Title: The Auction

Author: Kindli

Date: 9/00

Fandom: X-Files

Pairing: M/K and M/K/Scully

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimers: X-Files belongs to Chris Carter, Fox and 1013 Productions. I am making absolutely no profit off of this.

Archive: BIC, DITB, PEJA, RATB, others please ask

Notes: My first attempt at a threesome, so there's obviously going to be both slash and het in here.

Beta help from: Meri Lomelindi, Quinn all remaining errors remain mine.

The Auction

by Kindli

Mulder's heart pounded like a jack hammer. As he glanced around the huge auditorium, Mulder found he was grateful to have taken Byers advice in bringing Scully along as his bodyguard. The idea had seemed ludicrous when it was first suggested, but now, as she stood next to him, he realized how practical her presense really was. Scully's posture was intimidating and she watched and listened to everything going on around their table. He wasn't alone in having a bodyguard, either, both male and female guards stood prepared to protect their employers.

Mulder leaned back against the wall, and recalled his reason for being here.

Three nights ago, the Lone Gunmen had called him and told him to get a plane ticket, some days off and to take out a huge amount of money from his bank account. They insisted he had to go to an old theater in Peabody, MA, where they'd finangled him an invitation to a floating, once a year slave auction. Mulder thought they were joking.

"Their website, which we hacked into last month, has a page filled with pictures of their merchandise," Frohike began to explain.

"One of our subscribers e-mailed us, asking us to try to find his sister. So, we were going through the pages, you know, thinking the girl might be one of their newest acquisitions... she wasn't there, but there was a picture of your old partner," Byers continued for him.

Then Langly finished with, "They had him listed under their damaged pieces. A gorgeous man with green eyes, black hair and one arm. I mean, that has to be Alex Krycek, right?"

Raising his eyebrows, Mulder had asked, "Gorgeous? I didn't know your tastes ran in that direction, Langly. Would you like me to bring him back here, if I get him?"

Before Langly could retort, Byers interrupted, "The auction is going to be held in 3 days time. It's a formal affair, and they accept only cash, wire transfers, and jewelry. There is no credit, or checks. This thing is one of those affairs that has never been shut down because they have politicians and high-ranking military personel as members."

"Yeah, something we'd love to expose," Langly added.

Frohike shrugged. "But we'll wait until after you have Krycek."

"Gee, thanks, guys. You're real pals." Mulder made his voice sarcastic, even as he wondered how he was going to raise enough money to get into a place like this. He supposed he'd have to delve into the 'blood money' his father had left him. He finally decided that spending it on rescuing Krycek would be a fitting enough tribute to his father's memory.

Convincing Scully to go with him had been another matter in itself. She had stared at him like he'd grown another head.

"You want me to pretend to be your bodyguard so that you can buy Alex Krycek from a slave auction? To do what with him? Bring him to justice, or rescue him? You know we can't put him in prison, it would be a death sentence; and besides, he's only in that auction because he wants to be, so it's not like you'd be doing him any favors." She tried to appeal to his logic.

How could he explain to her that if Krycek had been planning something like this, he would surely know it already? He could hardly tell her that he and Krycek had gotten over their differences long ago already. "But if he's truly a captive, I can't leave him there. He's been my best informant. Please, Scully, we have to rescue him. I mean, you wouldn't leave ME there, would you?"

"Of course not, you're my partner. But, I can't understand why you care, Mulder. How many times have you told me you hate him? He's a scum sucking rat bastard, right?"

"I don't hate him anymore, Scully. Not since the tablets incident. Krycek really does want us to defeat the colonists. He believes in what we do."

Scully's expression of disbelief told him that she wasn't buying it--until her blue eyes suddenly widened with realization. "You want to fuck him."

He couldn't believe she had said 'fuck' straight out like that, but he knew he could hardly say it wasn't true and expect her to accept it. She knew him too well. He shrugged. "That too."

"You realize he may object," she pointed out reasonably.

"But he might not." Mulder gave her his best hang dog expression, knowing he'd get his way when she rolled her eyes at him.

Now here they were, planning to participate in a slave auction instead of preventing it.

A loud gong sounded and the room became silent, attention turning to face the stage, where a young man waited patiently. "The merchandise brought here tonight has been examined by our medical staff and found to be clean and healthy. Some have been well trained, while others will need a firm hand and a sharp whip. Some merchandise comes damaged, but we wouldn't offer these pieces if we felt they weren't worth our reputation." He paused, while murmurs of assent rippled throughout the crowd. "Of course, to give you a proper idea of all our products 'assets', we have given them an aphrodisiac to enhance their attributes." With that, the auctioneer left, a few faint snickers following him off the stage.

A few minutes later, the curtain opened and a frightened young woman stood naked on the podium. She whimpered as the auctioneer raised her arms to the hook above her and began pointing out how pretty her breasts were, the harsh glare of the flourescent lights giving them an almost unreal quality. Moaning helplessly, she bit her lip when he fondled them for the audience. She clenched her eyes tightly shut when he used a gloved hand to part her legs and pushed a finger into her, but she couldn't prevent herself from thrusting her hips forward, encouraging the treatment.

"This trainable young female has rarely been used yet, but she's ripe for anything." He turned her around and spanked her ass a few times. "Who'll give me $35,000?" And so it went, selling her for $190,000 to a handsome but cold-faced young man.

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A half hour later, according to frequent glances at her watch, Scully bit back a gasp when she recognized the female on the stage. She wondered if Mulder might abandon his quest for the double-crossing rat and rescue this Samantha clone instead. To her shock, he didn't bid for her even once.

The beautiful woman on the stage went to an old man in a wheel chair- with an angry looking nurse. Scully was startled to see the young woman smack the man in the chest before she went off to pay for the girl. As the bidding on someone else started, Scully continued to watch the two. The brown-haired nurse brought the girl back and had her kneel beside the chair, right near her feet. She saw the nurse's eyes darken with pity as she petted the clone's hair, bending over to whisper in her ear. The clone spread her legs a little wider and stared up at the nurse with adoration. An old, wrinkled hand suddenly reached out to caress her face, cupping her cheek, and she turned so that she could lick and kiss the palm. It was then that Scully realized the girl wasn't any newer to this than most of the other slaves that had been sold so far.

She was even more surprised when she turned back to the stage and saw a young Alex Krycek clone. Two-armed, innocent-eyed Alex Krycek. She turned to Mulder, expecting him to show some interest in the pretty young man. Though her partner's eyes watched avidly, he remained silent throughout the bidding. So, he didn't just want to fuck him? What else was going in Mulder's mind?

The clone was obviously well-used to the stage as he raised the bids with well-timed movements and moans.

"This young male knows his place and likes it there. He's been trained since childhood to please and there's absolutely nothing he won't do for his new owner."

The Alex clone went for over $500,000.

Scully watched as the clone's new owner placed a collar around the clone's neck- leading him to his table with a leash. The clone followed obediently, kneeling at his master's feet, awaiting attention with his head lowered. His blond-haired master fed him pieces of fruit and cheese and the clone happily ate from his fingers. It was obvious the man intended to spoil his new pet rotten and the clone was loving it.

Next was another male, not as attractive, but good-looking just the same.

Finally, an hour later, the damaged merchandise was brought out. The sale wasn't even halfway over yet, so many of the bidders remained, but they were conversing with each other- not paying much attention to the present sales.

Most of the merchandise brought out simply consisted of slaves with scars from the carelessness of previous masters. The most serious of the damage was that one girl couldn't speak- which was touted as an advantage, and one man had been rendered lame after a sadistic former master had burned the soles of his feet- which simply meant he always knelt at his master's feet, where he belonged anyway. The 'real' Alex Krycek wasn't presented until all of the others had been auctioned off.

Krycek stood on the stage, his stillness standing out in stark relief against the moaning and general exhibitionism of the previous slaves. Though his body was under the same arousing influence as the others, his eyes weren't inviting-- but neither were they frightened or humble. They were full of calculating rage. Scully felt a shiver of uneasiness snake along her spine, wondering what havoc the man would cause now.

"This one is new to his new position in life and needs training from a real master. His limb was removed without the proper tools- which is why it's so ugly. But, if one of you is brave enough to take on this challenge, you'll find many advantages to be taken by the sensitive areas." He challenged, reaching out to demonstrate by pinching the man's stump.

In a split second, Krycek had reached over and grabbed him by the neck- startling the crowd- and began strangling him. The guards rushed to the stage, but it would be too late to save the man.

"$10,000," Mulder called out as the guards moved, sounding for all the world like he was discussing an expense report.

Dropping the hapless auctioneer to the floor, Krycek turned to the voice, but was unable to see past the lights in his eyes.

By then the guards had reached the stage, where they wasted no time in manhandling the unprotesting Krycek. Though he glared briefly in their direction, he kept his attention on the audience, trying to see through the blinding lights and the crowd. Tilting his head just a bit to ease the glare, he listened to the audience.

The auctioneer rubbed his throat, but gamely continued his spiel. "I heard a bid of $10,000, surely I'll hear more for this attractive young man. I'm no trainer; obviously," he chuckled nervously, smiling at the snickers from the audience before continuing, "but surely some of you are up to the challenge. You won't let this young man think he's more than he is- will you?"

Though the bidding started out fast and furious, by $90,000-- and without another word from Mulder-- it had dwindled.

Finally, sounding just as calm and bored as before, Mulder called out his final bid.

"$125,000- sold!!" The auctioneer breathed a sigh of relief.

The guards dragged Krycek down with rough, careless abandon- intentionally hurting him. Once at the pay table, Krycek growled at them, "Let me go." But they held fast.

When Mulder reached the table, he ordered the guards to release his slave.

"You sure you don't want him restrained first?"

"It won't be necessary. Now, free him."

Slowly the guards loosened their hold on Krycek, but the one that had intentionally gripped Krycek's arm at the stump now had his neck in an iron grip.

"Drop him." Mulder's soft, monotonous voice broke through the red haze of the younger man's mind and Alex relaxed his grip.

While the guard fell to his knees, gasping for breath, his partner raised his arm to strike Krycek.

"You hurt him again, and I will let him kill you." Mulder's warning was almost too soft to be heard. The guard stared at him like he was crazy, but stepped back, and raised his arms sarcastically. "Whatever you say, buddy. It's your funeral."

After shelling out the majority of his financial assets, Mulder touched Krycek's hand to get his attention. "Come on, we're leaving."

Krycek accepted his touch but shook his head-- "The clones, we've got to help them."

"How many are there?" Mulder asked.

"Two. Your sister and mine," Alex whispered.

"It's too late, they've already been sold. Come on." Mulder said, brooking no argument. He was already walking towards the exit, one hand clenched around Krycek's wrist.

Scully watched as Krycek glanced back into the dim 'dining' area, desperately searching for the others as he stumbled to keep up with Mulder. She felt another stab of unease.

In the coat room, Mulder wrapped Krycek's naked body into his trench and grinned at Scully. "If anyone asks, we'll say he's a streaker."

Krycek snorted in spite of himself.

As they walked outside to the car, Scully- taking her part as bodyguard seriously- kept an eye out. Fortunately the most disturbing thing she saw was the troubled face of their new 'acquistion'.

Mulder noticed Krycek's distraction, and tried to reassure him. "They'll be fine, I'll explain in the car."

Scully opened the back door of the rented limo and let Mulder crawl in with Krycek before going up front to drive. As she started the car, she opened the partition window just in time to catch Mulder's explanation of why he didn't save the clones.

"The man that bought your pretty Alex clone is a friend of mine. He'll take care of him and make him happy until he's learned enough to decide if he wants to go out on his own. John has a tendency to spoil all of his toys to death, though- so 'pretty clone' might decide to stay. As for the Samantha clone- the nurse and the man in the wheel chair are private detectives, undercover at the moment. The nurse is his girlfriend. I don't think we have much to worry about on that half either." He glanced up at Scully when he said this.

Krycek squirmed a little uncomfortably in his seat, and turned to Mulder. "Why didn't you at least bid for them? I was listening to all the bidders- you never spoke up once."

"I didn't want to bid against either of them, they were doing just fine on thier own. Besides, I wasn't sure how much money I was going to need for you. I wasn't going to take a chance on wasting my money on anyone else."

Sounding confused, as unable to understand Mulder's reasoning as Scully herself, Alex spoke her own thoughts aloud. "But... the clones, they're your proof."

"Evidently, it appears there are a lot of clones out there, Krycek. While you, on the other hand, happen to be irreplaceable."

In the front seat, Scully snorted. She couldn't believe she was hearing this nonsense. It was unbelievable how desperate Mulder was to get Krycek in his bed.

Krycek nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I guess the others could never know what I know."

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Mulder grinned at him, reaching over Krycek's lap to pull out a bag of sunflower seeds from his trench coat pocket. "That's right. Your head is full of knowledge that's otherwise dead."

Changing the subject, Krycek turned to him curiously. "How did you find out I would be there? For that matter, how did you get in to that place? From what most of those brainwashed dimwits were saying, this sale was for only the richest of the highest class."

Unsure how he wanted to answer the question, Mulder chose his words carefully. "I have friends in all sorts of lifestyles, Krycek, one of those friends happened to recognize you from the pictures on their database. But, what were you doing there? I mean, it's obvious you weren't there willingly."

Accepting his answer without further comment, Krycek growled, "After I 'took care of' Cancerman, Coravubias felt I needed to be reminded of who was in charge. So she had me brought here, to remind me that I'm nothing but a whore." Green eyes flashed angrily, and dared Mulder to agree with her.

Mulder didn't have a death wish, so he merely observed, "She's going to love it when she finds out who bought you."

Shifting his weight just a bit, Krycek sighed. "Actually, she *will* get a kick out of it. I'm finally going to get exactly what I deserve, in her opinion. She's gonna love knowing that I'm your sex slave." He squirmed again, unsuccessfully trying not to draw any attention to himself.

Mulder frowned at him, and glanced up front at Scully. When Krycek did it again, more noticeably, Mulder muttered, "Would you quit fidgeting? You're driving me crazy."

Ducking his head, Krycek murmured something and really squirmed this time.

"What was that?" Leaning in closer, Mulder listened closely.

Krycek spoke a little louder this time, his tone petulant, "I can't help it."

Realizing he had just been given something rare and priceless, a cheshire grin spread over Mulder's face. "Maybe I can be of some assistance?" Mulder ran his hand over the sable hair, and went so far as to pull the younger man closer.

Krycek's eyelids slid open to reveal a thin sliver of green as he pressed his body into Mulder's. "You think so? What do you think you can do?"

"What do you WANT me to do, Alex?" Using his companion's first name got him Krycek's complete attention. Mulder grinned at him, his expression mischevious.

Krycek glanced nervously up front, where Scully was driving, but the drug was too powerful to obey common sense. A gleam entered his eye and he scrambled to sit on Mulder's lap.

With a soft groan, Mulder spread his legs wider so Krycek could settle in between them.

Krycek parted the trench coat, his hard cock climbing skyward and he reached over so he could grab the older man's shoulder and then leaned his head against Mulder's chest, allowing the agent to support his back. "I want your hand on my cock."

The car stopped at a red light, and Scully turned around in time to see a naked Krycek sprawled across Mulder's lap, with Mulder reaching out hesitantly to grasp the erect cock. "What the hell are you doing?" Her voice betrayed her shock.

Krycek breathed a sigh of relief at the first cautious touch against his throbbing erection, and moaned happily when Mulder's touch became more confident. His head fell back in abandon and he sighed, "Oh yeah, like that."

"Surely it hasn't been so long that you don't know what's going on?" Mulder's tone was soft but mocking as he answered Scully, beginning to stroke his companion's cock.

Scully glared at him impatiently. "That's not the point, Mulder. God! Can't you wait?"

"Well I could, but... he's suffering here." Mulder glanced down and indicated the man in in his lap, who moaned like he was dying.

The warm, silken shaft throbbed in Mulder's palm and eager hips rose in the air, trying to get closer to his fist. "Yes-- harder, Mulder. Please...." The throaty plea reached his ears.

Not wanting for it to seem as if she approved of this, since she didn't, Scully began lecturing him, "Since he is so obviously hurting, and I don't want to actually see him in pain, I guess it would be cruel to ignore him. But you realize this is completely inappropriate behavior for a federal agent to be taking with a prisoner."

A horn blasted behind them, and the car jerked forward as she started driving again, not that it stopped her from continuing, "We could get censored, if not fired were he to file a complaint against us. This could be defined as sexual molestation." apparently satisfied he was listening, by his intermittant 'uh-huh's', she finished by saying, "I know you want to fuck him, and you're giving him what he wants right now, I really don't think he's going to return the favor."

Mulder ignored her, and concentrated on his companion. He knew it wouldn't take much longer as he continued the strokes, up and down-- before rubbing that spot on the lower tip of Krycek's cock and smiled with satisfaction when Krycek thrust hard and cried out- coming hard and fast, semen covering his hand and pooling into the younger man's belly.

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With a quick peek up front, Krycek wondered if Scully wasn't actually enjoying this. He'd heard her words, and though they didn't really interest him, the casual way she'd said she knew Mulder wanted to fuck him was hilarious. She didn't really seem too concerned, and he didn't see that there was any harm in giving her a free show. Especially if it would get her to allow Mulder to repeat his last performance. His spent dick wasn't soft yet, so he moaned softly, glanced up at Mulder, and moaned pitifully, "Again?"

"Already?" Mulder brushed a kiss against the sable hair beneath his chin.

A small whimper escaped the younger man. "Please, Mulder." He gritted his teeth and pushed into his ex-partner's hand helplessly.

This time, Mulder moved Krycek off his lap so he could lean over and take the younger man's cock into his mouth.

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In the front seat, Scully tried concentrating on the road but couldn't stop herself from glancing at the rear-view mirror every few seconds, shocked to see her partner going down on his 'nemesis'. She couldn't look away when she saw Mulder's tongue circle around the head, and then swallow the cock whole.

Not wanting to make her interest obvious, she settled on muttering just loud enough to be heard, "Get a room you two."

She suddenly realized a cop was following her, lights flashing and siren blaring. Glancing down she realized she was going almost eighty mph.

"Damn! Sorry to put a halt to your fun, Mulder, but I think you're going to have to get your little sex-slave presentable in about a minute." She warned him as she slowed down and pulled to the side.

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Mulder's head shot up like a missile and he started chuckling. During a time like this, Scully would start speeding. Krycek would want to kill her for this, he thought with amusement. The thought didn't worry him in the least, since he knew he could divert the anger into a much more interesting avenue than murder.

Krycek scrambled to get off of his lover's lap, sat up properly on his seat, and glared daggers at Scully while he snarled at Mulder, "What the hell are you laughing about?" He hastily tied the trench coat around his body, careful to cover his aching cock from the view of the approaching officer. He crossed his legs, as if the bulge beneath the fabric wouldn't be obvious that way, the light friction apparently too much for him when he groaned in frustration.

The officer stood outside the car, and asked for her ID and registration. Scully handed him the rental car's papers and her license, apologizing for speeding.

"Where are you off to in such a rush? You're a Fed?" He peered into the backseat to see the two men sitting silently. Mulder's expression was sardonic, while Krycek's eyes were tightly clenched shut, lips in a hard straight line, expression filled with agony as he clutched at his stomach. "What's up with your partner?" he asked Mulder, his tone concerned.

Not trusting himself to answer that question with a straight face, Mulder was relieved when Scully spoke up quickly, "We think the chow mein may have been bad, I need to find him a hospital."

Mulder hoped the officer wouldn't offer an escort.

The cop's eyes narrowed, and he observed the black-haired man closely before he finally nodded. "Six miles, next exit, turn right and follow the signs. Shouldn't take you more than 10 minutes to get there."

"Thank-you, Officer." Scully took her ID back and rolled up her window before pulling back onto the road.

Krycek glared up at Mulder refusing to share in the agent's amusement. "Exactly what do you think is so funny about this?"

Instead of trying to make the angry young man see his side of things, Mulder pulled the trench coat open and dove down to take the engorged and leaking cock back into his mouth. Krycek came with a tortured cry almost immediately. Mulder swallowed the seed, and released him, sitting back up to stare apologetically into the glittering, dark eyes.

Krycek could never stay angry with Mulder for long, and he eventually sighed and moved to again sit closer to Mulder. He then glared up front at the woman that was studiously watching the road. "She did that on purpose," he accused, talking directly into Mulder's ear.

"You know that's not true." Mulder turned to rest his chin on Krycek's shoulder. "She'd be more likely to choose to have an anal probe, before dealing with a speeding ticket."

Krycek didn't bother trying to stifle his chuckle. Then he changed the subject. "Can we stop somewhere? I'd like a shower, and I'm still hornier than hell."

Scully spoke up, "One of the signs back there said something about a campground with cabins to rent, I'll try to find it."

Fifteen minutes later, Scully walked in to rent a cabin while her partner sat in the car and held his ex-partner in his arms, jerking him off -- again. When she opened the car door, holding a key, Krycek was panting, his head thrown back against Mulder's shoulder as he came.

Scully was muttering to herself that she was a doctor, as she helped Mulder get Krycek into the cabin.

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Once in the cabin, Scully helped Mulder get Krycek to the bed before she walked to the stocked bar and pulled out a small bottle of whiskey.

Meanwhile, Mulder led Krycek to the bathroom, and soon the sounds of pained pleasure could be heard over the noise of the shower.

After pouring herself a generous glass of the amber liquor, Scully sat at the small kitchenette table, wondering how she let herself get dragged into these things. It was doubtful that Krycek would try to get them in trouble for any of this, but he'd certainly try to convince Mulder to release him. She knew it would be suicide to try and imprison the young man, Cardinal's death had proven that, but it seemed to her that he always seemed to get the best out of every situation. //Except maybe the arm thing// she realized, sobering quickly. //Not that it really did much to damage his looks, he really is a handsome man// she shook her head, annoyed with her errant thoughts.

She glanced at her watch as the two men stepped out of the bathroom, some twenty minutes later. She forced herself to watch dispassionately as Mulder buttoned his shirt while he walked to the bed with Krycek following him, wearing only a towel.

To distract herself from desires she knew she shouldn't be having, she asked, "What did they give you, Krycek?"

Krycek shook his head, his tone distracted as he answered, "They said it was an aphrodisiac, so we would be anxious to please. It's supposed to wear off in a few hours."

She thought back to the little she knew about aphrodisiacs, which was really almost non-existant, and said, "I think the effects should be lessening, so that you won't be feeling so desperate soon. Just needy."

"If you say so, Scully." Mulder sounded doubtful, but he was willing to believe her if she said it was true.

Scully nodded and took a deep swallow from her glass, watching as Mulder took hold of Krycek's hard cock, again. //He has plenty of experience with it, why should it bother him to do the same to Krycek?// she thought sarcastically. Krycek sighed happily, and she was surprised to realize he hadn't made any snide comments yet.

She couldn't believe Mulder was doing this in front of her. Of course she knew about his porn collection, everyone did, but he'd never brought her into it before. She finished her glass of whiskey and poured another one. //Bastards, they act like I'm not even here.//

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A few hours later, Mulder sat on the bed watching tv, casually stroking Krycek's silky hair-- pleased to have Alex looking comfortable and happy as he rested his head on Mulder's lap.

Scully had finished half of the bottle of whiskey before Mulder had taken it away from her, and she was evidently feeling pretty good right now, considering how she practically radiated sexual energy as her eyes raked over Krycek's body thoroughly and hungrily.

Taking a deep swallow from the bottle of whiskey, Mulder's eyes met Scully's and took on a wicked gleam.

"Kryyycek--" he drawled, stroking a finger down the beautiful man's cheek.

With his eyes closed, Krycek turned his face into the caress. "Hmmm?"

Mulder's fingers found their way to Krycek's chin and lifted his head. "Look at Scully, I think we can safely say she wasn't trying to stop us earlier."

"But she did stop us, the cop caught her speeding," Krycek pouted, even as he let himself look at her. The inebriated woman was beautiful, especially with her defenses down, she practically glowed with lust. He didn't say anything, but Mulder could see his cock stirring to life.

"I would go so far as to say she was probably spending too much time watching us than she should have been. Do you think we should forgive her?" Mulder's voice was practically a purr.

With a nod, Krycek turned his head to meet Mulder's groin.

"No, that'll be later." Mulder chuckled. "Come here, Scully." He pat the bed as Krycek began grumbling. The muttering stopped when Mulder began petting his groin. "Take off your clothes, Alex."

After shucking off the pants and shirt he had just put on an hour ago, Krycek settled back next to his ex-partner.

"That too." Mulder tapped his false arm.

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With a careless shrug, Krycek obeyed, now gloriously naked. He grinned when he realized that both agents had their eyes fixed on him. Though he wasn't surprised, he was pleased when he saw the bulge in Mulder's pants grow and swell- but it was a real ego trip when he heard Scully's breath hitch and she squirmed a bit.

The fact that neither were bothered by the lack of his arm was a huge turn-on for him.

"Undress her." Mulder's voice was husky, his eyes alight with deviltry.

Scully had shed her suit jacket after her second glass of whiskey, and her shirt was partially unbuttoned-- so he finished unbuttoning it with quick, expert flicks of his fingers-- soft, accidental brushes of his fingers to her exposed flesh had her sighing happily, arching closer to his touch. She wiggled out of the shirt and he eyed her bra. It clasped in the front and he grinned wickedly. Using his only arm to support his body, he leaned in and suckled one lace covered breast before moving to the other one.

She arched into his mouth, gasping, "Alex." She knelt on the bed, her head fallen back as she arched forward.

Krycek heard the smile in Mulder's voice when speaking to Scully. "Now aren't you glad we rescued him from a fate worse than death?"

Words being beyond her at the moment, Scully nodded, her hands stroking Krycek's back.

When Mulder began caressing Krycek's ass, his contented moan was muffled against Scully's breast.

Both nipples were hard and straining against their covering when Alex finally moved to use his teeth and tongue to unclasp the bra. She was whimpering before he finally succeeded in opening it, and she hastily shrugged it off, eliciting a soft chuckle from Mulder.

Krycek straightened up again and began kissing her face, finally meeting her mouth as he worked on unfastening her pants. When he began struggling with the pants, he felt Mulder's hand cover his and help undo it, so he wouldn't have to break off the kiss with the redhead. Then Mulder's hand was caressing his ass, his back, his legs, teasing him with light touches as Scully's hands caressed his chest, she pinched his nipples, her nails scratched a line across his stomach, sometimes moving to clench his hair in a tight grip, he parted from her only long enough to take a breath before he attacked her lips all over again. Once he had her slacks and panties lowered, she wriggled out of them eagerly. He broke off the kiss and urged her to lay next to her still fully clothed partner- and turned to said partner with a raised brow.

Mulder was leaning on his arm, his head resting in his palm while the other hand continued to stroke Krycek's hip. "Straddle her and then suckle her breasts again," he directed.

Moving so he sat astride her, Krycek leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth again, tonguing and sucking on it. She writhed beneath him, her little gasps telling him she liked it as her hips jerked upwards.

Meanwhile, Mulder's hand left his hip and began fingering Scully's clit.

"Oh God!" she groaned out loudly- one hand clutching at Krycek's hair while the other stroked over his back, his arm, sometimes switching hands and stroking over his stump- but never enough to bother the sensitized flesh.

She whimpered when Mulder abandoned her to raise his fingers to Krycek's mouth. "Taste her, Alex," he whispered, directly into Krycek's ear.

Krycek lifted his head, still laying atop Scully, and parted his mouth to take the proferred fingers into his mouth. He licked and sucked them, letting Mulder know what he wanted to do to other parts of him, too.

"That's a good boy." Mulder grinned. Pulling his hand free he kissed Krycek's mouth hungrily, their tongues clashing.

"Mulder!" Scully finally snarled, irritated beyond endurance.

Mulder pulled away and blinked at her innocently. "Yes?"

"If you forget about me, I'm going to kill you," she hissed, one hand on Krycek's hip, the other reaching for Mulder's closest hand.

"Never." He nodded his head in the direction of her nether-regions, not needing to tell Krycek what he wanted him to do.

Quite happily, Krycek maneuvered his way down so he could bury his tongue inside her. He elicited a scream when he used his teeth on her clit just so.

"Do you want to be inside her, Alex? That hot, sweet pussy?" Mulder was speaking directly into his ear again.

Krycek couldn't prevent a whimper from escaping his throat.

"Then do it." Mulder breathed the command into Krycek's ear, and bit the ear with the gold stud between his teeth. He grinned when Alex pulled away to kiss him.

Scully began protesting as soon as she felt the cold air touching her clit.

"Shhh-- Krycek'll make it even better for you, if you can be patient." Mulder helped Krycek get into position.

"That's it, nice and slow."

"Nooo!!" Scully protested, and thrust up, but Mulder's hands held her down.

"Uh-uh. You'll end it before you start. Krycek here is already at the edge, and we haven't even paid any attention to his cock. I don't want him to come while inside you." His soft, but firm voice penetrated the haze of her mind just barely.

She turned desperate eyes on him, but stopped trying to rush things when she saw the determined look in his eyes.

"Don't come, can you do that for me, Alex?"

The eyes Alex turned on him were even more pitiful than Scully's.

Mulder remained firm. "No."

With eyes lowered, Krycek entered her slowly. A look of pure concentration was on his face as his teeth dug into his lip practically drawing blood. His eyes flew open when Mulder caressed his ass again, and this time did draw blood as he turned his attention back to Scully. He drove into her hard and fast, praying he could hold on a little longer. Mulder had been right, they hadn't paid any attention to his cock. The only thing was, it wasn't the drug that was affecting him the most, but their tender touches that were making him feel more than he'd ever before experienced. Mulder had told him not to come and he had to prove that he was able to restrain himself -- he had to.

Meanwhile, Mulder was urging Scully on-- teasing her tits, whispering dirty things into her ear-- until finally, she cried out and her inner muscles clamped tight around Krycek's cock.

Krycek raised himself up, proud that he was still hard inside her, though his unsteady arm was causing him to shake. Mulder was beside him, murmuring praise into his ear. Simple words, but balm to his aching need.

"That's it, you did so well. Come here now, and lay down."

Breathing heavily, Scully turned to watch them-- face to face with Krycek's pained expression. With a quick glance down, she could see Mulder take Krycek's cock into his mouth.

Krycek didn't last terribly long under Mulder's ministrations and soon cried out as he came into Mulder's mouth.

Scully lay satiated next to the now like-wise Krycek. It was a shock to realize Mulder was still completely dressed after all this. "I think it's your turn to get undressed, Mulder." Her voice was cold as she spoke to him.

Two sets of eyes turned her way. Mulder's flickered away nervously, while Krycek's flashed with something she recognized as protest. She suddenly realized that there was more here than they were admitting. Her first instinct was to assume they were homophobic, but discarded that thought just as quickly as it popped up, realizing that was impossible, not with Mulder so readily sucking Krycek's cock. Which meant it had to be something else. She suddenly remembered that the two had been very relaxed and casual earlier while sharing the bed. There was no sexual tension between them, yet when Mulder's voice had turned sexual, Krycek was all for it. At first, she'd just thought he was thinking to repay Mulder's 'assistance' from before, but now she realized there was more to it.

It was now obvious that they were a couple, and from the look of things in the car, it had been going on for some time. She had wondered why Alex had suddenly stopped strangling the auctioneer when he heard Mulder's voice, and the way he had obeyed when Mulder told him not to kill the guard, and then Mulder threatening to allow it if the abuse was continued. It had seemed suspicious to her at the time, but looking at it from this light, everything now made sense. This time it was HER coming to a 'spookily' correct realization without any words needing to be spoken.

Instead of being angry, though, she was amused. She couldn't believe Alex Krycek could be jealous of her. She started giggling. "Oh my God," she choked out.

The two men glanced at each other in confusion, this was not how either man had expected her to react to whatever conclusion she had come to.

"Poor Alex," she finally snickered.

Green eyes turned to stare at her suspiciously.

Scully said to him in disbelief, "You can't really think that if I see him naked, I'll suddenly try to steal him from you? I've seen him before you know."

Nostrils flaring, Krycek glared at Mulder. "What is she talking about?" he snarled.

Shrugging, Mulder backed away a bit.

Scully went on, only the tiniest bit intimidated. "I'm the closest thing he has to a doctor. Do you really think he'd willingly allow a stranger to touch him? But, come on, Alex; do you really think that a man with genius like his would be stupid enough to look elsewhere when he's got you? I mean, hell-- if you were mine, I wouldn't be looking elsewhere." Suddenly realizing what she was saying, she flushed a deep red.

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Alex turned from her to Mulder, unappeased by her slightly drunken words; until he saw the glare Mulder shot at Scully, before it turned to an amused chuckle. The brief flash of jealousy was enough to calm his suspicions.

Besides, it was pretty amusing; a naked Scully admitting to an attraction to her partner's lover- after having had sex with said lover and then blushing like a school girl.

Scully stood up and began getting dressed- starting to talk again. "The only thing I don't understand is why you let him have sex with me, when he belongs to you?" Scully was feeling a bit more sober now, and it was evident when she realized she'd obviously been used for a personal game between the two, because her blue eyes turned icy as she turned away from Krycek and Mulder. She yanked her shirt on and began hastily rebuttoning it. "I would expect games from Krycek, I didn't expect them from you," she muttered to herself, not really directing her comment at Mulder at all.

As he watched her moving around jerkily, Krycek ignored her softly spoken accusation and instead replied, "Mulder would do almost anything to make you happy and when he realized you wanted me, he saw the perfect opportunity to please you."

"Gee, thanks. And it's not even my birthday. What about you, what did you get out of it?" her tone was sarcastic as she pulled her pants on.

Krycek smirked at her. "You're beautiful and you wanted me. You think it wasn't mutual?"

Scully was pulling a shoe on, balanced on one foot; but at his response, she paused to stare at him. Seconds later, she lost her balance and fell on her rear. "Ow," she murmured, distracted- her eyes still fixed on his. "Thanks- I think." Still sitting on the floor, she finished putting her shoes on.

As he watched her getting dressed, Krycek knew she planned to leave them. And though he felt no particular love for her, he felt guilty for having used her. Besides, it wasn't as if she wasn't correct when he said Mulder wouldn't leave him for her, and he knew it. Finally coming to a decision, he spoke up. "Um... you can stay, you know-- if you want." He sounded hesitant and Scully glanced up to see Mulder wrap his arms around his lover's waist and kiss his neck.

Scully knew she wanted to see these two making love, but she didn't dare look too eager. It was obvious they were both jealous of outward attention that could be construed as interest, regardless of the fact that Mulder had instigated the little game in the first place. Typical Mulder logic, it made no sense to anyone but himself and evidently his chosen mate. So she merely shrugged, and settled herself onto the bed next to their bed.

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Mulder moved to sit next to the man sprawled comfortably on the mattress. He grabbed Krycek's hand and raised it to the head-board above him. "Don't move this," he whispered, and lowered his head to passionately kiss the other man.

Krycek gripped one of the spokes tightly and returned the kiss before pulling away and protesting, "I want to take care of you this time."

With a grin, Mulder shook his head. "I paid a lot of money for you, slave. You belong to me now, and you do only what I tell you to do. Besides, you'll be taking very GOOD care of me, have no doubt."

Dark green eyes widened at the older man's words and his cock twitched. They were going to play master/slave? //Scully's going to beg to watch every night now.// "Yes master, I'm sorry," he apologized, lowering his eyelashes so he could peek up at Mulder.

Alex waited anxiously for his lover to undress, startled to realize he was already becoming hard again. //What the hell did they give me?// He whimpered when Mulder turned away from him to grin wolfishly at Scully. The woman watched with wide fascinated eyes, which was fine, but he wanted Mulder's eyes on him, not her.

As Mulder removed his pants, he turned back to Alex and knelt on the bed, a contemplative gleam in his hazel eyes.

Krycek squirmed under Mulder's gaze, gasping with pleasure when the man finally touched him, running a hand down his thigh.

While leaning on the bed, Mulder caressed Krycek's hip. "What do you want, slave? Do you want me to touch you like this?"

"Yesss, please Mulder," he whispered, yelping when he felt a sharp slap. "Master," he corrected himself hastily, but the touch was removed and he closed his eyes, knowing what he had to do to gain forgiveness. "Please Master, I'm sorry. Touch me, please, I need you so badly." Opening his eyes, Alex saw his lover hovering above him. When Mulder reached out to caress his cheek, he turned his head so he could kiss his palm. "Please?" he whispered again, letting his eyes beg for him.

He sighed in relief when Mulder smiled and leaned in to kiss his mouth, opening his own immediately, licking at Mulder's lips until they opened for him. He kissed Mulder with the desperation of a starving man finally offered food. He thrust his hips in the air when Mulder's hand lowered to Krycek's chest pinching and scratching at his nipples.

Finally breaking the kiss, Mulder licked a trail to Krycek's neck. Alex groaned in pleasure, loving the sensation of being marked as Mulder's. The blood rushed to his head and the flesh at his neck throbbed as blood vessels broke while Mulder continued sucking on him. After an eternity, Mulder finally moved on, licking and biting on his nipples. Alex could hardly breathe, panting for air as Mulder continue his journey, waiting with anticipation for the man to take his cock into his mouth. His hand clenched at the bedpost, desperately wanting to touch, but not daring. "Mmmm... yes, please...more..." he couldn't put a sentence together, the sensations too intense-- he wouldn't last long like this, and whimpered pitifully when Mulder gripped his cock at the base, preventing him from coming.

"You're going to wait for me, Krycek. That's what you want, right?"

"Yes, Mulder," he groaned, spreading his legs wider apart wanting Mulder on any terms.

Mulder grinned. "Good boy." He moved to straddle Krycek's waist.

Alex lifted his head and looked down to see Mulder's hard and leaking cock bumping against his belly and licked his lips, the smell of the man more arousing than anything else he could, at the moment, remember.

"What do you want, Alex?" the man's monotonous voice rang in his ears.

"Please, let me taste you," Alex pleaded, straining his neck, trying to reach his goal.

Mulder placed a hand behind the other man's neck and pushed his cock into the open mouth. Practically purring with contentment, Krycek began tonguing and sucking on his lover's cock.

Too soon, Mulder pulled away and Krycek groaned, "Mulder, please fuck me. I need you in me so badly."

Mulder's smile was predatory as he murmured, "Let go of the bed frame and turn over."

Krycek couldn't obey fast enough, scrambling to twist over with his ass in the air, letting his head rest on his bent arm. He felt Mulder's hands on him, positioning him and finally, after an eternity, the man's cock made it's way into his ass.

There would be no more teasing or play now as Mulder rammed into him, pulling almost all the way out and pushing in again. He reached around, taking Krycek's cock in hand and jerked him in time with his thrusts. Krycek came first, shuddering and whimpering as the spasms shook his body, his balls empty hours ago. Moments later, Mulder collapsed on his back with a loud groan.

It seemed an eternity before Mulder lifted himself from Krycek's body and grabbed a towel to clean Krycek and himself as best he could before laying down again, pulling Krycek close.

Alex began kissing his face, eventually latching onto Mulder's mouth with leashed ferocity. Finally releasing Mulder, he turned to see Scully staring at them, her eyes still wide as she squirmed uncomfortable, panting softly. He chuckled, pleased with her response... she was a passionate woman when she was tipsy. "You liked, huh?" he teased, patting the bed.

Mulder watched silently while Scully stared at Alex uncertainly. She finally obeyed, sitting where he dictated. Krycek ran a hand along her leg, watching her shiver. She gasped when his hand crept beneath her skirt, but she didn't shove him away.

"Oh yeah, you liked that a lot. Take your skirt off, Scully," he ordered, his voice hypnotic as his fingers continued their journey between her legs.

Scully pulled away reluctantly, and hastily removed her skirt.

Krycek turned to Mulder. "Now it's your turn. I won't allow you to fuck her, but you can taste her--" he pressed his fingers against Mulder's lips and smiled when the mouth opened and sucked the digits inside, licking them clean.

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Somewhere in her alcohol fogged mind, Scully realized she was being used again; but it made no sense to protest before she stopped enjoying herself.

She allowed Alex to position her onto her back, a pillow placed beneath her hips. With her body naked and exposed to their eyes, she shivered with anticipation.

The bed creaked and suddenly Mulder hovered above her.

Alex reached over to fondle her breast, squeezing and pinching the nipples into hard peaks while she moaned and gasped her appreciation.

"Go on, Mulder," he encouraged.

Quick as a snake, Mulder's head dipped and she felt a hot tongue probing her depths.

She was panting while the two men manipulated her body again. She arched into Krycek's palm and widened her legs even further for Mulder. She appreciated Mulder's skill even more when he used his teeth properly and she screamed in pleasure. The orgasm seemed to last hours and her voice was hoarse before she came back to herself again.

Her breathing came in short little gasps as she attempted to recover her composure.

Scully pulled herself away from the two men and noticed the expression of smug satisfaction on Krycek's face, while Mulder looked away, hazel eyes betraying his nervousness.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed a robe on her way to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower."

She was beginning to get a headache and refused to deal with these two clowns until she was sober.

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The next morning, Alex awoke in the bed next to his lover. Sitting up, he saw Scully asleep in the other bed.

Returning from his shower, he found Mulder awake and waiting for him. "How are you feeling?" Mulder's hazel gaze was filled with concern.

With a sigh, Krycek collapse onto the bed. "Drained, I'm not going to be able to get it up again for a year, I swear."

Mulder kissed him lightly on the lips and stood up. He headed for the bathroom and threw over his shoulder, "I'll believe THAT when I see it."

When the door clicked shut, Alex leaned over to grab the pants from the floor. While he struggled into the borrowed trousers, Scully began to stir.

The red-haired agent sat up, her bloodshot eyes slowly studying the room in confusion.

Krycek grinned and plopped down next to her, shaking the bed. "Morning, Dana."

Scully clutched at her head and groaned, "Don't shout."

"Sorry," he apologized without contrition. "Did you sleep well?" Seeing her disheveled was a treat in itself, but considering the amount of alcohol she'd consumed the night before, he figured she should have one hell of a hangover.

"Until I woke up," she complained. Taking in the man on her bed, she glanced around again, more confused than before. "What are you doing in my room?"

Krycek's green eyes brightened with deviltry. "I'm hurt. Don't you remember what we did last night? You WANTED me here." He tenderly traced a finger down her cheek.

"What are you talking about? Get away from me." She slapped away his hand.

"What do you think?" He let his hand fall to her leg and began a gentle rubbing motion. //Could the fates be so kind as to bless us with a forgetful Scully?//

Blue eyes widened with realization and after jerking away from his touch, Scully quickly pulled a blanket over her leg. "No, no, no," she tightly shut her eyes and sank back against her pillows with a pitiful moan.

A few seconds later she opened her eyes and stared at him in irritation. "I admit to not remembering much of last night, but I do remember being in the car with you two, and I know you're lying. For one thing, I wouldn't be interested in you no matter how drunk I am, and for another, Mulder would kill me were I to even try to flirt with you." Relief was evident in her tone.

Alex pouted at her, but eventually grinned and agreed with her, "Yes, he would. But, I don't believe you're not interested in me. You'd be all over me if Mulder gave you the go ahead."

Scully glared daggers at him, as he stood up. "Wrong. Like I said, I feel no attraction to you. At. All. Now get away from me, you're too close... scat," she denied with as much dignity as she could muster, obviously wondering how much she'd drank the night before.

Obviously not believing her, Alex laughed and headed for the bathroom.

Mulder opened the door while brushing his teeth, and Krycek crowded into the small room with him.

"She doesn't remember last night. Seems practical for us to keep it that way, doesn't it?"

Mulder rinsed his mouth and agreed, "Definitely. Now that she's sober, I doubt she'll be as forgiving as she was last night. I rather like having her for a partner, and I tend to think she may request a transfer, if she were to remember," he admitted his concern.

"Yeah, I agree. From a comment she said about your possessiveness of me, I think she's already accepted our... relationship. I'd hate to have to break in a whole new partner." Krycek grinned at him, unrepentantly.

With a short nod, Mulder returned his attention to the mirror, "I just hope Scully is going to be as okay with this new development today as she was yesterday," he muttered softly.

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Scully waited impatiently for them to exit the bathroom. Alex chuckled as she shoved past him. She was evidently not her best after a binge with whiskey.

While she took care of herself in the shower, Mulder and Krycek talked about their next step.

"Marita is going to have my place under observation, I'm sure. We're going to have to give her a reason to rescue you and bring you back into the fold."

"She won't rescue me until she decides I've learned my lesson," Alex growled irritably.

Mulder nodded his agreement. "We'll go to the Lone Gunmen before we go to the apartment. Maybe some bondage to start with. They should be able to get some stuff together. I think a band for your wrist and some sort of earring that would give you a strong electric shock if you attempt to escape should be creative enough."

"An earring?" Alex repeated. "Why not just use a collar and be done with it?" Mulder grinned. "Because I like sucking on your neck, a collar would get in my way."

"Ahh, of course. How could I forget?"

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Alex entered his new home, a frown on his face. "This is completely inethical. You can't expect to actually KEEP me."

"Why not? I paid for you, I own you. I can keep you if I want. You should be grateful I haven't just arrested you."

"You're a federal agent, this is illegal. I should have killed the auctioneer when I had the chance," Alex grumbled the last to himself, but Mulder heard him.

Mulder turned to him. "Good of you to remind me. You have to be punished for that little trick. I'm going to break you of these violent tendencies."

Green eyes nervously turned his way. "What do you mean, punish?"

"Just what I said. Don't worry, Alex. It won't be too severe, I plan to punish you for the violence. You did release him when you heard my voice, and for that you'll be reward," Mulder assured him, while he unfastened his belt. "Take off your clothes and get on your knees."

"You've got to be kidding, right? You can't do this." Alex backed away, toward the door. He grabbed for the door, and gasped in pain at the shock that went through his body. He jerked his wrist away from it. The leather band around his only wrist sparked with electricity the moment it got close to the door.

Mulder approached him slowly. "What did you think the wrist band was for, Alex? All the exits are guarded with the electrical current, I had the Lone Gunmen set it up before we got here. This is you new home so get used to it," The voice was comforting, but the hazel eyes held satisfaction in their depths. He smacked Krycek's ass with his palm. "Strip. I want to see all those lovely marks I put on your body last night."

Alex reluctantly did as he was bid, standing still as Mulder ran a possessive hand over the hickeys spread out over his body, and he shivered with suppressed desire as his body was caressed. The act they were putting on wouldn't be easy, especially when he couldn't prevent his body from reacting to the man's touch.

"Lean against the couch," Mulder directed, and with a face burning bright red, Krycek knelt against the couch, his chest pressed into the leather cushion, his head turned so he could watch Mulder.

"Perfect," Mulder breathed, running his hand reverently over the pretty ass before snapping the belt once in the air. "Fifteen should be sufficient, you think?"

Krycek couldn't prevent the squeak of dismay, "Fifteen?"

"You're right, you're tougher than that. Twenty-five." Mulder smiled nastily.

Alex wisely stayed quiet this time, though his eyes were flashing daggers at Mulder.

Mulder stood back, the belt poised to strike. Moments later, the leather connected with bare flesh.

Alex clenched his teeth, determined not to cry out. The first few times were nothing to him, but as it continued, a small whimper escaped through his lips. The humiliation of showing weakness was even worse then the actual punishment, and he groaned softly. In an effort to ignore the embarassing state of arousal he began to feel, he concentrated on counting the actual strokes in his mind instead, relieved Mulder didn't demand he count them aloud. When Mulder stopped and stepped to his side, the tears were stinging his eyes and blurring his vision.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Mulder pet his hair softly.

Pushing himself away from the couch, and Mulder's gentle hand, Krycek chose not to respond. Angrily he wiped the moisture from his face.

Mulder sat on the couch and pat his lap, indicating Alex should join him.

Alex glared at him, but obediantly rose to sit on the edge of the couch between Mulder's legs. He winced, his ass on fire, but leaned back to give Mulder as blank a look as he could manage. Difficult when his hard-on jutted up against his belly, making his desire obvious to his tormentor.

"Violence doesn't solve anything, now does it?" Mulder asked, cajolingly.

//You should talk// Alex thought, but shook his head.

Mulder would have none of his silence. "Does it?" He smacked a red hot butt cheek with his palm.

Alex gasped, "No."

"Good boy. NOw, I told you I'd reward you for responding to my voice, didn't I?"

Krycek peeked up at him through half closed lashes, suspicious green gleaming from between them. "Yes."

Mulder placed a finger under Krycek's chin and turned his face so he could kiss him, his tongue pushing its way in to clash with Alex's. Unwillingly, Alex found himself responding to the kiss and returning it. Mulder's hand went down to grip Krycek's cock and stroked it encouragingly. With his mouth still molded to Mulder's, Alex came hard, his seed spilling over the hand that pumped him to completion.

Mulder raised his hand to his own mouth, and licked it clean as Alex watched. Then he kissed him again.

Alex could feel Mulder's erection pressing into his sore ass, but the man said nothing about it. "My reward is to get off, when you don't?" he asked when the kiss ended.

A small smile graced Mulder's lips as he indicated they should get up. He silently led them to the bedroom and gently shoved Alex onto the mattress.

Alex lay quietly, enjoying the cool sheets against the heat of his sore ass. He didn't move when Mulder left the room. He watched through slitted eyes as Mulder returned to him, holding a cloth and bottle of aloe. He allowed the man to wash the stickiness from him, and turn his body over. Face down on the mattress, he felt slick hands run over his rear, massaging the healing lotion into each cheek carefully. He sighed his pleasure, enjoying the attention.

When Mulder pushed a slick finger into his ass, he was too relaxed to notice. Another finger joined the first and he moaned, spreading his legs apart. His cock was getting hard and he squirmed against the mattress. Mulder pulled him into a kneeling position, and he was only too willing to obey. The man entered him with a groan and began to move inside him. The sting against his ass didn't matter, in fact it only made it better, increasing the sensations of pleasure. When Mulder reached around and took hold of his cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, he could only whimper, drowning in blissful contentment. Unsurprisingly, his lover came before he did, but kept working him until he cried out with his second orgasm.

Mulder collapsed on his side and pulled Alex into his arms before falling asleep. Krycek wondered how Mulder could have turned the tables so quickly. They hadn't discussed what would happen to much length, but he thought it was pretty well decided that he wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, they were supposed to be convincing Marita that he was suffering. He should have known Mulder wouldn't be able to keep up the act. Until he realized that this was entirely the point. The more he enjoyed it without his will, the worse it was on his pride. The exact emotion Marita wanted abused. With this thought, he fell asleep.

The next morning, Alex awoke first and carefully untangled himself, glaring at Mulder the entire time. He stood up and headed for the window, but the minute he got within a few inches of it, he felt the shock. He growled softly and headed for the bathroom. The Lone Gunman had done a good job, booby trapping the apartment so he couldn't escape. Maybe too well of a job.

Alex returned to see Mulder awake and watching his approach. He glanced down and noticed the man's morning erection and stopped in his tracks. "You just fucked me last night, you can't expect to have me again, not so soon," he protested.

"I didn't hear any complaints last night." Mulder grinned. Then he added, "A simple definition for sex slave, Alex, is that you give your master sex any time of the day or night, as many times as your master wishes." He pat the bed.

"My ass is sore," Alex complained, approaching slowly.

"As it should be, now get over here."

Finally Alex knelt on the bed, avoiding any pressure on his ass.

"I hardly hurt you that badly," Mulder stated with exasperation and pulled Krycek down by the neck, pushing his erection into the partially open mouth. He sighed with pleasure when Alex began a light suction.

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A week later, Krycek sat on the couch, bored sick. Mulder had gone off on some case out of town. He watched television without any interest when he heard the front door click open. He grabbed his gun, almost grateful for the change in routine.

It was Marita. She strolled into the room, glancing around with humor. "So you've cleaned up the place. How very domestic of you."

Hoping he sounded convincing, Alex growled, "What do you want, Marita?"

"Is that any way to talk to your savior? Though perhaps you'd prefer to remain here as Mulder's sex slave? It appears he insatiable, and now that I think of it, you weren't exactly fighting him off now, were you?" Marita recalled.

"NO, I want out. Please Marita, I promise to be good." He wondered if she'd believe him.

Apparently she did, as she nodded to the two men standing with her. "Remove the wrist band."

He put out his wrist, and sighed in relief as the device was broken apart. He flexed it, wishing he could rub some comfort into it.

Without any more fanfare, she led the way out, and he followed her. He glanced back at the apartment, wishing for not the first time that things could be different. But maybe someday, in the future...

The End