I am so pathetic!
But he still waited until the rental car pulled up, and
Mulder and Scully stepped out, heading for their rooms.
Krycek's eyes tracked Mulder to his door and watched it
close behind him. It would be so easy to pick the lock
and walk in, to see and hear Mulder up close, to smell
him, to touch him... Alex cut off his thoughts with a
groan, but he was already hard and ready. Still staring
at the door to Mulder's room, Krycek unfastened his
jeans and pulled his cock out, starting to pump it. His
breathing was getting shallow and rapid when the sound
of a gun being cocked behind him made him freeze.
"I require further information."
Oh shit, shit, shit, shit! Krycek knew that voice,
knew what he would see when he turned around. He slowly
turned to face the shapeshifter, his erection, which
had briefly flagged at the sound of the gun, harder
than ever with the knowledge of what the alien wanted
from him. From them.
The blond watched him expressionlessly as he carefully
refastened his jeans over his cock and then followed
Krycek to Mulder's room.
Not wanting to take a chance of Scully hearing them,
rather than knocking, Krycek picked the lock and
stepped inside, the shapeshifter close behind him. It
was Krycek who reached over and closed and locked the
door again. He could hear the shower running and
briefly considered joining Mulder there, but the water
shut off even as he considered it.
Krycek hastily pulled his clothes off, trying to ignore
his audience, so when Mulder stepped out of the
bathroom moments later, it was to be greeted with the
sight of a naked and very aroused Alex Krycek. Mulder,
equally naked, stopped in his tracks, only peripherally
aware of the shapeshifter in the corner. He couldn't
prevent himself from drinking in the sight of Krycek's
naked body, and his own cock started to fill. Krycek
watched with evident appreciation.
"Krycek! What are you doing here?" Mulder tried to
sound hostile, but Alex noticed that he kept his voice
low enough not to disturb Scully in the next room.
"I require a further demonstration."
Mulder's head whipped around to face the shapechanger,
and his eyes widened. Flashes of the last time the
alien demanded a demonstration passed through his mind:
Alex sucking him, Alex riding his cock, Alex... He
couldn't do it again. He couldn't let Krycek further
inside his head. As it was, every time he closed his
eyes, he saw Alex, Krycek! He kept remembering how it
felt to be inside Alex, the expression of sheer
pleasure on his face when he came, the sensations as he
convulsed around him, his come on his belly.... Mulder
groaned aloud.
"I don't want to fuck Krycek."
"All evidence to the contrary," Krycek muttered with a
glance at Mulder's erection.
"Your wants are immaterial. However, I do not wish to
see a repeat of your actions. It has occurred to me
that I only saw half of the experience. I must also
observe the reciprocal," the alien stated blandly.
Mulder's jaw dropped, and Krycek whimpered.
"NO!" Yet despite his emphatic denial, Mulder still
kept his voice down.
The alien shrugged indifferently, bringing up his gun.
"If that is your choice. I can find other subjects even
if not as conveniently."
"Wait!" Mulder and Krycek cried in chorus.
"You have decided to cooperate?" the shapeshifter asked
calmly, making the two men wonder if he was laughing at
them.
Mulder stared back, opening and closing his mouth,
unable to actually say it. Seeing his discomfiture,
Alex decided to take matters into his own hands. He
dropped to his knees in front of Mulder and licked the
head of his cock. Mulder groaned at feeling again what
he'd been dreaming of for months, reaching down to grab
Krycek's head. When he felt the silky strands between
his fingers though, his fists unclenched, and he found
himself caressing the sable hair and holding his head
to him.
Alex couldn't believe that he had Mulder in his mouth
again. He tasted exactly as he remembered, sweet and
salty and something purely Mulder all at once. He drew
more in, suckling on it happily, stroking it with his
tongue to the sounds of Mulder's moans above him. He
kept on despite the alien's impatient shifting in the
corner. Krycek was almost certain that their last
encounter was the sum total of Mulder's experience with
another man, and he intended to relax him as much as
possible before moving on. If the alien didn't like it,
he could fucking well shoot him!
Much to Alex's surprise, Mulder suddenly pulled away
from him and pulled him to his feet. Krycek stood up,
and Mulder kissed him, his tongue darting forward into
Alex's mouth and lingering to explore every warm, wet
inch. Alex was stunned that Mulder was taking the
initiative, but he planned to enjoy it as long as it
lasted. He moaned with disappointment when Mulder
disengaged, slowly enough that Krycek had time to nip
his lower lip.
Mulder stared at him for an instant, licking his lips
nervously. He could still taste Krycek on his lips, and
that seemed to give him courage. With the familiar
crooked grin, he lowered himself to his knees in front
of Alex. He leaned forward slightly, balancing by
holding onto Krycek's hips. He tentatively licked at
the dripping cock before him.
Alex watched with wide eyes as Mulder started to suck
him, obviously figuring out how as he did. "Mulder,
Fox, you don't have to do this." His statement was
slightly spoiled by the moan of pleasure that followed
it.
Hazel eyes flashed up to meeting bright green ones, and
although he wouldn't say it, it was clear that Mulder
wanted to do this. He took the head of Alex's cock
into his mouth, trying to copy what felt good to him.
He flicked the top of his tongue over it, gently
probing the slit, then stroking the entire surface. He
slowly moved forward, tongue fluttering along the
length of Alex's erection to draw more of it into his
mouth. He wanted to take in the whole thing as Alex had
done to him, but he started to gag when it hit the back
of his throat.
Alex pushed him back slightly. "Don't try to take more
than you're comfortable with, Fox. This is something
you need to work up to."
Mulder let him slip out of his mouth, looking up at
him. "I wanted to make you feel good too." He couldn't
believe he was admitting this.
Alex leaned down to kiss him briefly. "You did. Just
the touch of your tongue on me is my idea of heaven. I
loved everything you did to me; I always will. But I
want you to enjoy it too."
Mulder grinned. "I did. I do. I like making you
whimper." He licked Alex again, drawing another whimper
from him.
"God yes! Anytime you want." Alex couldn't stop himself
from thrusting forward, and Mulder took him inside his
mouth again. After what felt like an eternity of
pleasure to Alex, Mulder released him and sat back on
his haunches. Alex groaned in dismay and forced his
eyes open to see Mulder staring up at him. He started
to ask why he stopped when a slight motion in the
corner reminded him of their audience and his
requirements. He silently held out a hand to Mulder,
helping him to his feet when he took it.
Krycek knew that he was going to have to take this
slowly so as not to hurt Mulder. But nothing in the
world could stop him from taking Mulder now. He wanted
him so badly he hurt. He silently led the other man
over to the bed, relieved when Mulder's steps never
faltered.
Stopping at the side of the bed, Alex turned to face
Mulder, pulling him into his arms for another
passionate kiss. As they explored each other's mouths,
Alex shifted until their erections were pressed
together, then he started to move his hips so they
stroked each other. Mulder tried to yell his pleasure,
but the sound was muffled by Alex's mouth. With another
quick bite at Mulder's lower lip, Alex released him and
urged him down onto the bed.
Mulder stared at Krycek nervously. He admitted to
himself that he wanted this, wanted Krycek, but he was
still a little scared.
Alex stared back at Mulder, knowing what he had to be
feeling. He lay down beside Mulder, stroking his body
soothingly, exploring it at his leisure. He was
determined not to miss anything this time since he
couldn't imagine that he'd ever get another
opportunity. He kissed Mulder briefly again, then moved
on to taste every inch of him, nipping and licking his
way down the length of his body. By the time Alex
worked his way back to the rock-hard cock he'd bypassed
on his way down Mulder's legs, the older man was
writhing under his touch and frantically whimpering.
Before taking Mulder's cock back into his mouth, Alex
brought one hand up to Mulder's mouth, letting him suck
on his fingers. And when Alex did take Mulder down his
throat, those fingers muffled his cry of pleasure.
Never letting go of Mulder, Alex groped on the
nightstand for the tube of lubricant he'd pulled out of
his jacket pocket when undressing earlier. Reclaiming
his hand from Mulder's mouth despite the older man's
moan of protest, he squeezed a generous amount onto his
fingers and reached between Mulder's widely spread legs
to stroke it into him.
Mulder jumped at the sensation of the cool gel touching
him, pushing his cock further down Alex's throat and
making it easier for Alex slide a finger inside him.
Mulder squirmed at the sensation, not sure he liked it.
It didn't hurt exactly, and Alex's mouth on his cock
prevented him from concentrating, but it felt odd. Then
Alex pushed his finger a little farther and twisted,
rubbing over a pleasure point Mulder hadn't even known
he had. Mulder wailed with pleasure and instinctively
opened himself wider.
Alex smiled around his mouthful and pulled his finger
out only to return it with another. Mulder whimpered;
this did hurt a bit, but knowing what came after, he
only pushed down harder against those intruding
fingers. He wanted to feel that again. And then he did,
and he could hear someone swearing and begging in the
background, finally realizing that it was him. He
couldn't bring himself to care, just so long as Alex
kept doing what he was doing.
Alex gently scissored his fingers inside Mulder,
loosening the muscle slightly to make it easier for
him. He worked a third finger inside Mulder, loving his
cries of pleasure. Mulder was a very vocal lover once
you drove him crazy enough. Alex could happily make
that his life's work. He decided Mulder was ready for
the next step and pulled his fingers out at the same
moment he released Mulder's cock.
Once again, Mulder wailed his protest and thrust his
ass toward Alex, pleading for more. Alex stretched up
to kiss him, letting him taste himself in his mouth.
Mulder whimpered and writhed beneath him, his hands
clutching at Alex's shoulders.
"Hold still, baby," Alex whispered, "just stay still
for a second, and I'll give you what you want. I'll be
so deep inside you, and it'll feel so good. That's what
you want, isn't it? Just lie still; I don't want to
hurt you."
Mulder whimpered again and tried to stay still, not to
move, but it was so hard. He wanted to feel Alex
everywhere. "Please, Alex, I..I w-want..." He felt Alex
pressing against his anus, and he couldn't speak any
more. He opened his eyes and stared.
Alex was sitting on his haunches between Mulder's legs,
and he had pulled Mulder up onto his lap to position
him for entry. As Mulder watched, he pressed past the
outer ring of muscle, and he wore a look of total
pleasure. Mulder moaned at the burning sensation, and
Alex stilled until Mulder pushed against him, wanting
more. Slowly, Alex worked his way inside until his
balls were flush against Mulder's ass, and he couldn't
go any deeper. Mulder felt so full, but it felt good.
Then Alex started to move, and good couldn't begin to
describe it. Mulder wrapped his legs around Alex's
waist and clung to him.
Alex couldn't believe that he was buried deep inside
Mulder. This was the stuff of his fantasies. But Mulder
was moaning under him, moving, trying to get more of
him, and it was real. Alex had started slow and gentle,
keeping Mulder's inexperience in mind, but now he
started thrusting faster, harder, until he was slamming
into Mulder, hitting his prostate with every stroke.
Mulder was moaning with pleasure, the moans running
together into one long, continuous wail, which was
getting louder. Alex bent forward to capture Mulder's
mouth with his own, muffling Mulder's cries. He
balanced on one arm, bringing his other hand down to
stroke Mulder's cock, pump him in time with his thrusts
into his ass. The combination of sensations was too
much for Mulder, and he came, crying Alex's name into
his mouth, his come covering Alex's hand and both their
bellies. Seeing and feeling Mulder's pleasure pushed
Alex to the brink, and with another couple of hard
thrusts that seemed to reach ever deeper inside Mulder,
he followed the older man into bliss.
After catching his breath, Alex carefully withdrew from
Mulder and stretched out flat beside him. Neither man
said a word as the shapeshifter stood up and let
himself out of the room. Alex rolled over and shifted
down so he could lick Mulder clean. Mulder gasped, but
he still didn't speak. When he was done, Alex got up
and went into the bathroom to clean himself up. He came
out and stood beside the bed, staring down at Mulder.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, which
fortunately locked automatically, and Scully's voice
came, "Mulder? Are you all right?"
Alex froze. Mulder turned his head and finally met his
eyes. After a frozen eternity, Mulder spoke. "Yeah,
Scully, I'm fine. I just had a nightmare. Sorry I
disturbed you."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Scully didn't sound
convinced, but there was no way Mulder was going to
open that door naked and smelling of Alex.
"Scully, I swear to you, I'm fine. Go back to sleep."
The two men remained motionless until they heard Scully
return to her room.
Breaking eye contact with Alex, Mulder muttered, "You
won't be able to leave till morning. She's suspicious,
so she'll keep watch the rest of the night."
Alex nodded and headed for the chair in the corner,
scooping up his clothes on the way. Before he took two
steps, Mulder's hand clamped around his wrist. "We can
share the bed. There's no point in sitting in a chair
all night long."
After a moment's hesitation Alex slid in on the far
side of the bed where he lay stiffly. They both
maintained their silence until they fell asleep.
When Alex woke up the next morning, he was nestled
against Mulder's side, partially on top of him, his
head tucked into Mulder's shoulder and the older man's
arms wrapped tightly around him. He wished he could
stay there forever. He heard a faint sigh above him and
realized that Mulder was awake too. He sighed and
rolled away, Mulder's arms releasing him after
tightening for the briefest instant.
Mulder got up and went into the bathroom to shower.
Alex hesitated for a moment before following him. When
he pushed open the shower curtain, Mulder just looked
at him silently, with neither invitation nor rejection.
Biting his lip, Alex stepped in, breathing a silent
sigh of relief when Mulder stepped back to make room
for him.
Alex picked up the bar of soap, lathering his hands,
and started to wash Mulder. He was startled when Mulder
returned the favor. Once they were both clean, Alex
turned to face the wall, bracing his hands against it
and spreading his legs slightly. He heard Mulder gasp,
then felt him move up close behind him. Mulder
stretched him quickly with his fingers, then pushed in.
Once he had established a rhythm, Mulder reached around
to grasp Alex's cock, stroking it in time with his
thrusts. It was a fast, hard fuck, nearly silent aside
from their groans of pleasure, and when it was over,
they cleaned themselves off and got out of the shower.
A few minutes later, a freshly shaven and dressed
Mulder was ready to leave. His hand was on the door
handle when he hesitated and glanced back over his
shoulder, meeting Alex's eyes. He seemed about to say
something, but the moment passed, and he walked out in
silence.
Krycek moved up to the side of the window, where he
could look out without being visible from the outside.
He watched as Mulder and Scully got in the car and
drove away without a backward glance.
Return Engagement
by Orithain
Alex Krycek, triple agent, assassin, crouched in the
shadows outside a motel in a small town in Ohio. He
kept a close watch on one door, waiting to see the
occupant arrive. But he wasn't there to kill or kidnap
or even to pass on information. No, he was waiting in
the cold just to catch a glimpse of the man he hadn't
been able to forget for even an instant in all the
months since they'd last met. He just wanted to look at
Mulder.
