Just Another Night

by Kindli

Date: 12/99

Rating: NC-17 (slash)

Category: X-Files/Highlander

Disclaimer: X-Files belongs to Chris Carter, Fox, and 1013 Productions; Highlander belongs to Panzer/Davis and I don't know who else.

Summary: Appearances can be deceiving. PWP

Just Another Night
by Kindli

I stepped off the elevator, already envisioning my comfortable leather couch and the video I received the other day. The moment I stepped through my door, I knew those plans were about to be changed. There was someone in my apartment. When I heard the cocking of a gun just to my left, my hand froze in mid-reach for my weapon.

"Get rid of it, Mulder." A husky voice rasped into my ear.

I recognized the owner of the voice immediately. "Krycek?" I exclaimed. "Now what? Another rebel prisoner for me to rescue? Some important mission that only I can carry out?" Frustrated with myself, I slowly lowered my weapon to the floor and stepped away from it.

"Get on your knees," my captor demanded, "with your hands clasped behind your head."

Okay. This was different. I obeyed, wondering where this was headed.

He removed the pistol I kept near my ankle, and then did an overly thorough search of my body. I couldn't hide the shudder that traveled through me when his hand touched my groin. I felt my cheeks heat with shame when he chuckled, returning to gently squeeze the growing bulge.

"What do you want?" I asked, proud to sound so casual, though I couldn't help pushing into the pressure of that hand.

"I want to spend some quality time with my favorite FBI agent." The unseen smirk was evident in his tone when he squeezed again. "And I think you want that, too."

Unable to prevent myself from jerking forward into his touch again, I groaned, "Stop it, Krycek." I tried for tough, but instead it came out sounding pathetically needy.

"I don't think so." My beautiful captor began to undo my belt. "I think you've wanted this for as long as I have." He pulled my pants down to my knees. "You move, and I'll shoot you," he warned, stepping away from me, gun still in hand.

I knelt there shivering, with my hands clasped behind my head. I blinked as a lamp was turned on, though the dim light revealed very little.

"Geez Mulder. Why bother putting a light bulb in if you don't want to see anything?" he complained, as he returned to me.

What should I say to that? I opted to stay silent.

I noticed the gun was now sitting next to the lamp. That was when I was pretty sure I understood what was going on. Before I could decide what to do about it, if anything, he snapped his fingers, regaining my attention. I focused on his eyes. I could practically get lost in them, cliché as that sounds. He's always had such beautiful eyes, with the longest lashes. Of course, there was no way in hell I'd ever tell him this. He was already aware of his beauty, and hardly needed me stroking his ego.

When he kissed me, I resisted for about 3 milliseconds, before I opened my mouth and let his tongue claim me. Without intending to, my arms moved to embrace him.

Tasting wine on his breath I vaguely wondered if I'd had any in the apartment, before he got here.

He began to unbutton my shirt, still kissing me. When the need for air separated us, he removed the shirt and suit jacket at the same time. Then he leaned forward and took one of my nipples between his teeth.

"Oh God." I heard myself whimper; any thought of struggle long gone. It had been way too long since my last time, and this was going to go fast. All I wanted now was for this man to fuck me, and soon!

Unable to concentrate on doing more, I stroked his back as he nipped and then soothed my nipples with his tongue. I felt bereft when he pulled away. "Up you go." He took hold of my hair and pulled me into a standing position.

I winced, but it did nothing to lessen my arousal. My pants slid to my ankles and self-consciously I removed them along with my shoes.

He waited silently until I stood naked before him. Then he smiled. It wasn't an annoying smirk this time, but a real smile; the kind of smile that got my stomach doing somersaults. Trying to compose myself, I took a deep breath. Nearly impossible, what with the way he was radiating sexual energy and all.

"Very nice, Mulder." His hand reached out to caress my cock. I gasped when he ran a finger along the length.

It had been way too long since I’d had any sex, and I prayed to a God I didn't believe in to help me not embarrass myself. My captor began to kiss me again, his tongue claiming my mouth. I returned the kiss desperately, even as I wondered how I could want this man so much. He was simply acting out a part... I quickly banished that thought from my mind, determined to accept it for what it appeared to be, not what it was.

His hand moved to caress my ass, squeezing and kneading it. "Bedroom. I've got plans for this evening," he muttered against my lips. Kissing me, he led me to the seldom-used room.

He broke away in order to open the door, and then he gently pushed me backwards into the room. I was so focused on him that it took me a few moments to realize the room was lit with candles. Shadows danced against the walls. I stood there staring, wondering what the big occasion could be; until he took my hand and pulled me to the bed. He must have spent an hour just cleaning the place.

He kissed me again, a short but hard claiming of the lips. "Lay down." He nipped my ear.

I practically fell onto the mattress, before I lay down, wondering a little nervously what was next. I felt a shiver go through me as I watched my captor. Was he still my captor, if he no longer held a gun on me? All I could do was wait for his next move.

The smile on his lips did nothing to lessen my tension as he stood there gazing down at me. He sat down beside me and murmured, "relax." He trailed a teasing finger up and down my belly. A devilish glint lit his eyes, and he pinched one of my nipples, grinning when I gasped. Trailing his fingers up to my shoulder and then over my arm, past my elbow, he finally grasped my hand.

My skin tingled everywhere that he touched. I didn't resist when he pulled my arm above my head to the bed-board. Something closed around my wrist and I heard the unmistakable click of handcuffs. He took my other wrist and did the same to it. I didn’t bother fighting him, since I'd already given this round to him; but I really wanted to smack that knowing grin off his face. Instead, all I could do was wait and see what he planned to do next.

He left my side only long enough to strip, before returning to straddle me. He positioned himself so that his own erection was pressed firmly into my belly. I groaned, and envied his self-control; he was leaning over me, his expression totally focused on me. He leaned down to kiss me again, teasing me with just a quick taste before he inched down to lick my neck. He bit me, and I couldn't hold back a sharp cry. When he soothed it with his tongue, the pain and pleasure intermingled making me groan. He proceeded to mark me, and I could tell I was about to have a hickey the size of a baseball to prove I was his, before he finished.

My eyes rolled back, my fists clenching helplessly against the headboard. When he was satisfied, he began teasing my nipples again. Licking one and then the other, his tongue left a moist trail between the two. I moaned, writhing frantically beneath him. Suddenly he stopped. "Please," I heard myself whimpering, lifting my head to look at him.

"You like that?" With a grin, he began to inch down again, licking and biting my skin as I twisted and bucked beneath him. When he was directly level with my swollen and leaking cock, he licked his lips. I was pleading with him not to stop, when he paused.

"What do you want, Mulder?" He licked off a drop of pre-cum from the tip.

"Krycek...Alex, please suck me." I arched up off the bed, begging him with actions as well as words.

He nodded, and without any more coaxing he swallowed it deep into his throat.

I screamed.

The bastard grinned, never varying the rhythm he'd established as he reached out for the tube from the night stand. I spread my legs for him as I begged him, "Do it, already." He inserted first one slicked finger and then another. My hands were twisted to grip the headboard, and I no longer had any coherent thought left. When he finally returned with three fingers, and angled his reach just so, I screamed again. I arched up and came down his throat. He sucked me dry, and then moved to prepare himself.

Once he'd entered me, I wrapped my legs around his hips, and listened with satisfaction when he released a groan of pleasure. He paused to gain control, before beginning to actually move. I felt myself becoming hard again; and when he noticed this, a self-satisfied smirk graced his face and he wrapped a hand around my erection, jerking me off in time with his own thrusts. He came with a shout, and I followed soon after.

Moving off of me he grabbed a towel from the floor to wipe us off, before collapsing back onto the bed. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he lay there gasping for breath.

I waited a few moments before I cleared my throat. "Babe, can you unlock these?" I pulled on the cuffs.

Groaning softly, I heard him feel around the bed table for the keys. Without looking, he grabbed them and freed my wrists. Then he lay down again, sighing as his head rested on my chest.

Petting the soft black hair back from his flushed face, I watched the shadows play against the walls for a while. "There are easier ways of getting me handcuffed to a bed then pretending to be Alex Krycek, Cory."

As I listened to my lover’s laughter, I fell asleep.

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