By Ursala

As Napoleon and Mulder struggled to kiss, two rather large and aquiline noses sparring like swords, Illya's sweet pink lips surrounded Alex's pebbled nipples to suck them.

"Bleh," said Illya as he spat out the pebble. "Sex on the beach always leaves me with sand up my crack."

"Personally, it's one of my favorite drinks," replied the other Russian.

Fluttering his black lashes, Alex whispered in his husky voice, "Hey, Illya, you want to do it doggy style?"

Resulting in a karate chop across his trachea and after wallowing in the sand, a case of crabs of a sort that Doctors don't expect to see at the VD clinic.


The end.