"With your bedroom eyes and your baby pouts
"Give it to me, Krycek!" Mulder rasped, his voice husky with need
and abuse.
"Nope."
"I really need it."
"Too bad."
"Oh, have mercy!"
"They must have knocked your head around harder than I thought.
You should know better than to ask."
Mulder licked split, dry lips. His tongue left no moisture. "If I had
one of those candies, I'd be much more comfortable. My mouth is
so dry." He settled back into the chair and flexed his wrists under
the ropes.
"They're torturing you." And not doing that great a job. They had
the hitting and the "letting the victim wait and anticipate" parts
down, but Mulder refused to play. Their best shots over four hours
had earned them the plots to three '50's monster movies, some
commercial jingles, and a few very inventive suggestions as to
what they could do with themselves. You could color me
impressed with him, but my allies of the moment were losing
patience and would soon start doling out permanent injuries. I
couldn't allow that to start, not when I still needed Mulder for a
few things.
What things? Oh, things.
He still looked at me expectantly with one eyebrow quirked. With
the bruises they dealt him, eyebrow-quirking appeared to hurt him.
He did it anyway.
"You're not supposed to be comfortable," I said. I rolled the
butterscotch candy around in my mouth and made a few smacking
noises of appreciation just to see his expression.
I couldn't have anticipated the expression he had now. Mulder
stared up at me from under his lashes, and his swollen lips spread
into a smile. That lush look, so full of sex and want and evil,
made my heart skip.
"I really need something to suck on," he said in his usual low
monotone and the husky rasp he couldn't help. Those words
combined with that look...
I first thought, //I know what you need,// then //I have something
for you to suck on right here.// Both impossible with the others
seated in the next room plotting their next angle of attack. Instead,
I crouched down in front of him and kissed him. He kissed back
fiercely, hungrily, and the split on his bottom lip opened under the
pressure, mingling the rich taste of his blood with the thick
sweetness of the butterscotch. His tongue, desperate for moisture,
parted my lips and explored my mouth.
I withheld the hard candy from him as long as I could, rolling it
around my mouth. Finally, he got it with his tongue and sucked it
right into his mouth, making me imagine what other uses I could
find for that talent. I felt him smile against my lips.
I pulled away and watched with fascination as he savored the
candy almost erotically, eyes closed, mouth pursed and smiling. I
could hardly bear the sucking noise he made. His tongue swept
out and flickered over his lips, leaving a sheen of sticky wetness.
"You must be really desperate," I said as harshly as I could.
"I've been watching you suck on these damned things for twenty
minutes now. It made me want to— Never mind what it made me
want to do." Even despite the abuse it had taken, his voice sounded
as rich and thickly sweet as the candy I'd passed him.
I thought of the feel of his swollen lips against mine, the scent of
his sweat and need, the taste of his blood, and bruises like night-
blooming flowers on his pale skin... If he intended to tease me and
then withhold on what he'd promised, he had a surprise coming.
I listened to his harsher, faster breathing. I didn't think he would
refuse. I leaned in closer and smelled blood and butterscotch on
his breath...
Oh, well. I knew I'd have to kill these idiots sooner or later
anyway.
Blood and Butterscotch
by Viridian5
Sweat it all out
In our electric storms and our shifting sands
Our candy jars and our sticky hands"
—"Hammering in My Head" by Garbage
