Making His Marks

"I vote we just shoot them."

Alex Krycek ran his hand through his long-on-top, short-on- the-bottom ebony haircut, letting out a frustrated sigh. "You would."

Luis Cardinale turned on him, eyes flashing. "What the hell is that supposed to mean, Krycek?"

Krycek leveled his gaze at Cardinale calmly. "It means you have no style."

"Style? This isn't about style, Krycek. It's about getting that DAT away from Fox Mulder and Dana Scully!"

Krycek slid one hand into the pocket of his leather jacket with a bored sigh. "Everything's about style, Cardinale," he said, flipping an errant strand of hair out of his eyes. "Try a little creativity once in awhile. God...take pleasure in your work."

Cardinale smiled unattractively. "I do."

Krycek rolled his eyes. "I don't just mean spitting on the corpses on your way out the door, asshole. Have some fun. Make a mark."

"Enough." Spender leaned forward in his chair, the old leather creaking. Krycek and Cardinale both turned to face him, standing before his desk, looking like errant schoolboys.

"Tell me, Alex," he said, shaking another cigarette out of the pack. "What do you have in mind?"

Krycek glanced sideways at Cardinale smugly then trained his eyes back on Spender. "Okay. You want to put Mulder out of commission, right?"

Spender nodded. Cardinale just glared. Krycek ignored him.

"What better way to destroy Mulder than to destroy Scully?"

Spender nodded again.

"Well, what better way to destroy Scully than to destroy the relationship between them, by traumatizing Scully so deeply that she's changed forever?"

Spender sighed impatiently. "This is old territory, Alex. We've already abducted Scully. We need something more...effective."

Alex ran his tongue over his front teeth. "I know. I'm talking about a trauma that she will be too ashamed to do anything about. And that she won't let Mulder do anything about, either."

Spender's eyes narrowed. "Stop the game-playing and explain your plan, Alex."

"Ah, but where's the fun in that?"

Spender scowled, losing patience, and Cardinale smiled, pleased that Spender's golden boy was losing his shine.

"Just give me one day. If it doesn't work out, we kill 'em." Alex shrugged.

Spender raised one eyebrow. "You know, Alex, if this is handled badly, the repercussions will be...serious."

Alex nodded once.

"Very well. You have your day. I expect to have that tape in my hands by sundown tomorrow."

Alex smiled darkly. "You will."

Mulder's phone rang just as he was pulling up to the curb outside of the Lone Gunmen's building.

"Mulder."

"Mulder it's me."

"Scully...I'm just outside the Lone Gunmen's place. I was gonna see what they could tell me about this photo I found."

"Mulder...I need to talk to you about something. Can you come over here?"

"Sure, I'll be over as soon as I'm done here."

Silence. "Could you come over now?" Scully's voice sounded small.

Mulder's heart sped up a little. Something was wrong. "I'll be right there."

Mulder listened to the sound of his own heart thudding in his chest as he drove to her building, swerving through midday traffic. He pulled up to the curb and put on the brakes, coming to a jerking stop. He put the clip in his weapon and stepped out of the car, scanning the area for anything unusual.

He could see that her blinds were down. He carefully walked up to the front door of her building, his eyes darting frantically. Seeing nothing, he reached out and opened the door.

The hallway was quiet. Nothing seemed out of place. He walked to her door, gun in hand. He put his ear to the door and listened, but only silence greeted him. He carefully pulled his extra key from his pocket and quietly slid it into her lock. Turning the doorknob with his left hand, gun held tightly in his right, he slowly pushed the door open.

The lights were off, and before Mulder's eyes could adjust to the dim interior, he felt a blinding pain as something cracked him upside the head. Mulder's world went dark.

"Mulder!" Scully's voice broke as she screamed. "You son of a bitch! What did you do to him?"

"Relax, Scully. Mulder has a hard head. I'm sure you know that better than anyone. He'll be fine." Krycek smiled and looked down at the form on the floor. He turned back to Scully. "I'm not trying to kill him anyway...not this time. I have something much more interesting in mind."

Krycek kneeled beside Mulder's unconscious body, cuffing his hands behind his back and roping his ankles tightly together. He stood up, pleased with his work, then turned back to Scully.

She struggled against the rope binding her to the kitchen chair, wrenching her shoulders as she fought to free her hands from behind her back, and abrading her nylon-covered ankles where the ropes secured her to the chair's legs.

"Very nice." Krycek slowly came around behind Scully, who struggled frantically trying to see what he was doing. He stood there, looking first from Mulder's slumped form then down to the titian head just below his hands. He bent low, his lips right at her ear, his voice a malevolent whisper. "Now we just have to wait for sleeping beauty to wake up."

An involuntary shudder went through Scully's body. Never taking her eyes off Mulder, taking some relief in the rising and falling of his chest, she tried not to think too much about what Krycek had in mind. She jerked as Krycek's hands came down on her shoulders lightly, his thumbs moving softly against the skin of her neck.

"Unless you want to start without him," Krycek said, sliding his fingers under the collar of her prim white blouse. Scully squirmed a little in her seat, her lips a firm line, and said nothing. Krycek's hands left her shoulders and she let out a small, relieved sigh.

"Of course, half the fun is in having someone watch," he said to no one in particular, straightening up behind her. "Wouldn't you say, Red?"

Scully frowned, jerking once more at the bonds around her wrists.

"That's okay," said Krycek pleasantly. "You'll be talking soon enough." He came around in front of her and tilted his head, giving her a slow, appraising look from head to bound feet and back again. He licked his lips slowly and gave his head a flip, shaking a strand of dark hair out of his eyes. Scully's chest heaved faster. Krycek smiled, noticing. "Like that, do you, Dana?" he said, tucking his fingertips into the front pockets of his tight, faded blue jeans.

"Scully."

Sable brows arched, green eyes widening in surprise. Krycek grinned, a little impressed with her cheekiness despite himself. "I don't like last names, *Dana*," he said, leaning in so that his face was just a couple of feet in front of hers. "So impersonal." He leaned in even closer, putting his lips to her ear once again. He inhaled her sweet, clean scent, closing his eyes briefly to savor it. He opened them, enjoying the way she tried to pull her head away, following her until her head was at what had to be a painfully awkward angle and she had nowhere left to go to evade him. "You can even call me Alex," he murmured in her ear, ending on a hot breath of air.

Scully gasped quietly, closing her eyes tightly, her neck muscles strained and taut as she tried not to let his lips touch her ear. He flicked his tongue, tasting her earlobe just once then pulled back, straightening up again. The little whimper he got in response made his cock jump in his jeans as he watched her bring her head back up, shaking a stray tendril of hair from her forehead. This was going to be even more fun than he'd thought. And he'd only played with one half of the set. He smiled and licked his lips again, noticing that Scully's eyes tracked the movement. Then he turned around, taking his hands out of his pockets as he stepped over to Mulder's unconscious body.

"Don't...don't hurt him," Scully said quietly, sounding like she didn't want to beg him but couldn't help herself.

Krycek smiled. "I'm not really into pain as a rule, Dana," he said, squatting and reaching out to run his hand down Mulder's arm, stroking down to where Mulder's own cuffs held his wrists locked together. "...contrary to what my choice of vocation might suggest." Mulder didn't stir.

"Then what..." Scully trailed off.

"...do I want?" Krycek finished, giving her a look back over his shoulder, eyebrows raised. Scully stared at him mutely. Krycek turned back to Mulder, going to his knees now, making himself more comfortable beside the still form. "More than I can ever have," he said quietly, reaching forward and carefully rolling Mulder over onto his back, arranging his hands beneath his body so they weren't being crushed in an awkward position. Mulder's head thudded quietly against the wood floor and turned to the side, facing away. Krycek reached out and put his fingers on Mulder's cheek, pulling his face back so it was turned toward him. He brushed the pads of his fingers over the plump, slightly parted lips before sitting back on his heels with a quiet sigh.

"You...you want him..." said Scully wonderingly.

Krycek sighed again and shifted on his knees so he could look at her. "Well, duh, Red. I mean, look at him!" He glanced over to Mulder then leveled his gaze at her. "Don't you?"

"I'm his partner!" she said, struggling against her bonds again.

"I don't give a shit if you're his sister, Scully. Doesn't change the fact that Fox Mulder is fucking sex on legs." He let a grin slowly work its way across his face, breathing deeply. "Does it?" He raised his eyebrows inquiringly.

"That's sick, Krycek," Scully said, narrowing her eyes, wriggling against her bonds. Krycek watched her chest heave and writhe for a minute and then got to his feet, walking over to her and placing two fingers beneath her chin.

He raised her face slightly and she looked up at him angrily. He leaned in, putting his lips so close to hers he could taste her breath on his tongue. "I told to you to call me Alex," he breathed, not letting his lips touch hers. Her little panting breaths puffed against his lips and Scully pressed her lips firmly together, huffing through her nose. Krycek smiled and leaned back, removing his fingers from her chin.

"So you're saying you don't think he's attractive," he said, tilting his head in a parody of curiosity. Scully didn't answer.

"Oh, so you *do* think he's attractive then."

"I didn't say that!" Scully spat, eyes flashing.

"No, no you didn't." Krycek slid his right hand around the back of Scully's head, into her hair and slowly made a fist, pulling her head back slightly with the force of it. "So now I want to hear your answer, Dana," he said, placing the fingers of his other hand on her collar bone and stroking her through the thin material of her blouse. "Do you think he's attractive?"

Scully swallowed, and Krycek watched her pale throat, so exposed by her vulnerable position. "Yes," she said finally, refusing to look at him.

Krycek slid his fingers under the collar of her blouse, stroking over bare flesh now, working a finger under the thin strap of her bra. "Yes what, Dana?"

Scully's throat worked again, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her blouse as she fought to control her breathing. "Yes, I think he's attractive," she said, bringing her eyes back to his and fixing him with a cold, blue stare.

Krycek felt the power of it right down to his balls and grinned ferally. "Do you think he wants you, Dana?" he said conversationally, slipping his finger under the bra strap and pulling it down over the soft curve of her shoulder, then stroking the skin where it had been as if glad to be rid of the obstacle.

"I...no, no, I don't," Scully answered softly, looking away again.

Krycek loosed the hold he had on her hair, letting her head come forward again. He was standing very close to her now, one hand still resting on her shoulder beneath her blouse, the other sliding around to rest on the other. His crotch was less than a foot from her face now that her head was no longer pulled back. He felt his cock swell in an attempt to get to those pouty red lips.

A sound from behind him distracted him from his wandering thoughts and he pulled away, turning around.

"What..." Mulder hissed, his face screwing up with the pain of moving. "What the hell is going on?"

"Welcome to the party, Mulder!" said Krycek cheerfully. "We were just talking about you!"

Mulder blinked, clearing his head and then focused his eyes, bringing them to bear on his captor. "You son of a bitch."

Krycek smiled, stepping forward to stand over Mulder, who thrashed like a fish on a hook, trying to do God-knows-what in his totally restrained condition. "As I was telling Dana, Fox, I really prefer Alex."

"How about traitorous, murdering bastard," Mulder spat, still thrashing.

Krycek pursed his lips as if considering. "No...no, I think I really still prefer Alex," he said, bending down into a crouch beside the writhing agent. "What is it that you're trying to do, Mulder," said Krycek with a grin. "Bite my leg?"

"What the fuck do you want?" Mulder growled, still working against his restraints.

Krycek laughed low in his throat. "Well, Fox, that's soon going to be really apparent." He reached out and ran a hand down Mulder's far hip and Mulder immediately stilled, breathing heavily through his nose.

"So that scares you, does it, Fox?" Krycek said, moving his thumb back and forth across the ridge of Mulder's hip bone. Mulder just glared at him, now making every effort not to move.

"I kind of liked it when you were writhing around on the floor, Fox," said Krycek. "Thought I might just get to cop an accidental feel there for a minute."

Mulder's eyes narrowed.

"Of course, I'm at the advantage," said Krycek, moving his hand very slowly across Mulder's hip toward his fly. "I can pretty much do anything I want to here." He stopped with his hand resting on Mulder's thigh, just a hair's breadth from touching his growing erection.

"If I want a feel, I can cop it." He grabbed Mulder's bulge and squeezed. Mulder's head thrashed back, hitting the wood with a dull crack, and Krycek closed his eyes for a moment, breathing slowly. Then he released Mulder and stood back up.

Mulder tracked his movements intently as he walked back over to Scully, whose ice-blue eyes were wide, her red lips open in shock. Scully watched Krycek come closer and licked her lips, breathing hard. He saw her eyes flick down to his crotch for a split second and quirked a half-smile as he knew she would see that he was very hard under his tight jeans. He walked around behind her again and her eyes darted around, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"It's a real shame, Agent Mulder, the way you feel about your precious Scully," Krycek said, lifting her hair on either side of her face and letting it trail from his fingers.

"Get the fuck away from her," Mulder growled.

"Why, Fox?" said Krycek, letting his hands fall on Scully's shoulders. Scully twitched but otherwise did not struggle.

"Because she's untouchable?" said Krycek, his voice lowering. He watched Mulder's eyes widen to the point of popping out of his head as he slowly, slowly slid his hands down from Scully's shoulders toward her breasts.

"Oh, she's touchable," said Krycek in a low rasp. His hands slid down over Scully's breasts and squeezed, slowly and gently, and Scully whimpered and arched, perhaps to dislodge his hands and perhaps not. Krycek moaned, closing his eyes as he continued to gently knead Scully's breasts.

"Get your...you fucking...I'll kill you!" sputtered Mulder, commencing his thrashing, redoubling his efforts.

Krycek opened his eyes, looking directly at Mulder as he let go of Scully's breasts and then with the pads of his middle fingers, stroked soft circles around her hardening nipples. Scully gasped and then closed her mouth on the tiny whimpers coming from deep in her throat.

"Sooooo touchable," Krycek breathed, thrusting his hips slowly against the back of Scully's head. He rubbed his erection back and forth, opening his mouth in a silent gasp. Scully arched again, driving her head back more firmly against his erection, driving a low grunt from his throat.

"Uhnnngood, Dana. That's good," Krycek breathed, rewarding her by flicking her nipples with his fingers. She cried out, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she tried to choke back the sound. "Jesus, Mulder," Krycek said, pulling his hips back from Scully's head reluctantly. "You're a fucking idiot not to want this." Scully's head fell forward just a bit with a short, quiet sigh.

"What do you know, Krycek?" snarled Mulder, his voice breaking a little, his hands bleeding where he jerked them against the cuffs, still trying to escape.

"Well," Krycek brought his hands away from Scully's breasts, and she let out a sigh and leaned her head back, eyes closed, recovering her breath. "Dana did say that you didn't want her." Krycek slid his fingertips down inside the top of Scully's blouse, moving them gently against her skin, looking into Mulder's eyes.

"She's my partner," Mulder grated out, closing his eyes.

"So I've heard," replied Krycek, sounding bored. "But that really doesn't tell me whether she's right or not, Fox," he went on, slipping his hands lower inside her blouse, eliciting more tiny whimpers from Scully's throat as she struggled to maintain her breathing.

"What do you want, Krycek?" Mulder's voice tore from his throat.

Krycek slipped his hands down inside Scully's bra, sliding his fingers over bare skin, sighing. Scully was panting open- mouthed now, head still back, eyes still closed. Krycek began rubbing his erection back and forth against the back of her head again and she made no move to raise it away. As his fingertips moved down over her hard little nipples, Krycek groaned. Scully groaned too, arching hard into his touch.

Mulder's breath left his throat in a quiet sob. Krycek moaned again, pinching Scully's nipples gently between his knuckles, and Scully was moaning continuously now, making a small mewling sound under her breath.

"I want to know," said Krycek breathlessly, his eyes drifting open and closed as he palmed Scully's breasts, "if you want her or not, Fox. And don't just say she's your partner. I think we both know that already, don't we Red?" he said, bending in low to her ear. She just whimpered in response. Krycek pinched her nipples harder and she jerked and cried out.

"Of course I fucking want her!" Mulder yelled, his voice cracked and hoarse. "I want her," he repeated, his voice falling as his struggles slowed, his eyes closed in agony.

Scully's eyes opened and she blinked and stared at Mulder, lips parted in surprise. Krycek smiled and pulled his hands out of her bra, sliding them up the sides of her surprised face softly. "See, Dana? I guess Mulder's not such a stupid fuck after all."

Mulder's mouth firmed, his jaw clenching, eyes still closed. Krycek stepped out from behind Scully, adjusting his erection slightly in his jeans with a small grunt. "Now let's see how much sense *you* have, Dana," he said, walking slowly over to Mulder, who was still lying still, head thrown back against the floor, eyes closed. He groaned quietly as he crouched beside Mulder again, his rock-hard erection making the position much less comfortable than it was originally.

"Enough sense to recognize a golden opportunity when you see it?" Krycek asked. Mulder's eyes snapped open, focusing in on Krycek frantically.

"Mmmm yes, a golden opportunity," Krycek said, low and breathy, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from Mulder's sweaty forehead. Mulder jerked back, trying to evade his touch, but Krycek stroked his hand down the side of Mulder's face tenderly before he withdrew it. Mulder was shaking and staring at him, his mouth a thin white line.

"So, Dana," he said, taking a breath and steadying his voice. "You said you were attracted to him." Mulder's eyes darted from Krycek to Scully and back, and Krycek smiled. "Yeah, she did, Mulder. While you were...napping. Right, Dana?" Krycek looked at her over his shoulder, raising his eyebrows, obviously waiting for her answer.

"I...yes, I did," answered Scully, swallowing and looking from Mulder to Krycek quickly.

"Good girl," said Krycek, turning back to Mulder, whose eyes were narrowed, looking more curious than furious now, as he fastened his gaze back on Krycek's face. "We know how Fox likes his truth, after all."

Krycek reached out and laid his hand gently on Mulder's nearest thigh and Mulder's whole body twitched and went rigid, a distinct tent pushing his pants away from his crotch.

"So, tell us the truth, Dana," said Krycek, moving his fingers lightly against Mulder's thigh, brushing closer and closer to the peak in his suit pants. "Do you want him?" He smiled as he watched Mulder's erection twitch under the fabric of his pants, then he looked back over his shoulder again, giving Scully an impatient raise of the eyebrows.

Scully's breathing was shallow and quick and her eyes moved around the room, not wanting to light on either Krycek's or Mulder's face. Mulder breathed hard, trying not to move. Krycek's voice was slightly irritated. "Well?"

"Y-yes." Scully breathed her answer, looking at the floor.

"Yes what, Dana?" asked Krycek, moving his hand just a little closer to Mulder's erection, but not yet touching it.

"Yes, I...I want him," said Scully, letting out a held breath and closing her eyes.

"See?" said Krycek, sounding pleased. "That wasn't so *hard* after all." At the word 'hard', Krycek suddenly moved his hand onto Mulder's erection and squeezed again, and Mulder groaned helplessly, his hips lifting slightly into Krycek's touch.

"So, Dana," Krycek went on, squeezing Mulder's cock rhythmically, earning more gasping moans from his victim. "Fox wants to fuck you, and you want to fuck Fox. What I'm wondering is, what the hell are you two waiting for? Aliens to take over the planet?" Krycek grinned at his own joke and removed his hand from Mulder's erection. Mulder sighed, his hips still moving slightly against the floor.

Krycek stood slowly, obviously even more uncomfortable. He reached for the button on his jeans and Scully gasped. He looked up at her from under his lashes and grinned, then unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper slowly. HIs cock pushed out through the black cotton of his briefs, and he reached down into the waistband and pulled it out, pushing his underwear down under his balls. He groaned and took himself in his fist, squeezing and sliding his hand slowly up and down the shaft, his head falling back, eyes closed.

"The really important thing," he said breathlessly, moving his hand up and down his cock, "is that I want to fuck you both." They both gasped.

He groaned and gave himself another squeeze, and a drop of precum beaded up on the end of his dick, clinging there. "And since I have the gun," he went on, palming himself, pressing his cock against his hard abdomen, "and you're both tied up, I pretty much get to have whatever I want."

He opened his eyes, taking his hand from his cock and clenching it in a fist at his side. "And I think what I want first is for you to suck my cock, Dana."

"No!" Mulder cried out angrily. Krycek turned, shooting him a heated look from under lowered lids.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mulder, did you want to go first?"

Mulder rolled his eyes, jaw clenched.

"Okay then. Open up, Red."

"No, don't do it, Krycek!" Mulder said, staring into his eyes.

"Well, somebody's going to suck my cock, Fox, and if you don't want Dana to do it, then you'd better open up those pretty little lips of yours." Krycek trailed his fingers up the underside of his shaft and shuddered, staring down at Mulder.

"M-Mulder, don't...I...I can do this," said Scully, pleading.

Krycek chuckled lowly. "Fighting over me now, are we, agents? I'll tell you what. Whoever asks nicest gets my cock down their throat."

"P-please, Krycek, don't make her do this..."

"Please who?"

Mulder swallowed. "Alex. Please, Alex."

Krycek gave him a gentle smile. "Please what, Fox? What do you want me to do?"

Mulder closed his eyes, breathing out slowly. "Please let me suck your cock."

"MMMm...Jesus, Fox, you don't know what that does to me," answered Krycek breathlessly, squeezing his cock and blinking slowly.

"Now we just have to get you into a more comfortable position." Krycek bent over and grabbed Mulder's shoulders. Mulder's eyes snapped open, and he awkwardly rolled to the side, getting his knees under him. Krycek helped him raise up so that he was kneeling in front of him, ankles tied, hands cuffed behind his back.

Krycek picked up his gun from the table, and returned to Mulder. He reached out and smoothed his hand gently over the cut his gun had made at Mulder's temple when he'd hit him earlier.

"I'm sorry I had to hurt you," he said softly. He laid the gun against the other side of Mulder's head softly.

"No teeth. I don't want to have to do it again."

Mulder looked up at him, avoiding looking at the hard, weeping cock just inches in front of his face. Krycek looked down into his eyes and squinted slightly. "I've wanted this for so long," he said, resting his gun hand on Mulder's shoulder. He reached out with his other hand and pushed his thumb between Mulder's lips, pressing them open slightly. He jerked a little when Mulder's tongue flicked against the tip of it, then he quickly withdrew it and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, pushing it toward Mulder's parted lips.

Mulder's mouth opened wider, his tongue coming out before Krycek's cock even touched him. With a shuddering sigh, Mulder licked the precum from the tip of Krycek's cock, and Krycek groaned and thrust his hips forward just slightly, pushing his cockhead between Mulder's lips.

Mulder's mouth closed around it on a quiet moan and his tongue began to move against the underside as he opened wider, taking Krycek more deeply into his mouth.

Krycek groaned and began gently thrusting into Mulder's mouth, grabbing Mulder's hair gently in both hands, holding the gun pressed up against the side of his head, moving it up and down his shaft.

"Oh God...Mulder...Jesus...fucking good..." Krycek murmured incoherently, his breath coming in hard, shallow pants. Mulder moaned around the cock in his mouth, his eyes closed, his lips stretched to cover his teeth so as not to scrape Krycek. Krycek continued to thrust into Mulder's mouth, occasionally causing him to gag but immediately pulling back to let him recover before Mulder would suck him back in, humming against the hot flesh, taking him deeper.

"Jesus! Fuck! Mulder!" Krycek's hands tightened in Mulder's hair and his hips began thrusting harder, shorter, and then his head snapped back on his shoulders with a yell as he came, Mulder slurping and moaning as he struggled to swallow everything Krycek had to give him. Krycek continued to pump shallowly in Mulder's mouth as Mulder sucked and licked him clean, then, realizing he had a tight grip on Mulder's hair, Krycek pulled out of Mulder's mouth and let go of his head, stumbling back, still catching his breath.

Mulder kneeled, head down, breathing hard, licking his lips, eyes drifting open and closed.

"That was...fucking incredible, Fox," said Krycek, giving him a wondering look. "A hell of a lot better than it had to be," he added quietly on a sigh. Mulder just kept his eyes closed, recovering his breath, his tongue flicking out to lick away another trace of Krycek's semen now and then. Krycek watched him for a few minutes, just breathing, his cock never really going completely soft as he watched Mulder get his lips completely clean. Finally, he turned away with a sigh, bringing his gaze around to Scully, whom he'd almost forgotten about until now.

Scully was breathing hard, licking her lips compulsively, her eyes big and shiny, her thighs moving on the seat of the chair. Krycek's eyes widened and he smiled, obviously very pleased with her response.

"Guess you liked it, too, huh Dana?" he asked, taking his cock, which was hardening again, in his hand and stroking it lazily.

"Do you give good head too? As good as Fox over there?" Scully just stared at him, but her tongue moved along her upper lip.

Krycek turned around to find Mulder with his eyes open, looking dazedly at both of them. "What do you think, Fox? Do you think she gives head as well as you do?"

Mulder's lips parted as if he was actually going to answer, but nothing came out and he closed them again.

"Let's find out."

Scully's mouth fell open and she shut it quickly, her blue eyes as wide as they'd ever been as she stared at Krycek.

"First, Mulder, you need to move over there to that wall." He pointed behind Mulder and Mulder looked back over his shoulder in confusion. "Go on...your ankles are tied, but you should be able to get over there using your knees."

Mulder frowned and slowly made his way awkwardly to the wall, where he turned around and stopped, facing Krycek and Scully on his knees once again.

"Good. You're going to need something to help hold you up." Krycek's mouth turned up at the corner in a half-grin. Mulder just stared at him, puzzled.

"Okay, Scully. Here's where trust comes in," Krycek said, fingering his weapon. "I'm gonna untie you now, and you're going to do exactly as I tell you. If you don't, I'm going to smack Fox in the head with this gun. If you try anything stupid, I'll shoot you both, like I was supposed to do in the first place."

Scully's brows furrowed at that, but Krycek quickly walked around behind her, reaching down and beginning to untie her wrists. "Do you promise to be good, Dana?" he asked, stopping for a moment to wait for her answer.

"Yes," Scully answered quietly.

"Lucky for Mulder," replied Krycek, and he untied her wrists and helped her bring them slowly around in front of her, flicking the safety off on the gun and keeping it trained on her. She just rubbed her wrists and rolled her shoulders, loosening tight, strained muscles. Krycek came back around in front of her.

"Okay, now take off your blouse and your bra," he said casually, waving the gun a little toward her chest for emphasis. She looked up at him, lips parting again in surprise, and he raised his eyebrows in an impatient gesture.

"Scully..." Mulder's voice was quiet and helpless, and Scully looked up and actually gave him the faintest of smiles to comfort him. Krycek couldn't help but smile a little himself at the sweetness of the moment. Then he waved the gun again to hurry her up.

Scully reached up with trembling fingers and unbuttoned her blouse slowly, pulling it out of the waistband of her skirt. She leaned forward slightly, shrugging the light fabric down over her shoulders and arms and dropping it the floor. Without raising back up, she reached around to her back and unclasped her bra, slowly bringing the ends around in front of her, breathing hard as she pulled it down her arms and dropped it on the floor.

Krycek and Mulder both inhaled loudly and gazed at Scully, bared from the waist up, the nipples of her small, round breasts pink and hard, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. She crossed her arms loosely over her chest, closing her eyes. Mulder closed his eyes shamefully, and Krycek smiled, stepping closer.

"You're absolutely fucking beautiful under those ugly suits, Dana," he said in a hushed voice. She looked up at him and blinked, her breathing quickening just a little.

"Look who's talking about ugly suits," she said quietly under her breath, and Krycek laughed delightedly.

"Yeah, you're right, Red! With the shitty, off-the-rack crap I was walking around in while I was in the Bureau I sure don't have any room to talk, do I?" He grinned down at her, his eyes shining. She flicked her eyes up to his, and seeing his open smile, her lips twitched just slightly, then she dropped her gaze again, staring at the floor.

Krycek's smile faded. "I'm not going to hurt you, Dana," he said quietly. "Unless I have to. Please don't make me." He stepped forward and lifted her chin with his fingers as he had earlier, and she looked at his face and said nothing, but she didn't look as scared as she had been. Krycek smiled again and leaned in closer, his eyes fluttering closed as his lips came nearer and nearer her lips. Just before they touched, Scully's lips parted slightly on a quiet gasp and Krycek pressed in, pushing his tongue gently between her soft lips, stroking it through her mouth slowly for a moment before withdrawing with a shaky sigh. Her eyes were closed when he pulled back, her lips parted and moist, soft breaths panting out between them. He sighed again and stepped back, licking his lips.

Then he went to his knees at her feet, giving her an embarrassed look as he slid the gun up her side, resting the cold muzzle against her bare flesh. She jerked back from it with a whimper, and Krycek closed his eyes and then opened them.

"I'm going to untie your legs now, Dana," he said, reaching down with his left hand, gun held at her ribs in his right. "Please...please don't do anything. I really don't want to shoot you." He held her gaze as his left hand worked at the knots. He freed first one leg, then the other, and Scully made no move to escape, just moving her feet in circles, working out the aches. Krycek closed his hand around her ankles, one at a time, rubbing them briefly, and Scully jerked a little but didn't draw her legs back. He then gently slipped her pumps off, setting them to the side, rubbing the bottoms of her feet a bit with his thumb before pulling back and standing, removing his gun from her side. She looked up at him, arms still crossed over her bare breasts.

"Stand up." Krycek reached forward with his left hand, holding the gun on her with his right, and helped her get up. He breathed deeply, looking down at the half-naked Scully, so much smaller now without her shoes. Scully's eyes flicked from Krycek's face to the floor to Mulder, behind him. Krycek gave her a warm, slow smile.

"Take off your pantyhose and panties, Scully," he said, his voice going lower. Her arms trembled over her breasts and he gently reached forward, pulling them away from her body. As her breasts were bared, she reached shakily for the closure of her skirt.

"Did I tell you to take off your skirt, Dana?" Krycek asked, eyebrows raised. Scully looked up at him from under a fall of hair.

"Just the pantyhose and panties. I kind of like the skirt," he said, one corner of his mouth quirked up in a grin.

She frowned slightly and swallowed, then started sliding her skirt up her legs.

Krycek sighed. "See, Fox?" he said, turning around to get Mulder's response. "It *is* better with the skirt, isn't it?"

Mulder, of course, said nothing, but his eyes didn't stay on Krycek's long, quickly returning to Scully who now had her skirt up around her waist and was pushing pantyhose and panties very slowly down her hips. Mulder's lips parted on a quiet gasp. Krycek smiled and turned back to Scully.

As Scully pushed her pantyhose and panties down her thighs, her skirt fell back down, covering her. Krycek pouted but grinned, until Scully had pushed the hose and panties to the floor and carefully stepped out of them, toeing them to the side.

"I just fucking hate pantyhose, don't you, Dana?" Krycek said, eyes running up and down her pale, bare legs then across her heaving chest. Scully's brow raised just slightly at his comment, and she smoothed her skirt down over her bare thighs, making no attempt now to cover her breasts. She leveled a darkening blue gaze at him and he gave her a smoldering smile in response. She licked her lips.

"All right then," said Krycek, shaking himself a little. "Get on over there and show us whatcha got." He gestured toward Mulder with the gun, and this time both of Scully's brows arched skyward, her lips parting in surprise as she looked from Krycek to Mulder and back to Krycek.

"Well, it's Mulder's turn, after all," said Krycek generously. "Go on."

Scully's eyes widened and she took a tentative step toward Mulder.

"Scully..." Mulder breathed, his eyes dark and shiny. "You...don't have to do this..."

"Mulder...sshhhhhh." Scully hushed him and walked over, lowering herself to her knees right in front him.

Mulder stared at her, his mouth open, his breaths coming fast and hard. She lowered her head slightly and looked up at him from under her lashes, a tiny smile playing on her lips. Mulder tried to keep himself from looking at her breasts and failed, his eyes skimming from breasts to mouth and back again, and Scully breathed deep, her chest rising and falling several inches in front of Mulder's. Her hands opened and closed against her thighs.

Krycek stepped up behind them, tickling his hand up and down his freshly stiffened erection, breathing hard. "Take it out," he rasped, gesturing to Mulder's crotch with a flick of his head.

Mulder glared up at him and Krycek stared back, sliding his hand slowly up and down his cock. Scully leaned forward, swallowing hard, and reached for Mulder's belt. Mulder's body bucked forward, toward her touch, his face a mask of tortured agony. Scully brought one hand up to his face and stroked his cheek softly. She whispered so quietly that Mulder barely heard her.

"It's okay, Mulder. I want to."

Mulder gasped, his head falling back on his shoulders, as her hand trailed down his chest, back to his belt, where she undid it with her deft fingers. Krycek stared, his breathing loud beside them, his hand moving slowly up and down his shaft. Mulder's cock jumped inside his pants as Scully carefully unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, parting the two halves of his fly and pushing them to the sides with a deep sigh.

There was a wet spot on the dark gray cotton of Mulder's boxer briefs at the very peak of his erection, and Scully very gently ran a fingertip over it with a breath. Mulder whimpered and thrust his hips forward. Scully grasped him and squeezed him through the fabric of his underwear, and they all three groaned in unison.

"Go on," Krycek gasped, "Take it out."

Scully looked at him briefly, her eyes dark and wet, then looked back at Mulder, whose eyes were still closed, head thrown back, Adam's apple bobbing as he sucked harsh, rasping breaths. Scully took hold of the waistband of Mulder's underwear with one hand and pulled, while with the other she reached inside, wrapping her hand around hot, jumping flesh. She gasped and Mulder groaned, high and desperate, and Krycek's hand moved faster up and down his own cock.

"'Ssbeautiful..." Scully sighed, pulling Mulder's shorts down out of the way, squeezing him. He grunted, high and breathy, and pushed his hips up, thrusting into her grip. Her mouth opened before she even bent her head, and she slowly lowered her face to Mulder's crotch, her hot breaths bathing the glistening head of his rigid cock.

Scully moaned as she wrapped her mouth around the fat mushroom-shaped head, and Mulder threw his head back into the wall, where it bounced with a dull thud.

"Scuh..." Mulder panted, his head laid back against the wall, rolling side to side, eyes closed.

"Mmmmm..." Scully moaned in response, her tongue licking sloppily as she lowered her face down, leaning over him, taking Mulder deeper, holding the base of his cock firmly in one hand, supporting herself at his side with the other. She began to bob her head, going a little further down each time, slurping and swallowing and moving her tongue frantically, humming all the while.

Mulder whimpered and groaned and sobbed, his hips bucking up helplessly, pushing him more deeply into her working mouth. She bobbed faster, her own moans going higher as she reacted to his obviously ecstatic response.

"God, fuck yeah...," Krycek breathed, coming around behind Scully. He got to his knees behind her, and dropped his gun, pushing his jeans down his thighs. Scully continued to work her face up and down Mulder's cock and didn't notice, and Mulder's eyes were still closed, his mouth open in a slack, continuous gasp. Krycek reached forward with trembling hands and took hold of the hem of Scully's skirt, tugging it up gently.

Scully cried out against Mulder's cock and her body jerked, and Mulder cried out and opened his eyes to see what had caused her reaction. His eyes met Krycek's as Krycek slowly slid Scully's skirt up the backs of her thighs, lifting her hips so that her ass was raised in the air. As Scully's ass was bared, her skirt pushed up around her waist, Krycek looked from Mulder's face down to her pale, perfect cheeks, and his mouth opened on a loud breath.

"Fucking gorgeous," he sighed, grabbing his erection with one hand, sliding the other over the soft roundness in front of him. Scully moaned again, whimpering as she spread her thighs just a little wider.

Krycek moaned and pressed forward, pushing the head of his cock between her slick, wet folds. Scully groaned and moved her head faster, and Mulder sobbed, trying to keep his eyes open so he could see Krycek, but unable to do so consistently as they kept fluttering shut.

Krycek pushed forward with a long, deep groan, sinking into Scully to the hilt, then grabbed her hips and drove himself just a little deeper with another jab. Scully growled against Mulder's cock and Mulder's hips rammed up, shoving him more deeply into her throat.

"Fuh..gonna...cuh...Scuh..." Mulder panted and his head thrashed, his hips thrusting.

"Not until she does," gasped Krycek, beginning to pump in and out of Scully's body, grunting with the slap of each thrust.

Mulder whimpered and bit his lip until it was white, and Scully's mouth opened wider, going a bit slack as she cried out with each thrust. Krycek slammed into her harder, driving her forward over Mulder's cock with each thrust, and he moaned, digging his fingers into the pale skin of her ass, pulling her hips back, penetrating hard and deep.

Krycek leaned forward over Scully's body, skimming his hands jerkily over her right breast and she gasped against Mulder cock, arching back slightly. He continued driving into her, pinching her nipple now, and she began whining, long and loud, losing control of her movements on Mulder's cock, obviously getting close. Krycek's eyes closed as he worked his trembling hand down her chest and abdomen and slipped a finger down between her thighs, suddenly making tiny, fast circles directly over her clit.

Scully yelled against Mulder's cock, her body bucking wildly as she came hard. She pulled off with a gasping sob and cried out as her body shuddered and jerked, gripped in a long, violent climax. Mulder sobbed, his hips jerking up, searching out the lost contact, and as Scully came back down to Earth again, she slid her mouth back down over his cock with a sighing hum.

Mulder groaned, high and desperate, and jerked hard, shoving himself deeply as he started to come, yelling at the ceiling. Scully struggled to swallow it all, gulping and licking and sucking frantically, and Krycek raised back up, gripping both hips painfully, and slammed in hard and deep. Scully licked her way up Mulder's cock and let it slip from her lips then began thrusting herself backward to meet each of Krycek's hard slams into her body.

Krycek cried out and jerked his hips erratically, shooting his own load, his mouth open in a breathless sob as he pumped it all into her over and over.

Panting and shuddering, he fell over her body, and Scully laid her head in Mulder's lap, sliding to the floor under the weight of him. Mulder panted and gasped, looking down at the spill of red hair in his lap and the dark, silky hair of the spent man just behind it.

Krycek breathed hard against Scully's shoulders for a few minutes then rose up off her body and pulled out with a groan. Scully whimpered slightly, then raised herself up off Mulder's lap with a sigh. Mulder looked at her wet, swollen lips and licked his own and before Krycek knew what was happening, Scully leaned forward, fastening her mouth to Mulder's with a gasping whimper.

Mulder groaned into her mouth, their lips and tongues lashing frantically together, as Scully leaned in hard, devouring Mulder's mouth, and Mulder moaned and kissed her back, tasting himself and shuddering, grunting and swallowing her answering moans hungrily.

Krycek smiled, still breathing hard, and tucked his sticky cock back into his jeans, zipping up. He reached forward and gently tugged on Scully's skirt, sliding it down to cover her soaked sex and slippery thighs. He got to his feet, raking a hand through his long hair.

"So," he panted, licking his lips. "Where's the tape?"

Mulder and Scully ignored him, continuing to devour one another's mouths.

"Ahem...guys...I said, where's the damned tape? I can't go back empty-handed, here, as fun as this has been. I need the DAT."

Scully finally pulled back from Mulder's mouth, panting and licking her lips, leaving Mulder's lips swollen and red, glistening with cum and saliva. Mulder blinked dazedly and finally looked up at the man speaking to them.

"We..." he breathed. "We don't have it."

Krycek frowned and Scully turned around, kneeling primly beside Mulder, her mouth red and puffy all the way around, her make up smeared. She wiped the corners of her mouth daintily with thumb and forefinger. "He's right, Alex. Skinner has it."

Krycek's brows furrowed, then one corner of his mouth started to curve up in a teasing smirk.

"Really now." His eyebrows waggled, and Mulder's eyes widened as Scully's mouth dropped open once more.

"Well, shit," said Krycek good-naturedly, leaning down to pick up his dropped weapon. He tucked it into the back of his jeans and straightened up. "Anybody know what time it is?" Scully looked over at the clock on the wall and Krycek followed her gaze.

"Ah, I still have several hours. Good. Well, listen...I gotta take off now. A Syndicate spy's work is never done," he said, walking quickly to Scully's door. He gave them a both a smile and a wink, then stepped out, closing it behind him.

They both stared at the door for a minute, then looked back at each other, eyes wide.

"You don't think..." Scully said shaking her head slightly.

"I wouldn't think so..." said Mulder uncertainly, looking at the door again. Then he looked back at Scully and smiled. "Hey, Scully...um...do you think you could get me out of these cuffs?"

Scully smiled back. "I will," she said, leaning in. "In good time, Fox. All in good time." She licked a hot, wet path up the side of Mulder's neck and he sighed and fell back against the wall, going slack. She chuckled against the flesh of his neck and moved forward, sliding her hand down into Mulder's lap as she began sucking hard, making her own mark.