Title: The Black Ribbon
Author: iceshiva16
E-Mail: NCHDBLAMKR@aol.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/kryceklover13/
Rating: NC-17
Category: MSK SexPlay, KrycekTorture (sort of)
Spoilers: None
Summary: Written for the True Blue August Challenge. Krycek is sent looking for 
something that he believes Mulder has, but what he finds is much more than he 
ever dared to wish for. (The True Blue Challenge gives author's seven items that 
they must incorporate into their story to receive an award. August's seven items 
were: (1) a shelf that falls down, (2) sex on the beach, (3) a Looney Tunes 
coffee mug, (4) an unexpected phone call, (5) a porn magazine entitled "Do Me 
With It Big Boy" that doesn't belong to Mulder, (6) a character named Jamie, and 
(7) black ribbon.) Please see footnotes for more information.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, and they never will. I merely use them at 
creative liberty.
Archive: If you're interested, drop me a line. I wouldn't mind at all.
Warning: This fic contains graphic sex. This means, in short, sex between two 
males and a female. It's a big fucking threesome. 

****

"Ow! Fuck!" Alex Krycek swore softly under his breath as the shelf he'd been 
holding onto gave under his weight and he toppled to the floor. He yelped as the 
lone object on the shelf, a Looney Tunes coffee mug, fell on his hand. It was 
not his day. [1]

He had been in Mulder's thankfully empty apartment for over an hour, and he had 
finally resorted to climbing the shelves to see if Mulder had hidden what he was 
looking for up there. However, he couldn't find it anywhere. He was beginning to 
think that it wasn't there at all.

He was looking for a porno mag, of all things. Christ, when had his job come to 
this? Apparently, it had a very sensitive article published in it that Krycek 
knew that no one (especially Mulder) would read anyway. To the rest of the 
world, it would just be one funny hoax of a story, but to Mulder, it would be 
the elusive Truth and he would immediately go searching for it. [2]

So Krycek had been sent to find it. But the only thing that he had found in the 
way of porn was a drawer full of goodies in Mulder's dresser. Everything in 
there had been rather interesting (interesting enough to give Krycek a raging 
hard-on for about 30 minutes before he calmed down), and there had been 
magazines, but not the one he was looking for.

Of course not the one he was looking for. It wasn't his day, remember?

Krycek glanced around the apartment again and wondered what he was going to do 
about the fallen shelf. Oh well, it had been broken already, so he might as well 
just leave it and let Mulder think that it had fallen down of it's own accord. 
He was wearing black leather gloves, so there wouldn't be any fingerprints left 
behind. He figured that he didn't have anything to worry about.

He stood and walked into Mulder's bedroom (which was steadily disappearing under 
piles of clothes and other miscellaneous objects) again, his eyes fixed on the 
drawer that contained all of Mulder's... toys. His mouth was practically 
watering as he made his way over there and opened the drawer with one gloved 
hand.

All the contents were clearly visible without moving anything, which was good. 
He doubted that he could have rearranged everything after touching it as 
haphazardly as Mulder had managed to put it in the drawer.

His eyes roved over all of the items, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight 
again as he did so. God, who knew that Mulder was this horny? A coiled black 
whip, the predictable (yet still tantalizing) handcuffs, various brands of 
condoms thrown here and there, lubricant, a small collection of what Krycek 
assumed were Mulder's favorite tapes and magazines to beat off to, and... black 
ribbon. Out of everything in the drawer, the ribbon was what intrigued him the 
most. What the hell did Mulder do with that? He shifted uncomfortably as his 
dick willed him to find out. [3]

Thousands of muddled possibilities were running through his head when his cell 
phone rang, scaring the living shit out of him so much that his hard-on quickly 
disappeared. He fumbled for the small phone and quickly silenced it, bringing it 
up to his ear. "Hello?" he said, a little breathlessly.

The voice on the other end was scrambled, but he could still understand what it 
was saying. And this wasn't just a faulty signal, this was someone who didn't 
want him to know who they were.

"Meet me at the airport at seven. Come alone. Wait at Gate Five, Northwestern 
Airlines." There was a barely audible click as the caller hung up.

Krycek stared at his phone. Well, that had been unexpected. Who the hell knew 
this number who would be so secretive? Maybe he was being traced. Or even 
watched. He quickly shut the drawer and exited the apartment, not noticing the 
face in the shadows as he shut the door behind him. [4]

****

Mulder stood up and turned off his cell phone, throwing the scrambling device on 
his bed as he calmly walked over to the same drawer that Krycek had just been 
looking in. He picked up a duffel bag from one of the many piles on the floor 
and threw the contents of it in the bag. Except for the black ribbon. He put 
that in his trenchcoat pocket. He had special plans for that.

He picked up his phone and speed-dialed Scully's number. "Scully, it's me. Call 
Jamie and get to the airport. I think he fell for it. He's right where we want 
him." [5]

She was about to hang up when he raised the phone to his ear again and said, 
"Oh, and don't forget to bring the magazine. That's what he was looking for."

****

Krycek waited nervously under Gate Five at the airport, wondering why this 
situation was making his stomach churn uncontrollably. He didn't even know what 
the situation was, why should it make him nervous? He looked around, trying to 
see if he recognized anyone. He didn't.

He stiffened as a gloved hand wrapped around his arm and a female voice spoke to 
him from behind.

"So glad that you could come, Alex. Now, I hope you're ready to go. Because 
we're taking a little trip."

He turned around and looked at the woman standing in front of him. He blinked in 
disbelief as he realized that he'd never seen her before. What the hell did she 
want with him?

"Who are you? Do you work for him?" he asked menacingly, ripping his arm away 
from her touch. She laughed lightly and shook her head.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Alex. I don't work for any cryptic 
him. My employers are right here, out in the open."

Krycek glanced around quickly, but didn't get a very good look at anyone. "Where 
are they?" he hissed. Goddamn that cigarette smoking son of a bitch, he was 
going to pay...

She laughed again and pointed. "They're standing right over there."

Krycek's breath hitched in his throat as he saw who she was pointing at.

Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. [6]

****

Mulder was enjoying the look on Krycek's face almost too much as he walked over 
to the woman who had his mortal enemy by the arm. "Thanks, Jamie. That was 
almost too easy, Krycek."

Scully laughed uncharacteristically. "Yeah, we didn't think it was going to be 
quite this easy to get you to come to us. But here you are, and here we are, so 
we're all going to take a little vacation together."

Krycek looked at the pair of FBI agents incredulously. "What are you talking 
about?" he said through clenched teeth, trying not to stare at Mulder's perfect 
hazel eyes and Scully's neatly coiffed red hair. The combination was nearly 
enough to kill him.

He had always cursed himself for having a soft spot for these two. Well, come to 
think of it, it was more like a hard spot... A very hard spot... They were 
irresistible, especially together, and he wanted both of them so bad that he 
could taste it in between his lips. And now they wanted him to go somewhere with 
them? He was as good as dead.

He tore his eyes away from them and turned his body forward as Jamie led him 
through the terminal and onto the airplane. He took his seat (which just 
happened to be in between Mulder and Scully) and looked from one agent to the 
other uncertainly. "What are you going to do to me?" he asked. He wasn't afraid, 
it wasn't that... Well, he wasn't afraid of dying, at least. Anything else might 
not be preferable.

Mulder chuckled and unzipped the duffel bag that he held in his lap just enough 
so that Krycek could see it's contents. The killer's eyes widened as he thought 
of all the delicious things that these two people could do to him with the 
contents of that duffel.

"Where's the black ribbon?" he asked coyly, looking into Mulder's eyes to let 
the older man know that he wasn't afraid of anything in that bag.

Mulder patted his jacket pocket. "That has a special purpose. We're saving that 
for later," he responded, just as coyly. Scully slid a hand over Krycek's thigh 
and squeezed, and his head lolled back against the seat.

"Where are we going?" he asked, his mouth dry and his voice raspy.

Scully leaned in and licked his earlobe with the very tip of her tongue. "We are 
going to a very nice secluded resort on a tropical island, Krycek. Sex on the 
beach." [7]

Krycek's eyes widened in amazement, and his cock twitched just thinking about 
it. My God, he might not live through this... A smile spread over his boyish 
features as he thought about that. What a way to go.

"She's coming too?" he asked, nodding to Jamie.

Mulder laughed. "Jamie isn't along for that ride, if that's what you're 
thinking, Krycek. She's the one who arranged this for us. Let's just say that 
she and I go way back. She's been fueling my little fetishes with her supplies 
and expertise since I was in college." [8]

Krycek blinked. She was a whore?

Jamie shook her head in disbelief. "That's the first thing all you men think. I 
am not a whore, I am just... a supplier. That's all, nothing more. So don't even 
think about it."

Krycek blinked twice. Jesus, had she just read his mind?

He decided not to think about it. It was going to take all his concentration 
just to survive this plane ride.

****

By some mercy of the gods, Krycek had managed to fall asleep, and was awakened 
by Mulder's large hand sliding around the back of his neck and squeezing gently 
as Scully blew in his ear. He squirmed in his seat, wondering what they wanted 
from him. Why didn't they just torture him?

He murmured something about that and Scully giggled, a sound that made him open 
his eyes and look at her in astonishment. She just laid a finger on his lips and 
whispered, "Oh, but Alex... We are going to torture you."

Mulder reached into his pocket and held up the spool of black ribbon, waving it 
in front of the younger man's face. Krycek looked at him in innocent confusion. 
How the hell could you torture someone with ribbon?

As Mulder and Scully led him off of the plane and out to a rented car, he was 
almost dreading when he was going to find out.

Almost.

****

Krycek was thoroughly confused. He had been led to what he knew was the private 
resort that Mulder and Scully had spoken of, and it was quite deserted. Jamie 
informed him that it was the off season, and that once she left, the two agents 
and himself would be the only inhabitants. 

He was sitting on a beach chair in the black swimming trunks that Mulder had 
given him, sipping a drink. It was (appropriately, he discovered later) a Sex On 
The Beach, which made Scully's previous comment burn in his mind.

Why would the two stiffest FBI agents he knew bring him to a deserted resort in 
order to have sex with him? And they had alluded to torture. Why weren't they 
just going to break out the thumbscrews and make him scream until he gave up the 
information they wanted? Why would they go to such lengths to get him away from 
everything he knew just to fuck him?

That word. It rolls deliciously off of the tongue, especially when you're 
anticipating getting fucked (there it goes again) by the two people who you've 
wanted most for god only knows how many years. He just didn't understand it.

He looked up and saw both of them walking towards him and he immediately 
hardened. God, they were both beautiful. And together, they were breathtaking.

All of a sudden he knew he was in for it.

****

Scully flounced down in front of him on the beach lounger and squeezed her 
breasts together with her elbows. She was wearing a black string bikini. String 
bikini, Christ sakes. He was gone already. He felt Mulder's hands on his 
shoulders, gently massaging the flesh that was aching for both of them. He 
wanted them so badly, and now they were going to tease him.

He was beginning to see what they meant by torture.

Scully lapped at his belly with her tongue as Mulder pulled his arms over his 
head and fastened a handcuff to his left wrist. He shivered and his hips 
involuntarily bucked up to meet Scully's almost bare breasts. She smiled 
devilishly and reached up, sliding the bathing suit that Krycek wore off and 
leaning over him, placing his erect member in between the soft mounds of her 
chest. He gasped as she squeezed her breasts together around his cock, and he 
ground his hips into her wantonly as he felt his arms stretched up more and the 
other handcuff fastened around his wrist. [9]

He realized that he was strung up over a strong cable that had probably been 
placed there by Jamie, the mind behind this entire business. He moaned in 
frustration as Scully pulled herself away from him and Mulder pulled the beach 
chair out from under him. His feet dangled just above the sand. His wrists were 
going to hurt like hell when this was over. 

Scully was smiling quite evilly as Mulder walked around to face Krycek, the 
spool of black ribbon in his hand. He kneeled down in front of Krycek, and the 
younger man placed his feet on Mulder's thighs in anticipation. Mulder smiled 
and obliged him with a quick lick of his balls, and then he reached up to cup 
them in his large hand.

"I wonder how much we can torture you before you're screaming for it, Krycek," 
he smirked, squeezing the sac gently as Krycek writhed underneath his touch. 
Mulder unrolled a long strand of the black ribbon and Scully cut it with a small 
pair of scissors that Mulder must have thrown into the duffel bag before coming 
to the beach. Mulder then went to work, stringing the ribbon around behind 
Krycek's balls and tying a tight knot around them at the top. Krycek gasped and 
looked down as Mulder scooted away and then got up. This was the pure torture of 
suppression. 

"Mulder..." he gasped out, "Was this Jamie's idea?"

Mulder laughed. "Hell no, Krycek, this was Scully's idea. That little black 
ribbon, bless it's dear heart, is going to keep you from coming until we want 
you to. And, just to let you know, Scully and I love long playtimes." [10]

Krycek grimaced. Goddamn that woman's medical knowledge. It was going to kill 
him. He already felt the pleasure that had been building subsiding. He briefly 
thought of a volcano, dormant for years and ready to explode. He had a feeling 
that in a few minutes, he was going to be that dormant volcano.

He watched as Mulder and Scully quickly discarded their bathing suits and stood 
naked in front of his dangling form. He squeezed his eyes shut momentarily as 
whatever pleasure he felt quickly retreated under the influence of that damn 
black ribbon. Mulder wanted him to scream for it, huh? Well, he was ready to 
scream for it right now.

Mulder smirked at him, as if he could read Krycek's mind. And then he leaned 
down and kissed Scully roughly, pulling her naked body up against his and 
cupping her ass in his hands. They were going to make him watch? Sweet Jesus, 
they knew how to push someone's sexual buttons.

As they broke the kiss, Scully turned her head to look at Krycek. "Well, Mulder, 
shall we have some fun?" she asked sultrily.

Mulder smiled back at her and surveyed Krycek's body slowly. "Yes, Scully, I 
think we shall."

Both of them advanced on him, and Krycek gasped as he realized how sweetly 
torturous this lovemaking session was going to be.

****

The first thing he became aware of was Mulder's hot mouth sliding up and down 
his cock. The feeling was delicious, but he could feel how slowly his body was 
reacting to it. Damn whoever made that little part of his body that was 
currently trapped by the damn black ribbon. 

He became aware of another sensation, and whimpered as he realized that Scully 
was gently spreading his ass cheeks and slipping her tongue into the smooth 
cleft there. He looked down at Mulder and mumbled something incoherently, and 
Mulder's lips curved into a smile around his dick. "Enjoying, Krycek?" he 
murmured, the movements of his tongue delighting to no end.

His breath hitched in his throat as Scully's hand crept around to cup his 
trapped balls in her palm. Oh God, they really were going to kill him...

All feeling stopped as Mulder and Scully simultaneously pulled away and then it 
began again as he felt them switch places. Scully's mouth was on his dick now, 
and Mulder's hand was cupping his balls while that expert tongue swept up and 
down the cleft of his ass. He moaned a little as they both took their mouths off 
of him and seemed to stare at each other over his shoulders.

Scully immediately went down on him again, but Krycek found that he was being 
denied Mulder's sweet pleasure. He tried to twist his head around to see what 
Mulder was up to, but got his answer soon enough as he felt the sharp crack of a 
whip against his back.

Mulder had brought the whole drawer, all right. Krycek winced as the pain shot 
through his body, coupled with the slow-growing pleasure of Scully deep-
throating him with great skill. God, where did she get so much practice?

Krycek had a momentary vision of her practicing on corpses in medical school. He 
shuddered in disgust as pleasure once again retreated and the whip landed 
against his back a second time.

Mulder's body pressed up against his abruptly, shoving him further into Scully's 
mouth. He heard Mulder's deep, erotic voice against his ear, and it's words 
filled him with anticipation and a little bit of fear.

"You've been very bad these past few years, Krycek. Do you know what happens to 
very bad boys when they're finally caught?" Mulder's hands were propelling his 
hips forward in rhythmic thrusts, and whenever he brushed against Mulder on the 
way back, he could feel the agent's erection grinding into his bottom. Bliss...

He managed to respond, his voice dry and hoarse. "They get punished, Mulder. 
Very punished..." He gasped as Scully's mouth slid off of him and then he heard 
the whip being thrown to the ground. Scully's hand reached around and slapped 
against his ass, and he was sure that there was going to be a red mark there 
after she was finished.

"Oh yeah, spank me..." he murmured, arching his hips back into her hand as she 
slapped him a few more times. She stood up in front of him then and he felt his 
body being lifted by Mulder, his thighs parted and spread high above Agent 
Mulder's waistline. Scully pressed her breasts up flush against his chest, and 
her lips met his in a delicious kiss as he finally realized what they were doing 
when he felt the welcome slide of skin against his crotch.

God, they were fucking each other underneath him. Sweet Jesus, he wanted to 
explode, but the damn black ribbon kept him from doing so. Fuck... He moaned the 
word out loud as the push of both their hips against him increased the torture 
of pleasure that ran in waves through his body. He could feel the handcuffs 
cutting into his wrists even with Agent Mulder holding him up. Scully's mouth 
never let go of his even as he felt her shudder beside him, and Mulder pulled 
out and pressed his still-burgeoning erection against Krycek's ass. [11]

"Are you ready to scream for it, Krycek?" he whispered, biting his earlobe and 
then twisting his head around to give him a tantalizing kiss. As Mulder's tongue 
slid into his mouth, Krycek's head swirled. He was going to pass out soon if 
they didn't let him have his release. He supposed that this hadn't really been 
going on for all that long, but to his body, it felt like an eternity. He kissed 
Mulder back ferociously, his tongue tangling with Mulder's. When the agent 
finally pulled away, he laid his chin on the captive's shoulder and glanced at 
Scully. She nodded and gripped Krycek's shoulders, sinking onto him as Mulder 
hoisted him up and apart and then shoved into his waiting body. Alex felt the 
tremors begin to build as Scully's wet folds sucked at him mercilessly and 
Mulder pounded into him relentlessly. He was beginning to see black spots in 
front of his eyes. He began screaming their names alternately, begging to be set 
free, begging for Mulder to untie the little black ribbon that was causing him 
so much trouble. As his head seemed to explode and stars formed against his 
vision, he felt Mulder rip the black ribbon off of him with one strong tear, and 
Krycek passed out from the force of his orgasm.

****

When Krycek woke up, he was back in the beach lounger in his swimming trunks, 
just like he had been before they had strung him up and fucked him senseless. A 
part of him wondered if it was only a dream, but then he looked at his carefully 
bandaged wrists (that must have been Scully's work) and he knew that it wasn't 
his imagination. That was the best time he'd ever had, and it had been with the 
two people that he felt the most for. Ah, what he wouldn't give to relive that 
again.

It had been torture at first, but it had made it even better at the end. He 
remembered the feeling as he had arched into Scully, driving Mulder more deeply 
into him than he thought was humanly possible, and he remembered how Mulder had 
freed him of the black ribbon at the last possible moment, and his vision had 
exploded just like he had exploded into Scully, and Mulder had exploded into 
him. He had blacked out, he knew that, and after recovering themselves they must 
have taken him down and placed him here. He assumed that they were already gone, 
and the package that his eyes fell on seemed to prove the hypothesis.

It was a magazine, rolled up and tied securely with (what else?) a piece of 
black ribbon. He picked it up and gently slid the ribbon off, looking at what 
was rolled up with the magazine. A first class airplane ticket back to 
Washington, a note from Scully, and the magazine, which was entitled "Do Me With 
It Big Boy." It was the one he had been sent to get.

He put the airplane ticket aside and picked up the note. It was definitely from 
Scully, it was written in her neat script. He skimmed the words quickly.

*Krycek-

Your plane doesn't leave until tomorrow. Have fun all by your lonesome until 
then. Mulder and I greatly enjoyed our little tryst, but we had to go. Case 
reports to file and all, and I think that Skinner misses me.*

Krycek laughed. He could see Scully wink in his imagination as she wrote that. 
He continued reading.

*As for the magazine, Mulder said you were looking for it, and that you wanted 
was on page 34. I always wait for this magazine every month, it's my favorite 
subscription, but I guess you can have it if it's that important to you. I can 
always have Mulder go pick up another copy for me.*

Krycek blanched. The magazine was SCULLY'S? [12]

*Oh, and Mulder said that you might want to look at the name of the person who 
wrote that article.

Until next time,

Scully*

Krycek licked his lips as he read the "until next time' part. Oh, he hoped there 
was a next time. But now he was curious.

He picked up Scully's (yikes) magazine and flipped to page 34. The article was 
entitled "Anal Probes - Alien Conspiracy?" and the author's name was written in 
small print below the title. All the color drained from Krycek's face as he read 
the name.

George Hale. [13]

Mulder's alias.

He laughed as he threw the magazine to the sand and leaned back in the beach 
chair. The whole thing had been setup from the beginning. He had to give them 
credit for that, he was usually the one who set things up. It had been perfect, 
down to the very last detail. Unfortunately, he didn't think it was going to 
happen again for a very long time.

Oh well. Until then, he always had the black ribbon.

~End~

[1] Two items in the first paragraph. I was beginning to think that it was going 
to be a sign of a short fic, but it's rare that I write anything short, so rule 
that one out. And no, that is NOT the KrycekTorture I was talking about...

[2] Aliens or porn? Gee, that's a hard one...

[3] I admit that I had other ideas for things that could be in this drawer for 
later activities, but I decided that I couldn't blow all my naughty ideas on one 
piece and that I better save some other stuff for later...

[4] The aforementioned unexpected phone call. Of course, it was probably 
expected from all of you, right? ;)

[5] Jamie makes her appearance. I was going to include her in the smut, but it 
just didn't work as well that way.

[6] Like that was a big surprise...

[7] The best place to do it! Sand in all the wrong places...

[8] I am a complete believer in Mulder's porn fetish. It's sort of obvious, 
ain't it, CC?

[9] There is no specific time frame for this story, so Krycek has both arms. 
Why? Because it's more fun that way, of course. And not nearly as awkward. I 
believe that the one arm thing is much better for angsty fics...

[10] Please note that I am in no way an expert in this area. I read about this 
little spot in a previous fic, so it's not my fault if it's not true! :P LoL 
Anyway, it makes it more fun, so can't we just pretend? It kind of ruins the 
whole premise of the fic if I have to take it out, but if it is wrong, will 
someone please inform me?

[11] Yes, that was because he never came inside Scully... He is not 
SuperSexMulder... Although we all know that we'd like it that way...

[12] I bet you thought I forgot, huh? Nope, I was just saving the not-so-shocker 
for the end...

[13] How I remember this I do not know. Am I wrong?