CellmatesTitle: Cellmates 
Author: Savannah Black 
E-mail: wordraven@yahoo.com 
Category: smut 
Rating: NC-17 
Warning: Non-con 
Keywords: Scully/Krycek 
Archive: Skipper Haven. All others, please ask. 
Summary: A small cell. Krycek and Scully. And Mulder. 
Cellmates
5-99 
"Krycek, what are you--?" Scully started to struggle away from him, to stand up. 
He grabbed her around the waist and she only succeeded in rubbing against his 
lap. 
"Quiet, Scully," he growled softly. "Or you'll wake Mulder." His lips were right 
next to her ear. "And since he's handcuffed to that cot and won't be able to 
help you, all he'll be able to do is listen." His growl became a low purr. 
"Unless you want him to listen?" 
"I-I-." Scully pulled at her wrists, handcuffed behind her back, and wondered if 
that was her only option, wondered why his low purr made her stomach feel so 
strange. 
It was pitch black in the tiny cell. Krycek sat in the only chair. Mulder lay 
unconscious on the only cot. When Krycek had pulled her onto his lap, she hadn't 
thought anything of it. He promised to help them, but they had to wait until it 
was safe to move. His lap was the only place to sit other than a tiny space on 
the floor. 
But then his hands started moving over her and a strange, trembling weakness had 
started in her stomach. She couldn't allow him to think she wanted his touch, so 
she tried to stand up. And was prevented. 
"Krycek, stop," she said firmly, if quietly. 
"And if I don't?" he purred. "Are you going to scream?" He licked her ear and 
she jumped. The trembling in her stomach intensified. "We'll have a lot of 
company then. I don't think it's the type of company you want around but we'll 
have company. If the guards find me here none of us are getting out." 
"Why are you-- " she started softly, desperate to understand. 
"Because I want to," he said sharply. He continued in a softer voice. "Because I 
want." He nuzzled into the side of her throat, exploring. His hands were on her 
waist, not moving, as he explored her throat with his mouth. 
Scully sat sideways on his lap and tried to comprehend what was happening. He 
wasn't making a sound as his lips moved over her neck, but she had to cut off a 
gasp when he nipped her lightly. 
"Careful, Scully," he admonished quietly. "Not too loud or Mulder will want to 
join the party." 
Krycek didn't know why he was doing this. He'd never been interested in her 
before and some part of him knew she was Mulder's. Maybe that was why he was 
suddenly so interested. That and the feel of her soft hip pressing into his 
groin. The unconscious wriggle she'd done over and over again to get comfortable 
on his lap had created a small problem that was rapidly getting bigger. He went 
about solving the problem. 
Abruptly, he half stood. She clenched her teeth shut on a cry of fear. She 
thought she was going to fall and thrashed helplessly, but his hands were locked 
around her waist and he merely shifted her around till she was facing him, her 
legs draped on either side of his hips before he sat back down. 
The skirt of the forest green dress she wore rucked up around her hips. As he 
slid his hands up to grip her hips, the thin, silky material fell in soft folds 
around his arms. He slid to the edge of the chair and pulled her against him 
snugly. He almost groaned out loud at the feel of her body pressed so closely 
against him but he held the sound back, locked it in his throat. 
But Scully couldn't contain her gasp when he pulled her against him. She could 
feel him, hard and straining. The rough denim of his jeans scraped against her 
through the expensive silk fabric of her panties. She tried to choke back a 
whimper and failed. "Oh, God..." 
****** 
Mulder woke up. Past the pain pounding in his head and the ache in his body, he 
heard Scully whimper. She was in trouble. He lay still, trying to find her in 
the darkness, unwilling to give up any advantage of surprise he may have by 
making a sound. 
He heard Scully whimper, "Oh, God..." and felt his stomach clench. He silently 
tried to shift position and discovered he was handcuffed to the cot. He wasn't 
going anywhere. 
"Quiet," he heard Krycek croon. "Unless you really do want Mulder to hear?" 
"N-no," Mulder heard Scully whimper and he clenched his jaw on the words he 
wanted to shout. "Please, Krycek, don't-" 
"Oooo," Krycek purred. "I love it when you beg." 
Mulder felt a rage so intense go through him that for a moment he thought he 
would pass out. 
Scully went silent at his low taunt, but she trembled against him. Krycek dipped 
his head to her throat, an arm going around her back to hold her as she tried to 
arch away. She clenched her teeth on another whimper as his teeth delicately 
nipped up her throat. His heated assault on her senses was having an effect she 
didn't like. She didn't want to enjoy his touch or glory in the feel of his 
mouth on her skin, but she found herself responding, and she hated it. At least, 
that's what she told herself. 
It had been silent for a long time. Mulder strained to hear anything coming from 
the other side of the room. He heard a faint rustling of fabric and a faint 
groan that could have come from either of them. He lay on the cot, trying to 
pierce the darkness and battling the disbelief that overwhelmed him. He tried to 
deny what the soft sounds coming to him from out of the darkness meant. Krycek 
wasn't really going to... Not with Mulder not three feet away? But he heard the 
distinctive sound of a zipper being lowered and he closed his eyes, wishing he 
were anywhere but here, wishing he hadn't dragged Scully along on this crazy 
adventure. If he spoke up now, all he would do is add embarrassment and 
humiliation to the ordeal she was going through. He was helpless to do anything. 
He knew Krycek too well. His shouting wouldn't stop him from doing whatever he 
wanted to her and would only add to her ordeal the knowledge that Mulder was 
lying in the dark and listening to everything that happened to her. 
So he remained uncharacteristically silent as his hands clenched around the 
metal rail of the cot he was chained to. He listened with every fiber of his 
being for the slightest sound from the other side of the room. 
****** 
Krycek inched her away enough to reach his zipper and pull it down. He was 
wearing no underwear and he pulled his erection free of his jeans. He gave a 
soundless sigh of pleasure at the feel of his hand around his hard length, but 
he knew what would feel even better. He released himself and his hand moved 
between her legs. His arm around her back held her as she tried to arch away. He 
used her movement to stroke his finger against her flesh, the silk of her 
panties sliding against her. 
He detected a faint dampness between her legs and smiled a shark's smile into 
the darkness. He had wondered if he could pull a response from the Ice Queen. He 
couldn't do this if she wasn't ready for him, if she could really resist his 
touch. That had been his only doubt, but now he was confident he could draw the 
required response from her. 
Nimble fingers began to move over her and she couldn't entirely bite back a moan 
of pleasure at his touch. His fingers worked over her for long minutes, circling 
and stroking and occasionally plucking until she was jerking against his arm and 
her hips moved involuntarily against his touch. She tightened her muscles and 
tried to fight back her response. But his touch was warmly teasing and a 
response was rising in her despite her best efforts. He was very good at that. 
Getting what he wanted, that is. 
His fingers still moving over her, he nosed into the top of her dress, blindly 
seeking. She wasn't wearing a bra and he quickly had her nipple between his 
teeth. She gasped and when he began to suck she whimpered a low, "No, please..." 
But he ignored her words and listened to her body. She was arched tensely in his 
arms, fighting back her response, strung tight and shaking. 
The crotch of her panties was soaked with desire and he began to move his 
fingers against her more roughly. He stroked against her faster and her hips 
began grinding against his fingers. He increased the rhythm until she was 
breathing in soft, quick pants. Then her head went back and all her muscles went 
taut as she convulsed, but the only sound she made was a soft gasp. 
Krycek felt pleasure go through him at her response. She was a wild little thing 
if she could come from only a touch. As frigid as she usually acted, he'd been 
afraid he wouldn't ever get even the smallest response from her. But not only 
was she wildly responsive, she was practically melting in his arms. The 
unexpected pleasure of feeling her come against his body was deeply arousing. 
She was limp against his arm now and he pulled her forward to rest against his 
chest. The arm around her back lowered to go around her hips, his hand seeking 
the slip of fabric still clinging to her hips. His hands met over one of her 
hips and took a two-handed grip on her panties. He pulled sharply and the fabric 
shredded between his hands with a loud rip. 
She gasped with alarm and jerked upright, but his arm was instantly there to 
hold her. 
****** 
Mulder heard ripping fabric and clenched his teeth and locked his throat against 
a shout. He couldn't do anything but curse at Krycek and that wouldn't stop him. 
It would only humiliate Scully. Agony rolled through him. He thought of all the 
ways he was going to slowly kill Krycek, but he knew it wouldn't be enough. 
Would never be enough. Whatever he did afterwards wouldn't be enough *now* to 
stop it from happening. And it was killing him. 
****** 
Scully was tense in his arms again and Krycek could almost smell her fear. He 
didn't want her to be afraid. He reined in the driving need that was pushing him 
onward, urging him farther and faster. His arms around her gentled, one arm 
pressed between her shoulder blades the other looped around her waist and under 
her bound arms. 
"Easy, Scully," he murmured against her ear, trying to soothe her trembling 
body. "I'm not going to hurt you." His hands stroked over her back, soothing. 
"Then stop this," she pleaded softly. "Let me go." 
"Oh, no," he murmured back. "Can't do that." 
By the way she trembled in his arms, she didn't want him to stop either. His 
hands moved to her hips and tugged her forward until his straining erection was 
nudging against her swollen cunt. She shuddered. 
He'd reassured her as much as he could. His arm went around her hips to hold her 
steady, while his other hand went to his erection and stroked the tip against 
her hot, wet folds. She shuddered and whimpered and tried to pull away, fighting 
to hold back her response. He didn't let her gain any distance from him and her 
movement only stroked his hard flesh against her. 
He only had so much self-control and he was nearly at the end of it. His hips 
slid forward and he pressed the head of his cock into her warm recesses. She 
squirmed. He moaned at her movement and she went still. With the head of his 
cock buried inside her, he grabbed her hips with both hands and slowly, 
torturously, began pulling her forward. 
He sank into her an inch at a time, his bulk stretching her impossibly. She was 
so incredibly tight and hot. 
Her head went back and her throat arched. She locked her throat on pleased 
whimpers as he pressed inside her and stretched her so deliciously. 
"Yeah," he said softly, straining to hold himself back, straining to detect her 
response in the pitch-black darkness. "Let it go." 
He could sense she was straining to hold back her response. He understood that 
but couldn't allow it. This wasn't just about his pleasure. It was about her 
pleasure, too. He desperately wanted to feel Scully clench wildly about him and 
shriek as she came. The thought made him jerk with another uncontrolled rush of 
lust and he had to fight it back with lips drawn in a grimace as he strained to 
finish sliding into her body slowly. 
He let out a harsh grunt of satisfaction when he was completely inside her, his 
hips rocking to adjust himself inside her tight warmth. He strangled the urge to 
slam into her with wild, hard strokes. The tightness of her body told him that 
she hadn't done this in quite a while. He was going to have to go slow if he 
didn't want to hurt her. 
He gave her a minute to let her body adjust to the presence of his, at the same 
time savoring the feel of her body around his. His arm locked around her hips to 
hold her still as he began a sensuous exploration of her throat with lips and 
teeth and tongue. As he moved on to nip along her collarbone, he felt her 
shudder and tighten around him. 
Scully was silent. She stopped trying to pull away from him. It wasn't 
accomplishing anything except stroking him against her, his length rubbing 
inside her. She sat up and stiffly leaned away from him, trying to avoid 
brushing against him. At the same time she realized how ridiculous that was 
considering how deeply his body was buried in hers, but she had to resist 
somehow and this was the only way open to her. She was deeply aware it was only 
token resistance. Her body was already trying to settle around his, urging her 
to move. 
He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her forward to lean against his 
chest. The movement shifted him inside her and he swallowed another groan at the 
sensation. She was tense and stiff in his arms. 
"Easy, Dana," he murmured. "You're going to be okay." She didn't respond but 
Krycek understood. She was desperately clinging to the last shreds of her 
dignity and that was all right with him. She'd be responding soon enough. 
His hand slid into her hair and he turned her face around so he could reach her 
lips with his. She didn't make a sound as he captured her lips. His mouth moved 
against her unresponsive lips, gently coaxing. After a long minute, with a soft 
sigh that was swallowed between them, she gave up and melted against him. Her 
body relaxed against his, the tense line of her back softened, her hips settled 
around his and her body stretched to accept him. His hand stroked over her back 
as she soundlessly opened her mouth to him. 
He was becoming breathless from the depth of their kiss. Her tongue hesitantly 
probed into his mouth and he opened his jaw wider to encourage her. His hand 
moved around to cup one tiny breast, his other hand at her waist. 
Then she did something he couldn't believe. Her hips moved. He thought at first 
it was an involuntary attempt to escape him again, but then he felt the muscles 
that were so completely sheathed around him ripple. And he couldn't hold back 
the groan that erupted from him. She greedily swallowed the sound as her mouth 
moved hungrily over his and her hips moved again. She lifted her hips away then 
with a sharp jerk buried him completely inside her. 
With her movement the last of his self-control broke. His lips broke away from 
hers as he gasped for breath as he gripped her hips hard and began to stroke 
into her, pushing her back then pulling her forward, his hips slamming into her, 
driving himself deep inside her welcoming heat. He was panting and grunting 
hoarsely as he drove into her but she remained silent as she worked her hips 
against his, her muscles clenching and releasing around his straining cock. 
He'd never felt anything so good in his life, and he knew he wouldn't last long. 
He was right. Just a few strokes later and he couldn't hold back any longer. He 
pumped into her with a last few convulsive strokes and hoarsely called out 
against her shoulder. 
She absorbed his cries into her body but didn't make a sound. 
****** 
Mulder tensely listened. After he heard the sound of ripping fabric there was 
silence. He heard Krycek quietly reassure Scully and was slightly relieved to 
realize that Krycek wasn't planning on being brutal with her. That didn't help 
the agony in his soul, but it did help him maintain some semblance of control. 
He wasn't sure he could stay silent if Scully started screaming. 
He heard another rustling movement then a sex-drenched moan that was so deep it 
had to come from Krycek. He strained to hear any clue as to what was going on 
just a few feet away from him, but the cell was too dark and all sound had 
stopped. Then Krycek let out a harsh grunt and Mulder tensed. There was silence 
for a long agonizing moment. 
After an eternity, Mulder heard Krycek whisper some reassuring words to Scully. 
Mulder strained to listen but didn't hear any response from Scully. 
Mulder heard a faint rustling movement. Straining to hear with his whole body 
there was nothing again for a long time. Until a harsh, panting grunt slapped at 
him from out of the darkness. He wanted to howl. This wasn't happening. This 
couldn't happen. But it was. 
Krycek was making a hoarse, rhythmic grunting sound now, barely audible. But 
Mulder was listening with his whole body. He thought he could hear the beating 
of their hearts from across the room. He heard a hoarse, muffled shout then 
silence. 
****** 
Krycek became aware that she was limply leaning against his shoulder. She still 
hadn't made a sound. He was beginning to become uncomfortable with her silence. 
He uneasily realized she hadn't made a sound for quite some time. Even as she'd 
driven him over the edge with her body, she'd never made a sound. Now that he 
could think again he was finding that strange. 
"Scully?" he said hesitantly. "Dana?" He wasn't used to feeling this unsure, but 
her complete and total silence gave him no clue to her mood, and the darkness 
hid her reaction. He suddenly found he desperately wanted to know what her 
reaction was. 
But she didn't respond, only continued to lean limply against his shoulder, not 
even trying to pull her hips away from his. 
He slowly pushed her away until his body slid free of hers. Still she made no 
sound. "Dana?" 
He hadn't broken her, had he? She was so silent. He could barely hear her 
breathe. "Dana?" 
"Are you done?" she asked quietly, distantly. 
He was taken aback. He didn't know what to say. 
"Are you done?" she asked again, insistently. 
"Yes," he answered quietly. 
"Then let me up." Her voice was eerily calm, matter-of-fact. 
"I-" Suddenly he didn't know what to say, what to do. He hadn't thought about 
this part, what he was going to do after. His immediate driving need had been to 
become buried in her as quickly as possible. He hadn't thought. 
Which was his usual problem. He didn't think. 
****** 
Mulder heard Krycek's voice, sounding uncertain. "Scully?" The uncertainty in 
his voice shook Mulder. Krycek never sounded uncertain. Even if he *was* 
uncertain, he never sounded that way. He listened to Krycek continue to call 
Scully's name until he got a response. 
Her tone was so calm and distant as she asked if he was done, as if his answer 
didn't really effect her. Worry quickly swamped Mulder. 
Mulder heard Krycek's stumbling answer and decided that now was the time. He 
mumbled incoherently and shifted his long body. Silence. The faint rustling of 
clothes. 
"Here," Mulder heard Krycek whisper. "Here's the key to your and Mulder's cuffs. 
I'll leave the door open. In about fifteen minutes I'll start a diversion on the 
other side of the compound and you and Mulder slip out. He should be awake by 
then." Mulder heard him hesitate then, "Scully, I didn't mean..." He trailed off 
then tried again. "I didn't do this to hurt you or humiliate you. I'm sorry if 
that's how you feel. It was only about pleasure. Mine *and* yours." 
Isn't that sweet, Mulder thought. He was going to kill him. 
Krycek waited but there was no response. Mulder heard the door unlock and then 
creak open. A thin sliver of light cut into the darkness, almost blinding after 
the black of the cell. Then the light was blocked as Krycek slipped outside, 
pulling the door closed behind him. 
Then Scully was by his side, calmly professional as always. 
"Mulder? Mulder, wake up." Her hands found his and she quickly freed him from 
his cuffs. 
He groaned. "Scully?" he called hoarsely, deliberately sounding confused. Her 
hands stroked down his arms to his shoulder and then over his head, checking the 
bump swelling there. 
"Shh, Mulder. You're going to be all right," she reassured. "Can you sit up?" 
"Yeah," he mumbled back. He marveled that she wasn't falling apart. But he 
should have expected it. The lady was made of iron. 
As she helped him sit up, he mumbled, "Scully? I thought I heard Krycek?" He 
felt her arm tense briefly where it lay wrapped around his shoulders then relax. 

"He was here," she confirmed. "He's going to help us escape. Are you up to 
running?" 
"If it's away from here, hell, yeah," he answered. 
She didn't respond to that, merely helped him stand. As they moved to the door, 
Mulder quickly regained strength and control of his limbs until he didn't need 
to lean on Scully at all. He cracked the door open and watched the silent 
corridor. 
The silence stretched between them. While at any other time he probably wouldn't 
have even noticed the silence as they tensely waited for their chance to make a 
break, now it weighed on him heavily. 
Finally he decided to obliquely come at the question he really wanted to ask. 
"Are you all right, Scully? They didn't hurt you, did they?" He held his breath, 
waiting for the answer. 
"No, Mulder," she answered patiently. "They didn't hurt me. You're the one that 
got knocked out and beat up." She went on, her voice scolding and a little 
sharp. "If you keep rushing into these situations without a better plan than 
'let's sneak in', you're going to get worse than just beat up one of these 
days." 
Worse than just getting beat up has already happened, he thought. And he didn't 
know what he could do to fix it or help her. He couldn't even talk to her about 
it. 
He knew he shouldn't even touch her after such an experience, but he couldn't 
help himself. He blindly reached for her and gripped her shoulder lightly. He 
felt her tense under his touch momentarily before she forced herself to relax. A 
needle of pain went into his heart. 
"But you'll always be there to dig us out of all the trouble I get us into, 
Scully. I don't know what I'd do without you." 
He felt her relax even more after his words. Her hand came up to cover his, 
squeezing lightly. "I don't know what you'd do without me, either," she 
commented lightly. But he was relieved to hear a note of affectionate teasing in 
her tone. 
He couldn't *begin* to figure out how he was going to fix this. Killing Krycek 
was first on his list of things to try, though. 
Silence fell between them again as they waited but this time it didn't weigh on 
Mulder so horribly. Soon they heard a commotion start outside and then shots 
were fired. They waited a second but no one came running down the corridor. They 
carefully made their way down the hall and outside. 
They paused at the door to the outside, looking around. Krycek had done a good 
job. All the activity was oriented around the other side of the compound. They 
exited and hurried through the night towards the fence, trying to keep low. They 
slipped through the unguarded gate and dashed into the woods. They went a couple 
hundred yards then paused to listen for any pursuit. 
They didn't hear anything. Just as they were beginning to wonder which direction 
they should go, Krycek stepped out from behind a tree. 
Mulder tensed, fighting back the impulse to jump him and strangle the life out 
of him. He didn't have any reason to jump him. Krycek had just helped them 
escape. Mulder should be reluctantly grateful, not homicidal. 
Mulder imagined he could still smell the hot stink of sex on him from yards 
away. He fought it back. I can't kill him, he repeated silently to himself. If 
he did, Scully might begin to wonder at his bizarre reaction. She was a smart 
woman. She might figure it out. He couldn't hurt her like that. She'd been hurt 
enough. 
"Krycek," he hissed. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Scully flinch and make 
an aborted attempt to hide behind him. But the impulse was strangled before it 
was fully formed. The only reason he noticed it was because he was watching for 
it. Now she stood calmly at his side. Silent. 
Krycek saw Scully flinch back but nothing of the pain he felt at her reaction 
was revealed on his face. He wondered at the regret he felt. Not for touching 
her. He could never regret that. He regretted that he might have hurt her more 
than he thought, in ways he couldn't see. 
He covered his confused reaction and gave them a cocky smile. 
"Here." He tossed a set of keys to Mulder. "Keep going straight on for a couple 
hundred more yards. You'll come to a dirt road. Your car is parked there. All 
your belongings are in it." 
"Thanks, Krycek." Mulder was calm. No one could tell that plans for homicide 
were going on behind his mild eyes. 
"No problem," Krycek answered confidently. "You owe me one." 
"Yeah," Mulder agreed, his voice suddenly guttural. "I owe you one." 
His tone made Krycek pause. But after that small hesitation, he disappeared back 
into the darkness. Mulder and Scully made their way through the woods to their 
car. 
Scully was silent all the way home. 
End.