From: Shannon To: whispers list Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW FIC: Shalava vs. Dolboy'eb by Shannon Kizzia Date: Sunday, November 25, 2001 12:10 AM Shalava vs. Dolboy'eb by Shannon Kizzia (lmelao@earthlink.net) Web Site: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/xtasy/shannon.html Rating: NC-17 (I actually tried to make it PG-13 or R, dammit! LOL!) Category: SRH Keywords: M/S UST, M/K UST, S/K RST whoa-baby! Summary: Apparently love isn't blind, it's just painfully stupid. Archive: Sure, but please tell me where. :) Disclaimer: I don't own any of these lovely, flawed characters, but they sure are fun to play with. Notes: This is a sequel to Satina's awesome story, "Pre-Soak." You really, really need to read that first. You sure won't be sorry. :) You can find it here: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/xtasy/presoak.txt Also, I do NOT know Russian. If this is wacked out, forgive me. Satina and I researched as best we could and Barbara was a dear and helped as well. (Don't blame them if it's screwy. LOL!) Thanks: To Barbara and Satina for help with my POV woes, and to Satina for being the wonderful beta that she is. Also to Eve, who was of great help to me in the writing of "Dead of Night" and who I callously forgot to thank. This story is for you, sweetie! Thanks again!!! Shalava vs. Dolboy'eb by Shannon Kizzia They reached for the door knob at the same time, grabbing awkwardly at each other's fingers before pulling away as though scalded. "Shalavas first," Krycek spat in a whisper. "I know Russian, dolboy'eb," Scully hissed in answer. He covered his surprise quickly before he answered. If he wasn't careful he might just be impressed. "All the better," he returned. He couldn't wait to turn on the pheromones in there and blow her pretty, confident, well-fucked ass clear out of the water. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "You're going down, Agent Scully." Scully opened her mouth to answer him, to shoot back that she'd already done that and quite well thank you very much, but the door flew open and they both jerked up to see Mulder standing there looking at them strangely. "What are you two doing out here whispering in the hall?" They began talking at the same time. "We would have gotten here sooner except Krycek nearly killed both of us...." "I was just briefing Scully on the facts of the case as I thought you'd want...." "Whoa." Mulder held his hands up. "Okay. Come in why don't you?" He turned around and walked back to his desk and, despite implicating herself as a shalava, Scully made to go through the door first and they bumped shoulders as Krycek tried to go in at the same time. They struggled for a couple of seconds trying to squeeze through, neither willing to be graceful and let the other go. By the time Mulder turned around they were in the office and smiling. Mulder sat behind his desk, leaning back, and began fiddling with his bottom lip, running his index finger back and forth. Krycek thought. He heard Scully sigh heavily beside him. "So how much do you know, Scully?" Mulder asked. "Uh...well, I....we just...not a lot," she finished lamely. "Krycek, I thought you said you caught her up." "Well, I was gonna...but...I didn't, no." Pheromones. Oh, yeah. Smooth as shaving on a roller coaster. "Well, that's okay," Mulder said and got up to roll the slide machine into the middle of the room. "Would you pull down the screen, Scully?" "Sure," she said, beaming in Krycek's direction. She began to saunter over to the far wall, but before she could reach it, Krycek was sprinting over and pulling the screen down into position. Scully put her hands on her hips and whispered petulantly, "He said me." "Get over it," Krycek murmured, not moving his mouth. "Uh, thanks," Mulder said. "And if somebody could hit the..." Scully and Krycek both shot off in the direction of the light switch, Scully getting there a split second sooner owing to the sacrifice slide she took in her 3 inch pumps, the room going dark as she thudded against the wall. "...lights," Mulder finished, his brows furrowing in confusion at his partners' behavior. Krycek spent the next few seconds pouting that Scully got the upper hand, but then realized how utterly ridiculous she had looked body slamming the wall and felt marginally better. "Okay.... Well." Mulder cleared his throat. "This photo was taken early Friday morning in an alley behind a very popular sports bar in Schenectady. As you can see, the left foot is missing and..." Mulder looked hesitantly left, coming eye to temple with Krycek, who was quite suddenly standing way too close to him. Mulder turned his head again just as hesitantly to the right, coming chin to hair with Scully, who was even closer, if that was possible. Not knowing what else to do, he looked back at the projection and began again. "This is the third death in New York State wherein the local PD found a body with the left foot missing." He clicked to the next slide. "The really strange thing is..." "Yes, that is weird," Krycek mused, nodding slowly. "I didn't say it yet," Mulder informed. "Yes, but...well, the foot," Krycek trailed off, chancing a look at Scully who wore a predictably smug expression. "Mulder?" Scully asked, rolling his name off her tongue slowly and coyly. She took the hand with the clicker in it and ran her thumb over his knuckles until it came to rest over his thumb. "I think I'd like to see that first slide again." And she pressed on Mulder's thumb, changing the slide back again before letting go and settling her breasts against his arm, eyes trained studiously on the bloody stump. Mulder suddenly felt dizzy and hot. He put a hand down on the slide cart to steady himself. "Oh, Mulder," Scully fussed, concern exaggerating the pout of her lip. "You look flushed." She spared a quick look at Krycek to see his scowl as she raised her hands up to Mulder's face and felt for a temperature. "Why you little..." Krycek started at Mulder's sharp glance, realizing he'd spoken aloud. He changed gears mid-sentence. "...doctor you," he finished, injecting a smile into his voice. But unable to let her get away with it entirely, he reached around Mulder to slap Scully playfully, and not at all gently, on the arm. "Ooof!" "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I don't know my own strength." He then looked at Mulder and winked. "Been workin' out." Mulder's eyes took an impromptu voyage over Krycek's pecs and the latter made sure to flex as subtly as possible under his starched, white shirt. Intending to get back to the business at hand, Mulder was turning back to the slide when he did a double-take back to Krycek's collar. "Is that...? Is that lipstick?" Scully gasped behind Mulder but Krycek answered without missing a beat. "Agent Jackson. Can't keep her lips off me. What a whore, huh?" Krycek felt Scully bristle, her hackles rising, unable to voice her indignation. Krycek took advantage of her speechlessness and took a step in toward Mulder. "She's not at all my type, though." His green eyes flashed as he let his tongue slide along the smooth bottoms of his teeth. This time it was Scully who broke the strange spell Mulder seemed to be under. "Agent Krycek, interesting as your love life or lack thereof is, I think we can dispense with the locker room conversation and get back to Mulder's fascinating slides." Krycek and Mulder thought in unison as both turned to look at her, Mulder like she had grown four more arms and Krycek like he might laugh like a hyena at any moment. "What?" she pouted. "Nothing, Scully," Mulder shrugged, looking hopelessly lost in his own office. "Let's look at the slides." They spent several minutes going over the data, Mulder giving out details like a botany teacher explaining to 15-year-olds the exciting way in which photosynthesis works, Scully and Krycek trying to out-do each other's ooohs and aaahs. When the slide show was done, Mulder went over and flicked on the lights. "So, you can see why this warrants our investigation. Scully, I can't ask you to come to New York in any official capacity, but...well, you've got some vacation time and...I could sure use your expertise." "Of course, Mulder," she agreed without hesitation. "Muh muh, Muhmuh," Krycek parodied under his breath. Scully threw daggers at him with her eyes, but Mulder hadn't seemed to hear him. He was stuck on Scully's hasty acceptance of his offer. "What? You'll go? Just like that?" "You know I will," she purred, and Mulder almost looked frightened of her. "Uh...great...I guess," he stammered and went around behind his desk. "I just have to make some copies and then I'll book a flight." "I can copy those," Krycek shouted eagerly. "It's no trouble. I was..." "Let me!" Scully interrupted almost desperately. "Really, it's fine..." "No!" yelled Krycek, grabbing the papers out of Mulder's hands and turning to the copier determinedly. Scully intercepted him and made a grab for the files, but Krycek held them over her head. "Ha!" "Damn you, the copy machine is in my area anyway!" "Well, it's not your area anymore now is it?" "Stop it!" Mulder shouted above them. "This is ridiculous! They're not even pertinent to the case! That's my basketball game schedule for this month for Christ's sake!" A renewed struggle for the papers began at that. "Stop it! I mean it! Both of you!" They both turned, faces fallen, unable to meet Mulder's harsh and confused stare. "Now I don't know what is going on with the both of you, but I suggest you settle it before we get on that plane to New York. I've gotta get out of here. Just...be normal by the time I see you tomorrow." Mulder picked up his jacket and strode out the door, leaving the other two in his wake. "You fucked it up for both of us," Krycek accused. "What?! Me?! What did *I* do? You're the one who fucked it up, Mr. Oh-I've-Been-Working-Out. What was *that* about?" Krycek snorted. "Oh and rubbing your tits against his arm was just the epitome of professionalism. Right." They looked at each other. "I hate you, Krycek." "I fucking hate you, Scully." Who moved first was a mystery, but in the next moment they were ripping at each other's clothes, tearing buttons from silk and cotton, growling and swearing until Scully's skirt was ripped up the side and Krycek's shirt off his right shoulder, his belt unbuckled. Krycek walked Scully backwards toward the door, taking his hands off her only long enough to slam it closed and lock it. Then his body was pressed to hers and his mouth crashed down on her mouth, forcing it open, thrusting his tongue in and out between her lips until she opened for him into a long, hungry "O", moaning with ecstasy, opening and closing on his strong tongue, trying to suck him farther into her mouth. Krycek quickly ran his hands under her ruined skirt, found her panties and pulled them down and she helped by kicking them off her legs and away from her. Then he spun her around and away from the door, up against the metal shelving. She grabbed hold of the cold, black square poles and he lifted her right leg, noisily depositing her still shod foot on the second shelf. "Bend over," he growled, pushing her skirt up past her ass, bunching it around her waist, then working his dick out of his fly. "Fuck you," she gasped, but leaned slightly forward anyway. Krycek took hold of her hips. "Yeah, fuck you too, Scully," he said right before he rammed into her from behind. "Jesus!!" He slid his hands underneath her soft sweater and palmed her softer breasts, squeezing them and fucking in and out of her. Scully threw her head back and arched into his rough hands. "Yeah. Oh, yeah." She was gasping, crying, so close already, still slightly sore from the first time an hour ago. He was grunting behind her, an animal in need, feeling her cunt like fire singing his shaft with each entry. "Say his name, Scully," he ordered through gritted teeth. "When you come, say his name. Say it and know it's me." "Oh God," she cried as he continued to drive into her, as she backed into his cock each time, holding onto the rattling metal for dear life. "Fucking say it," he ground out, feeling his explosion curling up in his belly, in his balls, in his fingertips where he held Scully's tender breasts. Fuck, she was beyond incredible. And then she said it, small and mewling. "Mulder...." "Yeah. Tell him. Tell him I'm fucking you." A little louder. "Mulder...." "Oh fuck yeah, Scully, give it to me!" And she came like a sonic boom, her walls crashing closed around him. "Mulder!!!" "Christ!" Krycek answered and spurted into her in powerful, feel-it-in-your-toes glory, ass cheeks clenching as he sobbed through his arched throat. His fingers loosened on her breasts and she let go of the poles to push his hands away from her. "Get out of me, dammit." He chuckled behind her and pulled out, tucking himself back in his pants, catching his breath. He watched her pick up her panties and put them back on without looking at him. It was only after she had her tattered skirt back down over her legs and her sweater smoothed over her abused breasts that she turned to him. "Shut up," she warned at his grin. "I'm not saying a thing," he assured. "Good. Fine," she said in clipped tones. She looked up at his still-grinning face and realized that because he was saying nothing it was even more awkward. It was much better when he looked like he wanted to shoot her. What was it with men and getting laid anyway? It was the stupidest, shit-eating grin she'd ever seen, barring some of Mulder's winners. "Jesus, Krycek, go away," she finally said, feeling childish and suddenly modest as well. "Yeah, I'd better go pack." "Huh?" "Pack warm. I think it's snowing in Schenectady." He winked and was gone, leaving her with the renewed awareness of their upcoming trip together and a profound need for copious amounts of alcohol. The End So yeah, it ain't over. The ball is in Satina's court, but make no mistake, feedback should go to me! heh heh! lmelao@earthlink.net So far as I know, these are the translations: shalava = slut dolboy'eb = dickhead Thanks for reading!!!!