by Xanthe
Time slowed down. Skinner watched that bullet take a lifetime to
reach its destination. He went with it every inch of the way, his
heart and soul embedded in that little morsel of lead. Someone was
screaming, his voice hoarse and full of anguish—a voice he barely
recognised as his own, and then the bullet smashed into the skull of
the man he hated... the man he loved... the man he'd killed...
"NO!"
Skinner sat up in the bed, his chest heaving.
"No! Oh Christ, no," he wept. He could still feel the weight of the
gun in his hand, could still smell gunfire, and the sickly stench of
blood, could still hear the sound of that bullet as it ripped
through beloved flesh.
"Alex," he whispered, remembering it all.
The sound of running water distracted him. He fumbled for his
glasses, put them on, then grabbed his gun from the nightstand, and
slid out of the bed, his naked body glistening with sweat from his
nightmare. He edged towards the en-suite bathroom, kicked the door
open cautiously with his foot, and was met by a rising tide of steam
that immediately fogged up his glasses. Cursing, he brushed them off
his face—and through the moist, hazy atmosphere and his own
blurred vision, a figure loomed into sight. Skinner raised his gun.
"Walter?" A surprised voice said questioningly.
Skinner felt his knees shake, and he would have fallen over if the
body the voice belonged to hadn't swiftly covered the short distance
to his side and reached out a steadying hand to keep him upright.
The fog cleared... to reveal a tall, naked, beautiful man, his jet
black hair wet and glistening, little droplets hanging off the ends
and dropping onto his long dark eyelashes, that framed two glowing,
concerned green eyes.
"Alex?" Skinner whispered hoarsely, holding onto the other man for
dear life. "Alex, is it you? Is it really you?"
"Uh. Yeah." Krycek looked non-plussed. "I live here remember?" His
lips brushed Skinner's naked shoulder affectionately. "Hey, big guy.
You okay?" His strong fingers dug into Skinner's arm, keeping him
upright.
"I'm fine. I think." Skinner gazed at Alex in wonder. He reached out
and gently touched his fingertips to the other man's forehead. The
memory came back, all too vivid. "I thought... I thought..." He
remembered a gaping wound, and the sound of a bullet from a gun he
had fired.
"What did you think, big guy? That you could surprise me in the
shower with your big gun? Hold that thought, lover!" Krycek gave a
cheeky smile and a lascivious wink. His hand moved lower, stroking
Skinner softly, calming him, and then carefully disarming him. He
put the gun firmly out of arm's reach.
"Looks like you had another nightmare, Walter," he said gently. "I
thought we were over those. Was it 'Nam again?"
"No... it was you. I dreamed I put a bullet through your head," Skinner
said, still gazing at Krycek with an expression of total shock on
his face.
"Shit. You poor bastard." Krycek pulled him close. Skinner resisted.
This man was his sworn enemy. He had infected him with nanocytes,
ordered him to do wicked things—to kill Mulder, to destroy
Scully's unborn baby...
"Hey." Krycek's fingers were firm as they drew Skinner to him. His
wet, naked body smelled so good, and his green eyes were so loving,
and full of concern. Skinner's resistance crumbled, and he rested
his head shakily on the other man's shoulder. "Hey, Walter," Krycek
murmured tenderly. He wrapped his arm around Skinner and nuzzled at
his ear lovingly. "You know, I shouldn't say this, but I kind of
like it when you're vulnerable after a nightmare. Usually you're so
big and strong and in control. It's nice when you just let me hold
you," Krycek said affectionately, stroking his fingers up and down
Skinner's back. Skinner melted into the embrace. God this felt good.
"We're lovers?" He whispered, stunned that it felt so right.
"Sure. Have been for over a year—ever since that cigarette smoking
bastard had me beaten up and tortured for deprogramming those
nanocytes he got that clone to plant in your bloodstream," Krycek
said, rocking Skinner against his strong chest. "You were kind of
grateful. I like you grateful." He gave Skinner a cheeky little
wink.
"What about Mulder? He went to Oregon? He got abducted..." Skinner
said blearily.
"What are you talking about?" Krycek pushed Skinner away and gazed
at him quizzically. "Mulder didn't get abducted. He's fine. As a
matter of fact..." Krycek glanced at his watch. "Mulder is going to
show up in about an hour for the christening."
"Christening?" Skinner repeated blankly.
"Yeah. Scully's baby. She's being christened today. Mulder and John
are coming over here and we're all going to the church together. You
and John are the godfathers remember? They're coming back here after
because we have the biggest apartment. Scully and Monica are still
wallpapering their condo and it's a total mess."
"Scully and Monica?" Skinner repeated helplessly. "Mulder and John?
John... Doggett?"
"Yeah John Doggett. Doh!" Krycek gave Skinner a firm kiss on the
lips, taking the opportunity to grope his bottom shamelessly. "Boy,
that nightmare really did wipe you out, Walter. John is Mulder's
boyfriend. Remember?"
"Not really." Skinner frowned. "And Scully's baby? Dare I ask...?" He
inquired pathetically, going to sit down on the bed with a
profoundly puzzled sigh.
"She and Monica wanted a kid so they asked Mulder to donate sperm.
Personally I think my sperm would have made a cuter baby," Alex
smirked. "And yours would have been cutest of all, studman, but
Scully wanted it to be Mulder for old times sake, after working
together on the X Files for so long. Monica wanted Mulder because
she thinks that he's a believer in all things new age and wacky,
having not woken up to the fact that he thinks she's nuts and only
puts up with her because she's John's old partner... is it all coming
back to you now, big boy?" Krycek climbed onto the bed beside
Skinner, and wrapped his good arm around his lover's neck. He ran
his fingers over Skinner's broad chest, tangling them in the wiry
curls of hair, and snagging a nipple. Skinner groaned and leaned his
head back to rest on his lover's shoulder.
"Tell me one thing," Skinner whispered as Krycek's hand went lower,
and fastened around his already swelling cock.
"Anything, big guy," Krycek replied, licking Skinner's ear.
"Are we all gay?" Skinner asked. "I mean... all of us?"
"Sure." Krycek grinned, his hand pumping Skinner's cock
enthusiastically.
Skinner felt the unmistakable nudge of the other man's hard cock
pressing into his own back.
"Even..." Skinner shuddered. "Kersh?" he asked.
"Oh no. Not the bad guys or the unattractive people," Krycek
laughed. "This is Slash Fantasy Land, Walter. Kersh and the Morley
man are only occasionally gay here and it's more of a rape thing
than a gay thing to be honest. Slash Fantasy Land is run by a band
of kindly women who love us very much and just want us to be happy -
eventually. Sometimes we have to suffer first, of course," he
grinned, "but this is a place where things are written the way they
*should* be." He frowned, a trace of worry creasing his forehead.
"You know, Walter, Mulder has a theory that those nightmares that
have been troubling you of late have been echoes from some weird
alternate universe where people's personalities change every five
minutes, continuity is a joke, and the characters are all repressed
and asexual... I mean... imagine a world where you and I would be even
remotely able to keep our hands off each other! Crazy!" He shook his
dark head, laughing at the very thought.
"I get to sleep with you?" Skinner closed his eyes, and arced his
back as Krycek pumped his cock perilously close to climax.
"Oh yeah. Day and night. Any time, any place, anywhere. The bedroom,
the bathroom, the kitchen—you used smooth peanut butter on me as a
lube once. We get it on a lot in your office, and we're kind of fond
of parking lots and airplane toilets too. Sometimes we go to our
local leather bar, but we're mainly outdoorsy guys, who like riding
on horseback naked, so you'll often find us in a cabin in the woods,
near a big blue lake where we take frequent naked dips in between
wild love making. In fact..." Krycek put his head on one side and
considered the matter thoughtfully. "Basically, we're really horny -
and we sometimes get really kinky too. For example, this particular
author really likes it when you're submissive and vulnerable, so in
a minute I'm going to throw you over my knee and make you forget all
about your nightmares by administering a sound and very erotic
spanking to your cute ass."
"You are?" Skinner murmured, vaguely wondering why that sounded so
good.
"Sure. You love being spanked. It makes you go all tingly. Come on,
big boy." Krycek slid down to sit on the side of the bed, and patted
his knee.
Skinner looked at the other man, last night's vivid dream rapidly
becoming a fading memory—thank god. He shuddered as he recalled
that bullet slicing into his lover's skull.
"Forget about it, Walter," Alex said softly. "We're safe here. Now
get over my knee, bad boy, because when I'm done tanning your ass
I'm going to fuck you into next week to prove to you that there is
no way in hell that you are ever going to put a bullet through my
brain."
Skinner glanced at Krycek's cock, to find it already erect and ready
for action. He had a sudden image of opening his mouth and
swallowing that beautiful cock down whole, of lying on his back, his
legs akimbo, while his lover slowly entered that magnificent cock
into his waiting body, of being held in Alex's arms as his lover
pounded into him until they screamed out their mutual climax...
"Oh god," Skinner whispered weakly.
"I love you, Walter Skinner. It's as simple as that," Krycek crooned
to him. "Now c'mere!" He pulled Skinner close, and kissed his lips
soundly and thoroughly, opening his lover's mouth and pushing his
tongue insistently inside. Skinner moaned, and placed his own big
arms around Krycek's slender, pale body, his large hands caressing
every inch of the taut, smooth skin.
"I love you too, Alex," Skinner said as he drew back.
He upturned himself eagerly over his lover's knee, surprised how
familiar it felt. Maybe he did remember this after all. Krycek
caressed his ass firmly and affectionately, making Skinner's already
rock hard cock even harder, and then he began to gently tap
Skinner's bottom, the taps slowly becoming slaps, and then real
spanks, until Skinner was squirming and wriggling and thrusting his
rigid cock between his lover's accommodating knees. Alex stopped
spanking just as it was becoming too much, and Skinner gasped as a
cool, lubed finger entered between his ass cheeks. Oh god this felt
good! Another finger joined it, and Skinner bucked up against them.
The warm glow of his buttocks and the feel of Krycek's fingers in
his ass turned him on so much that he was beyond coherent thought.
He groaned when Alex removed his fingers.
Krycek laughed and slapped his ass affectionately. "Time to put
something better in their place, lover boy!" He said cheerfully. He
helped Skinner up, rolled him over onto the bed, parted his legs,
and then slid his hard cock between Skinner's ass cheeks. Skinner
nearly jumped off the bed in ecstasy. He wrapped his legs around his
lover's back and pulled him into his body. Alex thrust forward
willingly, and they ended up nose to nose, gazing into each other's
eyes. Skinner gazed at his lover in wonder. Alex's green orbs were
full of laughing, loving joy.
"Alex... this Slash Fantasy Land," Skinner said slowly, caressing his
lover's back with his fingers. "Can I stay here forever?"
The End
For those of you not familiar with the "Dallas" ref, Bobby Ewing was
killed off at the end of one season, was dead for a *whole season*
and then, because they wanted to bring the character back, they
pretended the whole of the previous season had been Pam's dream. She
woke up and found Bobby alive and well and having a shower in her
bathroom! No apologies for stealing this excellent plot device.<g>
Queer as Folk is a drama show portraying the loves and lives of
several gay men and a lesbian couple. It originated on UK television
and has been made into a fantastic (and explicit!) US show as well.
kinner waited, his fingers curling around the trigger of his gun,
as he watched his victim plead his case. The other man's eyes were
dark, and impassioned, his face covered by a thin film of sweat, but
that wasn't enough to make Skinner trust him. He took aim,
squeezed... and the bullet exploded from the point of his gun,
shattering the silence.
