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Mulder found the rat-bastered that he had been chasing for years naked on
his couch, wearing nothing but a smile but surrounded by lot and lots of
packets of condoms which Mulder noted and said, "Are they their for show,
Krycek, you rat-bastered, or are they for some use?" but Mulder was already
taking his clothes off so he could feel the hot, naked, desirable flesh
against his own quivering flesh, wanting to make a connection that was deep
and probing like the alien probe in "South Park" where Cartman had been
abducted by aliens similar to how Mulder had been abducted by aliens though
he did not think he'd ever been given an anal probe but the ready Krycek in
front of him was about to receive a foreign object which was his own brand
of anal probe, quite a large on too that would go deep, long, and hard into
the younger man who was lying on the couch already playing with a similar
anal probe that was not as impressive as Mulder's anal probe but would
probably feel as good if put to proper use but Mulder wanted to go first so
he launched himself at Krycek who put up a mock struggle, trying to gain
control of the situation which Mulder had no intention of giving him because
he was really hot and bothered and ready for the anal probing of his own
which Krycek seemed to be receptive of because he was suddenly in Mulder's
lap trying his best to suck Mulder's tonsils out his throat and into him and
Mulder had to admit while Krycek's anal probe was not as impressive as
Mulder's anal probe the tongue probing Krycek gave Mulder was just as
satisfactory and rewarding as the anal probe because it was very flexible
and strong and seemed to reach into the recessed corners of his mouth like
some sort of giant slug searching for a nice, warm spot to sleep in but
Krycek's tongue was not interested in sleep but rather in the exploration of
Mulder's farthest reaches of his mouth, trying to find what would make the
older man groan deep in his throat in a silent signal that he wanted to fuck
right now and forgo all the hanky panky which Krycek was willing to get to
the down and dirty because all of a sudden Mulder was on top of Krycek
instead of the other way around, pinning both arms down to the couch so he
could do some exploring of his own of the wonderful young body squirming
under him like a greased up pig that really wanted to have that anal probe
right now which Mulder quickly prepared him for by slicking his fingers up
with nearby lube that just appeared because Krycek had only brought the
condoms and not lube because the condoms are prelubricated and ready for use
and Krycek wanted sex as soon as possible which Mulder was willing to give
him because his two fingers were already deep inside Krycek pressing into
the soft spot that made the young man whimper in hedonistic pleasure which
made Mulder's anal probe even harder and longer, if that were at all
possible, which was leaking out fluid to trace patterns against Krycek's
pale, quivering flesh as he was prepared for the anal probe which was
getting quite insistent to be pressed past the ring of muscle and into the
tight, warm heat of Krycek who was fumbling foolishly with the condoms,
trying to get them open with his one hand but couldn't quite manage it
because they were holding onto Mulder's silky skin that looked so good wet
with skimpy little red Speedo's such as the one before Scully got kidnapped
which brought unpleasant memories of aliens which were pushed to the
farthest reaches of his mind as Mulder rolled a condom onto himself and
threw Krycek's legs over his shoulder as he positioned his anal probe
against the slicked up opening which had been properly prepared and loosened
for a night of hot, dirty sex which Mulder was more then ready and impatient
for because he slammed immediately into Krycek in one long, hard thrust that
buried Mulder into the hilt as his balls slapped against Krycek's very
finely squeezibly soft Charmin butt that Mulder had admired since he first
met Krycek standing at his desk with his hand out like an idiot sidekick he
was until Krycek betrayed both Mulder and Scully and started working for the
dark side which was not as dark as Mulder originally thought because the
Cancerman and the rest of the consortium, including Bill Mulder, who Fox
Mulder once thought Krycek had killed but was so high on drugs at the time
that he couldn't tell if his mother was Tammy Fee Baker or Cindy Crawford
which would have been cool to have a mother who was Cindy Crawford but would
put another wrench into his already mixed up psychosis world created by an
alien conspiracy that he seemed to be the only one on the out side but he
did have a contact on the inside which he was inside right now making him
scream as the anal probe hit spots in an age old rhythm of lovers wrapped
tightly around each other having sex as passionately as Krycek and Mulder
were having right now as they gazed deep into green and hazel eyes laced
with passionate lust that had been kept secret for a long time but Krycek
had told Mulder in a round about way by kissing him when Mulder needed to go
rescue an alien rebel solder because Krycek couldn't rescue him because his
life would have been over if he had so he had sent Mulder off to do the
dirty work he himself could not do but felt remorse and needed to make it up
to the older man by having some really down and dirty sex which they were
having right now which was so passionate that Krycek was screaming at the
top of his lungs, mindless of the neighbors who were used to strange things
such as mysterious men writing initials in their own blood to leave Mulder a
message of where to go next which led the two of them into deep trouble but
it was all being put behind them as Mulder grabbed Krycek's erection to pump
furiously in time with his thrusts which were becoming quite erratic as
orgasm approached like a trail of ants following honey all over his skin by
climbing up his legs and over his back and down his front to his anal probe
buried deep within Krycek at the moment covered by a condom that really
didn't diminish the pleasure at all because he was growling his approval
deep into Krycek's throat as he tried to explore Krycek's mouth with his own
sleepy slug which turned the young man on even more because he was suddenly
coming all over Mulder's hand and torso as his internal muscles squeezed
Mulder's anal probe so tightly that Mulder's body had no choice but to show
his now young lover how much he desired him by marking him in a primal way
by coming deeply into his flesh which was still warm and tight underneigth
him though he had been slamming into Krycek pretty hard but Krycek made no
protest at all and reattached his mouth to Mulder's to try and suck his
tonsils out again which Mulder was very agreeable to because it felt so good
and knew it would soon lead to more hanky panky as soon as their anal probes
reloaded which wouldn't be long now because the slash writer was really
horny because her husband's on vacation and she hadn't gotten any in a while
and lived vicariously through her characters who were wrapped up together on
the couch licking lightly whatever skin they could reach to keep the passion
up but they were to tired to keep their eyes open for long, a result of the
fact that the slash writer was tiring quickly of writing one long sentence,
but before the two lovers could fall asleep they said, "I love you," to seal
their new relationship which may or may not have a continuing story because
the slash writer is very sleepy herself from the pills and concluded that
Mulder should be wrapped around Krycek, holding him close so they could hear
each other's heart beat as they fell asleep ready to face the world another
day.
And they lived happily ever after...
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(Rowanne, archiveable, if you dare. HEHEhehe) E-MAIL ADRESS: StarWindDancer@hotmail.com (P.S. Feedback feeds the beast) SPOILER WARNING: Yeah, right. It's a bad fic. RATING Etc.: NC-17 Mulder/Krycek Sex. COMMENTS: This is an answer to a bad fic challenge. Does not fit in with any other stories. Also I just started some really happy, happy pills. "Blame it on the pills, pills, pills, oh yeah." DISCLAIMER: X-Files belongs to Chris Carter and Co. I just use them. Other characters are mine. |
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