Towel

I scrubbed at my wet hair vigorously with the towel as I came out of the bathroom.

"Hands up."

"What the fuh-?" I snapped my head up and met the barrel of a gun, two feet in front of my face. Burning green eyes stared over the top of it. I snatched the towel from my head and threw it in front of my crotch, holding it bunched there in one hand. My former partner snickered.

"Maybe you didn't hear me, Mulder. I said, hands up."

He tilted his head down a little, looking at me through the dense curtain of his eyelashes. I narrowed my eyes, chewing the inside of my lower lip thoughtfully. Smug little bastard, looking at me with that predatory smirk. I decided to play his game. I shrugged and let the towel fall, lifting both hands casually to the sides of my head, a bored expression on my face. I tried not to smirk as I saw him check me out with a quick downward flick of his eyes..

I was partially erect and swelling fast. Of course I'd made myself come in the shower, but those quick, unsatisfying jerk- off sessions rarely did anything more than make me want the real thing. I don't know why I even bothered, except it just seemed like the thing to do, especially since I'm hard more than half the time. Sometimes I just need a little breathing room in my shorts.

Krycek stared at me, and I could tell his breathing was speeding up a little. I licked my lips slowly and put my hands behind my head with a sigh. I wondered if he was ever going to speak.

"So, Krycek, did you come for a reason besides checking out my package?"

It was wholly satisfying to see his mouth drop open for just a moment before his little pink tongue made the circuit across his soft lower lip. His voice came out in a deliciously unsteady rasp.

"Yeah, I did. Get some clothes on. I need to talk to you."

I ran my tongue across the front of my upper teeth. "So talk."

His eyes squinted, and I could tell he was uncomfortable with the fact that I was making no move to follow his directive. I could also tell he didn't have the faintest idea what to do about it. What was he gonna do? Threaten to shoot me if I didn't put clothes on? Now I did smile, just slightly, shifting my hips.

"If you have something to say, say it."

He just looked at me, tilting his head slightly, as if trying to figure me out. A rush of adrenaline at the power I seemed to have over him made my cock lift a bit more, and we both looked down at it at the same time. He looked back up quickly. I raised my eyes to his slowly. I saw him swallow. I licked slowly across my bottom lip and smiled.

"Talk, Alex. Or maybe that's the problem. Maybe you're *all* talk." I saw the gun waver slightly, and feeling my heart start to drum against my ribs, I took a step forward. Now the gun was about a foot in front of me, pointed at the hollow of my throat. He didn't step back.

"You're not a top at all, really, are you Alex?" I asked, low and careful. "Oh I'm sure you play the part pretty well. Probably have to, to keep that pretty ass of yours from getting reamed every night. But underneath all that hard talk you just want to be somebody's bitch." I steadied my breathing, feeling a flutter of fear, wondering if I'd gone over the line.

Alex's mouth opened, his tongue working his bottom lip furiously, back and forth, back and forth. I couldn't help but picture that lip as the head of my cock, and surged to fully erect with a soft sigh. Now I knew where the line was. I toed it.

"I saw it when we were partners. All that adoration and puppy-dog pouting. You just beg to be collared, Alex." My voice was a low rumble now, breathy with my efforts to control it. "You'd make a really good pet, wouldn't you, babe? Kneeling at my feet, panting for the chance to suck my cock?" I stepped in again, and muzzle of the gun brushed across my throat to the side of my neck. I shivered with a slow blink. The arm extending out from his body was visibly shaking a little, and I let my eyes follow it right back up to his face. He really was panting. Little shallow breaths blowing out from between soft, pink lips, broken by the occasional tongue flick.

"If you beg me good enough, Alex, I'll let you suck it," I said, giving my hips an arrogant little thrust forward. I saw his body jerk back a little, and the gun twitched against my neck. "Come on, pet. You want it. It wants you. Beg me, and it's yours."

His eyes flicked down again and his pretty lashes fluttered as his tongue flicked once again at his bottom lip. He looked at my chest and pressed his lips together.

"P-please."

A wave of heat washed my body from face to cock.

"What? What do you want, pet?" I kept my voice low and soft, so as not to scare him away. I wanted this as badly as it appeared he did. Probably worse. The gun shook against the skin of my throat.

"I...I want to suck it. Please let me suck it." I barely made the words out in the ragged whisper, but my cock heard them and jumped upward, giving its assent. I turned my head slightly to the side and licked along the barrel of the gun, which immediately started shaking. Then I nodded.

He looked as if he might cry, pulling the gun away and starting to tuck it into the back of his waistband. My arm shot out and grabbed his. We locked eyes.

"Put it down."

He stared at me, panic gleaming in the whites of his eyes. My cock twitched at the sight.

"Put it down, Alex, or the deal's off."

He blinked rapidly, his chest heaving, and bit his lip. Then slowly, slowly, he started to lower it to the floor. I let go of his arm and put my hand back behind my head as I heard the metal clunk softly against the wood. Before he could do anything more, I kicked it away. He reached for it, almost instinctively, but made no move to retrieve it.

He was down on one knee now, hand splayed on the floor, in the perfect position to propose marriage. He stared at the floor and I stared at the dark ebony silk of his hair. I gave him time. He had to show me how badly he wanted this.

He surprised me by reaching out to my leg with trembling fingers, still looking at the floor, and stroking away a bit of water still leftover from my shower. His touch was pure electricity and I swallowed and looked down as my cock danced up, showing its appreciation.

"Tongue, pet. Not fingers."

I heard his shuddering sigh as he got down on all fours. He really did make a beautiful pet. I watched with shallow breaths as his head came nearer and nearer to my leg, then twitched and grunted as I felt the wet heat of his tongue begin lapping away the moisture.

Oh god, it was good. I felt myself ooze precum at the thought of what it would feel like to have that sweet, hot mouth on my cock. I lowered my hands from behind my head and reached down with one, stroking his hair, petting him.

"Good," I breathed. "That's good."

He whimpered and shivered, licking faster and using longer strokes. I dug my fingers into his hair, combing through it, turning his shivers into shudders.

He slowly worked his way up my leg from ankle to mid-thigh, then to my surprise, fell back to my feet and gave my other leg the same thorough attention.

"Mmmm yes, pet. Good." My legs were trembling just slightly now and my cockhead glistened, urgently demanding it receive proper due. Alex licked his way to the middle of my other thigh, raising his hands off the floor and moving in slightly. He lowered his head, looking up at me from under lowered lids. His eyes flicked to my erection, which reacted with a twitch, and he looked back up at me quickly.

"M-may I?"

My knees nearly gave out at the submission in that voice. So sweet. He was really getting into this, I could tell. I looked in his eyes and took a firm hold on his hair, lifting his face. His stuttered breaths were cool on my wet cockhead, and my own mouth dropped open on harsh, panting breaths as I watched him extend his tongue slowly, his gorgeous eyes fluttering closed.

With a shuddering moan, his mouth enclosed the tip of my cock in wet fire. I nearly held his face in place and just fucked down his throat, only holding back because I was very anxious to see what that hungry tongue could do, given the chance. He grunted and swirled his tongue around the base of the crown, taking me deeper and deeper. His moans vibrated against my flesh, causing my knees to shake, threatening to go out from under me. I placed my other hand on his head with my first and waited for him to work my cock down his throat himself.

My head wanted to fall back, allowing the panting breaths to escape unhindered, but I couldn't take my eyes off those long, dark lashes, tickling against pale cheeks as soft pink lips wrapped around me and a hot, talented tongue took its time driving me insane.

I've never seen anything so beautiful. I actually whimpered a little, overcome by the power of it. Alex groaned again in response and began to pull back. I allowed him to suck his way to the tip and then he looked down and I heard his gravelly hush of a voice.

"Can I...touch you?"

I wanted his hands on me so bad I nearly acquiesced right then, but I also realized that he was testing me and would be disappointed if I failed to live up to his expectations.

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore my cock's insistence that I shut up and let him get back to work.

"What's that, pet? You want something?"

I heard him sigh. "Please...let me touch you."

"Better." I let him suffer another moment, suffering right along with him, then as he raised his face to gauge my mood, I stroked my hands down the sides of his head.

"Touch me, Alex."

His gasp sounded a little like a sob as he immediately fell forward, sliding his hands up my thighs and hips, sucking me back into his mouth with a series of hungry grunts. One hand continued sliding up my abdomen until he reached my nipple, and he scraped across it gently with his fingernail. I bucked hard into his mouth he never even gagged, just moving his head to compensate perfectly for the sudden movement. He continued to flick my nipple with his nail as he worked his head up and down my shaft, sucking me to the root, then drawing off almost completely before taking me all the way down again.

I began to groan with each descent, crying out when his nails would spark that connection between nipple and groin, and I gripped his hair more tightly and couldn't help but thrust into his mouth, trying to stay in control.

He groaned, high and needy, when I began to thrust, and I could tell he liked it...that feeling of being used. Knowing he was enjoying it ratcheted my own response up several notches and I thrust harder, getting closer and closer to the edge. As I used his mouth more roughly, his groans got deeper and longer, vibrating against my throbbing flesh. Feeling my whole body tense with the promise of it, I yanked his head in hard against me and came, shooting deep into his throat with an animal yell.

As I felt myself empty into him, pulsing against the hot flesh of his mouth, I felt him begin to struggle just a little. Recovering some self-control, I haltingly pulled his face back, giving him space to breathe again. He drew long breaths through his nose, sucking gently, milking me of everything I had to give him before pulling off, licking his lips and swallowing breathlessly.

I was barely able to stand any longer, my knees threatening to buckle, and I staggered back, turning slightly until I hit the wall, then leaning against it, catching my breath. As I left Alex where he kneeled, he looked up at me with sad, scared eyes, still licking my semen from his lips.

I'm a very orally fixated individual. I love to bite and lick and chew and suck, and at the time all I could think about was how much I wanted to orally experience every inch of the body genuflecting before me. But how to do it without breaking the tenuous thread that was binding us together as Master and servant?

I closed my eyes until my breathing steadied, considering my options. Then I opened them and looked back at Alex who was on the floor where I left him, head bowed, sitting back on his heels.

"Up." I gestured with my hand for him to stand, and he immediately did, rising to his feet with liquid grace. I could see the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against the black denim of his jeans, and it made my half-deflated cock jump a bit against my thigh.

"Would you like to take your clothes off?"

He breathed hard and nodded.

"Slowly."

He blinked and then rolled one shoulder forward, shrugging slowly out of his leather jacket. He let it slide down his arm, rolling his head slightly to the side, and I found myself sighing at his sensuous beauty. He wasn't a dog at all, but a cat, sleek and sinuous and only submissive when he wants to be. When it serves him to be. And it served him now, because I was going to get him naked and make him beg again. This time to come.

I smiled slowly as the jacket fell to the floor and he kneeled again, to undo his boots. He removed them soundlessly, shedding socks as well, then stood again, dressed in a white T-shirt and black jeans. Barefoot, chin still glistening with my cum, hair still spiky where I pulled it. My god. I practically drooled at his beauty. He must have seen it in my eyes, because he smiled shyly, lowering his eyes then looking up at me from under those lashes, knowing exactly the effect this had on people.

"You're beautiful."

I said it quietly, honestly, because it was only the truth, and his flirtatiousness disappeared, being replaced with a deep breath and a look of uncomfortable surprise. He looked down and began pulling his shirt out of his jeans with nervous little tugs, and I smiled again at his obvious discomfort. I liked him a little off-balance, vulnerable, uncertain. It contrasted perfectly with the smooth, confident, ruthless operator I knew him to be otherwise. The dichotomy made me weak with want.

With one fluid movement, he pulled his shirt up over his head and let it drop to the floor, then he reached for the top button of his jeans, fingers trembling.

"Do you want me to help you?"

He looked up, hands stilled, and swallowed. He began breathing faster, and his tongue stroked over his lips before they parted.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" I prompted gently, eyebrows raised.

"Please," he said with a small smile.

I smiled back and stepped toward him. His chest rose and fell faster and faster as I came closer, and his hands were twitching at his sides. He made no move to touch me as I stepped in close, my chest brushing against his, the smell of him thick and hot all around me.

I placed my hand on his flat, hard abdomen and it bucked beneath my touch as he inhaled sharply. I slowly slid my hand down, slipping it under his waistband through the gap caused by his stomach's hard, nervous contractions. I worked beneath the band of his underwear, walking my fingers down the hot skin slowly. He made helpless little sounds, panting hot against my face and when I touched his cock he cried out, thrusting against my hand.

I gasped and breathed deeply, feeling my own excitement welling again at the sharpness of his response. He whimpered, his hips pressing forward, as I began moving my hand up and down his confined shaft, pressing and squeezing.

I leaned and brushed my lips against his cheek and he jerked back, whimpering again, before leaning into the touch, eyes fluttering closed. I continued rubbing him inside the tightness of his jeans as I stroked my lips across his cheek and to his ear. I breathed hot in the perfect shell of it and he shuddered and bucked against my hand harder.

"Do you want to come?" I whispered.

"Yes!" he sobbed.

"Like this?" I asked.

He moaned and shook his head, unable to say no, but not wanting to say yes, either.

"How do you want to come, Alex?" I said, low and breathy in his ear. "Tell me."

"F-fuck me," he gasped, panting.

I squeezed his cock. "You want me to fuck you, Alex?"

He sobbed. "Yes!"

I rubbed him hard. "Tell me, Alex. Tell me what you want."

He cried out, fists clenched hard at his sides, eyes squeezed tightly shut. "I want you to fuck me! Please, god, Mulder, please fuck me!"

With a deep sigh I pulled my hand out of his pants and began tugging at the button. I got it free, Alex's hands twitching at his sides, desperate to help but knowing better. I jerked his zipper open and grabbed jeans and underwear together and yanked, pulling them down his thighs. I felt the satin of his cock brush against my arm and quickly slid my hand up the length of it, wringing a groan from Alex's throat which turned to a sharp gasp as my thumb circled the head, rubbing in the precum there. Then I let go and stepped back.

"Take 'em off." Before I knew he'd heard me, his hands were sliding his pants to the floor and he was stepping out of them smoothly, dropping them to the side. He stood before me completely naked now, hands clenching at his sides, cock wet and jumping, jaw tensing.

"Against that wall." I made a turning around motion with my finger and he hurried to comply, pressing himself face first against the wall of my living room, hands splayed out at his sides.

I took a minute to admire him, eyes traveling over his biceps, strong and firm but not overdeveloped, and his back, gracefully muscled without looking ropy. But the best part came below that, a perfect, pale, round, firm ass that begged to be worshipped. I licked my lips, wanting to taste that soft flesh, to suck and bite and leave marks. But again, that wasn't my place here tonight.

"Do you have anything?"

I saw him sag slightly against the wall. "No."

I nodded. Giving him another look, I turned and started to walk to the kitchen, not bothering to tell him to stay there, knowing he would. I came back out and he turned his head, impatient and curious to see what I'd been doing. His eyebrows arched as he saw the cube of butter in my hand.

"Good enough for Brando."

He actually smiled at that and turned his face back to the wall, bracing, shifting his feet slightly apart.

I stepped in close, holding the butter in my right hand, and palmed his ass with my left. He breathed hard, his muscles clenching under my hand.

"Fuck, this is nice, Alex," I said, sliding my hand over one cheek, then the other, breathing hot against the back of his neck. I slid my fingers under, cupping a cheek, and squeezed hard, fighting against the muscles that tried to harden. I heard Alex moan as I increased the pressure, leaving bruises. I'm not even sure why I was so violent, only that I *wanted* that ass so badly. I growled, leaning forward and licking up the back of his neck. He shuddered, arching back against me and I bit down on the exposed flesh, leaning in closer and thrusting myself against him.

He gasped, his neck going still against me. I rewarded him, licking and sucking at the abused flesh. I passed the butter from one to the other behind my back, unwilling to break the delicious contact between our bodies. I worked the wrapper open and dug out a big scoop of the butter, letting the rest fall to the floor. I slowly brought my hand back to those soft cheeks. When the butter touched his skin, he jerked, bumping himself against the wall, driving a grunt from his throat. I licked my way up the side of his neck to his ear.

"You want this?"

"Yes."

I bit his earlobe and didn't move my hand.

"Please! Yes, please, Mulder."

"Don't say my name," I growled in his ear, uncomfortable with the thought that the real Mulder, the Mulder I knew, the Mulder *he* knew, would be doing something like this.

He nodded quickly, breathing hard, and I pressed the butter between his cheeks, smearing him liberally. He moaned and pressed against me, moving his hips slightly. My cock was now fully erect and pressing against the side of his ass and I groaned and rubbed against him, wanting so badly just to shove in, not caring if he was ready or not.

But his submission gave me a responsibility, and it was so delicious I wanted to reward it. I slid one hand down his stomach again, wrapping it firmly around his granite cock. I began to squeeze and slide my hand up and down, and felt him thrust slightly, fucking my fist. I groaned and nuzzled his hair, sliding my middle finger down the slick valley between his ass cheeks, then pressing it firmly against the hot little opening there.

He jumped a little, grunting, then found his rhythm again, moving slightly as I allowed him to fuck my hand in front while my finger pressed its way in and began to fuck him from behind. My finger slid in easily up the knuckle and I stroked it in and out, spreading the butter inside generously and warming him, opening him for me. He was making helpless little sounds, moaning and sighing as I licked up the side of his face, tasting his sweat and cleaning it away to taste the sweet skin underneath. On the next outstroke, I added another finger, sliding it in easily, turning it, pulling the muscle looser. I added the third finger and pressed in deep, feeling for the place that would make him completely mine.

"Nnahhhhh!" he cried out as I found it, throwing his head back and ceasing his thrusts, not wanting to lose the position. I rubbed against it a few more times, drowning in his whimpering moans, then slid my fingers out, my hand shaking.

I grabbed myself roughly in my slick hand, sliding up and down a few times quickly, spreading the grease. I gripped myself at the base and pressed the tip of my cock against his softened opening.

"Tell me what you want," I gasped, legs trembling with the need to shove forward.

"Fuck me, Muh...Please fuck me. Please! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

As he yelled it the last time, I shoved forward hard, sliding tightly all the way in, burying myself in him with a loud growl. He yelled as his body slammed into the wall. I moaned with the utter bliss of the hot, tight, slick flesh gripping me relentlessly. He started to move against me and I slapped his ass hard, the smack loud in the quiet of the room. He groaned and stilled, spreading his legs a little wider, making himself totally available for me.

I gripped his left hip with my hand and pulled back slowly, savoring the hot squeeze of flesh, then I rammed back in, driving a grunt from Alex's throat, as his cock, still encased in my fist, was shoved against the wall. I held it tightly, using the leverage of his other hip to pull back out and begin getting into a rhythm, sliding out then slamming back in, both of us grunting with each impact. I tilted my pelvis, trying to angle myself to hit his gland, and he yelled as I did, his breaths coming in gasping sobs as I continued to thrust upward, pummeling it. I was getting close, and started jerking my hand up and down his shaft, trying to keep a rhythm but finding it very difficult as I got closer and closer to losing it.

I panted desperately in his ear, hips pumping.

"Are you...ready to come, Alex?"

"NNNNyyyess..." He groaned, his hips moving despite my earlier slap.

I slid my hand up and down his shaft, and pumped harder. "Whuh...what do you want, pet? Tell me what you want!"

"Puh-please...make me come, Mulder!" he said, disobeying my order not to use my name. And there was something about that, about hearing him make it more between him and me than before, that sent a shockwave through my body and I came, jerking him and pounding my release into his body, screaming in his ear but unable to stop myself. He threw his head back and yelled as I felt him pulse in my hand, hot jets of cum shooting as his cock twitched and pulsed in my hand, covering it, my wall, my floor, and his belly with semen.

I shuddered as the final jolts of my orgasm rocked my body, feeling him shake and heave against me, his muscles squeezing almost painfully now. I let go of his still- hard, sticky cock and pulled out with a groan, pressing myself back up against him as soon as I was out, holding him in an embrace from behind. He fell against the wall softly and I fell with him, pressing him into the plaster. I kissed the side of his jaw and his ear and he turned his head, seeking me out with his lips.

I stopped, realizing that through all of this, from blow job to fuck, we had never once kissed. Somehow, kissing this man meant something completely different from fucking him or having him suck me off. As I continued to kiss his neck, I considered whether or not I was prepared to take that step. And did it mean to him what it did to me, or was kissing just his way of ending a good fuck? If I kissed him, would he even know what I was giving him? And did I want him to know?

There in my apartment, naked and sticky and pressed up against the wall, he didn't seem like the same person I'd been partnered with two years ago. The person who'd stuck a knife in my back just when I'd started to trust him. Here and now, he seemed sweet and sated and still so submissive, even after the games were over. I wanted so much to have this Alex forever, this Alex that felt like he was mine. This Alex that I felt more than safe with...the Alex I felt happy with. I wanted to keep him, not let him slip through my hands and be replaced by the thief, the betrayer, the murderer he'd become.

I wanted to tell him that, so bad. Tell this Alex not to go, to stay here and make me feel like this forever. But I couldn't say it, so I leaned back away from him, pulling him gently away from the wall and turning him to face me.

His lids were heavy, his mouth open and still breathing more heavily than normal, his face flushed and sweaty, hair a complete mess. My heart squeezed to look at him. I squinted and tried to say it all with my eyes, penetrating that sleepy, dark gaze with everything I wanted to tell him. I saw his eyes widen, as if trying to take it all in, and a look of scared surprise washed over his face. That's when I kissed him.

My lips pressed against his and they were so soft and so sweet, sweeter than I'd expected. I licked my way between them, and swallowed his gasp as they parted. I plunged my tongue inside, claiming this Alex as my own, telling this Alex that no matter what he might become in a few minutes, that he was never going to be anyone else's, at least in my mind.

Mine, mine, mine, I thought as I stroked my hands up his back, my belly sliding against the stickiness on his, touching every part of his mouth with my tongue, making sensory memories for when this was over. I moaned and even sobbed a little under my breath, not wanting to break the kiss, knowing that once I did, we'd have to go back to being ourselves and I'd lose this moment, this Alex, this feeling.

Sighing softly, I kissed him one more time, and, eyes burning, I pulled away. I looked into those gorgeous, open, warm eyes one last time and stroked my hand down his face, then stepped back, dropping my gaze to the floor.

"I'm gonna get dressed," I mumbled without looking up. "The bathroom's in there if you wanna clean yourself up." I glanced at him once, not long enough to see those eyes again, lest I tell him more than was safe, then turned and walked into my bedroom.

I closed the door behind me, needing to get some space to think, and sat down on my bed weakly. I'd never had a sexual experience like that before, with either the men or the women I'd known. It made me sick to think that I could never have that again, never get that gift of submission from him, never get to do all the things I'd thought about doing but had been unable to do for fear of breaking the spell. I sighed deeply, then rose up off the bed and went to my dresser, pulling out jeans, underwear and a T-shirt. I used some Kleenexes in a half-hearted attempt to get clean, intending to take another shower after he...left.

I dressed slowly, my limbs still weak and trembling slightly in the afterglow. I went to the door and took a deep breath, preparing to face the old Alex. Krycek. I wondered if he'd have the gun on me again. I reached down and turned the knob, pulling door open with a sigh.

"So, Krycek, what did you want to tell me?"

I stepped into the living room, looking all around.

He was gone.

Afraid for one insane moment that it had been a dream or even a hallucination, I looked at the wall where we'd stood. My face relaxed into a grin as I saw the messy smear, still wet on the plaster. He was here. This happened. We fucked. And it was incredible.

I walked over and sat down on the couch, holding my head in my hands. I wondered what it was that had brought him over here, ready to risk so much. I felt a little flutter of hope as I realized that whatever it was, he hadn't accomplished it, so maybe......he'd be back.

I smiled and got up to get a towel and spray bottle.