From: "Satina" To: "Whispers" ; "mskipperville" ; ; Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW FIC: The Pick-Up Artist, M/K, NC-17 Date: Wednesday, August 28, 2002 2:05 PM Title: The Pick-Up Artist Author: Satina Date: August 28, 2002 Pairing: M/K Rating: NC-17 Archive: Ask nicely and ye shall most likely receive. Feedback: Damn hell yes, people! Gotta have it to live! Spoilers: This Krycek has two arms. No episode is even remotely alluded to, so put it where it feels the best. Heh. My website: http://www.hegalplace.com/satina Disclaimers: Mulder belongs to me, and Krycek belongs to Mulder. Summary: Mulder picks up Krycek in a bar using a surprisingly effective pick-up line. Notes: Thank you to my sweet, sexy Shannon for begging me so prettily to use this line this way and providing some lovely imagery to work with. And thank you to Erin for the funniest, most Mulder-ish pick-up line ever! I hope you like the way I used it! Thank you to my priceless, wonderful David for always being my fic-cheerleader and supporting my muse unfailingly. Ratadder: I have NOT forgotten the story I owe you. I *will* write it, and soon. My muse has needed a major kick-start again after the big MOVE, and this nasty little ditty, plus the long M/K I'm still working on, have done the trick. You'll get your dirty little M/Sc/K soon, luv. :-) Maybe this will help you pass the time while waiting. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The bouncer waved him in, and the other patrons of the club parted like an admiring sea before him. He eyed a few of the more beautiful men disinterestedly and made his way to the bar. He ordered a shot of Tequila and knocked it back, licking his lips slowly and turning to lean back against the bar. He moved his hips slightly to the song throbbing through the bar, feeling the base vibrate in his balls. A lithe Latino boy sidled up, draping himself gracefully over the bar to Mulder's left, looking unabashedly at the impressive bulge stretching the lace-up crotch of Mulder's black leather pants. "I can take care of that for ya, gorgeous," said the pretty boy in a honey- dripped whisper. Mulder allowed one corner of his mouth to turn up and gave his head a shake 'no'. The youth sighed and slid off the bar to try his act elsewhere. Two big, beautiful black men with less then ten percent body fat moved in on either side of Mulder, both of them looking him over from the tips of his heavy black motorcycle boots to his tight, black T-shirt, and zeroing in on the crotch, accented blatantly with the silken lace-up cords. "What you're sellin', baby, we're buyin'," said the one on the left, licking his lips. The other one just tilted his head, eyes drifting from Mulder's crotch to his mouth to his crotch again while he waited for an answer. Mulder's smile widened as he cocked an eyebrow and looked over both men speculatively. He chewed his lip as if deliberating, then sighed. "Not tonight, boys. I've got something else in mind." The men left, one in a huff, the other one soothing him with nips on the ear and tickling gropes of his perfect buttock. Mulder leaned back into the bar, licking the Tequila from the corners of his mouth, scanning the room. He found his target and, not taking his eyes off his mark, pushed away from the counter and started walking purposefully through the throng of undulating men. He didn't slow down until he was standing right in front of three guys, two blondes on either side of a pretty brunette, both of them stroking their hands up and down his arms and chest, slipping fingers under the thick straps of his black leather harness. He looked somewhat bored but slightly amused. Mulder ignored the blondes, narrowing his eyes and lowering his head, staring intently at the brunette. The moment the brunette caught sight of Mulder, his mouth dropped open on an audible gasp and he brushed off the attentions of his two admirers. He stepped forward, looking over Mulder from head to toe, eyes wide, then staring at the laced-in erection, licking his pretty pink lips repeatedly. "Well it ain't gonna suck itself," Mulder drawled, his fingertips pushed into the tight pockets on either side of his growing bulge. The blonde on the right snorted. "Does he look like a bottom to you?" he asked, indicating Krycek's own heavy black boots, black leather pants and spike-riveted harness. The other just frowned as if offended. But the brunette smiled slowly and took another step forward as if the blondes weren't even there. "Alex!" the second man cried. "You're not *actually* going with that crude ass, are you?" "We'll treat you *much* better than that, beautiful," said the other one, stepping forward to claim what he had thought was his for the night. "We'll do anything you want!" "Where do you want me?" Krycek asked in a breathy rasp, still licking his lips, staring into Mulder's eyes. Mulder squinted, searching the surrounding area, then jerked his head toward the back and turned, walking quickly to the rear of the bar. He didn't look back to see if he was being followed. He didn't have to. Krycek was a mere two steps behind him, giving looks of death to all the men who turned to watch Mulder's advance through the crowd. They reached the neon-lit back hallway, and entered it to the sounds of in- progress blowjobs and a rather whiny bottom being brutally fucked against the wall. Mulder walked over to a bare spot, turning to lean his back against the wall, not bothering to take his fingers from his pockets. Krycek immediately went down on his knees in front of him, reaching to unlace the pants. Mulder shoved him back roughly with one knee. "Use your teeth, whore," he said in a scathing voice. Krycek swallowed, moving back into place, then wordlessly placed his hands behind his back and leaned forward, using tongue and teeth to dexterously and slowly untie the silk cord. "Don't slobber all over me," snapped Mulder, bucking forward with his hips, knocking Krycek's face to the side momentarily. Krycek licked the drool from his lips and bent in again, grabbing one edge of the fly and pulling with his teeth, until the push of Mulder's cock pressed the rest of the leather to the sides, his erection shoving its way through. Krycek whined low in his throat as it bumped against his lips, then they parted, his tongue sliding forward as his eyes fluttered closed. Mulder slid his hands out of his pockets, grabbing Krycek's silky dark hair on either side of his head and holding his face in place, thrusting forward with a grunt. Krycek made a slight choking sound and widened his mouth and throat, whimpering as Mulder began roughly fucking his throat. Mulder grunted, tightening his grip on Krycek's hair, shoving his cock in down to the rootl He withdrew almost all the way, Krycek's tongue working furiously, only to ram back in with a growl. It was all Krycek could do to maintain his balance and keep his teeth out of the way. Mulder was literally holding him up by the hair, now. Mulder's grunts drew out longer, becoming groans, and Krycek whined against the cock in his throat. Suddenly, Mulder jerked Krycek's head in tight against his groin, teeth bared, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and came, mouth falling open on a loud gasp, ending on a long, breathy groan. After a few seconds, he pushed Krycek's face away with shaking hands, shuddering as he leaned his head against the wall behind him, eyes closed. Krycek leaned back on his heels, gasping for breath and licking his lips. He coughed, swallowing repeatedly and clearing his throat. His eyes were closed when Mulder reached down and pulled him up by the hair, yanking his face in for a deep, possessive kiss. Krycek whined deep in his throat, not daring to put his arms around Mulder, and Mulder swallowed the sound, grunting and sucking his taste from Krycek's tongue. He pulled Krycek's face back, gasping. "Suck me hard again so I can fuck your ass," he breathed, pushing Krycek back down to his knees. Krycek moaned and leaned forward, pulling Mulder's still-half-erect cock into his mouth and sucking hard with little desperate, hungry grunts. Mulder grunted along with him, his hips being pulled forward with the force of Krycek's sucking, 'til he grabbed Krycek's head in both hands. "Enough," he gasped, pushing him away. He took a few breaths, regaining his equilibrium. "You seem like the kind of slut that would carry rubbers around," he sneered. "Got one my size?" Krycek wiped his mouth with the back of his trembling hand. "Always," he breathed, reaching into his pocket and bringing out a gold foil packet. He extended it up toward Mulder's hand. Mulder just arched his brows. Krycek tore the packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom onto Mulder's cock slowly and carefully. Without being told, he pulled out a small tube of lube and slicked it, then held out the packet, looking up at Mulder, awaiting direction. Mulder rolled his eyes and extended his hand, waggling all four of his long, slender fingers impatiently. Krycek reached up and lubed those as well. This time, Mulder grabbed him by one of the straps on his harness, yanking him back up. "Nice," he said, giving it a jerk, using it to throw Krycek up against the wall, face-first. Krycek caught himself with his hands, grunting, then braced himself with one shoulder, unfastening his pants and quickly pushing them down to mid-thigh. He then placed both palms on the wall, leaning forward slightly, legs spread as much as possible. Mulder stepped in close behind him and casually shoved his index and middle finger into Krycek's ass up to the last knuckle. Krycek cried out, arching away for a moment before forcing himself to relax, rounding his shoulders forward, opening for Mulder. Mulder fucked him five or six times with two fingers, Krycek moaning and beginning to move with him, then he pushed in his third, and after a couple more strokes, his fourth, now fucking Krycek with all four fingers. Krycek moaned continuously now, eyes squeezed tightly shut, forehead pressed to the plaster. When Mulder pulled his hand from Krycek's ass, Krycek gasped and cried out, shuddering. Mulder grabbed Krycek's hip with his left hand, holding his slippery, sheathed cock in his right. He lined himself up with Krycek's hole, and without waiting another second, shoved himself in up to the balls with a sharp groan. Krycek cried out again, the sounds carrying even over the other moans, grunts and groans filling the narrow hallway. Mulder began to fuck him hard and purposefully, and the sounds began to turn to sobs. Mulder growled and doubled his efforts, grunting with each thrust into Krycek's body. After a few minutes of this, he reached around in front of Krycek and grabbed his until-now ignored erection and began jacking it roughly in time with his thrusts. Krycek leaned his head back, letting out an unrestrained scream that gathered in intensity as his body began to buck and arch and he spurted all over the wall of the club. No sooner had Mulder pulled his cum- covered hand away from Krycek's still-hard cock and grabbed his other hip and Mulder was coming, ramming himself in deep, his own voice a groaning sob as he pumped his second load into the man in front of him. He fell against Krycek's back, gasping, and placed his hands on top of Krycek's. He bent in and started kissing his neck sloppily. Krycek moaned, leaning his head to the side to give Mulder access. Mulder fastened his mouth on the side of Krycek's throat and sucked, and Krycek grunted, holding himself still while Mulder marked him. Finally, Mulder pulled his mouth off Krycek, panting and licking his lips, then rested his chin on Krycek's shoulder, the two of them leaning against the wall, catching their breath. Krycek was the first to speak. "'It ain't gonna suck itself?'" Mulder laughed, kissing his earlobe. "Good one, eh?" Krycek laughed low in his throat and Mulder groaned as he felt it in his still-embedded cock. "You'll pay for that one," said Krycek in a low, promising tone. "I'm counting on it," said Mulder, grabbing himself around the base and pulling out carefully. Krycek hissed, pushing away from the wall and turning around. Mulder took the condom off and tied it shut, throwing it into the wastebasket conveniently provided. He then started working on tying up his laces. Krycek used the wet-wipe dispenser to clean himself up, then quickly zipped up his pants, stepping over to the still-struggling Mulder. "Let me do that," he said, taking the laces out of Mulder's hands and expertly tightening and tying them. "How the hell did you get into this thing without my help?" "Would you kill me if I said Scully helped me?" asked Mulder, smirking and placing his hands on Krycek's ass, pulling him in for a wet kiss. "Yes," Krycek answered against Mulder's mouth, before renewing the kiss, pressing his tongue in deeply, pulling forth a long, low moan from Mulder. "MMmm...no, she didn't help me," he said, pulling his mouth away and planting placating kisses at the corners of Krycek's mouth. "I just did it slow and careful, all by myself." Krycek sighed, closing his eyes and leaning in, sliding his hands around so he was holding Mulder's ass as Mulder held his. "Did you bring our rings this time?" he asked, turning his head so that Mulder's next light kiss landed square on his mouth. "Of course," said Mulder, pulling one hand off Krycek's ass to push it down into his front pocket. He brought out two heavy platinum bands, handing one to Krycek. He stepped back just slightly, holding his left hand up, fingers splayed. Krycek smiled and slipped the ring onto Mulder's finger, then held up his own hand. Mulder put the ring on Krycek's finger, bringing it to his lips for a parting kiss, then wrapped his arms around Krycek's waist, pulling him back in. "Love you," he murmured into Krycek's ear, nuzzling. "Love you, too, malysh," sighed Krycek, tightening his arms around his lover. "But next time, I get to be the pick-up artist." ............. End