This is my response to Torch's challenge. Hey, whatever gets us
working day! I resisted the temptation to write the one about
his anatomically correct inflateable sheep.
Rated NC17 for sexual content.
No Beta, this is solitary self abuse and it would be inappropriate!
only a master-beta could have done it...
Disclaimer: How could he belong to another? sadly, very easily.
The song is "Damned Old Dog", by Margaret A. Roche.
I had no permission to
reproduce the lyrics.
Damned Old Dog
by Dr Ruthless
It was dark now. It felt to him as if it had always been dark.
a time long ago when there were sunny days, but even then he had
the shadows and watched, knowing that he was there under false
He sighed. Pain was his constant reminder of things that could
changed. He hurt. His left arm hurt. It itched, but there was
could do except put up with it. His mouth tasted like something
one found on
a tar road on a hot day. He needed to sleep, but he needed to
clear his head
He cast his mind back to earlier in the day. He had tossed scathing
lightly at Mulder.
"I could beat you with one hand.." Mulder had of course
been lightening fast
in his response. His usual snarky manner should have alerted Alex
fact that there would be a riposte, but as usual, he had jumped
in with both
feet, too eager to see Mulder again after all that time to do
react as the situation unfolded.
So then what had happened? They had traded pseudo- witticisms.
He had become
irritated and instead of the truce he had wanted, there had been
unsatisfactory, didactic little lecture. Then he had left. Correction,
had kissed Mulder and left.
He paced up and down, caged creature of the night. He felt so
could have spent a little time, not been so damned defensive,
but he had
just ploughed in as usual, glorying in generating friction, pissing
off. What a shithead he was. He looked around at this place that
home. It wasn't much. He had a bed, a chair and a small stove.
There was a
shower but no tub. His clothes hung neatly on an open rack to
one side of
the bed. His guns, his wallet and his prosthetic arm were laid
bed, and his stereo was stacked up in the corner, loose wires
speakers angled so that the bed would be optimally placed for
were photograph albums and a few magazines in a neat pile on the
and on the wall beside the small window there was a row of books
on a plain
wooden shelf. It was not a place that gave much insight into the
personality. Everything was utilitarian, clean but disposeable.
no family snapshots on the wall, and no ornaments.
Alex Krycek paced, and tried to get his head together. He couldn't
tonight. There were too many people looking for him. He had barely
away from Mulder's apartment before there were men with guns on
his tail. He
would just have to make the best of it. He moved to the stereo,
through some CDs and hit the random play button. The song that
was one that completely encapsulated his mood, and he moved to
flinging himself down boots and all to listen.
*Do I wanna be a dog?
Any diddlin' male would do
If I was a damned old dog
I wouldn't be fussy for you*
This wasn't good. This was not good. If he carried on in this
vein he would
be suicidal by morning. Damn, but he needed sleep. Getting up
he started to
undress, deciding that a shower would make him feel better.
His clothes were removed neatly, methodically, and each item placed
accustomed corner. Alex folded things, hung them, tossed his socks
laundry basket....a cardboard box that stood under his sink.
*Do I wanna be a housebroken dog?
Eat better than an old indian?
I don't wanna be a damned old dog
I just wanna lick your chin again*
Naked, he stepped through the curtain that disguised the small
flicking on the light. A door would have been nice, but there
was no room
for a door. Studying himself in the fly-blown mirror, he saw a
man with eyes that had seen too much looking back at him, pale
in the glow of the single bulb. He turned on the shower, waiting
crazy banging that signalled hot water running through the pipes,
testing the temperature and stepping in.
*I thought that I could convince you
I thought that I could get through
Chew out a hole in the fence you
Barked up between me and you*
If he only could...how could he ever repair the rift that lay
and Mulder? Mulder! He cast his mind back to his bete noir. He
him in the steam, hazel eyes fixed on his, lean, strong body lounging
negligently as he watched Krycek. Alex shuddered. His penis twitched
began to rise as the mental image took shape. Grabbing the shower
began to soap himself, moving his hand down to his groin as he
In his mind, Mulder was telling him that enough was enough, that
forget their differences and be friends again. Alex craved his
supplying it for himself when it did not come.
His breathing grew heavier, he clasped his hand around the base
of his cock,
moving the skin up and down steadily as he did so, thumb curved
that the tender spot just below the crown was getting its fair
stroking. His mind focused firmly on Mulder's lips, his tongue
feeling there would be if those lips closed around his cock, and
swirled around the head. His movements speeded up and he began
to pant. He
wanted Mulder. He could see him in his mind, down on his knees,
around his prick, taking it all in, deep in until Alex cried out
"Oh, yeah, take it Fox! Suck me dry! Oh Fox!"
*Limping around in the moonlight
Coverin' up what I did
Words decompose all around me
Nuisances I committed*
The tightness in his balls began to bubble up along his penis,
of spiky delight shooting through his belly, and making him tingle.
choked out his longings to the empty night, he shot once, twice,
the thick white ejaculate first hitting the tiled wall, and then
down to run away into the plug-hole.
"That's gotta be symbolic!" He spoke out loud. "It's
the story of my life.
I'm alone. I waste my efforts. It all goes down the drain, and
even as good as I thought it was going to be." He sighed
and rinsed himself
off, delicately stroking his now subsiding penis.
Still wet, he turned off the shower, wandering into the living
as he went. Picking up the phone he dialled a number he knew off
"Mulder!" the voice at the other end of the line was
rough, as if the owner
of it had woken from a sound sleep. Alex stood, patiently listening.
no move to reply. The silence grew and the voice became impatient.
"Hello? Scully, is that you?" Alex silently replaced
the phone on its
*Do I wanna be a dog?
Cut the heat out of me
If I was a damned old dog
I wouldn't have to goddamn human be*
"Bow wow!" The words were bitter.
Taking a towel from the neat pile at the end of his bed, Alex
began to dry
his skin. Maybe he would be able to sleep now.