Krycek gasped as Mulder thrust deep into his body, feeling the silken steel
shaft slide across that special place, taking him to even greater heights of
passion. He screamed as he came, white come splattering across his belly and
chest, his body squeezing around the pounding cock, taking Mulder over the
edge moments later.
Mulder collapsed across the sweat-slicked body, his breathing as harsh and
erratic as his lover's, his muscles shaking with the intensity of the orgasm
that had ripped through him. It had never felt this good before, the total
mastery over the other man adding an extremely erotic dimension to their
lovemaking. He felt his softened cock slip from its tight human sheath and
groaned in disappointment; he wanted to stay here, just like this, forever.
Mulder slid to one side of the still gasping man, before leaning back across
to smother the sweaty face with soft kisses and licks. He loved everything
about this man; his beauty, his scent... even the taste of him. Everything
about Alexei Krycek turned him on, releasing the uncontrollable beast inside
him. He stroked his hands along the lean, muscular flank moving upwards,
through the sweat-matted hair of the underarm, along the bulging biceps, the
crook of an elbow, until he reached the source of his total domination.
The steel band encircled his lover's wrist, the other end of the handcuff
closed around one of the bars in the brass bedstead, holding the single arm
securely above Krycek's head. Mulder smiled, the smile expanding to a
shit-eating grin as he remembered how long it had taken him to convince Alex
to let him restrain him.
"Didn't I say it would be good?"
Alex swallowed hard, his breathing almost back under control. He grinned up
at his lover, almost purring like a cat as he stretched his satiated body. He
wiggled his hips, enjoying the sensation of warm fluid seeping between his
asscheeks; Mulder's warm fluid. It had been good, giving over all that
control to another, releasing himself from the burden of responsibility. For
those few sweaty, fantastic minutes he belonged solely to Fox Mulder, all his
own desires and needs dependent upon Mulder for fulfilment... and it had been
glorious. A memory struck him and he blushed, furiously.
"Did I just scream?"
Mulder's grin grew even wider—if that was humanly possible—at the husky
voice.
"Like a Banshee."
Krycek grew an even deeper shade of red, the blush reaching the tips of his
slightly elfin ears. In all his sexually active years he had never so much
as groaned loudly when he came, but the powerful orgasm that flowed over him
like a tsunami had ripped a cry from his throat leaving it dry and sore.
He moaned softly as Mulder's hand retraced a path back down his body, the
fingernails dragging across his chest to circle one still puckered nipple.
Mulder leant over and nipped at the small bud, worrying it between strong,
white teeth.
"Mulder. Mulder!"
"Hmmm?"
Mulder raised his head and looked at the slightly pained expression.
"My arm hurts."
Mulder sat up and stared along the length of the vulnerable body from the
tips of the lovely slim toes to the up-stretched arm, his eyes pausing along
the way to dwell upon the firm, six-pack stomach and chest, splattered with
evidence of Krycek's release, and upon the beautiful face with it's wide,
sea-green eyes and softly pouting mouth. He sighed, wishing he could keep
Alex handcuffed and at his mercy a little longer, before reaching over to the
bedside cabinet to pick up the key.
Leaning over, he inserted the key into the lock, giving it a quick twist.
Nothing. Mulder tried jiggling the key before twisting it a little harder.
Again, nothing. He pushed himself further up the bed and tried once more,
holding the metal bracelet tightly as he wrenched the key.
Snap.
It was only a little sound but both men froze in horror. Mulder's eyes
flitted to Krycek's.
"Uh oh."
"What d'you mean 'uh oh'?"
Mulder brought his hand over to hold it in front of his lover's face. The
green eyes narrowed, momentarily, in bewilderment then widened in full
realisation of what was held between Mulder's thumb and forefinger.
Kiss-swollen lips parted, the eyes flicking up to meet their hazel
counterparts. Then, with a suppleness Mulder had never seen before, Krycek
pushed his body up the bed until his eyes were level with the handcuff: they
widened even further as he viewed the bottom half of the key still embedded
in the lock.
"Try and get it out."
"What with?"
"You've got a set of picks, haven't you?"
Mulder leapt off the bed and started rummaging around on his desk in the
other room until he found his lock-picking set of tools. He hurried back to
the bed, pausing on the threshold, the air gushing from his lungs at the
breath-taking sight of Alexei Krycek handcuffed naked and well used on his
rumpled bed.
"Mulder!"
The annoyance in the husky voice broke the spell, galvanising him into
action. He raced forward and sat on the edge of the bed, unzipped the case
and pulled out a fine tool. He tried to lever out the broken off piece of key
but only succeeded in snapping the lockpick.
"Damn!"
Krycek snarled in annoyance, any pleasure from their recent activity had
faded and he was left feeling cold, wet, dirty and tired... and his arm did
hurt. He cursed anew the loss of his left arm. Perhaps, if he still had it
then he would be able to pick the lock himself rather than rely on Mulder.
"I knew I should never have agreed to this."
"Don't be such a baby, Alex. I'll have you free in no time."
"Oh yeah?"
Mulder ignored the sarcasm dripping from the angry man and stood up. Krycek
half raised himself from the bed, mouth gaping as Mulder hurried towards the
door.
"Hey! Where're you going?"
"To get a tenon saw from the tool box."
Mulder returned to find Krycek seemingly biting at his handcuffed wrist and,
for one shocked moment, thought Alex was trying to chew off his hand like a
wild animal in a mantrap would chew off it's own foot.
"Alex!"
"What!"
Angry, panicked green eyes turned to face him.
"What're you doing?"
"I'm licking my wrist, see if the saliva will act as a lubricant so I can
slip outta this thing, but now you're here..."
Mulder approached the bed and lifted the abused arm, seeing the chaffing
already appearing on the delicate flesh. He held the saw against one of the
metal links between the bracelets and began to saw, awkwardly, back and
forth.
Alex's eyes moved from the fast moving saw to Mulder's single- minded
expression, and then back again. He frowned, a small line forming above the
bridge of his nose; a line that Mulder loved to lick whenever he saw it...
until now.
Mulder glanced across, noticed the frown and turned back to the task at hand.
Eventually, Alex shook the handcuff to grab his attention.
"Are you getting anywhere?"
He pulled himself up again as Mulder held the saw away, wanting to inspect
the work, and looked up into Mulder's face, noticing the way those beautiful
hazel eyes skittered away from his own. There was barely a scratch on the
metal.
"Let me see that saw."
Mulder held the object up and cringed at Krycek's snarl.
"Where're the fucking teeth! It won't cut without teeth."
"Okay, so it's a little long-in-the-tooth..." He gave Alex a cheeky grin but
swallowed at the stony expression he gained in response.
The next expression that crossed Mulder's face had Alex really worried. It
was like seeing a light bulb flick on behind the chameleon eyes. He groaned
at the idea of Mulder having yet another great idea.
"I'll be back... just hold on."
"Yeah, like I'm going somewhere."
Phut... phut... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
"What the fuck!"
If Krycek had been a little worried before, now he was absolutely terrified.
The sight of Mulder, stark naked, standing in the doorway to the bedroom with
a chainsaw buzzing in his tight grip nearly caused Alex to black out in fear.
He swallowed hard, focussing on the blade that moved faster than the human
eye could measure. The manic glee on the face gave him no confidence
whatsoever as Mulder approached the bed, and Alex gave his second girly
scream of the day as Mulder leaned towards the handcuff link. The warm
sensation flowing over his thighs went unnoticed at first as Alex gave into
the safety of unconsciousness... and fainted.
"Alex? Alex?"
Alex Krycek opened his eyes. The only sound filling the room was Mulder's
voice frantically calling his name. The next sensation he felt was the
coldness under his ass.
"I think I wet myself."
A hand stroked, lightly, though his hair in a soft repetitive movement.
"I'm sorry, Alex. It was a joke. Thought it might lighten you up."
Mulder carried on stroking the sweat-matted, sable hair, remorse etched
across his strong features, his lower lip sticking out like a small, lost
child. He had become so used to the sight of his lover with only one arm that
he had forgotten how Alex had lost it; held immobile, fully awake and aware,
while it was cut off with a heated knife. How could he have joked about such
a thing to this man? How could he have forgotten the nightmares that still
plagued Alex on occasion? He bowed his head, ashamed to look at his lover.
A soft chuckle seemed to come from the man below him. The chuckle turned into
a guffaw, and then into hysterical laughter. Mulder looked on in astonishment
as tears ran down the beautiful face.
"Alex?"
Alex began to hiccough as he tried to pull himself back under control.
"Dare-devil, super ex-Consortium spy who's faced down aliens and human
monsters alike.... and I wet myself."
Mulder felt the beginnings of a smile tug at his full lips.
"And you passed out... and that blood-curdling scream..."
Mulder collapsed across his lover, hugging him as hard as he could, his own
laughter joining Krycek's.
"This is pretty sappy but... I love you."
Alex nuzzled into Mulder's neck, wishing he had the courage to respond with
similar words. Instead, he whispered into Mulder's ear.
"Then get this thing off me."
Mulder sat back up, looking seriously thoughtful.
"There's only one place I know that has the equipment—and skill—needed to
get this off..."
"Yeah, pretty much figured that out for myself. Least you can do is clean me
up first."
Mulder came back from the bathroom with a bowl of warm soapy water and a
cloth. He dipped the cloth in the water, squeezed out the excess and then
stroked along the sweaty, come and urine- covered body. Mulder smiled as he
watched Krycek's erection form, the shaft gradually lifting from its bed of
dark curls to stand proud against the taut abdomen. He ran the cloth over the
balls, feeling them tighten, then dragged the cloth over the flanks and
between the parted legs to caress the soft inner thighs. Alex moaned, softly.
"Mulder? You're gonna get me all dirty again."
"No, I won't."
Mulder grinned and then bent down to lick along the length of the hardened
shaft before taking the tip into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on the
flared head, pushing down the foreskin with his tongue and licking the
dew-drop of precome from the sensitive tip.
Krycek arched as the sensation of tongue and hand rippled along his nerve
endings, sending sparks of desire zapping through his whole body. He gasped
as his body overloaded on the sensation, unable to stop himself from giving
small thrusts as he came into the hot mouth.
Mulder swallowed hard then pulled away, licking the spilt come from his lips.
He leaned over and kissed his lover, allowing Krycek to taste himself in
Mulder's mouth.
"Better?"
"Hmmmmm."
"I'll get your clothes."
Fifteen minutes later, Alex was dressed in jeans, socks and shoes. Mulder,
fully dressed, eyed him curiously before reaching into his wardrobe for a
favourite old sweatshirt. Using a pair of scissors, he cut off the right
sleeve and then sliced through the seam from armpit to hem. Mulder helped
Alex into the mutilated sweatshirt and then, using a needle and thread from
one of those complimentary kits, he sewed up the seam in an awkward running
stitch. When he gazed back up he found green eyes, softened into something
that looked remarkably like love, staring down into his own.
One last job. Mulder got a screwdriver and detached the brass bedstead from
the bed. Between them they manoeuvred it, with Alex still attached, out of
the apartment and down the stairs.
"It isn't gonna fit, Mulder. I'm telling you. Ow!!"
Mulder tried several different angles but, finally, had to admit that there
was no way he was going to be able to get the brass bedstead into the car. He
sighed deeply, in exasperation and faced his lover.
"Alex, I still don't understand why you won't let me ask them to come here."
"Because." Krycek gave an exaggerated sigh of his own. He started again,
speaking slowly, as if to a small child. "The Consortium has its collective
fingers in many pies. You give out your address—even to them, and I can
guarantee that they will be here almost as fast just to see what's going
on."
"Well... there's only one thing for it. We catch the bus. What? Nobody will
so much as bat an eyelid. Plenty of stranger things found on buses."
Krycek raised one eyebrow. "And how would you know?" He closed his eyes. "No.
Don't answer." He gave another heartfelt sigh and, together, they walked to
the nearest bus stop.
The last time he had been handcuffed in a public place he had, casually,
draped a coat over the 'evidence' and stood nonchalantly, as if waiting for
someone to come through the airport arrivals' gate. This time was very
different.
As they waited for the bus, Krycek found himself fully aware of every set of
eyes that looked their way and, silently, prayed that no-one was watching
Mulder's apartment. If Spender ever caught even so much as a whiff of this,
then that cancerous old bastard would probably die laughing. He whispered a
small prayer of thanks as he saw the bus turn the corner and come towards
them. It halted, the pneumatic doors whooshing open. The driver looked at
him, looked at the bedstead, looked at Mulder, looked even closer at the
bedstead then looked at him again with a smirk on his face.
So this is what it's like to die of embarrassment.
Mulder ignored the driver and hauled Krycek onboard—with a sharp tug on the
bedstead. He dove deep into his pockets for the right change then, together,
they made their way down the bus. Small titters followed their progress as
the few passengers spotted the handcuffs; a wolf whistle brought Krycek's
head snapping around and he glared at several unrepentant-looking passengers.
The short journey seemed to take forever but, eventually, they left the bus a
few hundred yards from their destination.
Two Hours Later:
Krycek watched as his lover pottered around him, bringing him drinks;
sweets... in fact, anything he asked for. He debated, internally, how long he
was going to keep Mulder waiting before he accepted his apology. In all
fairness, once they reached the Fire Station, he had to wait maybe ten
minutes before the Chief produced a tool that cut through the metal bracelet
like a hot knife through butter.
Pulling his tattered dignity around him like a shredded cloak, Krycek had,
stoically, ignored the sniggers from the on-duty firemen, and had hightailed
it out of there as soon as they had finished bandaging his chaffed wrist,
grateful that the Chief had accepted Mulder's explanation. It probably helped
that the handcuffs were, obviously, not Police—or FBI—issue. The engraved
logo 'Boys Toys' being a dead give away.
The journey back had been marginally better, mainly because he was no longer
handcuffed to the bedstead, but the clink of the bracelet still attached
caused many an eye to turn in their direction; knowing looks and smirks fixed
to their faces.
Mulder eased onto the couch behind Alex, pulling his lover back against his
chest, his warm lips nuzzling the fine, dark hair. He breathed in the shower
fresh smell of apples, but his mind filtered out the cosmetic and reacted to
the unique scent that was Alexei Krycek.
He had just finished rescrewing the bedstead back onto the bed and had
stopped, momentarily, to lovingly fondle the bracelet that Krycek had
insisted he leave attached as a reminder of their 'stupidity'. He sighed,
deeply and with a pained smile, Mulder let his mind drift away with thoughts
of the past day.
Damn key! Damn handcuffs... should have bought the executive pair...
Minutes passed in companionable silence as Alex dozed in his arms, all
thoughts of his ordeal slowly slipping from his mind. Meanwhile, Mulder's
brain continued to tick over until...
"Ropes."
"Hmmm?"
"Next time we use ropes."
The Key
by Tarlan
"Oh God, harder... harder... Oh... Oh..."
