From: "Shannon" To: "MenageATrois" ; "MSKipper" ; "whispers list" ; "xff-atxc" Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW FIC: Personal Time NC-17, M/K, MSR, 1/1 Date: Thursday, June 27, 2002 5:34 PM Personal Time by Shannon Kizzia (shannon@hegalplace.com) Rating: NC-17 Category: SRHA Keywords: M/K slash, MSR, Mulder POV Summary: He's been keeping me awake with his blabbering. Because he wants me to jack off for him. Spoilers: none Archive: Tell me, please, but yes! :) Website: http://hegalplace.com/shannon/ Date of First Posting: 6/26/02 Disclaimer: Not mine. Yadda yadda yadda. Notes: This is a sequel to "Finding Your Inner Rat". I wrote this because Satina requested it, but I don't think she'll mind that I'm going to say that this one is for Belle. It's been wonderful getting to know you. This is my little thank you for letting me be your friend. :) ........................... **What about Cancun?** I leave my eyes shut and try to just concentrate on the black insides of my eyelids. It's been about an hour. He can't just talk to me all night. He's going to shut up soon. **Okay, not Cancun. Rio? They know how to party in Rio. Scully could get a tan. You could *definitely* hide in Rio.** I huff exasperatedly, eyes still tightly closed, and Scully sighs and wiggles against me, her naked body resituating against mine. **Don't like warm climates? How 'bout Canada? Let's see, what do we have in Canada...?** "Would you *stop* it?" I whisper through gritted teeth, now opening my eyes and seeing beige, water-stained ceiling rather than his face. **Not until you do it, Fox.** You asshole. He's silent. I know exactly what he wants. It's been three nights. Scully and I are in yet another non-descript hotel, only in Texas now, and Krycek is still in my head. Haunting me. No, harassing me. He doesn't make a very good ghost. Aren't you supposed to just bang on walls and make floor boards creak? How'd you get *this* gig, Krycek? **Just lucky, I guess.** So you are...dead. **You know the answer to that,** he states somberly, but without bitterness or anger in his voice. The voice only I can hear it seems. Is it your punishment? You know...for who...for what you did in your life? **Punishment??** he asks and I can see his sculpted ink-black eyebrows arc nearly into his hairline. **Mulder, this is cush. And I wasn't handed this like chores your mother gives you. I chose it, Mulder.** You chose it? It's my turn to be incredulous now. Scully mumbles against my shoulder and I wrap my arm tighter around her, reassuring her of my presence in her sleep. **It's kind of like picking a major in college, I guess you'd say,** he answers, thoughtfully. **Well, I guess you'd say "university" since you're Oxford and all,** he adds in a voice that clearly patronizes my snobbish choice of schools. **We all choose how we want to spend our time. I'm spending mine here.** With me. Telling me how to...how to... **Screw your woman right?** I think she and I do just fine, thank you very much. **Oh, you do. You do. But everybody could use a little guidance from time to time, wouldn't you say, Fox?** Quit calling me that. **Give me what I want.** Will you go away if I do? **Do you really want me to?** I don't answer, only closing my eyes again. He's in my head. I can't hide my reluctance to let go of him. I can't hide that some part of me, even in just three days, has gotten not only used to his comments and his company but has come to count on it and find some strange kind of comfort in it. So far, tonight not-with-standing, it's been all right. He stays out of my business when it's really necessary that he do so. Except now. He's been keeping me awake with his blabbering. Because he wants me to jack off for him. **You got it, babe.** I thought ghosts were supposed to be beyond something so base and carnal, Krycek. **Where'd you hear that, some Time/Life book?** I snort out-loud and glance quickly down at Scully to see if I've wakened her. Her brows cross and she's pouting slightly, looking like a child. But her breathing stays deep. **Is it base when you make love to her, Mulder?** No... Well, on some level I guess it is, yeah. When all's said and done it *is* fucking after all. **But it's true love. Yes?** You know it is, Krycek. **What's wrong with wanting to be around that kind of connection? To witness that intimacy?** But we weren't talking about me and Scully. We were talking about you watching... We were... **Talking about you wrapping that long, strong hand around your big cock and making me feel what you feel when you touch yourself,** he finishes, unabashedly. I go very erect very quickly. I breathe deeply...slowly...trying to keep it in check, trying not to roll Scully over and slip between her soft thighs like a thief. **Baaaad Foxy. Such lascivious thoughts regarding your pretty partner. Have you ever done that before? Fucked her in her sleep?** Krycek! **Oh come on! You know I'll find out anyway.** No. I haven't. I respect her. **I'm sure she'd forgive you, Mulder. But back to the subject at hand.** Very funny. **I thought so.** Get on with it. **You're hard now. Impressively so. I'd say it's about time *you* get on with it.** Right here? I'll wake her! **So go in the bathroom. I want you to do it standing up anyway.** Why do you get to choose, punk? **You ever see the movie, "Ghost"? You know that scene where Patrick Swayze keeps Whoopi Goldberg awake singing "I'm Henry the Eighth, I Am"?** Jesus. All right all ready. No singing. Shit. He laughs in my ear and my cock springs up to my belly and tents the sheet. **Neat trick,** he compliments and I'm absurdly a little proud, even though the last thing under my control right now is the little pirate. **Pirate, huh? Yeah, I could stand to be pillaged by that.** I throw the sheet off of me, rolling my eyes. Just can it, will ya? I'm gonna do it. You could stand to tone down the asides, you know. **Whatever makes the little pirate happy.** I stalk to the bathroom, erection bouncing gleefully, scowl on my face, my heart racing in my chest. Are you going to...feel it...like in your...ghost penis? I know it's lame as hell. I blush to the color of my cock. **I'll feel it, Mulder. I'll feel what you feel.** Oh God. I'm near exploding already. I'm essentially going to be jacking Alex Krycek. **Oooh, say it again.** Shut the fuck up. Laughing again. Right in the ear. It tickles so good. Goddamnit. **You like that? Huh?** he husks in my ear and I shut the bathroom door behind me, turning on the light. **It's okay if you do. I want you to like it. Let yourself like it, Mulder.** I close my eyes and lean my head and shoulders back against the wall, my right hand coming up to take my cock loosely, just steadying it, just preparing. "I like it," I sigh to the empty room on a whim. **Good. That's good, Mulder. Now do it.** I obey his husky, whispered voice and stroke myself to the tip gently, moaning a little from my own delicate touch and from envisioning... **It's okay.** "But...Scully..." **It's okay. It's really okay. Let yourself.** "Oh Alex..." I whimper in surrender and take a firmer, more decisive upward stroke, *finally* letting myself see him. You. You're in black. Like always. You come to me in the dark and...take me out. You...you don't say anything. You just...just... "Touch me..." **Oh Mulder yes. I've always wanted to touch you. And now you're touching me. Oh it's so good, Mulder. So damned good.** "I've wanted...it too," I gasp, pulling a little harder, oozing, easing the way, hearing him groan helplessly into my ear when I thumb the underside of my cockhead. **Say my name again, dammit.** I smile with my eyes shut. Really smile. It feels right. "Alex..." I'm happy saying it. I'm happy doing this for him. For us. **Mulder...** "Alex," I repeat, almost laughing now I'm so happy. "Alex, I can feel your mouth on my cock." **Unnnh!** I crack my eyes open and ask, "You gonna come, Krycek?", still smirking because I can't stop it. **Not...like...you will... Orgasm...yes... Come...no... More! Please!** "I'll give you more, Alex," I groan and speed up, grunting now as I fuck my fist hard like I'm... **...fucking me. Oh God, Mulder.** "Oh Alex! OhyesAlexgood! Yeahohgodyeah!" **Mulder!** he sobs and I know it's happening for him as it's about to for me. "Mulder!!** "Mulder?" she asks and as the door opens and Scully peeks through and sees my hand flying on my cock and her worried face turns to comprehension and surprise, I come like crazy, shooting all over my hand and stomach and the floor and the words out of my mouth are unstoppable. "Alex!! OoohhhAlex!" She watches me jerk and spasm, face as unreadable as I've ever seen it, and I close my eyes as I finish, ashamed. "Mulder?" she asks, quietly. Where's my ghost now when I need him? **I'm here. Deal with it. It'll be okay. ...Thank you.** I gulp and open my eyes. She's in her robe, still standing in the doorway, waiting for me to tell her why it wasn't her name. "Mulder, are you okay?" Am *I* okay? "Yeah. Yeah, Scully, I'm okay." I swallow again, so afraid of telling her, but knowing that now I have to. "You look like you're about to vomit," she tells me, her eyebrows as animated as her voice is not. I laugh humorlessly. "I guess I'm just really afraid of how you're going to feel about...this." "About you jerking off?" she asks plainly. "No," I say, wondering why she's not looking hurt yet. "No. About...what I said." "You said Alex, Mulder." Like I didn't know. I nod at her, waiting for the realization. "I assume you meant Alex Krycek, right?" I nod slowly and sadly. She walks to me and puts her hand to my face. "You think I'm going to be hurt?" She's looking up into my eyes, but it's still she who has the power even with the drastic difference in height. "Aren't you?" I ask. "They're called fantasies, Mulder. You think I don't have them?" Whoa. **Welcome to the real world, Mulder.** "It's not...that... Scully, I just..." "Fantasize about him. I understand." Her thumb grazes my cheek and I know she does. "Do you...understand because *you*...think about him?" I ask, uncertainly. "I think about a lot of things," she explains with a tiny, devilish smirk. "Honestly Mulder? I don't think you're ready to hear about my fantasies." Then she rises up and kisses me, lingering over my stunned lips with her full ones and then lowering her heels to the floor and looking openly up at me. "But...but..." I stumble and she waits patiently. "He's a man, Scully." "So?" she laughs. "Oh Mulder. If you don't think I haven't thought of you with other men... Come to bed." She takes my hand and tugs. "Scully?" "Come to bed." **Go, you idiot,** Krycek rumbles good naturedly. You knew she was okay with it? **Mulder, I wouldn't have done it otherwise. Now go.** I let Scully tug me out of the bathroom and back to bed. I let her push me down onto my back and crawl up over me. "One of these nights," she says as she kisses first my right nipple and then my left, "I'm going to tell you exactly what the thought of you with a man does to me." She kisses my throat and I start to harden again. "Tonight. I'm just going to show you." And then her mouth descends hungrily on mine. I almost don't hear him. **Good night, baby.** End feedback loved and petted at shannon@hegalplace.com