TITLE: "Feelin' Love" (a fantasy)
AUTHOR: Isahunter
RATING: NC17
CATEGORY: m/m/f threesome, Slash, Violence, Humor
SPOILERS: Anything up to "One Son" is fair game.
ARCHIVE: Definitely!
FEEDBACK: Isahunter@aol.com
DISCLAIMER: Krycek and Mulder are property of CC, Ten-Thirteen and FOX. 
However, Sabryn Jaegar is all mine!
SUMMARY: Sweet dreams are made of this....

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I stare up at the glittering canopy, eyes wide with wonder, doing my best 
imitation of a slack-jawed tourist. Instead of heading for the showy glitz of 
the Strip, I'd chosen a four star hotel in downtown Las Vegas. Standing before 
the facade of the Golden Nugget, it's the first time I've seen Fremont Street in 
all its splendid glory. Swing music blasts out of pole-mounted speakers with 
better sound quality than many movie theaters. Running the length of the street, 
in a continuous arch, millions of flashing bulbs project an animated light show 
more impressive than anything Disney could ever come up with.

Still, even with the light show clear as day, the rest of the street looks 
slightly blurry, as if I need glasses.

"I knew someone who had been here before, and I've seen it on TV, but never in 
person. It's pretty."

I turn to the person next to me, startled by his presence. Alex, dressed in 
black as always, meets my glance with a bored stare. "Can we go inside now?"

"If you're in so much of a hurry, sure."

I grab his sleeve, following him through the crowd, frowning slightly at the 
mime and purple gorilla we pass.

"Isn't it a little late for Halloween?"

Alex never answers, merely leads me into the decadent white and gold lobby of 
the resort. The marble pillars and shiny floors make my breath catch. How the 
hell are we going to afford this place? Stopping before the elevators, Alex 
pushes the up button.

"Don't we need to check in?"

"No."

"Your usual talkative self, I see. Well, where is our luggage?"

"Don't need any."

The elevator doors open and Fox Mulder stands in the open car, leaning casually 
against the wall in his Armani suit. I am about to comment on my surprise at his 
presence when Alex steps forward, grabs the man's tie, and pulls him into a 
passionate kiss.

"What the--" After several minutes of stunned silence, I nervously giggle. "Now 
there's something you don't see every day."

It is erotic to be sure. Two of the most gorgeous men I've ever met, sucking and 
biting at each other like long-lost lovers. Stepping into the elevator, I lean 
back and watch the show with amazement. They don't even seem to notice the doors 
closing.

"I thought you guys hated each other."

Mulder pulls away slightly, still caressing Alex's ass. "You always hurt the one 
you love."

"You aren't mad?" Alex asks me.

"Well...I think I would be if you were kissing some woman, but this...this is 
kinda sexy." I can't believe I just said that. "I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

The little woman next to me pops up out of nowhere. "Of course you are. I told 
you that you'd only fit into that dress in your dreams."

I glare at the saleswoman from Mira's boutique, before glancing down at my own 
body. Wow. I tried on the floor-length, backless gown once before on a whim, but 
hadn't been able to squeeze it past my ample hips. Brushing my hands over the 
red velvet, I grin. My ass hasn't been this small in years. If ever.

Staring back at the woman, I tell her to "Go to hell," and watch her disappear 
before my eyes.

Turning back to the boys, watching them rub up against one another like kittens, 
I clear my throat. "You know, I do look pretty hot, all alone over here." I 
can't help throwing in a sexy pout.

As Mulder steps away from Alex and crosses the space to pull me into his arms, 
it's the last thing I would have expected. Not that I'm complaining, but when 
those full lips descend to claim mine I shoot Alex a nervous glance.

My God, Mulder has the most amazing lower lip I've ever seen.

He doesn't kiss like Alex, doesn't ravage my mouth with intensity, but takes his 
time with kisses as soft as his lips. A hushed moan reverberates in my throat 
and makes me quiver. I wrap my arms around his neck, standing on tip-toe, taking 
full advantage of the moment. Yet when the little bell rings and the elevator 
doors open, Mulder is pulled right out of my arms.

I gasp, watching as Alex throws him against the opposite wall and punches him 
hard in the stomach. Picking up the hem of my long dress, revealing bare feet, I 
hurry out of the elevator.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Neither of them answer; they're too busy beating the shit out of each other. 
Punches fly, hotel property is smashed, and the sound of grunts fill the 
hallway. I wince, watching Mulder take a particularly vicious hit to face that 
draws blood.

"This is really mature. Any minute now I'm going to start hearing the musical 
score of West Side Story."

Mulder gurgles, trying to wrench Alex's hands off his throat, before ramming his 
knee into my lover's crotch. The strangle hold is released immediately as Alex 
doubles over and groans. Infuriated, I start to step forward, ready to fight 
Mulder myself, when the agent takes off his suit jacket and throws it in my 
direction. "Hold this."

Mulder slams his knee into Alex's stomach, bashing him over the head. But as he 
falls to his knees, Mulder drags him up once again, pinning him to the wall and 
punching his face.

"Damn it, Sabryn, start dreaming that I'm winning!" Alex yells, his voice 
slurred.

"I'm trying!"

Alex hits back once, twice, gaining confidence, but my attention is diverted as 
a little old couple steps out of their hotel room and gasps at the sight before 
them. They edge past, their eyes wide with fear. Reaching into Mulder's coat, I 
grab his badge and flip it open.

"FBI...everything is under control. Go about your business."

They scurry past, heading for the stairwell, and as I return my attention to the 
fight, I see that Alex is losing badly. Cut and bloodied, leaning heavily 
against the wall with exhaustion, he doesn't even bother to defend himself.

I have to do something.

Hastily pulling the key card out of Mulder's wallet, I open the door to the 
nearby suite, grab Mulder's arm, and drag him inside. Seemingly on his last 
breath, Alex follows. He collapses into the chair by the table, dabbing at a cut 
on his lip.

Breathing raggedly, Mulder glares at him. "Had enough?"

"I think you've both had enough," I interrupt. "Jesus, why couldn't I have one 
of my normal dreams, about being a lizard and hiding under the bed to escape the 
communists?"

They both stare at me.

"Never mind."

I step forward, looking at Alex's wounds, only to be grabbed from behind and 
pulled back against Mulder's chest. My lower back presses against his crotch and 
my eyes fly open wide.

Hello!

Mulder traces his fingers against my neck, tickling, deliberately taunting Alex. 
"You don't mind if I sample, do you, Krycek?"

Alex grits his teeth, looking about ready to spring, but as he moves to stand, 
he clutches his side in pain. My own side aches in sympathy. This was my dream, 
and by damned I'm not going to have him in pain. Willing it away, I suddenly 
lose concentration at the feel of Mulder's hands opening the clasp behind my 
neck.

The front of my dress falls away, exposing my obviously excited breasts. I can 
feel the heat in my face immediately. Nibbling my ear, Mulder cups me in his 
hands. Why the hell do I feel so tipsy all of the sudden? He pinches and pulls 
at my nipples, making them harder than they already were, drawing an audible 
growl out of Alex's throat. My God...is this turning him on?

I forget to protest as my dress is pushed off my hips and puddles on the floor. 
Can do nothing but bite my lip as Mulder's hands slide around my naked hips to 
delve into the tangle of dark curls between my legs. And when those long fingers 
slide even deeper, making me clutch his arm, Alex watches with rapt attention. 
Instead of getting to his feet to kill his adversary, he slides his hand down to 
massage the bulge in his jeans.

"What do you think, Sabryn," Mulder whispers in my ear. "Do you want to play 
with us?"

I lick my lips and nod. Oh, hell yes!

Those fingers...oh those damnable, all-knowing fingers. Slick with moisture, 
dancing across the folds of my sex, mercilessly teasing my clit. Torture. Pure 
wonderful torture. And when he walks me over to the bed, pushing me onto the 
mattress, I damned near forget Alex is even in the room.

Mulder's mouth on my nipples, pulling hard. His hands on my skin, roaming, 
tickling. His body sliding down mine, his hands parting my thighs, his mouth 
settling on me in a delirious kiss. Oh fuck, yes! I arch my back, pushing myself 
harder against him, unable to get enough. He definitely knows what he's was 
doing. The combination of his mouth and fingers is driving me fast towards a 
heart attack. Yet before I can claim the fantastic orgasm I'm reaching for, he 
pulls away.

No!

I look down to see Alex, completely nude and aroused--Shit, he's gorgeous--
kissing Mulder's mouth. I lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, squirming 
at the sight of their tongues entering each other's mouths. Somehow, I can 
remember wishing to see such a sight once before.

But after a few more minutes, the throbbing ache between my legs isn't going to 
be ignored. "Would you two like to be alone?"

Smirking, Alex grabs my hands and pulls me to my knees beside them.

Odd...he has two arms.

"Help me, baby," Alex says, reaching up to loosen Mulder's tie.

My hands shake as I reach for the agent's belt. Unbuckling it, I pull the long 
strip of leather from his pants. Unfastening and delving into Mulder's slacks, I 
run my fingers over the bulge in his shorts until he shudders. Pushing his hand 
down over mine, he presses harder, groaning in approval as I wrap my fingers 
around his solid length.

Mercy...I'm playing with the big boys now.

Alex pushes Mulder's shirt off his shoulders, peeling it away from his body and 
dropping it to the floor. He laps and bites at the other man's nipples like a 
starving child. I can barely contain my squirming. Easing Mulder's slacks off 
his hips, I stare down at his groin in amazement. Who knew the man carried a 
fire hose in his pants? Already leaking enough to create a wet spot on his 
boxers, his cock strains towards my every movement. Dragging the fabric out of 
the way, I lean forward on my hands and knees and take him into my mouth.

He jerks at the touch of my tongue, slides back and forth over the wet surface 
in shallow strokes. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Mulder and Alex's 
fingers tangled together in a tight fist, stroking the length of my lover's 
erection. It's a good thing I'm already on my knees or I might have collapsed at 
the sight.

"I want to fuck her."

The harsh whisper is a lightning bolt through my veins. I glance up to see them 
staring at each other, all movement ceased. Mulder has asked for something Alex 
clearly does not want to give...and yet it isn't his decision.

I meet Alex's gaze in a silent battle of wills. He doesn't own me. We've made no 
commitments, and his reluctance to do so only makes me all the more rebellious. 
He isn't about to take me for granted. If he wants me, he has to prove it. 
Besides, this is my dream, and I'll do as I please.

"Share, and share alike, right, Alex? You want both of us, you're going to have 
to share me with him, too."

Blinking slowly in acceptance, Alex steps off the bed and crosses the room. For 
a moment, I think he's going to leave. But instead of putting on his clothes, he 
grabs a hand full of condoms out of his coat pocket.

Mulder smirks. "He's a regular boy scout."

"Always *come* prepared," Alex replies.

"I think that's 'always *be* prepared,'" I suggest.

"Maybe it's 'Always faithful'?"

Mulder shakes his head. "No, that's the Marines."

We all grin at once. "Mmm, yeah, Marines."

Alex tosses one of the gold coins to me and I sit back on my heels to catch my 
breath. Opening the package, I can't stifle a giggle.

"Whatever I ate before going to bed, I'm going to eat it every day for the rest 
of my life."

I roll the condom onto Mulder's swollen shaft, deliberately teasing him with my 
fingers. I can't help but wonder what Scully would think if she knew what I was 
doing right now. Luckily, she doesn't...I'm not in any hurry to have my ass 
kicked.

Before I can continue my slow seduction, Alex climbs on the bed behind me and 
turns me on my knees to face him.

"I want to watch you when you come."

I damned near do just that, at his words alone. Yet when I feel Mulder moving 
behind me, his swollen cock brushing against my ass, his knees pushing my thighs 
even further apart, his fingers spreading me open, I feel a shudder go through 
me from my head to my toes. Alex holds my gaze, watching the change in my 
expression as Mulder pushes inside me. Oh damn...so big. I bite my lip, stifling 
a whimper, grabbing onto Alex's shoulders and digging my fingernails into his 
flesh. The burning invasion between my legs continues what seems like forever 
until he can't move any further. I'm so full of him, so completely stretched and 
impaled that it's hard to catch my breath.

Meeting Mulder's gaze over my shoulder, Alex seems to give him permission to 
move. And when he does, he damned near pushes me into my lover's arms. On 
shaking legs, my knees digging into the mattress, I'm pressed between them, my 
own belly stroking the underside of Alex's cock.

Mulder's hands on my hips, his turgid prick shoving into me over and over, while 
Alex runs his slippery fingers over the spot where we're linked. Lightly 
caressing, stroking, driving me to the point of no return.

I can barely breathe. And yet the spasming breaths I do pull in reek of sex and 
sweat, pungent and sinful. I can feel Alex cupping Mulder's balls, stroking 
them, using the heel of his hand to rub to my aching clit. My sweaty hands 
clench on his shoulders and I lean forward, burying my face against his neck as 
the man fucking me quickens his pace. He has to feel me tightening around him, 
squeezing his cock as hard as I can. And when the sweet shock waves of my climax 
hit me, he freezes in place to appreciate the rhythmic contractions of my 
satisfied cunt.

God, I'm even starting to talk like a slut.

Boneless and sated, I feel Mulder gently pull out of me while Alex lifts my head 
for a thorough kiss. And as they settle me down onto the mattress, I realize the 
evening is just beginning. Mulder is still as hard as rock, and so is Alex. I 
lay back against the pillows, giggling softly as aftershocks run through my 
veins, watching Mulder discard the condom as Alex puts on one of his own. I know 
what's happening next, and I can feel my excitement building all over again.

Mulder kneels in front of the headboard, grabbing the wooden frame, positioning 
himself just inches from me. A more than enticing view. But my attention is 
riveted elsewhere. Without lubrication of his own, Alex dips his fingers between 
my legs and coats them mine. I catch my breath, shifting my hips, prolonging the 
contact as much as possible. And when he shoves one of those slippery fingers 
between the cheeks of Mulder's ass, I damn near scream aloud. Probing, 
stretching, making the agent groan deep in his throat. Alex grins as he sees the 
other man throw his head back in rapture.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he blew his load right here," Alex tells me.

The dirty sound of his voice makes me shudder.

"He wants you to fuck him, Alex."

"I think there's something he wants even more, baby."

"Oh, and what's that?" Mulder asks, in a harsh voice.

Looking back at me, my lover says, "I think he wants you to suck him."

I look up to see Mulder nodding vigorously.

"I don't know if I can open my mouth that wide."

They both laugh, even though I was serious. Still, taking him in my hand, I have 
to smile as he twitches at my touch. Sliding even closer, I trace the head of 
his prick with the tip of my tongue and am rewarded with an appreciative moan. 
Taking my time, in excruciatingly slow movements, I nibble my way down his shaft 
and lap at his heavy balls. Before I can take his cock into my mouth, I feel 
Alex seize my hips.

"You don't mind, do you?" he asks, a second before sliding his penis inside 
me...coating the rubber he's wearing in viscous fluid. I can't reply; I don't 
even have time to enjoy it. The next thing I know, Mulder's hips suddenly push 
forward as Alex starts filling his ass.

I have only moments to become familiar with the rhythm my lover sets before I am 
nearly choked by Mulder's length. With one hand on the headboard, causing it to 
bang against the wall with every thrust, and the other hand on my head, Mulder 
guides my movements. I can feel the control he exerts to keep from smothering 
me. Can feel every little tremor that runs through him as he races closer and 
closer to ejaculation. Between his legs, I can see Alex moving. His balls rising 
as he nears his own orgasm. The sweat rolling down his thighs and soaking into 
the comforter below us. And I'm so wet, so hot and quivering, I think I may just 
come again without being touched at all.

Savage grunts roll out of Alex's mouth, his fingers tightening on Mulder's hips 
until his flesh turns white. Hitting the roof of my mouth, Mulder's cock jerks 
suddenly and shoots sticky, salty semen down my throat. I can barely swallow 
fast enough, can't even manage it all. He curses, clenching his fist in my hair, 
before loosely relaxing his entire body. I glance back at Alex, seeing him 
thrust once, twice, three times before tightly closing his eyes and hissing 
through clenched teeth. I can feel his climax pass through me as if it 
were my own.

Closing my eyes, I feel the bed shift as they move, and Mulder settles down next 
to me, kissing the remaining moisture from my lips. He slings an arm over my 
waist and I sleepily cuddle up against his chest. Behind him, I feel Alex 
entwine his fingers with mine. I imagine I could stay this way forever...but it 
doesn't last.

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Somehow, they must have needed to rest, but I don't remember lying down for more 
than a minute. Before I know it, I am kneeling astride Alex's hips, my lover's 
thick cock buried deep inside my throbbing cunt. My gaze is locked with his, 
unflinching, despite the sensation of Mulder stroking and squeezing my breasts. 
He lies on his side next to us, but I pay him little attention. This time I'm 
focused, intensely concentrated on the smooth thrust and drag of Alex's prick 
inside me. His hand on me guides my movements, timing the pistoning of my hips, 
while his other hand relentlessly tugs at Mulder's stiffening cock. And when he 
increases the pace, I can't bear the rippling tension anymore. I lean backwards, 
bracing my weight on my hands behind me, tilting my pelvis to slide him in and 
out of me, feeling the delicious pressure of Mulder's fingers on my clit. 
Little sparks flash before my eyes, dancing stars shimmering into a powerful 
orgasm.

"I'm coming..."

I don't know if it was me who said it or Alex, but I feel him tense beneath me, 
his back arching in sublime pleasure, a whispered Russian oath leaving his lips. 
A few seconds later, Mulder's own curse breaks the silence.

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I walk out onto the balcony, letting the cool night air wash over my sweaty 
skin, watching the glittering lights of the city that never sleeps. The sounds 
of sweaty bodies moving against one another drift out of the open door behind 
me, and I smile. As I glance over at the man on the balcony next door, my first 
instinct is to shield my nude body from his eyes. But after a moment, I giggle 
to myself and relax.

"Look your fill, honey. If you see something you like, you can always join the 
party."

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