(Title)  Only For His Life 
(Author)  Lea 
(E-mail)  kitchensink7@hotmail.com 
(Rating)  NC-17 
(Spoilers)  Anasazi 
(Keywords)  Scully/Krycek, Skinner/Krycek rape 
(Summary)  An Anonymous note leads Krycek to a place that takes something away 
from him, and gives him something he never thought  he'd have. 

  Disclaimer: I don't own, Scully, Skinner or Krycek. They belong to Chris 
Carter, 1013 Productions and the FOX Network. 

  Disclaimer 2: I realize that Scully and Skinner are out of character, but it's 
for the story. I thought Krycek pretty well in   character, but you never know 
with that guy (As sexy and as hot as he is). 

  Krycek walked, alone, into the empty room. This is where the note told him to 
be. 'Another assignment to kill whoever' he thought to   himself as he closed 
the door behind him.   

  "Krycek, what a pleasant surprise!" Came a fake sounding voice from the other 
side of the dark room.   

   Krycek pulled out his gun. "Who's there?" he asked, recognizing the voice. It 
sounded like- Skinner walked into the light. "Hello, friend." He said sarcastically.
   
  "What do you want Skinner? You want to be left alone? You want me to let you 
off the hook?"   

  "I want you to die, asshole."   

  "Blunt. How sweet G-man. But I'm not going anywhere for a long time."   

  "Fine." Skinner walked over to Krycek and put his hand on his shoulder. Krycek 
stepped back. He knew something wasn't right with   this.   

  "What's wrong, Krycek? Afraid of what I may do to you? I'm not going to do 
anything that won't feel good. It's going to be okay.   It's going to feel 
great."   

  "I'm afraid of what your idea of feeling good is."   

  "Take off your coat, Krycek. In fact, take off all your clothes."   

  He didn't move. "See, this is what I was afraid of...sorry, Skinner, but I don't 
swing that way."   

  Skinner pulled out a gun. "Take off your clothes, dammit! If you don't I will 
shoot you."   

  He shook his head, and began to walk away. Skinner cocked the gun. "Take it 
all off, Krycek."   

  "Okay, Skinner. Fine, but you do remember that I have a gun also." He pulled 
out his gun.   

  Skinner stepped forward and gave Krycek a long kiss, making him drop the gun 
right into his hand.   

  Krycek pulled away. "Shit! Skinner, you are one nasty person."   

  "Now, Krycek, I have your gun. Are you going to take your clothes off, or am I 
going to have to do it for you?"   

  "Fine. If you think a little Russian porn with help you get laid someday, I'm 
game to help." Krycek unbuckled his belt.   

  Skinner smiled. "This is great, but I don't just want to see you naked, 
Krycek. I want you naked under my body, man."   

  Krycek looked up. "No way, Skinner. There is no way in hell, I'm going to be 
your sex toy."     

  Skinner stood right in front of Krycek. He held the button of Krycek's jeans 
in his hand, and unbuttoned it. He grabbed the zipper   and pulled it down. 

"I'll do it for you."     

  Krycek got a disgusted look on his face. "Skinner, you can go find yourself a 
hooker, okay?"   

  Skinner laughed. "No last time I did that I got accused of murder. If I kill 
you, all they will do is give me a medal. I should at   least get a little sex 
first...spread your legs."   

  Krycek did so, only for his life.   

  Skinner pulled down Krycek's boxers. "Oh my god." He reached down and touched 
his dick. "It's so beautiful. I didn't know you had   such a nice one, Krycek."  
 
  He flinched as Skinner touched him. Gay sex wasn't exactly what he had in mind 
for that night. If he was going to get any, it was   going to be _his_ dick in 
some woman. Not some man's in his ass.     

  Skinner stopped admiring Krycek's cock long enough to say, "On the floor, now. 
This is going to feel good, Krycek, I promise   you...and call me 'sir', it's 
really sexy when you do that."   

  "Fine. You son of a bitch."   

  "Fine you son of a bitch, what?"   

  Krycek glared at Skinner. "Fine you son of a bitch, sir."   

  "Much better." Skinner said, stripping of his own clothes.   

  Krycek got down on the floor. Skinner had him lay down on his stomach. Then, 
gun still in hand, Skinner sat himself on Krycek ass.   He began to rub his 
back, and kiss it. Despite himself, Krycek felt himself get hot. 'Shit,' he 
thought, 'this wasn't my choice. I   didn't want to be a subject of gay rape. 
And just because Skinner happens to be a pretty good massager, doesn't mean that 
_I_ am   gay', trying to convince himself of this.   

  Skinner touched Krycek's dick. "Ooh, you _are_ getting hard. Well, if you 
thought that was good, you won't ever want sex with a   woman again after this." 
He slid his cock into Krycek's rectum.   

  "Shit!" Krycek yelled at the pain.   

  "The pain will go away real soon." Skinner said as he began to move up and 
down on Krycek's ass.   

  Though he didn't like what Skinner was doing to him, he had to admit that the 
warm feeling throughout his body wasn't all that bad.   

  Just then, the door burst open. It was Scully.   

  Skinner looked up. "Scully! What the fuck are you doing here?"   

  "I'm here to get the man you are...raping."   

  Skinner pointed the gun at Scully. "You walk away now, I won't remember you 
were here."   

  Scully pointed her gun at him. "If you leave now, I won't have to tell the 
entire FBI board that you are a gay fat ass."   

  "I don't care what you tell them. I'm not getting up from here, if it's the 
last thing I do."   

  "Okay then." Scully pulled the trigger on the gun.   

  "Aughhh!" Skinner yelled at the pain in his left shoulder, where Scully shot 
him. He got off of Krycek, grabbed his clothes, and   left the room, still buck 
ass naked.   

  Scully ran over to Krycek. "You okay?" she asked crouching down to his level.  
 
  He looked up at her. "Why are you here? You want to kill me too? I'm sure 
you're going to leave out the sex part though..."   

  "I'm not here to kill you Krycek. I'm here to clear you name. No matter what 
you've done, I know why you did it, and that's okay."   

  "Even if I was raped by a gay man?" He asked, sitting up.   

  She touched his face, and ran her hand down his chest. "I know it wasn't you 
fault. I know none of it was really your fault."   

  Without blinking an eye, Krycek reached up and unbuttoned her blazer, and then 
unbuttoned her shirt.   She gave him a crooked smile and began to pull of her 
pants.   

  Once Scully was down to her panties and bra, Krycek looked at her. "Do you 
really want to have sex with the man who killed Mulder's   father? Because that 
was the one crime I did commit."   

  She pulled off her bra. "I don't give a shit about Mulder and his father."   

  Krycek grinned and kissed her breasts as she pulled off her panties.   

  She laid Krycek down on his back, and stuck his dick in herself. She moved 
atop him, like she didn't want to do anything else for   the rest of her life.   

  Then he rolled over, with her on the bottom. He found he could pump his body 
harder when she was below him. She smiled as the orgasm   sprang throughout her 
body.   

  "Am I- ohh oh ohh- better than Skinner?" She asked, breathing heavily, the 
wonderful feeling, affecting her speech.   

  "Oh god, yes. But then again sex with- oh my god! - anyone would be better 
than Skinner. But I don't think anyone tops you, Scully."   he said. Then he 
covered her mouth with his, and engaged in a long passionate kiss.     

  When they finished, Krycek leaned up against the wall, and Scully leaned 
against him, his arm around her, gently rubbing her left   breast.   

  "What did Skinner want with you?" she asked, "I mean, besides to rape you."   

  "I think it was going to be a rape/murder. I believe that he was going to kill 
me."   

    "Well, then, I'm glad I saved you. I haven't had sex like that in a long 
time. Actually I haven't' had sex in a long time. Thank   you, Krycek. That felt 
good." She made it sound as if this was the end of it all.   

  "Does it have to stop here, Scully? We could do it again sometime, you know." 
He said, turning her on, just by his voice.   

  "Yeah, you're right. When should we do it again?" she asked. 

  "Umm...right now?"   

  "Yes, Good idea. Now is good." She said, rolling over.   

  They began to kiss, and Scully began to kiss his body, starting with his neck 
and moving down to his chest. The she got down to his   stomach and then to his 
dick. She began to suck it.   

  "Oh my god, Scully. What the hell brought this on?"   

  She removed her mouth from between his legs. "You don't like it?"   

  "No, no. Keep going."   

  She started sucking again. After a few seconds she spat on the floor. "Cum 
tastes like shit." She said "And you must know   that..." she laid down on the 
floor and spread her legs. " I want you to kiss, lick, and taste what I did."    
   
  "Oh yes." He laid down on his stomach and began to kiss, and lick between her 
legs. He spat on the ground, but didn't stop.   

  "You like that don't you, Krycek?"     

  "Yes. It tastes like hell, but it feels like heaven." He moved onto her thighs 
a bit, but stayed in the same general area.   

  Scully began to touch herself. She moved her fingers around. Krycek licked her 
fingers. He looked up at her. "I can do that for you,   you know. All the same 
feeling, and no cum on your hands."   

  She smiled. "No you keep licking. That feels good." 

  "No arguments." he said and went back to licking her, at one point his tounge 
slipped into her vagina. 

  "Oh my god, Krycek!" she said. 

  "Sorry about that." 

  "Are you kidding me? Fuck me with your tounge!" 

  Krycek smiled and did so.     

  She frowned. "Dammit, Krycek, this can't go on."   

  He looked up at her. "What do you mean? Tounge sex not as good as you thought 
it would be?"   

  "No. That was great...It's just...This entire thing is a sting operation. I 
have to arrest you."   

   Krycek stopped. "You mean everything? Even with Skinner?"   

  "Yes, even with Skinner."

  "Okay then. You can arrest me. I had my fifteen minutes of exactly what I 
wanted. I wanted sex, and love. Even the rape from   Skinner, it was love. Love 
I don't know."   

  "Shit, Krycek. I'm sure that little speech was a suck up to get me to let you 
go, and it fucking worked." 

  "I don't want you to let me go. I want you to hold onto me forever."   

  Scully felt tears in her eyes. "Get your clothes on. We're leaving, and not 
turning back." 

  Krycek kissed her cunt one more time. Then he sat  up and kissed her long on 
hard on the mouth. "Let's go, baby."   

  "Don't call me baby." 

END