TITLE: "Midnight Angel V: Fallen" (1/1)
CATEGORY: V, WIP, Krycek/Other (No slash)
TIMELINE: Set in the winter of '99, but in this story the events of the episode "Biogenesis" never occurred.
ARCHIVE: Yes, with my name and all headers attached
DISCLAIMER: Although the other characters are of my own creation, Krycek technically belongs to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen, Fox, and the wonderful Nick Lea. No infringement intended.
SUMMARY: Lust and longing become to much to bear.
NOTE: This is a continuation of the "Midnight Angel" series, available at the eXpositions web site: http://www.aliens.mcmail.com/isadiadem/
For Marina, from one Krycekaholic to another. Special thanks to Ginny for standing by with the cattle prod to get my slacker self back in gear.
NC17! If you are under age, please read no further. You've been warned! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"It is one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall."
--William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
It was only sex.
And his heart was only beating so God-damned fast because he hadn't fucked a woman in months. Because she smelled so damned good, and felt so amazing beneath him as he pushed her down onto the creaking mattress. She tasted as sweet as chocolate, wrapped around him like a trailing limb of ivy.
Her could feel her bare foot sliding up his leg, teasing, tickling his denim-clad thigh. Her fingers tangled in his hair, fingernails lightly scraping the back of his neck until it almost made him growl.
He wasn't quite sure what made him slow down, instead of plunging into her like a bat out of hell. Maybe it was the beyond-lustful look in her eyes. That wasn't just desire he was seeing there. It was something else, something he didn't want to put a name to. He tried to ignore it, to smother it as easily as he crushed her lips beneath his own. But ignoring the baby-powder fresh scent of her sheets wasn't as easy.
Alex stripped off his jacket, dropping it to the floor without heed. His boots were ripped off with the same careless effort, one at a time, in between kisses from her soft ripe mouth. And the moment his feet were finally bare, he settled his weight on top of her and ground himself into every soft curve of her body. A strange orange glow from the setting sun spilled across the bed, rippling over the pearl-white sheets, glittering on her dark hair like bits of gold. Her flushed skin turned the color of rich cream, all the more tempting him to explore her rapidly rising and falling chest. Mining that gorgeous mouth and feeling her little moans vibrate against his lips made him horny as hell, but he was ready to explore. Bracing himself on his prosthetic arm, a barely tolerable sensation even when he was as turned on as now, he slid his right hand down between them and began popping open the buttons of her sweater. Just on the edge of his vision, he could see her turn her head and close her eyes...the flush creeping over her cheeks nearly as pink as the bra he was uncovering. Even so, her embarrassment couldn't hide her excitement. She nearly bucked him right off the bed when he took one of those perked nipples into his mouth.
Wet lace and the taste of her, mixed with the slight trace of perfume. Deep panting, spasming breaths leaving her throat. Her fingers clenching in his hair, threatening to rip the strands right out of his head. Her back arching, pushing herself harder against his mouth. She was about to lose it, and he'd barely even touched her.
Glancing up at her face, he met her wide blue eyes...and it was suddenly as clear as glass. He hadn't been wrong about her innocence. He just hadn't known *how* innocent she truly was.
Sabryn dropped her hand from his hair, sensing the change in his demeanor. A ripple of panic seized her chest. It was just like before. Now that he'd teased, he was going to leave exactly like the few boys before him.
None of them had truly wanted her either. They'd just wanted to laugh at the town freak.
She was about to push away from him, to open the door and order him to get out, when he startled her by opening the top button of her jeans.
Holding her breath, sucking in her stomach in a pathetic attempt to make her jeans look a little less tight, she watched him ease the zipper down to the bottom. He wasn't stopping. Not even close. A moment later he began easing the denim off of her hips.
Her breath shuddered out of her mouth with the wet suction of his mouth on her ear lobe. She lifted her hips, nearly flinching at the touch of his hand on her ass. Aside from his clothing, there was nothing between them but a flimsy layer of lace and satin.
*This can't be happening to me...*
It was becoming hard to keep her eyes open. When her jeans were finally pushed down far enough, she kicked free of them and let them fall to the floor. Lying across her bed, with a great deal of his long legs hanging off the bed, he pressed tight against her body and peeled her unbuttoned sweater from her arms.
*If only Mama could see me now...*
Sabryn almost laughed out loud. Bernadette Pruitt would have a apoplectic fit if she knew what her daughter was doing right now. If she knew who her little Amanda Megan was with. This man would be her mother's worst nightmare. A stranger, dark and dangerous, with no past and no known future. A man who didn't give a damn about anyone and most likely lived off of one night stands. A self-proclaimed "spy" and no doubt a liar. Hell yes, Mama would hate him. And that only made Sabryn want him all the more.
All her life she'd been a good little girl, and it had gotten her nowhere. She'd been doubted and ridiculed, turned into the family embarrassment. But she wasn't home now, and no one knew her here. She didn't give a damn about being good anymore. This time, if she was going to get blamed for something, she was going to make it worth while. She was going to get fucked by the bad boy.
"You don't have to treat me like a doll. I'm not going to break."
"I didn't know I was."
She pulled his hand from where it was resting on her hip and dragged it up to cover her breast.
"Touch me. This may be a first for me, but I was kind of hoping it would be good."
His eyes narrowed for a moment, in obvious defiance to the challenge. But it wasn't long before he took the bait. Yet instead of caressing his fingers over the cotton candy lace, he flicked open the catch between her breasts and pushed the bra out of the way. Catching her nipple between two fingers, he pinched hard enough to make her gasp.
"S-Something like that."
He lowered his head, rubbing the softness of his lips over her, before sucking her into his mouth once more with no impediments. The silky wet sweep of his tongue, combined with the delicious pulling power of his mouth sent lightning currents speeding through her veins. Made her fingers clench in the dark green cotton of his shirt. And when his right hand slid so slowly down the length of her torso to slip under the elastic of her panties, the shudder that passed through her made the entire bed shake.
"Something like this?" he asked, his voice dangerously low as his fingers brushed the curls between her legs.
She had to fight the urge to clamp the thighs together in embarrassment...or to push her hand down on top of his and show him just where to go. The latter won out in the end.
"What do you want, Sabryn?"
She licked her lips. "I want you, inside me." His hand moved beneath her touch, his palm cupping her, his fingertips teasing the damp folds of her sex. Barely slipping inside and pulling out again, back and forth, in and out, making her arch her hips to follow his retreating fingers. Her finger nails dug into his arm, but he didn't even flinch.
He ground the heel of his hand against her harder, using the knuckle of his thumb to rub against the spot that made her want to scream. His fingers dipped deeper, the longest one slipping inside her and feeling much larger than she'd expected. Sabryn bit her lip, hopelessly caught in his heated emerald gaze. Her over-sensitized chest brushed against the textured fabric of his shirt, her legs tangled with the rough denim of his jeans, and delicious invasion of his fingers between her thighs was enough to leave her panting. And even though he was obviously aroused, there was little proof in the controlled expression on his face. It was only truly evident in his eyes. She was playing with fire.
"For a girl who doesn't like me, you certainly are wet. You can't wait for me to fuck you, can you?"
She had to be about as red as a strawberry. "So get on with it." The slow thrusting of his fingers suddenly stopped, and she nearly gasped.
"Right here, in front of these big windows?" She looked over her shoulder, out the window at the building across the street. She'd thought about it plenty of times before. The other building had tinted glass...she had no idea if someone was watching her. It was part of the reason she dressed herself in the bathroom.
"Someone could be watching us right now. Maybe even video taping the event...so they can watch my hand moving between your legs over and over again."
The shudder ripping through her made him grin. "Does that excite you, baby?" He knew it did. He must have felt her thighs tighten around his wrist. "Do you want me to do it to you right here, with them watching?"
Her throat suddenly dry, all she could do was nod. He pulled his hand out of her panties, shocking the hell out of her by popping his fingers into his mouth to clean them. She watched mutely as he sat up and opened the drawer of her night stand, pulling out the box of condoms she'd bought with courageous optimism the day she moved into her apartment.
"I knew you'd been going through my things."
"Just looking for your phone book."
He merely grinned.
"You don't trust me, do you? Otherwise, you might have told me your last name."
"It's Krycek. You never asked."
"Nice to meet you, Alex Krycek."
He reached for the edge of his shirt, baring a glorious expanse of taut stomach. A narrow line of dark hair ran down from his navel, disappearing beneath the waist band of his pants. Olivia had called it a treasure trail. Sabryn had to smile. Treasure indeed. With the hem of his shirt out of the way, she could see just how tight his jeans really were. Damn. She was surprised the man hadn't popped a seam. He peeled his shirt up and over his chest, pulling his right arm out of the sleeve before slipping it over his head. He met her gaze for a moment, pausing slightly, before carefully removing the garment altogether.
The prosthesis he wore to replace his left arm wasn't pretty, but she certainly wasn't repulsed by it. He met her stare with arrogant challenge, almost as if daring her to comment or turn away. She did neither.
"Do you want me to leave it on, or remove it?" Reaching out to touch the flesh colored plastic, she wrapped her fingers around his palm.
"It doesn't matter to me. Whatever makes you more comfortable."
He held her gaze for a moment, before moving from the bed and reaching for the button on his jeans. He stood facing her as he unzipped the pants and pushed them off his hips, letting them fall to the floor. The gray boxer-briefs he wore underneath received the same treatment. And all she could do was stare.
He sure as hell wasn't a Playgirl centerfold. Hell no, he was real and potent and incredibly hard. She wasn't sure when she'd started to sink deeper into the mattress, but she had to fight the urge to back up. What the hell had she been thinking? She couldn't handle a man like this. Yet even as the thought crossed her mind, the burning heat centering deep within her was growing out of control.
He still had that same controlled expression on his face...but his eyes were laughing at her.
He pressed his knee onto the bed, and climbed onto the squeaking mattress until he was facing her. On his knees. Completely and utterly aroused. Ripping open the box of condoms, he pulled out one of the shiny foil packets and tore it open with his teeth. Centering the little rolled up piece of latex on the swollen head of his cock, he grabbed her hand before she could even form a protest. She sat there in stunned silence, watching him guide her fingers, feeling the throbbing heat of him below her touch as the thin sheath unraveled to cover him. And when he released her, she was still holding his cock in her hand. She swallowed heavily, letting her fingertips trace the rigid vein on the underside before sliding down to cup his heavy balls in a delicate grip. She could hear his breath catch in his throat. Shrugging her bra off of her shoulders, she let it drop away from her...switching hands to accommodate her exploration. His breath stirred her hair, and she could feel him releasing it from the braid until it spilled across her shoulders. Thrusting his fingers into her hair, he pulled her forward and met her mouth in wet, wanton kiss.
Her mouth felt bruised, crushed, plundered. Swollen with the taste of him. Wet with the feel of him. Hot and demanding with the promise of what was to come.
He didn't let her explorations continue for long. With a firm grip, he pulled her away from him and turned her around to face the window.
"You said you wanted them to see...well I want you to see, too.
Everything I do to you."
Now that the night was growing dark, the brightness of the lamps in her apartment cast their reflections on the gigantic window. She watched the frantic heaving of her own chest, struggling to fuel her rapidly beating heart. On her knees, with him kneeling behind her, naked except for a pair of skimpy panties, she looked wickedly decadent. His right arm slid around her waist, his fingers catching the waist band of her panties and shoving them down. Just far enough that they couldn't stretch anymore with the angle of her spread thighs. She could feel his erection rubbing against her lower back, sliding against the cleft of her ass with each subtle thrust of his hips.
"Put your hands up there."
Sabryn leaned forward slightly to wrap her sweaty hands around the iron head board of her bed. She felt utterly exposed, not only to him but to whomever might be watching. Still, she couldn't tear her gaze away from the reflection in the window. She couldn't believe her eyes. Even misted with a slight bit perspiration, with her hair all wild around her shoulders, and with her lips slack with the effort to aid her breathing, she looked beautiful. Sexy. And with this man behind her, she felt gorgeous.
"Can you see them watching us? All of them, in every apartment. Waiting for my next move. Breathless."
She twitched slightly at the touch of his fingers, parting the dewy petals of her sex, guiding himself into place, poised on the brink.
"They've been waiting for this every night. Watching you. Needing to see you scream as you cum." He flexed his hips slightly, torturing her with the slight pressure that wasn't nearly enough. "You've been waiting too, haven't you?"
Damn it, she didn't want to be teased. Her back was arched in desperation, and she pushed back against him, trying to force him inside her with her own movement. But he wasn't about to let her take control. This was his game, and she didn't even know the rules.
"Alex, do it."
"Fuck me. Please."
Meeting his gaze in the reflection on the window, she pleaded him with her eyes, and nearly screamed the moment he thrust forward and began filling her with his throbbing shaft. He wasn't violent, didn't hurt her, but it wasn't gentle either. He didn't baby her or murmur patient words of comfort.
He didn't waste a second. Pushing into her so deep she could feel his hips pressed hard against her ass, he leaned forward and braced his hands next to hers on the head board. With his chest to her back and thighs slamming against hers, he did just as she asked. He fucked her until she was nearly mindless.
Surrounded by the sound of his breathing, so close to her ear, shallow pants that sounded more and more like grunts with every move he made, Sabryn stared helplessly at their reflections. She never seen or felt anything so erotic in her life. His dominant, bestial position completely consumed her. Possessed her. Each deep, writhing, filling, forceful thrust made her gasp. The heated, musky, sexual smell of his body merged with hers filled her nostrils. The bed below them seemed to be screaming with each slamming movement, the springs sending out an angry protest. The wet slapping sound of their bodies would have embarrassed her at any other time, but she was beyond feeling anything now but the quivering ache he was creating inside of her. Her thighs shook, her body spasmed beneath him. And he fucked her, over and over, like some great wild beast, growling in her ear.
As if that weren't enough, holding her gaze in the window, he slipped his hand off of the iron railing and pushing his fingers right against the throbbing heart of her sex. The place that screamed for his touch. The sensitive bundle of nerves that made her buck hard against him with every brush of his finger. And she couldn't stand it any more. She pushed away from the head board and backed hard against him, pushing upright on her knees, wrapping her arm around his neck and meeting his frantic kiss. His thrusts became violent, desperate, nearly bruising in intensity. And as he broke away from her lips, he held her gaze as he whispered, "Cum for me, baby...they're watching."
Oh, she was so close...so close. She may have been a virgin, but she knew an orgasm when she felt one. She was a good girl, yes, but she sure as hell wasn't a saint. And yet, she needed more. Just a little more to push her over the edge.
Sliding her hand over his, she pushed her fingers down hard. Pressing him into her swollen flesh and rubbing to the right of her clit. Right...right there....
"Look up. Watch us."
Somehow, even spasming as she was, she looked at the reflection in the glass and gasped. She could see him moving between her legs, his thick penis thrusting into her, his heavy balls rising, swinging with every movement. His fingers moving, slick with her juices, pushing her hard into orgasm. Her breasts bouncing with every fierce thrust. His tongue sliding up the side of her neck.
With a few last commanding thrusts, he buried his face in the side of her neck and groaned. She could feel him throbbing inside her, convulsing with his release. She couldn't catch her breath, could barely even swallow her throat was so dry. And when he finally pulled out of her and tossed the condom in the nearby trash, she nearly fell over without his support.
Carefully lowering herself, her thighs quivering, she sat down on her ankles and watched him get off the bed and head for the bathroom. He walked through her apartment nude, with no modesty whatsoever. And when she expected him to just wash up and leave, he surprised the hell out of her by bringing back a wet wash cloth and tending to her instead.
It took her a moment. Hell, she was sore in places she'd never even imagined. Laying down on her damp sheets, feeling like a big sweaty, sticky mess, she watched him with open curiosity as he bathed her with the cold cloth. Some spy. He was capable of more tenderness than most people she knew. When he was finished he quickly wiped the cloth over himself and tossed it to the floor. Settling down onto the bed next to her, he didn't seem to mind a bit when she curled up against his side and laid her head on his shoulder.
"So, was it good for you?" he asked with obvious amusement. She had to grin.
"Well, I suppose it was ok. I'm sure you'll get better with practice."
By the time he swatted her ass, she was already laughing obnoxiously. But minutes later, when they were both growing drowsy and comfortable, she had to remind herself not to fall for this man.
It was only sex.
The clock on her night stand read 4:08 as Alex zipped up his jeans and reached for his shirt. He'd been careful not to wake her as he slipped from the noisy bed. She slept on undisturbed, curled up in the sheets, her face buried in the pillow where his head had once rested. Seemingly free of nightmares, she'd spent several hours curled up against his side. Warm and soft. Comforting. And the moment he'd realized he could get used to that feel was the moment he'd known he had to leave.
Grabbing his boots and his jacket, he took one last look at her before heading for the door. He didn't want to be around when she woke up...and realized what the hell she'd done.
Sabryn heard the door shut and opened her eyes. She hadn't slept at all during the night. There was no way she'd be able to manage it with a strange man in her bed. Not when she could feast her eyes on the gorgeous length of his body from beneath her lashes. She would have been crazy if she hadn't looked. And yet, now that he was gone, her apartment felt more empty, more lonely than ever.
Slipping out of her bed, she went to the bathroom and got dressed. She went about her morning routine of making coffee. Walking over to her easel, she took down the painting she'd done of Alex and leaned it against the wall, replacing it with freshly stretched canvas. She readied her paints and brushed, and began to draw. But it wasn't long before she had to stop. Before she looked at her rumpled bed and grinned widely. Before she did a little dance and squealed like a girl.
She couldn't remember ever being so happy in her entire life.
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