Title: And Then There Were Three Authors: Shannon Kizzia and Satina Website: www.angelfire.com/scifi/xtasy Rating: 17+ Category: SR, (H if you're easily amused.) Keywords: MSR, S/K UST, M/K UST (Yes, Satina finally lured me over to the other side!! LOL!) Spoilers: Nothing but little allusions. We think it's safe. Summary: Put Mulder and Scully in a dungeon. Add Krycek. Sprinkle liberally with repressed UST. Get back. Note: Krycek has two arms. He really needed to have both, so I gave one back. Timeline-wise, this is probably mid-to-late season six. And because Satina loves Two Fathers/One Son, we'll stick with that era. Assume Mulder and Scully have been goin' at it for a couple years. They're old pros. Also assume that this puppy is gonna turn into a series. But this is not a WIP! This first story can stand on its own. Other note set directly below previous note for aesthetic purposes: It goes like so: Mulder POV -- Shannon, Krycek POV -- Satina, Scully POV -- back to Shannon, Mulder POV -- back to Satina, but the cigarette line was mine! Unless you didn't like it and then blame Satina for listening to a lunatic like me and putting it in. Feedback: Um, geez, let me think. SHYEAH!! It's our raison d'etre. Not to be confused with Raisinettes, which are damn fine, too. Disclaimer: I babbled way too much above already. They ain't ours! On to the smut! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Gravity has no place here. Where I am. Where my body feels like steam, scalding and weightless. I'm existing in pre-time. Less than conscious. More than my body with its nerves and muscles and aches. I am rotating on some invisible axis, unconcerned with how I got here, got into this vacuum, got out of myself. Until she speaks. And her soft voice pushes pins into my skull. She scrapes against me and I feel myself groan back into my body. I hurt. "Mulder?" Even as my name coming from her throat sends pain through my head, it settles like ice against my warm wounds and keeps my heart from beating out of my chest with fear. I try to say her name. I really do. But my lungs protest the breath I breathe in to produce the sound. I have a coughing fit and realize I'm thirsty as hell. I realize I'm curled on my right side on something very hard and very cold. And I can't see shit. Her hands are on me now, on my upper arms. She's in front of me. She seems bigger now than she usually does, though I can only feel her there, breathing heavily, not see her. I try that speaking thing again, this time being careful not to inhale sharply but evenly and slowly through dry lips and around my parched tongue. "Scuh...Sc....." I swallow against the desert in my mouth. "Scully, are my eyes open?" I feel her graceful fingers lift from my arms and then feel them touch down light as can be on my face. I wince as she brushes over my cheekbone, over what must be a bruise. "Sorry, Mulder," she murmurs and continues to stroke up to my eyes. Her thumbs frame them, leaving her prints on my crow's feet and I feel my lashes flit against her as her fingers span out gently to my temples and ears and hair. "Am I blind, Scully?" "I can't see either, Mulder. I'm hoping it's just really dark." I feel her settle onto her bottom, hear her boots scuff the ground. Her hands rake carefully through my hair. "Where are you hurt, Mulder?" She's leaned down so that her voice caresses my neck, so that her breath can warm my skin. "Uh, my head hurts...but not that bad," I answer, realizing as I say it that it's true. My muscles are sore, but I'm not dying and this is not hell because Scully's here. "Scully, are you all right?" Her hands, those of both my doctor and my lover, continue to search me for critical wounds as she speaks. "I think so. My head hurts a little. And I think my arms are scratched. I must have put up a good fight." I hear her small sound of ironic amusement. "So you don't remember, either?" I ask then wince as she finds a tiny sore spot under my bottom rib. "A little here and there," she says running her hands down my thighs, over my jeans. I feel my cock stir to a burgeoning erection despite our dubious circumstance. "I remember dropping the files when I heard their boots in the hall. I remember taking the safety off my gun...and you yelling my name." Her fingers stroke lovingly over my forehead. "And then...I think somebody hit me from behind. But I wasn't knocked out. It gets fuzzy. I'm wondering if we were drugged, Mulder." "How long have you been conscious?" I ask. There's no time for an answer because a door flies open on the opposite side of the little room and painful, near-white light floods onto us. Scully turns her head sharply to look and her red hair flings around her slender neck. I shield my eyes with my hand and squint into the rectangle of illumination. There is yelling in Russian and then a dark body is shoved violently into our small space, landing with a resounding thunk against the wall about four feet to our left. As quickly as we were given light, it is taken away as the door slams viciously closed. "And then there were three," I joke dryly, coughing anew. "Hello?" Scully asks the slumped form across the room. "Are you conscious? Can you hear me?" I hold her arm, certain she's one breath away from crawling over to tend to the stranger's injuries and not wanting her to risk it. The pile moans and I hear the shift of its clothing as it tries to sit up. It moans again, but louder this time, and then stills. "My name is Special Agent Dana Scully. I'm with the FBI. Can you hear me? Are you hurt?" I think this might be a good time to keep some secrets. We don't know who this poor fucker is after all. I can't find my voice to warn her off, so I pinch her on the back of the hand instead. I hear her head turn toward me sharply and she mutters, aggravated, "Ow, dammit." And yeah, I know I'm sick, but it arouses me. Both of us jerk at the sound of his voice. "Aw, fuck. Fuck!! Tell me it's not true. Tell me I'm not fucking locked in this hole with you two." He then groans again and curses beneath his labored breath. Goddamn sonofabitch. Alex Krycek. "How the fuck did you get here, Krycek?" I spit. "Same way you did, I'm guessing, Mulder. Looking for the right evidence at the wrong time. Shit!" I think he just found another injury. He hisses in his breath and holds it, finally letting it gush out hotly through pursed lips. I can sense the grimace on his pretty-boy face. I want to smack it right off. "Are you bleeding, Krycek?" Scully sounds like she's asking because she's obligated by her Hippocratic oath. "What the fuck do you care?" He really sounds like he's in pain. "Are you or not, asshole?" I push. He takes a moment to let it pass. "Yeah," he finally admits. I feel Scully pull away from me. "Don't." "I have to, Mulder," she whispers. Then to him: "Krycek, I'm just going to take a look at you, okay?" He coughs out a laugh. "A look. You're funny." Scully's small, warm body leaves my side and she crawls over to Krycek on her hands and knees. At least, I think she does. I make the supreme effort to sit upright -- (I want to be ready to launch myself at Krycek if he tries anything with her.) -- and I actually succeed although I almost pass out from the nausea in the process. Whatever they shot us up with is making me woozy. I need water. Bad. "You touch her and I'll kill you, Krycek," I warn pathetically. I'm just glad he can't see what a fucking joke that threat is. I mean I *would* try to eviscerate him if he hurt Scully, but odds are I might only succeed on vomiting all over his shoes. "Mulder. Turn off the testosterone. I can't even fucking sit up." Yeah. I can sympathize. It's quiet except for clothing rustling and a few choice grunts from our house guest. I start to feel a kind of panic settle over me. Scully's over there and I can't see her. I can't see what's going on. "What's going on?" I ask urgently. "Scared I'm gonna make a move on your girlfriend?" he rumbles, no doubt leering through his pain. "You little prick..." I start, but Scully interrupts me. "Shut up and give me your arm." Well, at least she didn't tell *me* to shut up. I feel a stupid flash of masculine and puerile triumph. He doesn't know Scully and I are fucking, but now I find I really, really want him to. I'd tell him except I'm sure Scully would have my ass. "Ahhh!!!" Krycek yells. "Fucking bitch!" "Do you want me to fix this or not?" "Yeah...yeah...." he pants. "Wasn't...calling you a bitch...Scully. Just...hurts...." "I'm sure it does. They nearly took your arm off right below the elbow. Stay here." "Yeah. Sure," he agrees blandly. I feel and hear Scully crawl back over to me. "Take off your shirt, Mulder." Krycek pipes up again at that. "I knew seeing me bleeding got you two horny." Scully and I shout in unison: "Shut up." Okay, so I *am* a little bit aroused. I always go kinda horndog when Scully touches me, and her asking me...telling me to take my shirt off isn't helping. The only reason I'm not fully, ready-to-screw-at-100-miles-per-hour erect is this nagging sick feeling. And even that is going away. Knowing that rat fuck is there and pissed and beat up doesn't diminish a damned thing. It puts a little, mean smile on my face actually. Scully helps me and we get my black T-shirt over my head with relative ease. Now I'm just in my black jeans and boots and feeling strangely warm. She crawls back over to Krycek. "We need to get this wrapped. Dammit, I wish I could see," she says. "Got...a flashlight...in my back pocket," Krycek informs her. I let out a totally involuntary, yeah-right chuff. I can feel Scully roll her eyes then she says, "Seriously?" "Uh, yeah, seriously, goddammit." Pissy, pissy. After several seconds of more frustratingly ambiguous rustling and a few sparse instructions from Scully -- "Shift left. More. Watch the arm." -- a small, pearl-tinted light suffuses the tiny space. Scully sets the flashlight, beam up, on the floor. Krycek looks like crap. His left eye is black and there is blood running down his face and neck. His arm is...not pretty. Scully looks pretty much fine. There's a nice, purple splotch on her face and there are indeed scratches on her arms, but they are superficial. Scully turns to look at me and at first her face shows concern and detachment. Her gaze takes in my face and neck then descends down my body with calculated ease, noting my physical well-being. I see that Dr. Scully face and it doesn't matter that she's not ogling me; I still want her. Scully is looking my body over...*all* over, and I fucking want her. I thought that feeling, that male, base reaction would go away. But it's been years and even now that she and I are having ourselves some sex, she can puddle me with a look. She gets to the soles of my boots and seems satisfactorily assured that I am uninjured. I see the wound-check click off. And then...then her eyes travel back up. Her eyes go hot-indigo as she roves up my legs, taking in my thighs with that beautiful, subtle, want-you look that she gets, that I've learned to translate. I've learned to read that change in her eyes, learned to pay the utmost attention to the way in which her lips part. Her fabulous baby blues travel wetly up my stomach and chest. Next will be the lips. Scully loves my lips. Then her eyes meet mine and we share it: And her answer to me: Then that amused but self-satisfied glint that surely says, I smile. She eyebrows. Scully and I can share so much with our eyes. Our partnership prepared us well for being lovers. "Could we get going here, please, before I bleed out?" Krycek huffs. Scully turns to him and begins twining my shirt tightly around his arm. He cries out in anguish and I almost feel bad for him. Scully's not being particularly tender, but she's not trying to hurt him or anything. She's getting the job done. When she's finished, she ties it off sharply and Krycek doubles over to the floor again in a silent scream. She turns to me. "We have to get out of here. That's going to get infected." "Well, there's always the door," I deadpan. Scully gets her feet under her and stands slowly, unfolding painfully to full height. She begins walking the perimeter of the room in the meager light, running her hands along the walls. I take my first scan of our dungeon as I follow her with my eyes. I decide I'm probably able to stand without incident and I don't want to make Scully do all the work, so I carefully get to my feet, swaying slightly and grabbing for the wall, but maintaining my balance. I limp over to her side. My ankle is twisted. Nothing too bad. "Go sit down, Mulder," she says without looking at me, scanning the wall above her head with an open, curious expression. "I'm okay, Scully. You'll need help." She thinks about it for a minute and then nods. "What are we going to do about him?" The light in the room quakes and wobbles and then the beam is being directed at us with Krycek now holding it. "I'm right here, people. If you're discussing my fate, mind clueing me in?" Scully continues as though he never spoke. "He's going to need our help to get out of here. I'm not even sure he can walk." In answer, Krycek scrambles surprisingly gracefully to his feet, arm cradled into his side and flashlight never leaving its target. Scully gets her surprised look in check. I'm quite sure I look a bit unsettled by how easily he did that while it still probably caused him a lot of pain. Okay, so maybe Krycek has balls. I can accept that. And he's a liar. Can't even sit up, my ass. But I knew that. I deal with our new reality quickly and efficiently. He's not hurt as bad as we'd thought. If he can now help us find a way out, that's probably a good thing. If he can catch us off guard and fuck us over...well, I don't want to even consider that right now. He quirks the beam of light up into his bruised face and tilts a smug smile. Scully and I are left in darkness. "What was that about needing your help?" "Okay. Fine," Scully states pragmatically. "We can all stand. Great. That doesn't make getting out of here any easier." She's right, of course. There doesn't seem to be a way out. The door has no handle on this side and is made entirely of heavy stone. The only windows are set high in the wall and are just small slits, showing nothing but the blackest, starless, moonless night. Even Tooms would have trouble with them. The floor is concrete, ungiving and cruel. We have no furniture, no nothing, except for a bowl of water in the corner so that we can no doubt lap at it like dogs when we get thirsty. Speaking of thirsty. We all seem to catch sight of the bowl at the same time. "I suppose we should go easy on it in case it's all we get," Scully says. Krycek grunts his agreement and I nod. Scully goes and gets the bowl, careful not to spill, and we all congregate against the far wall, slumping down, Scully and me, and Krycek a couple feet away looking enigmatic. Scully offers the first sip to me and I try not to take too much. The water's not cold, but it slides down my throat like heaven. At least it's clean. I lick a stray drop off my chin as I finish and Scully then takes the bowl and offers it to Krycek who looks shocked, but he takes it and drinks and hands it silently back. Scully sips, and she looks like she does when she's taking a dainty drought of her Diet Coke at her desk at the office. It's comforting that Scully is Scully no matter where she goes. I notice Krycek eyeing her lips as she drinks, his intense gaze zeroing in on her soft, plump, pink bottom lip. The muscle jumps in my jaw and I feel my blood start to boil in territorial revolt. I shake the possessive thoughts from my still-foggy brain as we start to discuss our options. We talk shop for a couple hours and come to the conclusion that if and when a guard or guards ever come back we need to rush them and be prepared to dog-fight our way out of this. We're not left much choice. There's always the issue, the one nobody wants to voice, that they could be planning on leaving us here to rot. It seems unlikely however. They probably think we have information on them or on the people they're trying to keep their files away from, the ones not affiliated with us. We're considered of some value or we would have been offed by now. Some time was spent picking each others' brains about how we all knew to be at Lake Baikal. Krycek was, as ever, seemingly open about his mission, reiterating that we are all working on a parallel course toward the same destination: kill the colonization project; expose the Syndicate. "I was told, by the same woman who is working as your informant, Mulder, that there was a secret military operation being conducted out of these woods. That this area is protected as a national forest, but in reality that blanket of protection is provided to facilitate a program that was instituted before any of us was even born." As always, I'm drawn in by the intensity of his passion as he talks about the project. I wish I could believe him. Believe that we're working toward the same goal. Scully wears an appropriately skeptical yet interested expression as he whispers on. "It's the perfect cover for what they want to accomplish." "And what is that?" Scully interjects. "Oh, you know that answer, Agent Scully." He waits for an objection from either of us and it doesn't come. "The continued effort to create a viable hybrid. One that is unstoppable. It's happening, Agents. It's happening right here, in the side of this mountain. And we could expose them." "We?" I ask petulantly. "Mulder, when will you get it, man? This isn't going to happen until we agree to fight them together. They'll win every goddamn time until then." I look into his eyes, dark with determination, and I want to trust him. I can feel a pull toward him and my response to it is the same as it's ever been: I get angry. I want to strike out at him. I want to hit him until I'm exhausted with it. He must see my anger in my eyes because his go hard and his jaw clenches. "You know, fuck you," he says. "Fuck the both of you. I don't know why I bother. You wanna know why I'm here? Huh?" I sit dumbly, unprepared for this from him. I feel like I've been run over by a truck. *He's* pissed? What fucking right does he have? He goes on. "I came here to save your asses! Your informant told me where you'd gone and I knew...I fucking KNEW you were going off half-cocked with maybe one tenth of the information and that you were dragging Scully out here with you because she always goes, you ass, and I came here to bring you back alive! And now look! I'm stuck here in this shithole looking at you both, and it's disgusting!" I can't believe what I'm hearing. "Just open her legs and shove your fucking cock in her, Mulder. Don't fucking mind me. I'll turn my back. I'll disappear. I won't fucking watch. I'm so sick of watching anyway. All I wanted was to help you two and all you can do is do your little dance together and shove me away. See if I give a shit anymore." His whole tirade has left me more than a little confused, but it's also gotten me hard. I don't want to examine it too closely but something about my nemesis cajoling me into fucking my partner is extraordinarily hot. <...shove your fucking cock in her, Mulder.> Doesn't like to watch? Yeah, that's rich. I watch him scoot farther away from us, almost against the far wall, but not out of the pool of light. Is Rat Boy afraid of the dark? I'll just bet that missile silo put the fear into him. There's something exciting about the three of us being trapped here. About finding out that Alex Krycek cares enough about Scully and me in one way or another to get *that* pissed about having to spend time in our presence. I decide I've got nothing better to do than to fuck with him. He huddles in his corner, head buried in his uninjured arm, totally disengaged from me. I feel the anger flare up in me and my dick goes metal-hard. I scoot behind Scully and she stiffens slightly at my proximity. I kneel behind her and spread my knees so they frame her hips. She's on her knees, too. I wrap my arms around her from behind, pulling her back into me and she turns her head to try to see me. "Relax," I breathe into her ear and she shivers. Relax? What a hypocrite I am. There's no fucking way. But I don't want Scully to be afraid. I just want to touch her. Just want to stroke my hands over her luscious body and feel her wilt under me. And I want him to watch. I slip my hands up and I begin to unbutton her tan shirt, exposing her white tank as I go. Scully is holding her breath and I "accidentally" (I'm such a fucker sometimes.) brush my knuckles over her nipples as I undress her. Oh, she's good. No sound. No reaction. Just this blush that's blooming rapidly over the flesh of her neck and chest. Her eyes are closed. She lets her breath out slowly through her nose as I finish with her blouse and open it in front, pulling it back off her shoulders, sliding it down her passive arms, and tossing it to the side. Shit, she's gorgeous. Blushing and gently heaving, nipples tight and erect. I brush the hair away from her neck and place a loving, biting kiss on her sweet skin. She doesn't tilt her head. Doesn't make it easier for me. She isn't encouraging, but she isn't stopping me. Thank fucking God she isn't stopping me. I splay my fingers across her tummy through her shirt and suck on the tendon in her neck. I want her to think I'm just going to touch her for a minute. I leave my lips against her and lift my eyes, seeking out the dark figure across the room. Mother fucker's still not looking. I want him to see how I'm touching her. My cock is throbbing here! I want his to throb, too. I want to see him in pain from how hot he is. I want him to see what she'll let me do to her. I remove my lips from Scully's skin and stare hard at the prone body a few feet away. Without taking my eyes from him, I skim my hands up Scully's ribs, over her sides. And I barely circle my middle fingers against her tits. Scully's gasp fills the room like a shout. And a pair of perfectly lashed green eyes open. He looks at my fingers playing with Scully's nipples through her shirt and then his eyes fly to mine. I keep touching Scully, who is now groaning quietly, and let the corners of my mouth turn up in the tiniest, most devilish smile I can manage. ...................................................... What the FUCK??? He's got his hands on her nipples for chrissakes! Holy shit! And she's letting him do this! The pain in my arm is nearly forgotten as I feel an ache pulse through my groin. I'm instantly like a fucking rock under my jeans, and cursing the fact that they're so damned tight. You sick, sadistic bastard, Mulder. I never took you for such a twisted little fuck. I realize I'm sitting here staring at them with my mouth open, and I close it slowly, narrowing my gaze to look him straight in the eyes. You think this is gonna break me, fucker? I haven't had a show this good since...well, I don't like to think how long it's been. But I plan to make the most of it. I always knew these two were hot for each other. Probably before *they* did. And I also knew that Mulder was such a dork that he'd probably never make the move. Well I guess he finally did. I slide my eyes down from his face to hers, and as I meet that dark blue, liquid gaze, I amend that thought. The way she's panting and trying not to moan behind that almost-smile, she's probably the one who finally jumped his lanky ass. Not that I blame her. It's just about all I thought about for the short time I was partnered with him, too. And if not for her, I probably would have talked his sweet ass right into bed. But after I saw them together during the Cole case, I knew his focus was always gonna be on her, unless I did something about it. I don't even let myself want someone like that. Like her. It's a fucking fantasy that would only hurt more to indulge. But seeing her arching back, pressing her breasts harder into Mulder's stroking hands, I can sure as fuck let myself want her body. Touch her, Mulder. Show me the Scully I can only dream about. Show me what you two look like when you lose control. If I can't make it happen, I can at least take this vision with me and play it whenever I'm feeling lonely. Looking straight into Scully's heated indigo pools, I slowly stroke my tongue all along my battered lower lip. I see her shudder and her eyes flutter closed for just a moment as she presses her ass back into Mulder. He gasps, his own eyes closing, and thrusts against her with a quiet grunt. Maybe I *can* play a little part in this game. I sure as hell made that happen. I feel a little grin pull at the corners of my lips and let my uninjured hand slide down over my thigh, coming to rest on the hard bulge lying alongside the seam of my jeans. I settle it there with a deep sigh. Show me, Mulder...Scully...show me whatcha got. Mulder's fingers pinch Scully's nipples through her tank top now, and she whimpers, her hands splayed out on her thighs, with nothing to do. I have something for them to do, Scully. I look pointedly at her hands, then stroke my fingers along my length, bringing my eyes up to meet hers. Her lips part on a silent gasp and her fingers clutch against her legs. Yeah, you want this, don't you, Scully? You wish it was your hand...ah...squeezing me through the black denim. Well me, too, baby. I look up from Scully's rapt face as she undulates against him slowly, and Mulder's eyes are open now and focused on me like black laser beams in the semi-dark. He glances down to my hand, firmly stroking and squeezing my erection still under my jeans, and I see his chest hitch and his tongue come out to lick quickly at that full lower lip. Oh...you want some too, eh, Mulder? All you have to do is ask. But I know he won't. He'll never admit that the reason he can't stand to be around me without hitting me is because he can't stand to be around me without *touching* me. But watching him fuck Scully for my benefit is almost as good, because I know that at least some of that animal intensity is mine, there because of me, and being projected onto her. Just as I know that she's getting off on it even more because I'm here to see it. That's it you two...fuck me. Scully whimpers and reaches her hands up over head, catching hold of Mulder's hair and bending back as he dips in for a kiss. I see their tongues reaching for one another and Mulder's hands take hold of the hem of Scully's little white tank and start pulling it up over her braless tits. I can't even breathe as the cotton drags over the hard little nubs, making Scully jerk from the friction, before being left gathered just over her breasts. Mulder breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes with a slight smirk. I can almost hear his spoiled little voice growling, "Mine." I hear myself moan and curse the makeshift sling keeping my left hand pretty much useless as I work one-handed at the button on my jeans, finally getting it free and pulling down the zipper, letting my cock push through to the warm, dank air. "Ahhhh..." I gasp, wrapping my fist around my rock hard length and letting my head fall back for a moment, dizzy with the pleasure of touching myself while they touch each other. Is it Mulder's hand on my cock or Scully's? Maybe he's holding her small hand while she jacks me. Yeah, that works. I open my eyes, stroking myself to a slow, gentle rhythm, drawing out the pleasure while I wait for them to get to the good part. Mulder's hands are grasping at Scully's tits now, and she likes the roughness, arching up into him and whimpering into his mouth, yanking his head down by his hair. Then Mulder's hand starts sliding down Scully's pale, heaving torso and pushes its way into the front of her slacks, and she cries out into his mouth and bucks against his hand, lowering one of her own and stroking down his arm, pushing it down harder. "Uhhn.." I can't stop the grunt that escapes my lips at how she just moves Mulder's hand to where she wants it, pressing and adjusting until she jerks, moaning, his fingers apparently having finally been located to just the right spot. She moves against his hand now, and it's killing me that I can't see his fingers stroking her, pushing into her as I know they must be to make her writhe like that. My hand speeds up on my cock, and I struggle not to let myself come, desperate for the increased stimulation but wanting to wait until I've seen everything they have to show me before ending it. Scully pulls her lips from his and falls forward, catching herself on her hands and Mulder collapses with her, one hand going down on the ground to support himself, the other still working down the front of her pants. "Scuh..." he gasps over her, pulling his hands out of her pants and fumbling frantically with his own. She makes a high little "Mmmm" sound and starts unfastening her own pants. He stops with his own efforts long enough to yank her pants and underwear down over her hips and she lifts her legs, one at a time, allowing him to strip them off of her. He then crumples the discarded pants in his hands and shoves them under her knees, padding the way. What a sweetheart. Wouldn't want her knees to get skinned while you fuck her doggie-style in a cell, would ya, Mulder? As soon as he has her naked except for the bunched up top and relatively comfortable, he rises up and uses both hands to quickly open his jeans, just pushing them down his thighs far enough to free his cock, which I can just barely see spring free in the low light from my small flashlight. Fuck, Scully. That looks pretty big. Sure you can take it like that? As she moans and presses back into him, ripping her tank off over her head, I think she probably can, and has, and wants to again right now. Her head is hanging low, and then she raises it up as Mulder slides through her wetness, slicking himself up and moaning. She looks me right in the eyes and tips her head back, her perfect lips opening in a long, silent gasp as his hips buck and he sinks into her with a tortured groan. My cock throbs in my hand, one second from shooting all over me. I'm not sure I'm gonna make it to the end. I wonder if this will be hot enough that I can come twice. As Mulder starts to slowly thrust into her, I'm thinking that it will. ............................................................... I'm lifting my ass in the air, taking Mulder's thick cock into my body over and over willingly, lustfully. And I'm looking into the eyes of one Alex Krycek. He's watching me take it from behind, glancing down to see my breasts swing every time Mulder buries himself in me; the air on them tickles like a feather. My sensitive nipples pucker under Krycek's scrutiny. He's licking his lips as he strokes his cock. I can see it, deep pink and glistening at the top. I open my mouth as if I could reach it from here and suck him off. Would he taste anything like Mulder? Would he grunt like Mulder does when he fucks my face? An animalistic groan empties out of my throat when Mulder sinks his long fingers into the flesh of my ass and opens me. "Aaannnggg!" He can penetrate me so deep this way. And I'm so helpless. All I can do is be fucked. I love it, am a slave to it, and yet I know deep down that I could have stopped this any time. They know it, too, which is why this makes me so bad. They know I want this. And if they don't I'm going to make sure. I widen my knees one at a time so that I'm as open as I can be and still have my opening at a level where Mulder can penetrate it. I tilt my upper body slightly down to change how his dick slides into me. Maybe Alex can see it a little better, too. I want him to get a nice view of Mulder's cock. I look back into Krycek's eyes, but he is no longer looking at me. From what I can tell, he's fixated on the point where Mulder and I are joined, where my arrogant, reckless, sex-soaked partner is thrusting powerfully into my pussy. He's watching Mulder's hips, probably feeling each smooth, hard entry with each hot tug of his own hand. He's muttering now, too, under his breath. "Fuck it....yeah....fuck her....oh Jesus, Mulder....that cock....so good...." I smile because I think he's wholly unaware that he's speaking. And fucking Christ, I'm pretty sure he's as hot for Mulder as he is for me. Maybe it shouldn't, but it jettisons my arousal level into the painful category. Thinking of Krycek wanting Mulder sends the tell-tale tingles into my extremities. They always come. They signal the imminent arrival of a very powerful, crying-it's-so-damned-good orgasm. God, I *want* them to want each other! Is that sick? I hope that as Mulder fucks the living shit out of me that at least once he flashes on the image of plowing into Krycek's tight ass. "God, Scully, fucking come!" At first I think it's Mulder urging me on, but it's not. I look at Krycek and his face is contorted with hunger and longing and pain. His hand is moving unbelievably fast on his dick and he's kind of moaning and whimpering with need. I bite my lip as I feel Mulder speed up and take shorter strokes. He reaches around and between my legs and finds my clit, massaging it ruthlessly. "Oh Jesus, Mulder..." I breathe out, feeling my inner muscles contracting in preparation. "You..heard..him..Scully. Fucking...come," Mulder pants. His ragged voice, his fingers on my clitoris, the vulnerability of being fucked this way, feeling Krycek's eyes all over my body, seeing how hard and swollen and ready he is...it all hits me and I am rocked by my orgasm. I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes closed as I cry out in ecstasy. "AAAAHHHH!!! OHGOD! OHGOD!" I'm shouting, then the last a whisper, "Ohmyfuckinggod." I feel Mulder coil up tighter behind me, groaning around my name. "Scuh...Scuh-lee.... So sweet...wet. Goddamn, Scully...." He's so close. I look back at him riding me in time to see him look over at Krycek. He's taken his hand from between my legs and he's gripping my hips like I'm going to scamper away and his eyes are boring into Krycek's. They're staring hard at each other, not speaking; their grunts echo one another as they both keep fucking, fucking, fucking toward the end. Krycek's voice is barely audible, but I hear it and Mulder hears it. "Mulder..." and I feel Mulder empty into me at the sound of it. "Ahgodyes!" Mulder yells as he comes and I think Alex's own climax is triggered by the sound and sight of Mulder orgasming. Krycek bucks his hips into his hand as his ejaculation spatters over his clothes. I am breathless with their combined completion. It's so goddamned beautiful. ......................................................... As I slump over Scully's body, catching my breath, my head is reeling with what happened here. I meant to frustrate Krycek with our lovemaking, and it's obvious that Scully isn't the only one he wanted. The really scary part is, as I was watching him jack himself off, looking in my eyes and talking filth, Scully wasn't the only one *I* wanted, either. What the fuck is going on here? I don't look at him as I pull myself up, my breathing returning to normal. I feel Scully groan and shift beneath me, and I gently pull out of her body, stroking down her back with my hands, then I bend to kiss her shoulder blade before pulling my jeans back up my hips. Poor Scully...Krycek and I can just tuck it in and zip it up. She's naked on her knees on the floor. I hope she doesn't feel shamed or objectified. I move to give her some cover with my body. "Anybody got a cigarette?" Fuck me, was that my demure little partner's sultry voice asking that badgirl question? I guess Scully's doing just fine with this. I gaze down in amazement at her profile; her face rests calmly on her hands, eyes blinking slow and sex-drugged. There is a small, ironic half-smile on her swollen lips. I grin and shake my head, reaching behind me to help her gather her clothes. As I turn back, I see Krycek give her a grin as well, with an approving raise of his eyebrows. I look at Scully again. She saw it. She gives a little shrug to her shoulders, a twitch to her lips, and shyly averts her eyes from him as she stretches back off her arms and pushes her upper body off the floor to sit, kneeling again. Shy my ass. And the way Krycek is licking his bottom lip absently... Makes me wanna punch him. Some things never change. Now it seems I wanna punch *and* fuck him. Wonders never cease. I narrow my eyes at him and he looks up to meet them, but he just smiles and blinks a slow, sexy blink. Sexy? Jesus, I must be losing it. I'm describing Alex Krycek's eyes as sexy. Though I guess if I were to be completely frank, he's got just about the most come-hither eyes I've ever seen on either a man or a woman. Those long lashes, that devious gleam...I feel myself lick my lips and realize I'm still staring straight into those sexy eyes, and they just widened and flicked down to my mouth before pinning me again with their knowing gaze. Fuck. "Um, Mulder? Could you please hand me my top?" asks Scully, looking from Krycek to me and back to Krycek, very aware of what just happened between us. It breaks the spell and I blink and bend to hand it to her. She gives me a deep look and a slight smile, and takes it, slipping it over her head and smoothing it down over her body. I back away from her, still on my knees, and watch her stand and stretch her strong little body like a cat before bending to retrieve her crumpled slacks where they cushioned her knees during our fuck. My breath catches at her beauty, and as she finishes dressing, I focus in on Krycek and see that he can't take his eyes off her either. I suppose that's my fault. I'm the one who made her a sex object to him. That was *not* my intention. God, I fucked my partner in front of Alex Krycek! What other goal is that going to accomplish? He sees me watching him watch her, and licks his lips, shifting his hips as he leans back against the wall. Looks like Scully's not the only one I made a sex object of for him. This did not work out the way I planned. I look up to see that Scully's smoothing her hair in a very 'Okay, let's get back to business,' gesture and I feel the love for her close my throat. I'm still on my knees and she looks down at me, smirking at my slobbering acolyte act. She reaches down to pull me up and we hear the rattle of keys outside our door. I immediately cut my eyes to Krycek, who gives a brief nod signaling that he's ready to put into play the plan we discussed earlier. Scully's all business, too, as she takes her place in the darkest corner, ready to beat the shit out of anybody who comes at her. Krycek and I take our places on either side of the door, and neither one of us is breathing as we wait for it to swing open. I hear some harsh Russian and it sounds like there's only one as the stone moves slowly inward, toward my tensed form crouched behind it. Krycek is flattened against the wall on the other side, and as the guard steps through the door, he dives in low with some wickedly quick kidney punches followed by a crackling back-spin kick that takes the guard out before I even get a chance to come out of the dark. I can't help it. I stand there, mouth open, as he wipes the spit from his lips. He's not even breathing as hard as he was when he was watching us have sex. I'm impressed. Against my will. Scully steps out of the shadows, and we both just look at him, standing over his latest victim. He finally seems to come out of the bloodlust haze and raises his face. I blink. He shrugs and steps out the door, checking for any more interruptions. I look over at Scully, whose raised eyebrows must look remarkably like my own, then we both step carefully over the large downed Russian thug and follow our bodyguard down the long, dark corridor. We get lucky. We find a window quite a big larger than the ones in our cells. Large enough, in fact, to allow us to climb out after Krycek and I kick the hell out of the bars in it, dislodging enough of them to admit us. Krycek doesn't even hesitate, going out first to make sure it's safe to exit, and then waving us out. I know I have a permanent look of skeptical wonder on my face as he leads us out into the dark forest and ultimately to safety. I would really like to know what the fuck his game is here. We all stop, catching our breath, huddled together in a dense copse of trees several hundred feet from our prison. Okay, now what? As a federal officer, it's my duty to try and arrest Krycek, but a) I don't have a weapon, b) I'm fairly certain, after witnessing his quick takedown of the guard, that he could kick my ass with one hand tied behind his back...or wrapped in a sling made of my shirt, and c) I'm not even in the States, so duty doesn't really hold. Not to mention, he did kind of help us get out. Oh that and we just made him watch us fuck. Not really conduct becoming a law enforcement officer of the United States of America, I suppose. But when Krycek's around, I just can't seem to think straight. I'm beginning to get a sinking suspicion about just why he affects me that way. Yeah, life is strange. I open my mouth to offer some sort of strained thanks but before I can get it out, he stands up, looking to the left and right. "Well, this is where I get off," he says and turns and starts climbing the hill behind us, moving in the direction opposite that in which we know our own vehicle to be secreted. "Wait..." I call out, totally unclear about why or what else I want to say. "Oh, yeah, thanks for the shirt, Mulder." He turns and winks at me, turns a blinding smile on Scully, then crests the hill and goes down the other side, out of our sight. "I'm the one who tied it around his bleeding arm," Scully mutters somewhat petulantly beside me. I look at her and we both let the questions stand between us for a minute, then sigh and start making our way back to our car. What a long, strange trip it's been. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx We hear ya, Mulder! Well, what did ya think? PLEASE let us know! lmelao@earthlink.com and bizzzichick@yahoo.com