From: "Satina" To: "Whispers" Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW FIC: Hard To Get, M/K, NC-17 Date: Wednesday, September 11, 2002 1:34 AM Title: Hard to Get Author: Satina Date: First posted September 10, 2002 Pairing: M/K Ah-ha-hallll the way. Rating: NC-17 and THEN some. Archive: If you beg me. Feedback: I'm a slut for it. satina@hegalplace.com Series/Sequel: Sequel to The Pick-Up Artist Spoilers: See if you can guess where Mulder gets his ideas. My website: http://www.hegalplace.com/satina Disclaimers: MINE. Warnings: Non-con...sorta...but not really...the boys just play rough. Summary: This time, Krycek gets to do the picking up. Notes: This is a happy birthday wish to my beautiful, sexy, loving woman, Shan. Here's to many, many more. I love you. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The raven-haired man slinks past the doorman with a wink and a quirk of the lips, licking them just once for the benefit of the waiting crowd. He ignores the shouted propositions as he ducks inside. Immediately upon entering, his hips begin minutely thrusting to the driving beat of the music as he stands and scans the crowd. A man sidles up next to him, whispering something in his ear, smiling. He looks sideways for half-a- second and then starts walking without even giving the man a reply. He doesn't see the scowl on the other man's face. It wouldn't matter if he did. He's found his target. A slow smile curls his pretty pink lips. He slides through the surging throng of men, again moving to the music without being aware of it. He stops in front of his intended prey and waits for the man to stop half-heartedly laughing at his companion's joke. When he's caught the man's eye, he licks a slow path from one corner of his mouth to another, then raises his black-gloved hand and wipes the corners with thumb and forefinger as if tidying himself after a messy snack. He looks straight into the other's eyes. "Just knowing you're alive makes my cock ache." The man makes no response, but his tongue flicks out momentarily over his full lower lip and he doesn't look away. The man on his right nestles up close to him, sliding a hand down over his leather-clad ass possessively. The man doesn't seem to notice, staring at this dark, beautiful interloper. "Got plans for the evening?" The dark beauty licks his lips while looking over the man slowly, lingering on what appears to be a growing bulge. "Yes, he does," says the blonde to Mulder's right. "Get the fuck out of here." His blue eyes are cold as he looks Krycek over from head to foot, evaluating the threat. "That's exactly what I'm trying to do," rumbles Krycek with a slow smile into Mulder's eyes. "Get that tall, lean, beautiful fuck out of here." He switches his attention to the blonde, eyes going hard. The blonde swallows hard but stands his ground. Mulder smiles. Krycek looks back at him and arches his brows in blatant invitation. The blonde huffs. "You wouldn't know what to do with a fine thoroughbred like this, anyway," he says, earning a narrowing of the eyes as his target shifts his attention once more from Mulder to him. "Street rat," he adds snidely. At that, Mulder's smile widens and he casually reaches around behind his companion, squeezing his ass in appreciation. Krycek's smile is cold. "I think a thoroughbred like this *needs* a hot little street rat to bend over for him." He looks directly into Mulder's eyes again and finds them struggling to contain a twinkle. "I think he'd be bored with anything else." The blonde scowls, reaching across Mulder's front with his free hand and trailing his nails down the hard ridge at his crotch. Mulder inhales sharply. Krycek's eyes narrow to flinty slits. "Well, what about it, gorgeous," the blonde purrs, rubbing his own erection against Mulder's slim hip. "Are you bored?" Mulder looks away from Krycek for the first time since catching sight of him, giving his companion a contemplative onceover. He turns back to Krycek, licks his lips, and finally speaks. "I think you're all talk, Sparkie," he drawls, flicking his eyes from Krycek's silky dark head to his black-booted feet. He slowly tracks up the black leather pants, focusing in on the hard bulge accenting them, then up the harnessed chest, gaze flicking from one strap-framed nipple to the other. Finally, he lazily returns his attention to Krycek's face. Krycek bears all of this unflinchingly, a smug smile on his lips. "Oh, I can do a hell of a lot more than just *talk* with this mouth, foxy," he breathes. Mulder's smile diminishes slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Can you take pain, rat?" he asks, licking his front teeth, then his lip, biting it. "Because I like a little pain with my pleasure." The blonde eyes him a little warily, brow furrowing slightly. Krycek's grin just widens. "I can take it anyway you can give it to me, baby," he says, absently thumbing his own nipple with his gloved right hand. The blonde has stopped his humping of Mulder's hip, looking speculatively from one man to the other. He speaks, tearing Mulder's gaze away from Krycek's thumb for a split second. "So, how rough do you like it?" he asks, stroking over Mulder's silk-shirted chest placatingly. Mulder gives him his attention for a moment, before returning it to Krycek's hand, which has begun to pinch and pull at his own nipple. When he answers, his voice is breathy. "Cuffs, some hitting, lotta throwing around, maybe over the hood of a car, up against a wall...I like to make 'em scream." He slowly lets his gaze trail up Krycek's chest and neck to his eyes, unsmiling. Krycek's smile is gone, his eyes dark. "What the fuck are we waiting for?" he breathes. "Lose the wanna-be and grab yourself some of the real thing." He turns, giving Mulder one last come-hither glance over his shoulder, then starts walking slowly through the crowd of men. Mulder turns to the blonde, shrugs, then slides his hand off the man's ass, giving it a parting pinch, striding after Krycek. The blonde stands with his mouth open but makes no protest, a slight crease to his brow. He licks his lips and takes a deep breath, then spots a likely target at the bar and starts to make his way over. Mulder follows Krycek, two steps behind, until they're in the far reaches of the parking lot, neither man saying a word. As Krycek leads him over to a black jaguar, Mulder scans the area to make sure no one is around. This is where the employees park, so they're a hundred feet from anyone, in relative darkness. Just as Krycek slows in front of the car, Mulder reaches forward with his left hand, grabbing him by the hair, jerking his head back and stepping in close. Krycek gasps as Mulder puts his mouth up to his ear. "So you like it rough, do you, fucktoy?" he growls, pulling hard enough to arch Krycek's neck. Then he fastens his mouth to the pale throat like a vampire, groaning. Krycek cries out, the sound choked by his stretched throat, but before he can even answer, Mulder's wrenching his face around by the hair, taking his mouth roughly, abandoning the vivid red mark he's just made. Krycek moans and whines into Mulder's mouth, his body threatening to collapse as Mulder wraps his arm around to the front, gripping his crotch and holding him up by it while he kisses him. Krycek's hands open and close at his sides, not finding purchase anywhere, his balance gone as he exists between the grip Mulder has on his hair, his mouth, and his cock. Mulder quickly unfastens Krycek's leather pants with his hand, reaching in and grabbing his cock roughly, squeezing hard. Krycek cries out into Mulder's mouth, bucking his hips forward into the touch. Mulder lets his mouth and hair go, turning him around by the grip on his cock, then shoves him back onto the hood of the car, which fortunately does not erupt with an alarm. Krycek's head hits the hood with a dull thunk, and he blinks rapidly, then rolls his eyes as Mulder's left hand slams into the hood next to his face, his right ripping open his own fly, freeing his rock-hard cock. Mulder sinks down onto him with a groan, taking his mouth again as their rigid cocks mash together. Krycek scrambles for purchase on the hood of the car, unable to spread his legs as widely as he'd like, his pants still wrapped around his thighs. He growls into Mulder's mouth in frustration, slamming his fists into the hood. Mulder raises his mouth off Krycek's, licking his lips and smirking. "Thought you said cuffs," Krycek gasps out. "Goin' soft on me, G-man?" "Smart-assed little bastard," Mulder says in a low rumble, holding Krycek in place with his groin, reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket and extracting said restraints. He stands, grabbing Krycek by the straps on his harness and yanking him up off the hood of the car. "Take 'em off and assume the position," he says, leveling his gaze into steely green eyes. Krycek smiles, never taking his eyes off Mulder as he toes off his boots and pushes his pants down, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. He turns and leans over the hood of the car, legs spread wide, balls hanging heavy between them. Mulder licks his lips furiously, pushing his own pants further down his legs to give him more mobility. He presses his cock between Krycek's slightly spread asscheeks, groaning and gripping his hips, cuffs swinging from his right hand. "That feel soft?" he says breathlessly, rubbing himself hard up and down between Krycek's full, round cheeks. "Ffffffuck..." Krycek gasps in reply, pushing back against Mulder, head bowed low, the tendons on his arms standing out in sharp relief as he strains to meet Mulder's every thrust. Mulder reaches forward, grabbing one strong wrist and pulling it out from under Krycek, placing it at the small of his back. Krycek falls forward onto the hood of the car with a loud grunt, turning his head to the side as Mulder brings his other wrist around, cuffing them both quickly. "You have the right to remain silent," he gasps, rifling in his pocket for a packet of lube. "Anything you say can and will be used to make me want to fuck you harder." He rips open the packet with his teeth, holding Krycek down on the hood of the car with one hand while squeezing the packet, sloppily covering his hand with the slippery gel. He throws the packet to the ground, quickly slicking up his throbbing cock, moaning and thrusting into his own grip as Krycek gasps and whines below him, humping himself against the cold, black metal of the hood. Mulder notices the writhing. "Slut," he barks, delivering a stinging slap to the pale backside. Krycek gasps and cries out, arching and gritting his teeth. Mulder bends in low, grabbing Krycek's hair again. "Now don't you fucking come until I tell you to," he growls, shaking his head for emphasis, slippery cock sliding up between Krycek's asscheeks again. Krycek whines deep in his throat, hissing, as Mulder holds him by the hair and lines his cock up with his hole. "Slut like you should be used to taking it raw," he says, then places his cock at Krycek's hole and shoves hard, sinking one-third of his long cock deeply into his ass. "Ahhhh!!" Krycek yells, eyes shut tight, mouth open and gasping, tears squeezing from the corners of his eyes. "Shhhh..." Mulder soothes him, never lessening the grip on his hair, but licking a path up the side of his throat. He pushes in more slowly now, rocking his way in to the sounds of Krycek's whimpers, eyes squeezed tightly shut, mouth a tight line of concentration. Finally, he's buried up to the balls, and he lets out his breath in a long, loud, shuddering gasp right into Krycek's ear. "Ffffffuck that's good..." Krycek jerks and shivers, adjusting to the invasion of his body with short, shallow, panting breaths. Mulder gives him a moment, then groans and pulls half-way out, shoving back in hard with a grunt. He bends in and opens his mouth on the back of Krycek's neck, sinking his teeth into the hard muscles there gently, beginning to pump in a steady rhythm. Krycek's sobs only seem to inflame him further, making him readjust his grip on the shock of sweaty, dark hair and fuck him harder, the low jangle of the handcuff chain chiming to the climbing tempo. "You've...always...wanted..." he grunts, fucking on the words. "my cock...up your ass...haven't you...rat?" "OhJesusohfuckohyeahhh..." groans Krycek. "Every fucking day since I met you." Mulder clenches his jaw, fucking him even harder. "You're mine to fuck," he grits out. "Understand? You bend over whenever I tell you to." "Ohhhh..." whines Krycek, losing the power of speech. "Pleasepleaseplease touch me. Please, Mulder, please just touch me." "I'll touch you when I'm ready," gasps Mulder, losing his breath, sweaty hands sliding on the hood where they're supporting him over Krycek's body. "Right now you just lie there while I come up your ass!" "Nnuuhh!" cries Krycek desperately, and Mulder goes rigid, mouth open on a groaning yell. "Kryyyyahhhh!" and he's coming hard, jerking his hips, pumping into Krycek over and over. He falls over him, gasping and shaking. Krycek's moaning and sobbing, moving his hips against the hood of the car, and Mulder hauls himself up and out of Krycek dazedly, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up. "Get up," he says throatily, jerking Krycek up by the straps on his harness. "Ah!" Krycek cries out as Mulder jerks him to his feet and spins him around. Then Mulder takes his mouth in a hard, long, deep kiss, and he has to hold Krycek up with both arms as Krycek's body goes slack, his dripping cock sliding against the black leather of Mulder's pants. "C'mere," Mulder says into Krycek's mouth, manhandling him around the corner of the car and slamming his back up against the driver's side door. He immediately sinks to his knees as Krycek's head falls back against the top of the car, his mouth open, brows arched like he can't get enough oxygen. "You can come now," says Mulder with a smirk, then he opens his mouth wide and sucks Krycek down to the root. "JESUSFUCKAHHH!!!!" screams Krycek, bucking wildly, fucking his come down Mulder's throat, tears squeezing from the corners of his eyes, running down into his hair as his head slams back against the top of the car. Mulder grunts and swallows rapidly, working his throat to accomodate the rush of semen, letting Krycek use his face to pump it all out. Finally, Krycek comes down off his toes, legs shaking, and Mulder slowly sucks his way to the tip of his glistening cock, letting it go with a last licking kiss which makes Krycek's whole body twitch. Mulder then stands up and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, stepping in to take Krycek's spent, sweaty, trembling body in his arms. "Kiss me, beautiful?" he asks, leaning in toward Krycek's panting face. "Mmm.." Krycek answers, raising his head far enough to fasten his lips to Mulder's, kissing him sloppily, still gasping for breath through his nose. Mulder breaks the kiss, stroking his hand through Krycek's dark, sweaty hair, placing feathery kisses on his jaw and closed eyes. He pulls Krycek's body up away from the car and reaches down to the cuffs, then stops. "Umm..." he says into Krycek's hair. "Wha...?" Krycek says distantly, eyes still closed. "I uh...forgot the key." At that, Krycek's eyes flutter open. "Huh?" Mulder arches his brows sheepishly. "I forgot the key." "Fox..." "I know! I know...I'm sorry...at least I turned off the car alarm before throwing you down on the hood." Krycek, still breathing heavily, frowns, a small crinkle appearing between his brows. "Oh baby, I'm sorry," pleads Mulder, bending forward to kiss the tiny wrinkle. "I'm pretty sure I know where it is." "What?!" cries Krycek, eyes wide. "I think I dropped it in the drawer by the can opener last time," he says, kissing his way down the side of Krycek's face and neck, stroking over the scraped and bruised wrists lovingly. Krycek sighs deeply, relenting somewhat. "Well, you know you're driving us home now," he says, tilting his head to the side to let Mulder continue making it up to him. "And just for this, you have to clean both bathrooms for a month." "A month?" Mulder cries in protest, lifting his lips from Krycek's neck. "That's harsh!" "Did I tell you you could stop kissing me?" warns Krycek, a smile playing on his lips. "Be grateful I don't make you change the catbox, too." Mulder reapplies himself to the task of kissing Krycek, nibbling on his earlobe. "Oh, I am grateful, Lexi, I swear. You name it, I'm yours, as long as it doesn't involve Tidy Cat." "I name it, huh?" says Krycek, perking up. Mulder stops, turning his head to look at Krycek warily. "Yeah," he says a bit worriedly. "Um...what do you want, snookums?" Krycek makes a face like he just ate something foul. "First of all, *never* call me snookums again," he says, making his eyes hard and cold. "Second of all, go get my pants and my boots and put 'em back on me." Mulder nods, stepping away. "And third of all...." Mulder stops. "Third of all?" "Next time *I* get to play hard-to-get," he finishes, smiling smugly. Mulder grins mischeviously. "But that never works," he says, looking at Krycek from under his lashes. "You're too much of a horny slut to play hard to get." He bites his lip. Krycek narrows his eyes in mock anger. "Just get the fucking pants," he says, not quite hiding his smile. Mulder does. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Heeheehee...I'm embarassed to even read this. :-9' Happy Birthday, my sweet Shan. satina@hegalplace.com Peace, Love, and Light Always, ~Satina My stuff: http://www.hegalplace.com/satina MSKipperVille (M/Sc/K, M/K, and Sc/K): http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MSKipperVille