Disclaimer: I don't own Mulder, Krycek and Scully, Chris Carter
does, but since he's so cruel to all three, I have no scroupel
to borrow them.
Ratings: NC-17, for it contains scenes of explicit sexual nature.
So if you are under 18, don't read this, for it would spoil your
Spoilers: No spoilers, placed somewhen after "The red and
Archive: on MKRA or whereever you want.
Obviously Mulder and Scully have arrested Krycek, while they are
some flight hours away from the FBI headquarters.
Thanks to my beta-reader Foxwoman, if your english wasn't so perfect,
I'd still write that Mulder shot the door.:-) English is a foreign
language for me as for my beta(s), so if there are still any mistakes,
And to my friend Baerbel: you always wanted me to write a shippers
story; I wont do that, letting Scully take part in it, is the
nearest I can come to a shipper's fanfic...
Cats playing with the rat
"Mulder, stop, he's got enough." Scully said calmly
when she realized that Mulder didn't stop beating Krycek even
though he had disarmed him already.Mulder held Krycek to the wall
of a sidestreet, where they had happened to
find him. Krycek's nose was bleeding and certainly he had incurred
Mulder's face was a grimace of pure hatred as he turned his head
to look at
Scully, who tried to look as appeasing as possible.
Mulder lost control of himself whenever he met Krycek. Sure, that
had killed Mulder's father, but Scully remembered that she managed
herself better when she'd met Louis Cardinal, the man who murdered
sister. And she had had a good relationship with Melissa, but
all she knew
about Mulder and his father...
Thinking about Mulder's father always made her angry. She was
partner wouldn't be so fragile, if his father hadn't abused him
all the time
when he was a child.
Mulder surprisingly calmed down and handcuffed Krycek.
"We can't fly back before tomorrow, where do you intend to
keep him 'till
then?" Scully asked, glad that her partner seemed reasonable
"In my hotel room." Mulder answered. "He'll be
"Relatively safe." Scully replied ironically and wondered,
why Krycek jumped
at her remark.
"Is my place on the balcony still free?" Krycek asked.
Mulder had shut the door behind them after having assured Scully
wouldn't treat their prisoner in a way that would upset amnesty
"Shut up!" Mulder snarled. There wasn't a balcony at
his hotel room. Looking
around, he wondered where to chain Krycek to. There were just
on the wardrobe and the couch did not offer an opportunity either.
just were the brass-rails on the headboard of the bed. A vision
in his mind of a nude Krycek chained spread-eagled to the bed.
>What am I
thinking!"< Mulder wondered in embarrassment. Then he
tugged Krycek rudely
to the bed.
"Too bad, that there's no balcony, but the brass-rails of
the bed will do
just fine!" he said, taking off the cuff of Krycek's prosthetic
"Ah,... Mulder..." Krycek's voice sounded unusually
"What?" Mulder harshly asked.
"Ah.... I'd like to sleep that night, and..."
"Do you think, you're so irresistible, that I intend to rape
spat out in disgust. "Then don't worry, I'm going to sleep
on the couch
"I know!" Krycek interrupted. "I just wanted to
ask if I may take off my
prosthesis." His voice sounded almost ashamed.
"Ok." Mulder said a bit calmer, "Take it off."
Krycek removed his jacket and turned his body so that Mulder couldn't
prosthetic arm until it fell to the floor. Krycek turned around,
stump hidden underneath the sleeve of his tee- shirt. Nevertheless
stomach cramped in compassion. Gentlier than before he sat Krycek
the bed and closed the handcuffs on the brass-rails. All the time
avoiding to meet his gaze, much shyer than the Krycek he used
Mulder turned away and lay down on the couch. It was the place
he was used
to sleep in, so it was no problem at all.
Mulder was almost asleep when he heard a sound, something like
a moan or a
sob. He gazed curiously to the bed. Krycek was dreaming and obviously
wasn't dreaming sweet dreams. His head banged from side to side
and he was
Mulder raised to his feet and walked towards the bed. He couldn't
long as Krycek was making such a noise. So Mulder sat down at
the side of the
bed and watched Krycek. The younger man shivered from time to
eyelids flattering, while he tugged at the handcuffs. Mulder slightly
Krycek's shoulders to awake him.
It was the same dream that chased him night after night. A confusing
picture-series put together from his worst memories. He was running
a dark forest, strange fog ascending from the ground. Dimitri,
the poor boy
with the sewed up body-openings was everywhere, stepping across
his way from
behind the trees, pointing accusatingly at him. No matter where
there always was the boy. Somewhen he reached a clearing, stumbled
carbonized dead bodies, pralling against a chared car. He knew
It was where the alien renegates had killed the abductees, where
the war had
begun that the extra-terrestrials would settle on earth. Krycek
in fear. Everywhere were dead bodies, some were still smoking.
back into the forest, but suddenly it wasn't a forest anymore,
concrete walls, an metallic object, an Ufo, next to him. He fell
knees and saw nothing more, just felt an oilien liquidity floating
his nose, out of his mouth, his ears, even out of his eyes. He
really feel pain, but angst and horror of what was happening to
his body. It
was not any different to rape.
When he stood up and turned around, the door was shut, he was
closed in, left
here to die whether of hunger, thirst or oxygen deficiency. He
helplessly with his fists against the door, until he saw blood
knuckles. Krycek tumbled back and fell down, crying out his desperation.
But then he was in the woods again, a couple of men jumping at
him to the ground, while one of them was taking a big knife with
blade into his hands.
Normally now he awoke screaming, but this time his dream changed.
it was Mulder who held him at the shoulders, while he was chained
handcuff to a bed.
"It's me, Mulder." the FBI-agent said. Was that a menace?
"Don't beat me!" Krycek screamed.
Mulder had managed to wake Krycek, but obviously the younger man
shaken by his nightmare. Set up on his ellbow, he stared aghast
his eyes wide in unnamable horrors.
Perhaps now that Krycek was frightened was a good opportunity
to get some
answers. But Mulder couldn't remember a single question. He just
take away the fear from those huge green eyes. Without thinking
he was doing, Mulder bent down and kissed Krycek on his parted
Somehow Krycek's nightmare had turned into a wish dream. Mulder,
Agent Fox Mulder, was kissing him. First he was sucking on his
biting slightly, then Mulder's tongue found ist way into Krycek's
Krycek closed his eyes, but he didn't dare to make any more movement,
that else he would wake up from his dreams. The way Mulder explored
mouth, his tongue moving along his palate, along his teeth was
to appease his racing heart. But it was no longer fear increasing
heartbeat, but arousal.
Mulder stopped kissing the young man for Krycek didn't react at
gazed at him. His eyes were closed now, his face a bit relaxed,
but he could
still feel him tremble where he was holding him at the shoulders.
"Relax." he whispered, before he bent down again, kissing
and licking his
way down Krycek's throat, tasting the velvet skin. Mulder stopped
neckline of Krycek's tee-shirt. He wanted to go on, but that stuff
his way. Gently Mulder pulled the shirt out of Krycek's jeans
and started to
shove it slowly upwards. Krycek opened his eyes and stared at
him with a hint
"No, Mulder." he whispered, sounding almost sick.
Mulder put a finger on Krycek's lips. "Don't be afraid."
he said, although
he felt his cock hardening at the perception that Krycek was frightened
him. That rat bastard deserved to be afraid after all he had done.
Krycek wasn't really afraid of Mulder, but of his reaction, when
he saw his
mutilation, the arm stump. Maybe he'd reject him, refuse to sleep
cripple, leave him with the humiliating feeling of being rejected.
When he fucked the platine-blonde Marita Covarubias some weeks
mainly had slept with her to convince himself that he still was
still had the ability to arouse people. But all she really wanted
was the boy he kept inprisoned, the boy who knew too much. So
sex as a way to distract him, not because she found him attractive,
deceive him. When he found out that Marita had gone and taken
the boy with
her who was his insurance of survival, the perception that she
had just used
her body for her plans without really wanting him, hurt his pride
than everything that had happened to him before.
He didn't want to feel the hurt again, especially he didn't want
rejected by Mulder, not by him. It would hurt, god, how it would
would leave him empty, the rest of his self-confidence destroyed.
Nevertheless he didn't struggle, when Mulder tore off Krycek's
pushing it around his chained wrist, where it wouldn't disturb.
Krycek turned his head, unwilling to see disgust in Mulder's face,
he could see clearly what had happened to him. But Mulder didn't
jump up and
leave the bed, instead of that, Krycek felt a finger wandering
his breastbone. Then Mulder packed his shoulders and pushed him
the pillows until he lay flat on his back.
Mulder began again to move down Krycek's throat with his lips,
across his chest, taking his left nipple between his lips and
one of his hands took the other one between thumb and index finger,
around. Yes, it was wonderful, but Krycek wanted to touch Mulder,
with his fingers through Mulder's lush brown hair.
"Please Mulder," he pleaded, "you could at least
remove the handcuffs?"
Damn! That sounded as if he didn't want it! Why could he never
Mulder wandered his way upwards again, along the long throat,
setting several kisses on Krycek's face, the chin, the taper nose,
with the high cheekbones - it wasn't long ago that Krycek had
thrown him into
deepest confusion by a single kiss on the cheek. Between, he answered
plead:"There's nothing I'd like more to do, but I'm afraid
you escape, if I
Mulder sat up and looked into Krycek's green eyes. He wasn't sure,
of emotions he saw there - confusion, concern, fear, or desire?
He wondered if Krycek was reacting so restrained to his gentliness
was shy because of his missing arm, or if Mulder was actually
He didn't quite know, which possibility he preferred. Part of
him wanted to
console Krycek for the loss of his arm, the frigthening nightmares,
on the run. But a meaner part of him wanted to punish Krycek for
for his betrayal, the murder of his father and, of course, the
Scully. He wished to hurt him, beat him, but if tomorrow Scully
injury at Krycek's body, she'd shot Mulder one of these reproachful
which let him always feel like a scoundrel.
As long as Krycek didn't struggle - and the coward never struggled
against Mulder - Scully wouldn't see any visual sign of violence,
raped Krycek now.
That means, if it really were rape. That look in Alex's beautiful
perhaps really desire. Or did it look more like fear? Or both?
Krycek wondered why Mulder was staring at him for so long. He
the cause in his face, but Krycek was afraid that Mulder would
mind, now that he'd aroused Krycek so much, that he was longing
Mulder had beaten him so often, and Krycek had taken it willingly,
was the only thing he ever expected to get from Mulder. The tenderness
was something he could hardly believe was true, but he wanted
as much of it
as possible.He could live from the memory of it for years, but
decided to leave him now, it would destroy everything.
Rape or not, punishment or consolation, Mulder decided to go on.
around to Krycek's groin and started to open up the jeans, button
Krycek gasped, as Mulder shoved his hands under the jeans, along
yet avoiding his groin; that would follow later. His prisoner
hips to make it easier for Mulder to reach his buttocks. He gently
the tight, round ass-cheeks, his own erection growing, then he
stuff of Krycek's pants and shoved them down, freeing Krycek's
uncovering the long legs.
Mulder stood at the end of the bed and threw Krycek's jeans onto
How practical that the young man wasn't wearing any underwear.
Mulder looked at him for a few moments, admiring the slender,
muscular body. Except of the missing arm, he was pure perfection.
When he couldn't feel Mulder anymore, Krycek suddenly feared that
he yet had
changed his mind and decided to leave him, now, that he'd aroused
stripped him. He lifted himself on his elbow to see what was going
was standing at the end of the bed, biting slightly on his lower
absent look on his face, as if he was dreaming.
Then Mulder quickly tore down his clothes. Even if Krycek wanted
couldn't tear his eyes away from the beautiful, slender body,
uncovering. He wanted to curl the soft golden hair on Mulder's
between his fingers, wanted to taste the smooth skin, wanted to
feel the firm
muscles underneath that skin.
Unaware, he tugged on the handcuffs, as if he tried to tear them
Krycek tugged on the chains, but he didn't look as if he really
escape. He glared at Mulder like a hungry wolf, which saw his
prey near, but
couldn't reach it, because he was caught in a trap. Mulder smiled.
good opportunity to tease the wolf!
He crawled onto the bed between Krycek's legs, which he spread
give Mulder access to his groin. Mulder caressed the inside of
moving in circles nearer to the dark curls between his legs. He
string of hair between his fingers, hearing Krycek gasp in arousal.
to touch Alex's stirring cock, Mulder gently squeezed the heavy
rolled them from side to side, increasing Krycek's arousal, bringing
to the edge. His breath came in short gasps and he writhed underneath
trying in vain to get his hard under Mulder's hands.
Mulder eluded him skillfully, playing with the hair surrounding
genitals. A whimpering sound dissapeared from Krycek's throat
and his whole
body shivered in anticipation and impatience. Mulder decided,
that he had
teased the wolf long enough. He bent down and engulfed the top
cock with his mouth, sucking hard.
Krycek yelled, his hips moving upwards, thrusting deeper into
Mulder's tongue moved along the sensitive skin on the bottom side
cock, his teeths stirring lightly on the upper side. It brought
surprisingly fast over the edge, screaming loudly, while his semen
into Mulder's mouth. Mulder moved away and caught the rest of
it in the palms
of his hands in order to use it as lubrication.
Scully awoke because she heard somebody screaming. Was Mulder
Krycek ? Scully yawned and rolled to the other side. If she tomorrow
single injury at Krycek, Mulder would have to explain it. After
awaken her with the noise.
Krycek smiled happily. Had it really been Mulder, who'd done him
blow-job of the century? Mulder, who he'd wanted to get out of
since the first day he saw him? Mulder. And he had not been disturbed
missing arm. Krycek closed his eyes and sighed.
"Alex?" Mulder said.
"Don't dare to fall asleep now, I'm intending to do more
things to you."
Krycek lazily opened his eyes. "Then go on! I can't do much
"You could spread your legs again and heigher your hips."
Doing as he was told, Krycek asked: "Are you going to fuck
"If you don't want it," Mulder said, "I can still
turn you around and tie
your ankles to the footboard."
"Thanks, Mulder!" Krycek replied ironically, "You're
a very considerate
Then he gasped, as Mulder poured something liquid on his asshole.
finger slid into him, smearing the liquidity in, then a second
Krycek's arousal grew, and suddenly he was completely awake. Mulder's
twisted around, scraping against his prostate, sending sparks
of joy through
his veins. A deep moan emerged from his throat. Mulder's fingers
when he could hardly bear it any longer. Krycek raised his hips
a bit higher
to ease Mulder access to his opening.
The FBI-agent settled his body on Krycek and slowly, considerately,
realized giggling, he started to drill his cock into his waiting
Alex wrapped his legs around Mulder's waist to pull him in deeper,
time staring into the most beautiful hazel eyes he'd ever seen.
Mulder paused for a moment, when his length was completely in,
wondered once more, if he was just dreaming. Having Mulder so
him, was something he'd given up to hope for long ago. He'd dreamt
but never expected it to come true.
Mulder started to move inside him. Slowly at first, elicting Krycek
groan. With the increasing pace of the thrusts his screams grew
his cock was hardening again. Eventually Mulder came with one
thrust. The sensation of his sperms disperging inside him brought
the edge for a second time that night, his semen spurting out
on his stomach.
Mulder's cock slid out and he gently shoved Krycek's legs away
from his hips.
Boy, that had been great! If Krycek weren't his worst enemy, he
to do that more often.
He lay down beside Alex, covering both of them with the blanket
his arms around Krycek's slender body, who nestled against him.
"Sleep, my dear." Mulder murmured. That had certainly
not been rape. But
raping Krycek would certainly not have been as wonderful as consoling
Scully walked towards the door of Mulder's hotel room to see if
he and their
prisoner were already awake.
She had heard Krycek scream for several times last night, that
was one thing
she'd have to talk about with her partner after she'd looked after
injuries. It'd sounded as if Mulder had hurt him seriously. Scully
herself to finding a wounded, bleeding young man and her partner,
remorsefully at her, and opened the door.
She was not prepared for what she found. Krycek, one arm handcuffed
brass-rails inset in the headboard of the bed, sleeping peacefully.
Mulder's arms. Scully didn't know, if she should scream out loudly
into hysterical laughter.
END OF PART ONE
Disclaimer: the same as in part one
Krycek had been sleeping with her partner. The screams worrying
been caused by pain, but by an orgasm. THAT SLUT HAD HAD SEX WITH
Scully decided neither to scream nor to laugh, but closed the
and sneaked towards the sleeping men. Then she woke them up by
Mulder sat up, staring at her in surprise. Krycek, ungently waken
sudden movement, also looked at her, murmuring:"Shit!"
"Mulder, would you please explain that to me?" Scully
claimed in an
honeysweet tone, her eyes narrowing.
"Ah..." Mulder stammered. "Hm... we... I'm taking
a shower!" he exclaimed
jumping out of the bed and fled into the bathroom.
>Coward!< Scully thought and turned to Krycek . He sat upright
on his elbow,
looking embarrassed. Had Mulder really found an one-armed bandit
attractive than her?
Well, Krycek was indeed goodlooking, despite the arm stump. At
hadn't become so negligent to take off the handcuffs, or else
have certainly escaped long ago. By the way, having him chained
naked to the
bed was a good opportunity to scare him a bit. Just to make clear
should better never again dare to sleep with her partner.
Scully stepped nearer to the bed and sat down beside Krycek ,
who watched her
full of distrust. With a smile curling her lips she raised her
hand to touch
Krycek's temple, moving down his cheek and along the elegant arc
of his neck,
dissapointed that he didn't recede. He was just staring at her
his emerald green eyes wide open.
Krycek didn't know what to think about Scully's behaviour. He
expected her to grow angry, to leave the room and slam the door
behind her or
shout at him, maybe even beat him, but none of that happened.
That she now
touched him softly, moving her hand down his neck, resting on
was a strange way to take revenge for sleeping with her partner.
raised her other hand and moved with it along his chest, took
between thumb and index finger and gently squeezed.
Krycek felt a shiver running through his veins and watched with
as his nipples hardened. Scully was doing this to him, the woman
hated. From the first time he'd seen her with Mulder, he'd been
the intimacy she shared with him, that was why he'd told the Consortium
she was a problem. His hope, that they would remove her had come
they abducted her, but as soon as he saw how down Mulder was when
gone, he regretted it.
Krycek still didn't like Scully , but he had to admit that she
was a very
attractive woman. If she planned to punish him by sexual assault,
always took what he could get.
That Krycek's nipples hardened at her touch, didn't have to mean
aroused him. And that in his groin an erection started to stir
to mean he liked, what she was doing to him. Maybe that he gazed
at her with
his eyes wide open meant that he was frightened. Maybe he didn't
because he hoped she'd stop, if she thought he liked what she
was doing. And
maybe her vengeance failed completely.
However, Scully wasn't going to give up so soon. While her left
playing with his nipple, her right moved down Krycek's chest over
stomach to his groin and took hold of his cock, squeezing slightly.
gasped, his eyes flickering. Why hadn't she ever before noticed,
beautiful his eyes were? So large and deep, surronded by long
She wasn't here to think about his eyes. Slowly she increased
the pressure on
his cock until he was writhing and trying to push her away with
"You will never again seduce my partner, won't you?"
she said sharply.
Krycek hastily nodded his head and as a reward she released his
>That should be enough.< Scully thought. >But... <
What did it matter to
scare him a bit more? Just a bit, without violence, nothing more
tease him a bit. Scully moved her fingers along the upper part
of his body,
exploring every inch of the smooth skin, admiring the firm muscles
at her touch. As response she felt a heat inflaming her groin.
Perhaps she should stop now, but instead she watched her hands
moving to his
groin again, rolling his balls in the palms of her left hand,
while her right
was stroking his half-erect cock, which hardened at her touch.
Her hands had
no trouble with elicting several deep groans of Krycek's throat.
She was becoming wet and Krycek's cock was now standing fully
erect, if she
waited longer, he'd ejaculate into her hands. There was another
wanted him to come.
Scully removed her hands from his groin and he gazed in disapointment
but his eyes widened, when he saw her taking of her jacket, her
skirt and her
underwear. That night he'd gotten laid by Mulder, this morning
by Scully ...
Obviously the loss of his arm didn't make him as repulsive as
Scully climbed onto the waiting young man. Guiding his cock with
she took him in, slowly, inch for inch, until Krycek with a sudden
heighered his hips, causing her to gasp in surprise. Scully started
and underneath her Krycek moved in counterrythm. His cock gliding
in and out
of her stimulating her glit elicted her several moans of pleasure,
Krycek's groans grew to screams. >Mighty passionate, that rat
corner of her mind managed to think, while the rest of her concentrated
the sensations in her opening.
Mulder sat inside of the shower, letting the water splash on his
he was sunken in thougths. He'd been sleeping with the enemy.
the man who'd shot his father, helped to abduct Scully, betrayed
he could. Krycek. And he had really enjoyed it.
Worst of all, Scully knew about it. How could he ever explain
it to her? He
could not even explain it to himself. Mulder stepped out of the
shower and dried himself with one of the towels, which lay ready
in the bathroom. Perhaps he should just act as if nothing had
happened, deny everything. But he knew, that wouldn't work either.
Fortunately screams were disturbing his thoughts. Krycek was screaming.
Therefor he knew two possible reasons. The first one, Scully was
but that was unlikely. The second one, Scully was having sex with
that was even more unlikely.
Mulder wrapped the towel around his hips and left the bathroom
It was the second reason. Scully was riding on Krycek, who was
handcuffed to the bed.
She was still wearing her blouse, as if she didn't have the patience
take it off. Krycek, that slut, was moving his hips to thrust
Krycek was making love to his partner! Scully was making love
to his last
night's bed-partner! Mulder thought, he'd die of jealousy, but
know, if he was jealous for Krycek fucking Scully or for Scully
in. At the same time, he felt an erection stirring.
Unnoticed by them, he stepped nearer. Scully was definitively
wearing to many
Scully was already near the edge when she felt two hands reach
waist, seizing her blouse and unbottoning it hastily. Scully froze.
couldn't be Krycek, because his intact hand was chained to the
and the other one, well, was rotting somewhere in Russia.
"Mulder?" she asked and turned her head to see her partner's
behind her's. Special Agent Mulder closed her mouth with a passionate
while he was shoving her open blouson down her shoulders. Then
his hands remove her bra and cup her breasts with his hands, kneading
his lips wandering around her naked shoulders, while Krycek's
hot semen was
spurting out into her. The combined efforts of both men brought
her over the
edge and she came with a loud yell. Scully tumbled back in exhaustion,
letting Krycek's cock glide out of her, and fell into Mulder's
"God!" she gasped, "that was..." She didn't
come any farer, because Mulder
started to stroke softly her hips, moving with his hands upwards
sides. Scully giggled, it was tickling, but that changed when
wandered to her breasts, cupping them, then playing with her nipples.
moaned and writhed helplessly as he was squeezing them gently,
making them hard, inflaming her mind.
Scully turned around to sit on her knees, face to Mulder, and
wildly, their tongues meeting, while her hands explored his firm
so many times before she admired his strong muscles, which she
allowed herself to touch. It wasn't good for the job to sleep
partner. It would make everything so complicated, disturb the
of their team-work, if they brought in that low level of sexuality.
change everything, they wouldn't be able to concentrate solely
cases, would become less effective agents.
Mulder's hands were cupping her asscheeks now, and she groaned
Fuck it! One and none is all one! She'd sleep with him just once,
know how it would be like, to appease her curiosity, and then
return to the status-quo, deny everything.
Mulder, with mild force, pushed her down until her back rested
chest. Her partner shoved her legs apart, until her tighs were
in touch with
Krycek's spread tighs. Scully felt from behind Krycek's lips and
her shoulder, licking and sucking and kissing, trying to reach
underneath her hair; while Mulder's attention focused on her glit,
her with his fingers. Her moans of pleasure grew louder as he
buried his face
in her pubic hair, his tongue thrusting in and out her vagina.
The sensations were almost too much for Scully . Her back pressing
the chest of another man, her buttocks rubbing against a hardening
caressing her shoulder while another man's tongue was moving in
her ... she
writhed helplessly and moaned even louder.
Suddenly Mulder's tongue was gone and she opened frustrated her
eyes just to
look into Mulder's eyes, which were just inches away from hers
settled himself onto her, his hands based at the right and left
side of her
on the pillows, his hard teasing her wet opening. Scully found
trapped between two tall, strong men, but it was not a trap she
Mulder carefully penetrated her, drilling deeper inside of her
thrust, causing her to moan louder each time. The speed of his
increased, pressing her against the body lying underneath her,
rubbing against a now fully erect cock, another man's one moving
Scully came at the same time as Mulder, their screams uniting,
sperms poured out into her.
Mulder rolled coughing aside, wet with sweat, and Scully sat up,
Mulder still wasn't able to think clearly, when Krycek cleared
"Ah.. I've got a little problem..."
"You mean that?" Scully answered, as she grabbed his
"Yesss!" Krycek hissed.
With an almost condescent smile, Scully started stroking his cock.
watched with admiration how his enemy was melting in the hands
partner. They were certainly the most beautiful people he'd ever
Krycek finally ejaculated, 'though there wasn't much semen left
to spurt out.
Scully stood up, took the keys from the table and unfettered Krycek's
handcuffs, who sat on the bed with a blissful smile one his face.
"Go, take a shower!" she ordered, surprised about the
mild tone in her voice.
Krycek obeyed and walked into the bathroom. Scully looked at Mulder,
following Krycek with his gaze until he vanished behind the door.
"He's beautiful!" he murmured, with a dreamy look on
his face. "Even 'though
he lost an arm, he's beautiful."
Scully's stomach cramped as she heard these words. She was standing
front of Mulder, and all he could think about was that this one
was still handsome. Angrily she grabbed her clothes and put them
"We'll meet in the lobby!" she snapped. The look of
surprised innocence on
Mulder's face made her even angrier. Without a word she left the
slamming the door behind her.
Mulder had also gone into the bathroom to wash away the sweat
and was now
putting on his clothes, waiting for Krycek. Krycek seemed to take
to take a shower very seriously, for he remained a long time in
It had somehow felt... right to make love to Scully; and somehow
it had even
felt right to have Krycek with them all the time, as if they were
each other, like the leaves of a clover-leaf.
However, Scully seemed already to regret their menage a trois.
And of course
she was right; there shouldn't be more than two people in a pairing.
that, Krycek was a murderer, the murderer of his father, Mulder
him to prison, not into his bed!
And Scully ? He wasn't worth her, he'd always known that he wasn't
personification of perfection.
Krycek came in, interrupting his thoughts. His hair was still
damp from the
shower, and, god, he was beautiful! Krycek picked up his shirt
to put it on. Mulder stepped nearer, asking: "Shall I help
The glance Krycek shot at him was pure poison. "I can do
that alone!" he
>Shit!< Mulder thought. >I should know his pride, know
that the last thing he
wants is my pity.< Trying to hide his compassion deep inside
as Krycek was
forced to put on his jeans with one hand, he nodded: "I see;
skillful at doing things one-handed." Damn! That sounded
even more stupid!
But Krycek didn't grow angry, he just smiled indecently. "If
you'd taken off
the handcuffs last night, I could have shown you, how skillful
one-handed." he purred, stepping close to Mulder . Mulder
looked into his
beautiful green eyes, nearly melting away. >Not now< he
back to recede Krycek. Unfortunately there was the bed, and stumbling
onto the pillows. At once Krycek was on top of him, his hand passing
"Krycek, stop that!" Mulder said firmly, but Krycek
bent down and kissed him
wildly, his tongue ravishing his mouth, setting his mind on fire.
man's hand wandered down his chest over his stomach to his belt,
open it, while his lips moved along Mulder's neck.
"Krycek!" Mulder moaned. "Stop! Scully's waiting!"
"Let her wait!" Krycek purred, his hand remained fiddling
on his belt.
Mulder's heart raced, but he couldn't admit a repetition of the
With his left hand he grabbed Krycek's wrist to pull it away,
dissapointed that Krycek allowed him to do so. Letting loose the
man's wrist, he realized why he didn't struggle his attempts to
With a "Click!" the metal of his own handcuffs closed
around his left wrist.
"What the hell!" he murmured, but now Krycek started
to struggle, pulling his
arm to the head of the bed and closed the other end of the cuffs
"Krycek!" Mulder shouted, tugging in vain at the handcuffs.
on top of him, cutting off further protest by a ravious kiss.
Then he stood
up and stepped back, laughing. "Do you see now, how skillful
I am?" Picking
up his leather jacket, he continued: "Thanks for the night,
the fuck of the century, but I have to go now." Full of anger
he watched him walking to the door with graceful movements. Before
Krycek looked back, saying: "Greet Scully from me, tell her
she's also a
great fuck. Not as good as you, but perhaps she can learn it."
Then he opened
the door and stepped into freedom.
"Krycek!" Mulder yelled. Silently he added: "Don't
Sometimes cats playing with their prey become so negligent, that
the rat has
a chance to escape. Krycek used his chance.
He left the hotel through the backdoor, stepping out into fresh
breathing in happily.
He'd been laid by Mulder. His dream had come true, unmolested
by his lost
He didn't like to leave Mulder, but he was sure, he'd see him
ways always met somehow.
In addition he'd also spent a nice time with Scully, with both
of them. None
of them had shrunk back at the sight of his handicap. Seemingly
his arm stump
didn't make him as ugly as he assumed.
Feeling stronger and prider, he walked away.
*** The End ***