasting time I
could have killed you any time I wanted." I'm not going to tell him I want
him to come with me. I'm just going to take what I can get as usual. I make
a casual gesture with my head and start to move towards my car.

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Three hits to the heart son,
Poetry in motion

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The punch to my solar plexus comes without warning. I fold gracefully and
hug the ground, searching for the breath he has stolen. The pain is a ragged
suit I wear covering me completely, stripping me of my dignity as I vomit at
his feet.

"Get up, Krycek! Come on! You can beat me with one hand, remember?" I glare
at him with dull eyes, all my love submerged in the hurt of lying here at
his feet like a supplicant. How can I forget? The memory of that day is
burnt into my heart and it cuts me now with a little blade that is far more
painful than the punch he gave me. I rise up as soon as I'm able, and get to
my knees. Kneeling there in front of him, I am still, a penitent. He studies
me and I wince under his gaze. Then with casual violence he slams his fist
into my chest. This time he misses the vital spot and it doesn't hurt so
badly, but still I go flying to sprawl in the dirt, useless prosthetic
flopping, as I cannot break my fall.

Let me die now, please let me die while he's here. Let him kill me now and
complete our sad cycle of love, betrayal and death. Let me die with all the
love I've ever known here in front of me bursting like a cyst to shed its
poison. I love you, Fox.

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Are you leveed like a treasure?
Only words can help me find you

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"I love you Fox." I'm lying in the dirt. He's reaching forward to grab my
hair and haul me up, but my body really doesn't feel like moving. There is a
pause, a tiny pause measured only by the beating of my heart. He's looking
at me, and I'm wondering why it is that, when everything in my whole world
has turned to shit, I am trying to make things worse.

He does not answer me but there is a certain look on his face. I have never
seen it before and I thought I knew all his expressions.

"I came to you because I want to help you. I've always wanted to help you. I
love you." I'm sitting now in the dirt and I must look a sight. My clothes
were worn to begin with but now they are grubby too and there is blood on
them from half a dozen cuts and scratches. My nose is bleeding and there is
bark in my hair. "Ha! This bark is not by any means worse than your bite." I
mutter to myself. He hears me and grabs my hair, forcing my gaze up to his.
Our eyes lock and for a second there is communication between us. All the
feelings I have for him pour out in a direct line from my heart to his. I'm
looking for the disgust he must surely feel for my confession, but I don't
see it. I don't know what I see. Slowly he releases my hair, appearing
shaken. What are we doing here? I can't help you, darling, all I know is
that we're bound to act out every last act in our little tragedy, and then
the gods will destroy us.

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And this worlds a fickle measure
I would painfully remind you

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Wordlessly now he turns away and I finally am able to get to my feet. I
start out towards the lot where my car is parked and he follows me. We don't
speak. I can't think why that might be.

Opening the driver's side, I clamber in painfully. I flip the switch For
him. He pulls the door open, sitting in the seat beside me and folding his
arms. He has put his sweatshirt on again and taken off the band from around
his head. I steal a look at his profile. My belly lurches as I see anew the
strong chin, the long nose and the sensitive mouth. His lips are only a
couple of feet away now and I want to grab him and kiss those lips again.

"What are you waiting for, Krycek?" the voice is a monotone, and I sense
rather than hear all the carefully contained anger. They tell me that
suppressing emotion leads to cancer and stomach ulcers. Baby, you are going
to get so sick!

Sighing, I start the car. I don't need directions. I've been here before,
and I remember how everything used to be before the world changed.

I pull in and turn off the engine. He is still quiet, making me want to
scream or yell--do anything to break the silence. We get out of the car and
I follow him into the building. "Abandon hope all ye who enter here!" I
don't think I've had any hope for some time now even though I can remember
back to the days when I came here knowing that my lover would be waiting. I
remember how that felt. I just don't know how to get that feeling back
again.

He opens the door to his apartment and stands aside with Old World courtesy
to allow me in first. I enter flinching, waiting for the blow he's sure to
deal out. How well I know him! For once I am surprised though not
disappointed. Alex's head is destined to stay on its shoulders for just a
little while longer. I sit on his couch. I look up at him and I wait. This
is all I have to do now for the rest of my life. I am content.

"OK Krycek, what do you have for me?" He's still not looking at me and
somehow I feel more hurt and rejected by this than by the blows he has dealt
me. I turn to face him, seeing him wince as I try to capture his gaze.

"My employer is dead, Mulder, but before he died, he gave me certain files
and information, and told me to do what I thought best with them. I want you
to have them Mulder." He is still avoiding eye contact. He doesn't respond
for so long I wonder if he's still in there or if he maybe went away leaving
only the shell.

I take a key from my pocket holding it out to him. "It's all there, Mulder.
Everything you've been fighting for. All the information you could possibly
need. He left the whole thing to me, and now I'm giving it to you." I try to
smile and my eyes try to fill with tears. I force them back. I will, not
cry! I am debased enough and I will not give him that.

He gets up and strides back and forth in his small living room. He's still
away somewhere wrestling with his thoughts. Twice he makes as if to speak,
then resumes his measured pacing. I wait.

At last there is a sigh. He turns to me. I'm sweating now, wondering how
things are going to progress. I pull back my hand and wait. He's coming to
me.

"You lied to me. You lied and then you left me. What was I supposed to do?
You didn't call." His non-sequitur astonishes me. For a moment I can't
process the words I am hearing, then it dawns on me that he's talking about
us. My heart hammers painfully inside my chest. I'm sure he must be able to
hear it.

"I had to leave you. I didn't want to. Since then I've been here whenever I
could be. I've been watching you for a long time now"

My voice takes a little while to get started. I'm sure that now he's going
to start in with his fists flying.

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From a wise man to a red hand
You lay covered in our best sins

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"They recruited me from Quantico when I was in the final week of my
training. A man we both know came to see me and asked me if I would take on
a mission that had a direct bearing on national security. He promised that I
would be fast-tracked if I performed well. I was ambitious, you know? It
seemed to be a good way of getting ahead, so I agreed."

"I didn't think I would get so involved in you. I didn't know I was going to
fall for you the way I did. Nobody told me that I would fall in love with
you. You were irresistible. Now I'm lost and I never had a chance. After I'd
done what they asked me to do, they cut me loose. No fast track! No thanks!
No help! They tried to kill me more than once. I was outside the loop, with
only myself to rely on. I could have gone off looking for a new life in
Brazil or one of those places, but then I'd never see you again. You'd be in
danger, and maybe killed and I would never know. I couldn't do it Fox. I
love you." Might as well get it all out now. I can breathe easier now I'm
talking about it. He is pacing again and his body sends signals to me as I
watch. I want to maul him. I want to grab him hard and bite his lips, kiss
him until he bruises and shove myself into him so violently that he will
scream my name. I can't think of being tender. He's hurt me too much, but
God, I want him. That's all I know.

Time passes and I feel the weight of his pain. He will decide soon, and my
sentence will be clear at last. I betrayed him, I know it. I betrayed him
before ever I knew him and his blood was on my hands from the start. I have
no excuses. I'm just sitting, watching him pace. Seeing the carefully
moulded lips twist, and the hazel eyes turn cold, rips something apart in
me. I won't bear these scars any more. Decision time, Krycek, you've always
been good at making decisions. Let's go!

Pushing myself to my feet, I move to intercept him on his latest circuit. I
stand in his way and he finally comes to a standstill, facing me. His face
is a mask of pain. Lost in love for him, I put up my hand to touch his face
with my forefinger. He jumps but allows me to trace his cheek. His
expression doesn't change, but his breathing turns ragged. Tension builds
and I remove my hand. It is, after all, the only one I have!

We stand face to face, locked in a stasis of anguish. I want to break away
before something terrible happens, but I can't. I can smell him, feel his
warmth, see the play of warring emotions that cloud his features.

The hell with this. I will die now, or love him. I step in the remaining
couple of feet and snake my hand around the back of his neck. Leaning my
head forward, I capture his mouth with mine. I'm not trying for a deep kiss,
just a contact. My breath becomes short as I suddenly realise the enormity
of what I'm doing. This is Fox Mulder I'm kissing, and he has no reason to
love me. I'm kissing him, for real, not a dream any more. Half of me is
waiting for him to hit me again, and of course when he does, I will take it,
welcome it as I usually do. My lips tingle as they slip over his mouth,
feeling the shape of his lips beneath them. I apply some pressure, just
enough to tease them apart, so that I can slide out my tongue and taste him.
He opens his mouth just a little and my stomach lurches. Every day of my
last four years, Fox, I have waited, dreamed of this. If you never give me
anything ever again, I will have this from you now. I sigh, and go for
broke. My tongue slips into his mouth as if it's returning to harbour after
a long voyage. I find his tongue and run mine along it, caressing it and
tasting the essence of him. I turn my mouth on his to get closer, and he
sighs. I'm going to die. I want him so much I'm shivering, but I dare not go
too far, too fast. This is my heaven right here.

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well I dream you constant stranger
with your best bloods and your anger

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My hand, which has been holding his head steady, slides down his shoulder,
to push its way under his arm, and I pull him to me, gently, very gently. He
is passive in my arms and I run my hand up and down the length of his back,
stroking and gentling him the way I would a timid animal. My lips stay on
his, and I can feel his tongue slowly moving to slide over mine. I put my
soul into that kiss. Fox, if you believe anything about me, please believe
my kiss. The truth is in here, and I want to share it with you!

I moan and feel him pulling away from me. It hurts to let him take his mouth
from mine, but everything comes to an end, and I will never forget this
kiss. I feel renewed.

I smile softly and kiss his chin as we pull apart, gently running my tongue
over stubble that rasps it. I don't know what to say to him, so I murmur
"Thank you!" and leave it at that. He remains captive within my arm, not
attempting to pull away from me. My belly is heavy with wanting him. My cock
is so hard that it hurts me. I'm trying not to buck my hips into him, and
although I'm keeping control at the present, I'm trembling with the need to
fuck him.

His eyes, which were almost closed, fly open as I speak, and he shakes his
head from side to side. Still without any words his hands rise to my
shoulders. I grit my teeth and steel myself for what will surely follow. His
fingers grip me, digging into my shoulders and make me gasp. Slowly, as his
grasp tightens on me, he leans in and returns my kiss. His mouth is hot, wet
and bruising, forcing my response. My heart jumps, I get a surge of arousal
that makes my knees buckle, and all of a sudden his arms are around me,
pulling me against his body. I can feel his erection pressing into me
through his sweats, and I cup his butt with my hand, pulling him hard into
me. I put everything I have into that kiss.

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you say mother would you claim me
my beloved do you blame me

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For a while all I can do is hang onto him while he kisses me. We're fused,
moaning into each other's mouths, crackling with the static generated by our
desire. I want him, but I am content to spend the rest of eternity sucking
on his mouth, drawing the breath from his lungs and the forgiveness from his
soul. He holds me tightly, I'm enclosed in him, my tongue invading his
mouth, and the length of me is pressed up against him as I try to make the
two of us back into one. My hand delves under his clothing to find his
smooth skin, and I'm feeling for his spine, moving down into the groove
between the cheeks of his ass, working my fingers into the soft circle of
muscle there and gently pressing, remembering where he likes to be touched
even though it happened so long ago.

Finally, he pulls away again. He's in control of this embrace and I want him
to be. He looks into my eyes and I'm dazed as I look back. It's been so long
since I started to be alone. I need to remember this forever. I won't be so
careless with my memories this time.

I place a row of tiny kisses across his cheek, along his jaw and into the
curve of his neck. He throws his head back and I suck on the angle where his
throat joins his shoulder. I feel as if we are moving through water. Time
has slowed down and there is only Fox. We're drifting together down into a
place where we can finally make our peace.

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well the first two might release you
but the last one sings in me son

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The hands return to my shoulders, more gently this time and press the angle
of my jaw, forcing my face up to him. He's not much taller than I am, and
usually it doesn't make any difference, but somehow this morning he is
leaning over me. I am his, and he can shape me in whatever way he wants.
Kiss me or cut me, fuck me or damn me, I am yours love of mine, I am yours.

He brings that mouth of his down towards mine again, but stops short, lips
just touching, faintly touching mine. I'm straining upwards to try and hurry
the contact, and at last he smiles.

"Anyone would think you were in a hurry, Krycek. Where are you going? Don't
you have time to chat?" He grinds his pelvis into my groin, yaking me back
to my teenage years, parking in the dark and dry-humping a succession of
teenage girls, all identically blonde, with huge white teeth and girly
voices. This is so much more exciting.

"God Mulder, this is one conversation I wouldn't miss for the world. Do you
want to take it to the couch?" I gesture with my head, the rest of me is
plastered up against his skin, really not wanting to move.

Mulder doesn't say anything right now, he just turns me a little against his
body leading me like a child, through the door and into his bedroom. I look
down at my clothes. They are dirty and grass stained. I don't want to make
his bed filthy.

"I'm so dirty, baby. I don't want to get your sheets all messed up." He
shakes his head at me, his fingers busily engaged in first removing my
jacket and then pulling off my T-shirt.

"I haven't slept there since the last time we were together, Alex. I thought
I never would again." His hands are roaming across my chest, pausing to
pinch at my nipples, sending yet another hot, wild flash of sensation
through my belly to the end of my prick. I gasp and quiver, unable to do
anything except hang on and pray.

"Are you planning on sleeping then? When would that be?" At that, he
chuckles, and I'm so close to coming right there, in my pants that I have to
think of something neutral, not easy when he's so close to me, smiling that
smile, the slightly asymmetric one that lights up his eyes. Those eyes of
his have gone very dark. Looking at him gives me approximately the same
feeling in my stomach as if I'd just swallowed a bug.

"I'm not going to sleep at all. I'm going to use you up, Alex. You owe me
four years of screaming. I'm going to collect some of that right now." Again
the creature in my belly jitters its legs. It's not a bug, it's a bird or
something. I can feel it fluttering, its feathers brushing the inside of my
abdomen. Is it getting hot in here? I swallow, my throat is suddenly very
dry, and there's a lump that won't go down.

"Alex, it's payback time." I open my mouth to speak, but my voice seems to
have gone somewhere else. I close it again, and just gaze at the solid
reality of the man before me. He's the only person in my whole life I ever
cared about. I hurt him badly, and now I don't know what he's going to do to
me. I nod, mutely, and his little smile broadens. He tugs my hand, pulling
me with him to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, he releases my hand and begins to lay things out.
There is shampoo, soap and a towel, baby oil and...baby oil? My dick
twitches. I sit down on the toilet seat and start taking off my boots. He
bends to kiss me, and then starts the shower. I'm embarrassed, he's never
really seen me since I lost my arm. Now I can't hide it from him. I start to
unfasten the straps of my prosthesis, and he lays a hand on mine, then takes
over, his clever fingers unbuckling it, removing it and laying it to one
side. I try to turn my body away so it isn't showing so much, but he won't
let me. His hand is right there, touching the scars on my stump
thoughtfully.

"Don't, Fox, please don't." He doesn't answer me for a moment, then he yanks
me to my feet and pulls me to him savagely, bending his head to cover my
mouth with his. We chew on each other's faces for a while, and I feel that
fluttering again. He reaches down to unfasten my jeans, and without breaking
our kiss, he pushes them down to my knees, freeing my erection to rub up
against his sweats. I'm moaning almost continuously now, and he's running
his hands over me, making me shiver. I want him to touch my cock, it's
bursting, but he doesn't. I struggle free of his lips, throwing my head
back, gasping as if I'm a newly landed fish. He smiles that smile again.

"Take off the rest of your clothes, Alex. I want to see you naked."
Wordlessly, I obey him. Off come the jeans, the socks follow, and this is
me, right here. I tug on his sweatshirt, and he allows me to strip his
torso, before pushing me to get under the shower.

The water is warm, feeling good on my hypersensitive skin. I turn to allow
it to beat down on my penis, but he sees, swatting my butt with a slap that
stings sharply.

"Oh no! Not today you don't. Today you're going to wait for me. You won't
come until I want you to, until I say you can." He's been taking off the
rest of his clothes and by this time he is as bare as I am, only a whole lot
prettier, with two, count them, two arms and no traces of fat anywhere on
his sleek, lean, long legged body. That body climbs into the tub with me,
pours out shampoo, and begins to wash my hair.

I stand quietly, allowing him to do what he wants to me. He massages the
foam into my hair, rubbing my scalp, playing with the back of my neck,
twisting his fingers into the hair, short though it is.

"You're going to have to grow this a little, Krycek, I can't get my hands
into it properly," he complains. "Hey, whatever have you been doing? There
are squirrels nesting in here." His fingers are soothing the cuts and
bruises from earlier in the day, and I am standing here letting him. I'm
just lost in love with him.

The fingers move across my neck and down to soap my chest and arms, my belly
and my back. They move over me, soaping busily, everywhere in fact except
the core of me. He avoids my penis. He's all over me, every touch a thrill,
but God, I need him to get serious with my dick. I resort to begging.

"Please, please Fox, you're driving me crazy. Touch me, please touch me." He
laughs shortly, nuzzling into my neck, kissing and sucking, making me nuts.
He presses himself against my back, so that I can feel his hardness pushing
against the cleft of my buttocks. I lean back into him, groaning, and he at
last brings his hands around to the front of me, his slippery hands taking
hold of my cock and sliding the skin back and forth. I can feel my orgasm
take hold of me, and I'm truly gone, knees buckling and the blood singing in
my ears as sweet, hot lightening rushes through my belly. With a growl, he
squeezes me in back of my balls, and the base of my prick and the orgasm is
gone! He does this so suddenly that my eyeballs bug out and I scream. He
laughs again.

"That's the first one!" I stare at him, open mouthed, while he turns off the
shower, then his arms go around me again, and he's brushing the moisture off
my body. I can't think straight. I'm in a fog of need, and I hear him
through the drumming of my pulse.

He takes a fluffy towel and begins to dry me off. He's talking while he pats
me dry, whispering sweet things to me, things I can't take in properly, I'm
so bemused. He towels my hair, talking all the while in his low, soothing
voice. He tells me how much he missed me. He talks about the pain of giving
his heart and never getting it back. He says I am beautiful and then he
kisses me again. I had forgotten what a great kisser he is. His mouth was
made to be kissed, and he uses it to the fullest extent possible. He
explores every last part of my mouth, then tracks kisses over my jaw,
nibbles my ears and delicately pokes his tongue tip into my ear to run it
around the loops and whorls and then down the earhole itself. I'm in dire
straits. My fist is clenched in his hair. I must be hurting him but he
continues on without flinching.

Dry at last, my hair combed and my dick rampant and throbbing, he hooks his
fingers around it, leading me by it back to his bedroom. I'm whimpering, and
he's soothing again.

"Shhhh, it's OK Alex, I'm gonna make you feel so good. Just hang with me
baby. Let me love you the way I've been dreaming for all these last months."
I'm still doing fish impressions, mouth opening and closing soundlessly. My
breathing is so laboured and hoarse now I sound as if I'm going to have a
heart attack. I feel as if I am too. Fox pats me on my shoulder, and leads
me to his bed. He pushes me down on it. Gratefully I let my knees give way
and lie down. He sits on the edge of the bed next to me, and I wait for him
to join me, lying down beside me, but he doesn't.

"Fox, I need you to fuck me. I want you so much. Please...." He puts his
hand gently over my mouth, and smiles again.

"Shhh! You owe me. I'm gonna collect today. Right now, baby. You'll be
feeling really good in a little while." I reflect that I'm already feeling
good, but if he'd only go down on me with that luscious mouth I'd be feeling
so much better. I try to tell him that, but he just traces around my
nipples, over my belly button and down the inside of my thigh with his
forefinger. I think I'm gonna die.

He's fumbling around in the drawer of his nightstand while I lie
expectantly, hoping that it's lube he's looking for. The baby oil is beside
the bed, and I'm getting to the stage where I'm considering force to get my
rocks off. He finds what he needs and takes my hand, lifting it and placing
a kiss in my palm, then closing my hand on it. I close my eyes and then he
slaps a handcuff on my wrist, fastening me to his headboard. I scream again.

"Yeah! That's two...." His whole face is alight with unholy mischief as he
moves around the bed. I am getting worried. Smoothly, he captures my left
ankle, and ties it with soft fabric. I think about kicking, but there's no
real point. The handcuff holds me fast, and I can't get away even if my legs
are free. I give in, but I feel very weak and out of control now. It's not
something I've ever felt before. I let him tie me down, and the critter in
my stomach is fluttering madly now, trying to get out. Fat chance! If I have
to stay, so do you, I think viciously.

Fox stands back now to survey his captive. Grabbing the baby oil, he uncaps
it and allows a trickle to pour onto my chest. It runs down pooling in my
navel. He puts the bottle away and begins to work the oil into my skin. He
rubs and kneads, pinches and tweaks everywhere. Everywhere except where I
want him, need him to. My erection had subsided a little, but it's back now
with a vengeance and it feels so left out!

What Fox is doing to me is nothing less than Torture. I tell him so. He
smiles down at me with his most sunny expression and agrees. Shit!

I resolve to last this out. He isn't going to kill me, is he? He isn't going
to cause me any permanent injury. I can stand it. At least I'm lying on a
bed, not on the floor of a cold cell and the man who's threatening to make
my life more interesting is the one I love. The one I love is going back
into the bathroom now. I close my eyes, feeling the tingling of my nerve
endings and imagining the things that might happen next.

He returns, carrying a large bowl of warm water, which he places down by the
bedside. Next come a towel and a can of something. Finally, he sits back
down beside me, with something held in his hand, just out of my visual
field. He calls my name. Gazing up at him, I boggle just a little bit. He's
got an old fashioned cutthroat razor in his hand, and he's admiring the edge
on it. Oh, God!

Next, he takes the can, and this proves to be shaving foam. Spraying some
into the palm of his hand, he proceeds to lather up the whole of my pubic
area. I don't scream. I'm beyond screaming. I squeak pathetically. He seems
to like it though, he says:

"Good boy, Alex! That's three...." I wince as he brandishes the razor. I
wince again as he begins to shave my crotch, and my balls try to do their
impression of a necktie. There is nowhere I can go, but I try to shrink down
and become one with the mattress. It doesn't work.

He continues to shave me, unperturbed by my obvious panic. I'm planning to
strangle him. I'm thinking of nailing him down to an anthill and covering
him with honey. I'm desperate for him to fuck me.

He finishes shaving me, and I think to myself that it's going to itch like
holy hell when it starts to grow back. His fingers are rubbing little
circles along the veins of my prick, making me groan again. He reaches the
glans and pulls back my foreskin. The whole thing is twitching, and I'm
trying to thrust into his hand and relieve myself, but of course he won't
let me. He strokes down the length of my dick with that goddamn razor. He's
singing a fucking song! "The first cut won't hurt at all The second only
makes you wonder The third will have you on your knees....." I scream again,
and Fox puts the razor down.

"That's four, baby! We're getting there!"

"Oh, God, baby, don't, please don't...I love you!"

He puts down the razor at last, and he's really grinning now. He takes hold
of my cock and slowly begins to work it, pumping rhythmically. I close my
eyes again but open them in a hurry, as he finally drops down and applies
those wonderful lips to the head. He swirls his tongue around it, and I
think, Alex the ice cream! Then the climax starts to build again. Once more
he squeezes, cutting it off as it's just beginning to pulse. This time I go
crazy, I can't help it. I'm screaming, sobbing and begging him.

"Oh please, Fox, please, please.....!" He crows with laughter and lays
himself along me, pressing his mouth against my lips, his penis stiff and
hard against mine. I am sobbing now. I don't know whether to kiss him back
or not. He is killing me.

"That's five, Alex. I think it's time now, don't you?" His words are
whispered close to my ear and have me jittering. What is he going to do to
me?

He pushes himself up and takes my prick again. Covering it with the baby
oil, he slides onto it without any further preamble. I scream again, it
feels so good it hurts me. I can't decide whether I'm in heaven or hell. He
slides my cock in and out of himself, working away at his penis at the same
time, and I feel it coming once more. This time I'm going to die, I know it.
If he stops me, my heart will stop with it.

Building, I'm watching him with his head thrown back, his eyes closed and a
look of complete joy on his face. He's pumping himself wildly and the sight
of him tips me over the edge. I explode into him. There is no other way to
describe what happens. The tide of pleasure begins in my cock, and spreads
out in waves until my entire body feels it. I'm shouting his name again, and
begging him to please love me, the way I love him. I grey out, and for a
minute there is nothing but the feel of him as he finally comes himself,
collapsing onto my chest with a yell, the come spurting onto me.

I slip limply from his body, and he lies on Me; we are both gasping, and if
someone broke in right now and stole everything he owns, we would not be
able to stop them! I nuzzle him, he looks up a little, meets my mouth with
his, and the kiss he gives me is sweet and healing.

Catching my breath at last, I lie, bathed in sweat, with my lover wrapped
around me. I've never felt quite this way before.

"Fox, baby, I will always love you." He smiles at that and reaches to
release my hand from the cuff.

Free at last, my arm goes around him, and for now, I am going nowhere.
Tomorrow, he can try to make me scream again, but for now, I am at last
completely happy.

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Three hits to the heart son
And the last one sings in me.

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