From: "Satina" To: ; ; ; ; ; ; ; Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW FIC: Triangle 2: Allies M/K, NC-17 Date: Monday, June 17, 2002 7:27 PM Title: Triangle 2: Allies Author: Satina Date: June 12, 2002 Pairing: M/K Rating: NC-17 Archive: Please ask. Feedback: Better than Wellbutrin, baby. satina@hegalplace.com Series/Sequel: This is the sequel to Triangle, in which Mulder encounters a 1939 German Krycek who's more willing to ally with him than Mulder would ever have expected. http://www.hegalplace.com/satina/mk/triangle.html Spoilers: Triangle, and Krycek has one arm. My website: http://www.hegalplace.com/satina Disclaimers: Do we really still have to do this? Oh, all right. Even though his abuse of Alex is *nowhere near* as much fun to witness as mine, Alex Krycek will only ever be owned by Surfboy. Oh, and Mulder. Summary: Is present-day Alex Krycek as tameable as Herr Krycek? Notes: This story is leashed and collared by Alex, AKA ratboy. No, not Krycek, the other one. For going above and beyond the call of friendship, and using your considerable powers of persuasion, this sub's for you. And *big* thanks go out to his man, too. You'll get yours. ;-) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Mulder felt a wicked grin split his face. "Krycek." "Shit." Krycek's voice came out in a forced hiss. Mulder nudged his chin up with the barrel of his gun. "Mulder..." Scully raised her eyebrows, using her warning tone. Mulder spared her a glance. "Scully, we just hit pay dirt. He'll tell us everything we need to know." Scully's eyes widened almost as much as Krycek's. "And just *why* should today be any different than any other?" Krycek appeared to have the same question in his angry eyes. "Because today I've got his number." Krycek's eyes narrowed at the slow grin that kept resurfacing on Mulder's face. "Turn around, Krycek, wrists together." Krycek's eyes turned cold as he turned around, swinging his arms behind him. "Oh, sorry, wrist," amended Mulder sarcastically. "Fuck you." Mulder chuckled darkly, and Scully frowned. "Mulder..." she said again. "Relax, Scully. I need some time alone with our prisoner, here." Mulder grabbed him around the shoulders in an uncharacteristically playful 'pals' gesture. Krycek flinched. Scully sighed. "Mulder, no matter how much you hate him...or *I* hate him for that matter, I can't condone brutality. You know that." Krycek looked from Scully to Mulder and back again, as if pinning his hopes of safety on Mulder's partner. "I know that. I'm not going to hurt him...not really. Trust me, Scully." Scully sighed again and lowered her voice to a whisper meant only for him. "I do trust you, Mulder. It's just that you tend to lose it around him." Mulder chuffed out a laugh that did nothing to calm Scully's nerves. "I'll have him eating out of my hand, Scully. But I'm going to have to have a little time alone." Krycek closed his eyes, clearly becoming frightened. "God," Scully sighed. "Why do I even try? All right, Mulder. What do you want me to do?" Mulder's eyes sparkled in a way Scully wasn't sure she liked. "Just go ahead out to the car. I'll call you if I need you." He looked sideways at his prisoner, who was pale and breathing hard, eyes closed. "We'll be out in about...twenty minutes or so." Scully frowned. "Mulder...are you sure?" "If you want this information, Scully, you'll let me do this my way." Mulder made his voice soft and soothing. And sane. Scully sighed deeply. "All right. Be careful, Mulder. And...be...careful." Mulder gave her a calm, reassuring smile. "We'll be fine." His low, rumbling reassurance didn't seem to work on Krycek, who swallowed painfully, opening his eyes and turning them on Scully pleadingly as she turned and walked down the hall of the abandoned clinic, and out the doors. Mulder grinned and took Krycek by the shoulders, shoving him ahead of him down the hall and pushing him roughly into one of the empty examination rooms. He stepped in behind him and kicked the door shut. Krycek stumbled but didn't lose his footing and quickly spun around to keep Mulder in his sight. Mulder turned around and locked the door from the inside. Krycek looked from the knob to Mulder's face and swallowed painfully. He obviously wasn't comfortable with the idea of Mulder locking his partner out of the room. Mulder turned around and leaned against the door, head tilted slightly. Krycek scanned the room, looking for another way out, or something he could use to defend himself. No windows, no other doors, and if the doctors had left instruments behind, they were locked up securely. Things didn't look good. Krycek closed his eyes in frustration, then opened them and focused in on Mulder, defiance blazing from his face. "All right. What's the story here, Mulder?" Mulder smiled lazily. "I was just going to ask you the same thing, Krycek." "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," he spat, in a tone that let Mulder know that he knew all but wasn't telling. Mulder just nodded. Then he pushed off from the door and slowly advanced on Krycek, his smile gone. "Things are going to be different," he said, stepping closer to his prisoner, who was backing away while trying to look unintimidated. "What the hell are you on, Mulder?" Krycek was failing at his attempt to look calm as he backed across the room slowly, watching Mulder's steady advance. "You're mine, Krycek," said Mulder, ignoring his question. Krycek's breathing sped up as he studied Mulder's eyes, trying to figure out what was going on behind them. Mulder stepped in closer, and soon Krycek came up against the wall, scrabbling at it with his cuffed hands. Mulder stopped just in front him, not touching. He spoke slowly. "I finally figured out how to break you." Krycek narrowed his eyes and said nothing. "Who knew it would be so easy?" Krycek frowned, looking more worried by the second. "And so much fun." Krycek swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing. "I didn't. Of course, you might not be as easy, this time." Krycek darted his eyes around, looking for escape. There was none. Mulder looked him over from head to toe. "Might take a little more...technique than it did in 1939." Krycek went into full panic mode. "Jesus, you've lost it, Mulder," he choked out, starting to shake a little. Mulder grinned. Evidently, angry Mulder was one thing, but mad Mulder was not something Krycek wanted to fuck with. So to speak. Mulder laughed and leveled his gaze into Krycek's eyes, which were now just inches away. He leaned in, still not touching, placing a hand on either side of Krycek's head. He could feel the hot puffs of air as the other man struggled to gain control over his breathing. The power was heady. Arousing. He felt himself swell. He flicked his glance downward for half a second, and smirked at the answering bulge he could see in Krycek's jeans. The pleasure at knowing what he knew, and at knowing Krycek had no idea, made him dizzy. He moved his gaze slowly up Krycek's body, meeting the wide, blinking eyes again. "I...know...what...you...want," he whispered slowly. "You're fuckin' nuts!" hissed Krycek, looking side to side then back into Mulder's calm, dark, crazy eyes. Mulder smiled and stepped back, crossing his arms and tapping his gun absently against his bicep. "You may be able to lie to me about a lot of things," he said calmly, "but not this. You may as well admit it." "Shit," spat Krycek. "Could we please stop playing this game and just get to the point?" Mulder nodded, pursing his lips. Then he waited a beat, until he heard Krycek take several deep, nervous breaths, and said in a very matter-of- fact voice, "Get on your knees." "You're out of your fucking mind," snarled Krycek, eyes flashing. Mulder slowly let his gaze drift down Krycek's heaving chest and settle on the crotch of the man's black jeans. He stared at it and licked his lips thoughtfully, and as he did, he watched it swell. He smiled and lifted his eyes back to Krycek's, and met rapidly fluttering lashes and lips in a tight, thin line. "Don't fight it, Krycek," said Mulder calmly, arms still crossed. "You know you want to suck my cock." Krycek gasped, eyes going wide, mouth dropping open on short, shallow, hard breaths. "You're really good at it, too," mused Mulder. "What the fuck would you know about it?" Krycek retorted, pulling himself together and lifting his chin defiantly. "Oh, I know what it's like to be in that surly mouth," said Mulder, uncrossing his arms and taking a step forward, to within four feet of his prisoner. "I know what it's like to hold a gun to your head while you suck me so hard I see stars." Krycek frowned in confusion, breathing hard. "In your dreams," he said, but his voice was low and shaky. "So Scully keeps telling me," said Mulder enigmatically, and Krycek's brow furrowed, eyes wide. "But I don't think so," he said, tilting his head and considering his quarry. "I think you want it so bad you'd do about anything for it." Krycek stared at him, scared and panting, lips parted, eyes narrowed in confused wonderment. Mulder lowered his left hand to his crotch, giving his own throbbing hard- on a slow, firm squeeze. His eyes fluttered, trying not to close, and he didn't miss the small grunt Krycek choked off quickly. He opened his eyes, smiling. He hadn't smiled this much in...years. "Like this?" he teased, stroking his fingers up and down his length, voice breathy. "Want this, Krycek?" Krycek's eyes darted from Mulder's crotch to his eyes and to his crotch again, and his breathing was so loud and rapid now that it filled the small room. "Isn't that why you kissed me?" asked Mulder calmly. Krycek licked his lips repeatedly, then bit the bottom one, leaving it red, swollen, and moist. Mulder licked his own lower lip and then chewed it thoughtfully. "Here's the deal," he said, gesturing with his gun. "You're gonna get on your knees and tell me the names of the doctors who've been working out of this clinic." Krycek's eyes went cold, his lips firming in a line. Mulder smiled. "You're gonna have to open that pretty mouth, Krycek, if you want my dick in it." Krycek breathed in quickly, but just stared at Mulder, silent and defiant, breathing harshly through his nose. Mulder shrugged his eyebrows and began unfastening his pants, using both the hand holding the gun and the free one. He didn't take his eyes off Krycek. Krycek's mouth dropped open again. "Better," said Mulder, letting his slacks fall to the floor around his ankles. He picked his feet up out of his shoes and the pants both, then pushed them to the side with his feet. He bent and stripped off his socks quickly, tossing them to the side as well. He didn't bother to worry about keeping his eyes on Krycek, as he could *feel* the man's eyes on him. He straightened up and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it on and open, baring his chest. There was an obvious protrusion trying to push its way out of Mulder's tight cotton underwear. "You've got your mouth open now," he said, licking the corner of his own. "But if you want this," his hand slid down his torso and he groaned as he gave himself another good squeeze. Krycek whimpered quietly. "You're gonna have to get on your knees for it." He stared intently into Krycek's wide, darkened eyes, transmitting his own lust for the man in a hot energy wave, visualizing the former agent following his orders. Like magic, Krycek began lowering himself slowly, kneeling much more gracefully than Mulder would have thought possible, given that the man's hands were still cuffed behind his back. Mulder inhaled deeply and breathed out, looking at the dark, bowed head before him. His cock jumped against the constraining knit of his underwear and he felt slightly weak. He wanted that mouth on his cock *so* bad, but he wasn't going to let Krycek know that. Not when his plan was working out so beautifully. "Good. Good," he said breathily, and Krycek's head bowed a little lower. He barely held down the gasp that worked its way from his lungs at the sight of that dark head dipping low before him. "Now come here." Krycek started forward slowly on his knees, crossing the short distance between them, head still bowed. He now knelt at Mulder's feet, and Mulder's hand trembled with the need to be buried in that soft, shiny hair just inches away. "I don't need this, do I?" he said shakily, setting the gun on the clinic bed right behind him. Krycek looked up to see what he was referring to. Mulder gasped softly at the dark, hungry look in those eyes, then licked his lips and collected himself as Krycek eyed the gun and shook his head slowly. Then Krycek dropped his gaze to Mulder's knees. "Look at me," Mulder whispered, actually afraid of the results of his command. Krycek's face raised, his eyes fastening in on Mulder's, and the need, the pure, raw need in them made Mulder lose his breath. He gasped and swallowed and made himself return Krycek's stare. "The doctors," he breathed. "Give me names." Krycek's eyes closed as if he was in pain. "I can't," he whispered. "Look at me," Mulder said, his voice low and calm, steadying in the face of the familiar. Thrust. Parry. Thrust again. Krycek's eyes opened and gleamed as he stared at Mulder. "Those fuckers have information about the experiments on Scully." Mulder grabbed Krycek by the hair and shook his head. "Tell. Me. Their. Names." He gave him one last rough shake and let go. Krycek blinked and glared at him, his lips twitching as if they wanted to open and seal themselves tightly shut at the same time. Mulder's eyes narrowed, his voice softening. "Do you want to suck my cock, Krycek?" he asked, stroking himself through the material of his boxer briefs. Those gorgeous pink lips opened again, but Krycek said nothing, staring at Mulder's hand as it moved on his erection. "Don't you want this in your mouth?" said Mulder in his lowest, breathiest, most promising voice. Krycek's eyes closed in capitulation. "Yes, Mulder," he whispered. The rough, beaten sound of Krycek's already-rough voice stroked over Mulder like a raspy caress. "Then give me their names." He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and slid them down his legs, bending almost until he was touching Krycek's head as he removed them, and straightening up to find both Krycek's eyes and mouth open, just inches from his bobbing cock. He needed that mouth on him so bad it *hurt* but he knew he was close. So close to breaking Krycek. He grabbed himself around the base and bent his dick forward toward Krycek's open, panting lips. As it came closer, Krycek's pink tongue slid out over his bottom teeth and his mouth opened wider. Mulder let just the tip of his cock brush down over Krycek's top lip, staying a moment on his hot, wet tongue, then as Krycek's mouth began to close on him, his tongue reaching out to begin working, Mulder pulled back with a shuddering gasp. Krycek actually whined, ending on a growl. Mulder swallowed hard, closing his eyes a moment to regain some control, then opened them and fastened them on Krycek's. "Names." Krycek glared at him, jaw clenching. "Drake, Farnsworth, Gandok, and Yong," he finally grated. Then his pink tongue flicked out, licking at the little bit of precum Mulder's cock had deposited on his lips. With a groan, Mulder grabbed Krycek by the hair with one hand and shoved his dick into his mouth with the other. Krycek's sharp, hungry growl as he engulfed it make Mulder weak in the knees, and he struggled to stand, bending them slightly, grateful for the bed at his back. "Oh ffffffuck, good," he gasped, letting go of his cock to hold Krycek's head with both hands, starting to thrust as Krycek's expert throat opened for him, sucking him down, lips covering his teeth. Mulder grunted with each deep push as he fucked Krycek's throat, and Krycek groaned around the flesh in his mouth, moving his tongue rapidly against the advancing and retreating invasion. Mulder remembered the German Krycek's amazing cocksucking abilities and pulled himself back, giving Krycek more control over the action to see if his skill matched that of his counterpart from the past. Krycek immediately began sucking and rubbing hard with his tongue, making constant hard grunting noises that Mulder felt in his balls. His head began to work itself back and forward, now fucking itself on Mulder's cock, and Mulder couldn't help but resume his thrusting, now working in tandem with his definitely-as-talented-and-possibly-moreso Krycek's voracious mouth. He stroked his hands through the soft, sweaty hair and felt Krycek shiver at his touch, grunting against him as he took Mulder closer and closer to the edge. Mulder dropped his head back on his shoulders, emitting a low groaning whine from deep in his throat, then his hands tightened in Krycek's hair as the whine turned into a cry and he came. His hips snapped as he shoved it all down Krycek's throat. He pulled out, breathing hard, and was dimly aware of Krycek gasping for breath, licking and swallowing. Mulder realized he still had a tight, painful hold on Krycek's short, silky hair, and he let go, taking hundreds of the dark strands with him. He staggered back against the bed and leaned against it, looking at Krycek's red face, swollen lips, half-closed eyes, and spiky, sweaty hair. He'd never seen anything so beautiful. He rested there, raking his hands through his own hair, catching his breath. Krycek's head bowed again and he could hear the man's sharp, shaky breaths. He hadn't really meant to come in Krycek's mouth, but the man had all but wrenched it out of his body against his will. He narrowed his eyes, considering the bent, shuddering body before him. "Krycek," he said, still breathing heavily. The man looked up and Mulder saw moisture caught in the impossibly long lashes. He narrowed his eyes. Probably just from exertion. He took another steadying breath. "I have another deal for you." Krycek's eyes closed slowly as he took a deep breath and let it out. "Krycek," Mulder said more softly, then after a breath, "Alex." Krycek's eyes opened, his swollen lips parting on a soft gasp. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Mulder rumbled. Krycek's breath left his body in a hard whoosh that bent him forward slightly, and he bit his lip, eyes fluttering closed. Mulder gulped, already feeling himself twitch against his thigh. "Here's the deal. We know there are patient records stored on the mainframe computer out there, but we haven't been able to get in." Krycek's eyes opened, and he looked up at Mulder, heavy-lidded, lips parted on a very slight, open-mouthed smirk. "You get me...in," said Mulder, controlling his breath. "I fuck you." Krycek stared up at him, breathing hard. "I'll get you *in*, Mulder," he said, voice low and shaky. Mulder inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly. "Now we just have to determine if I can trust you to give me what I want *after* I've given you what *you* want." He eyed Krycek speculatively, watching his pink tongue flick out over his lips. "I promise," Krycek said hoarsely. "If you fuck me, I'll get you into the records afterward." Mulder's eyes had to close, hearing Krycek put it in words. He opened them slowly. "How do I *know* I can trust you?" he said quietly. Krycek swallowed, looking intently into Mulder's eyes. "I may lie like a sonofabitch, Mulder, but I never break a promise." Mulder frowned, considering, then decided he really couldn't wait anyway. "Get over here and suck me hard again," he ordered. Krycek's lips curved in a slow smile, then he leaned in and slurped Mulder's already-hardening cock into his mouth, sucking firmly, using no finesse, simply directing the blood flow where Mulder wanted it. Where he wanted it. "Uhn...uhn..." Mulder grunted, being pulled slightly forward with the strength of Krycek's tugs on his cock. After less than twenty seconds of this treatment, Krycek pulled off with a long, wet slurp, licking his lips. He looked up at Mulder, brows arched as if to ask, 'How did I do?' "Jesus..." Mulder breathed in response to the silent question. "Get up." He let Krycek get to his feet by himself, enjoying watching the strong, sure man get a little off-balance, then as Krycek stood to his full height, just inches in front of Mulder, fully-clothed, Mulder felt a shudder work through his whole body. Krycek was looking deeply into his eyes, not challenging, just impatient. Mulder reached forward suddenly, wrenching Krycek's jeans open, jerking them down along with the black briefs under them, and leaving them down around his hard thighs. As Krycek's hard, red, drooling cock bounced up against his firm, muscled abdomen, Mulder couldn't stop the low growl that began deep in his throat. He promised himself he'd have that cock in his mouth some day. Soon. But not today. He quickly stepped around a rapidly-breathing Krycek and shoved him forward. Krycek fell on top of the exam bed, hands still cuffed, ass exposed. "Fuck yeah," Mulder couldn't help but mutter under his breath. Krycek moaned low in his chest. Mulder picked up his gun where it lay right beside Krycek's head, and Krycek swallowed painfully. "You don't need that, Mulder," he said quietly. "Yeah, I do," replied Mulder just as quietly. Then he turned the gun in his hand, holding it by the barrel, and swung it hard against the lock of a cabinet right beside them. Krycek jumped and moaned at first impact, and Mulder knew he expected to be the one hit. He felt both excitement and revulsion at that thought. He swallowed it back and smashed the gun against the cabinet several more times until the door swung open, revealing the contents inside. Mulder laid the gun back down on the bed, right in front of Krycek's face where he couldn't help but see it every second. He couldn't stop himself from very briefly, almost imperceptibly stroking a thumb against Krycek's forehead before turning and digging through the supplies he'd accessed. He chuckled softly as he pulled out a box of disposable latex gloves, and he set those right in front of Krycek's face, too. He heard Krycek's breath quicken. He rummaged around a bit more, finding a sample-sized tube of good ol' KY Jelly. He laid it on top of the box of gloves without looking at Krycek. He heard the soft inhale, exhale of his response. "I don't think we're gonna find any condoms," Mulder murmured to himself. Just as he was gonna dig through his discarded clothing and see if he still had one in his wallet, he heard Krycek clear his throat. "I'm carrying," he said, his voice little more than a rumbling breath. "Wallet. Back pocket." Mulder turned, regarding the perfect, round asscheeks just inches from his fingers, then reached out and trailed his fingertips softly between the cheeks of Krycek's ass. He brushed them down to where his jeans were bunched around his thighs. He'd never heard Krycek make a noise like *that* before. Kinda high, whimpering...helpless. He really liked it. He dug into Krycek's back jeans pocket and pulled out a simple black leather wallet. Suddenly, he was as excited to be invading the man's personal information as he was to be invading his body. He realized whatever identification he found would be pure bullshit, but there was still something very thrilling about pawing through dog-eared receipts, crumpled paper money, and...photographs? He pulled out what looked like the much-handled, dull white edge of a small black and white photograph. And gasped. He looked up from the grainy photo of himself to Krycek, then back down again, eyes narrowing. He shook his head, running his thumb softly over the warm photo, still slightly curved from being molded against Krycek's ass in his worn wallet. He sighed and slid the photo back into place behind the other, much-less-exciting-now documents. "It's under the money," said Krycek, startling Mulder slightly. Then he realized Krycek was talking about the rubber, not the picture, and slid his finger and thumb beneath the bills, coming out with a gold foil package. Nice. Top o' the line protection. And in extra-large. Mulder arched a brow, folding the wallet closed and sliding it back into the loose back packet of Krycek's lowered jeans. "Mulder, did you find it?" Krycek asked impatiently, unable to see behind him from his bent-over position. "Yeah, I did," answered Mulder softly. He reached forward and laid the round foil package on the box beside the jelly. Then he just stood there, staring at Krycek's pale, round ass, then looking up to where Krycek's face was turned toward the pile of supplies Mulder had carefully ammassed. "You're mine now, you know," said Mulder in a low voice. "Just fuck me," said Krycek, eyes squeezing tightly closed. Mulder reached out and dragged the back of his fingernail up the back of Krycek's balls, over his perineum, and softly up between his ass cheeks. Krycek whimpered. "Say it," Mulder said in a curt voice. "Fuck me, Mulder," Krycek pleaded. "Not that," Mulder replied. "Say it." He watched Krycek's lashes flutter as his eyes moved rapidly behind his closed lids. He waited, brushing his fingertip very, very softly over the small, dark opening to Krycek's body. "I'm yours," came from the man on the table. "Louder," said Mulder, feeling his heart race, his cock twitch. "I'm yours, Mulder," said Krycek clearly, calmly, then he sighed quietly. "Mine," said Mulder, moving in behind Krycek and pressing his cock in between those now-twitching ass cheeks. Krycek whimpered and moved his ass against Mulder, and Mulder took hold of his hips on either side, stilling his movements. "I own you, don't I, Krycek?" Mulder said, totally addicted to the feeling of domination that was puffing up his chest and stiffening up his dick. He gave a short thrust against Krycek's ass, and Krycek groaned sharply. "Yes," he said very quietly. Mulder reached up to the pile beside Krycek's face, leaning harder into his body. Krycek opened his eyes to see Mulder tugging a glove from the box and picking up the small tube of lubricant. He moaned and closed his eyes again. Mulder straightened back up, cock still tucked firmly in the cleft of Krycek's ass, and pulled the glove onto his hand. He let it snap softly against his wrist, thinking briefly of Scully. "Yes, what?" he said, unscrewing the cap on the lube. Krycek sighed. "You own me, Mulder." His voice was a breathy shudder, and Mulder felt a lightning strike of lust jolt through his groin. He moaned and slid his cock up and down, shaking with the need to just shove it in. He stepped back and Krycek tried to follow, pressing himself backward. Mulder reached forward with his left hand, pressing against one pale cheek, and shoved Krycek firmly back down against the mattress. He could see that Krycek's cock was mashed between his belly and the edge of the bed, and Krycek grunted on impact. Mulder took his hand off Krycek and took the tube in it, squeezing jelly over his fingers and his thumb and rubbing them together slickly. Krycek started breathing faster at the sound of the gel sliding between Mulder's latex-covered fingers. Then before he could so much as brace himself for it, Mulder shoved his thumb into Krycek's ass, not roughly, but not gently. Krycek cried out as Mulder felt the hot passage squeeze his thumb reflexively. He left it there until he felt the muscle give, Krycek breathing out slowly in forced, shuddering breaths. "Is that good?" Mulder asked, beginning to fuck Krycek with his long thumb slowly. "Ohnn...God..." Krycek groaned, trying hard not to move against the digit. Mulder slapped his ass with his free hand, causing Krycek to let out a short, surprised whimper, and fucked him harder. "I said, is that good?" Krycek moaned. "Yes, Mulder...sssso good..." Mulder's hand softened into a palming caress of the reddening asscheek. "Good...good," he said softly, pulling his thumb out. Krycek grunted, but before he could make another sound of distress, Mulder was back, pushing his index and ring fingers deeply into Krycek's ass, still stroking it. "OOhhhhffffuck..." hissed Krycek, squirming for just a moment, then going still as Mulder's fingers stopped moving. As soon as Krycek stopped moving, Mulder started, twisting his wrist as he fucked Krycek with his fingers, pressing down on the deep end of each stroke. Suddenly Krycek cried out and jerked again, and Mulder knew he'd found that special place deep inside. He slid his fingers in small, gentle circles over the small knot, feeling his cock jump at the deep, helpless whimpers this pulled from Krycek's throat. Mulder reached over with his free hand and snagged the condom from beside Krycek's face. Krycek opened his eyes as he felt Mulder lean over him, and upon seeing Mulder's fingers plucking the condom off the gloves, sighed out a very adamant, "Fuck, yes." Mulder chuckled and withdrew his fingers, treasuring the small, frustrated sigh Krycek let out even knowing the fingers were soon to be replaced. He peeled off the used glove and let it fall wetly to the floor. Then he opened the condom package and took out the piece of double-strength, extra-large gold latex. He rolled it on over his dick, giving the tip a good squeeze, then slicking it up very generously with the last of the KY sample. He lined his cock up with Krycek's ass, pressing the tip against the slippery hole. "Want me to fuck you?" Mulder asked breathlessly. "Jesus fuck God YES," answered Krycek impatiently, lips pressing together in an irritated pout. "You're mine from now on, right Alex?" Mulder asked, pressing a little harder. "Yes! I'm fucking *yours*, Mulder now just fuck me!" Krycek growled. Mulder nudged against Krycek, his eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. "Anything I want...anything from now on, right, Alex?" he said, pushing just the tip a half inch in and pulling it away before it could sink past the tight ring of muscle. "Oh fucking *GOD*, Mulder!" yelled Krycek, totally out of patience. "Anything! Anything anything anything you want, ANYTHING just FUCK ME!" Mulder shoved in hard, and both men let out open-mouthed cries as he sunk deeply into Krycek's body. "Ohgodohgodohgod," Mulder gasped. Krycek whined, his thighs trembling. Mulder pulled back slowly, inhaling sharply, then with a loud grunt started fucking Alex hard and deep, quickly going from a slow and steady rhythm to a quicker one, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh playing counterpart to both men's grunts and moans. Mulder gripped Krycek's hips tightly, leaving deep finger-impressions in the muscles and thumb prints in his ass cheeks as he rammed into him, pulling Krycek in even harder against his hips with each stroke. He bit his lip painfully with the exertion, fucking Krycek harder than he'd ever fucked anyone in his life, feeling like he wanted to do it forever. Krycek's groans escalated higher and higher, then Mulder heard a hiss that sounded like a word. "What?" he grunted as his pelvis impacted with Krycek's body. "Please...pleasepleaseplease Mulder...touch me...touch my cock..." Krycek was begging, his voice between a breath and a sob. The words made Mulder grow even harder and fatter inside him. "You wanna come?" he rasped out, still slamming into the firm, sweaty asscheeks. "Yes, yes, Mulder, wanna come..." breathed Krycek. Mulder slowed his strokes, then backed up just slightly, yanking Krycek back up against him, pulling him back from the edge of the bed about a foot so that Krycek's upper chest now lay where his stomach had been. Krycek grunted then groaned, then yelled as Mulder's hand reached down around his hip, taking a firm grip on his cock. Mulder resumed his quick, slapping tempo, moving deeply, not pulling out as far, and began quickly moving his hand against Krycek's cock to the same frantic rhythm. "OhjesusohfuckohgodohFUCK! MUUUUUHHHHLDER!" Krycek hollered as he came, his head coming up off the bed, held in a tight, straining rictus of pleasure for several long, throbbing, squeezing moments. Mulder groaned loudly and continued fucking him, letting go of the spent cock and sliding his cum-covered hand back around, taking a firm grip on Krycek's hip. "Gonna fuck you forever," Mulder gasped out, his voice hoarse, breath panting from exertion. "Oh God, forever," gasped Krycek, his loose body now slamming against the bed with each hard thrust. Mulder groaned as he felt his own arousal spike at the surrender in that deep, exhausted voice, and his thrusts became erratic, his head falling back on his shoulders. His eyes squeezed tightly shut as he felt his whole body tingling and winding up for what he knew was going to be a very powerful orgasm. As it hit, his mouth opened on a silent scream which turned into a real one, and his body went rigid, jerking and shaking as he pumped his second climax deep into Krycek's body. He didn't breathe for what felt like twenty full seconds, his throat constricted with the paralysis of his pleasure, then with a harsh, loud breath, he fell forward on top of Krycek, wishing for just an instant that he'd made the man take off his clothes. He laid there, breathing hard against the leather on Krycek's back, feeling the deep rising and falling of Krycek's attempts to recover his own breath, Krycek's real and fake hands and the metal of the cuffs digging into his bare chest. Finally, he slid his sweaty chest across the leather, and grabbed himself around the base, pulling out carefully. Both men hissed as Mulder left Krycek's body, and Mulder removed the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the small empty trashcan beside the bed. Before he put his clothes back on, he helped Alex raise himself off the bed, and turned him around, pulling his pants up quickly and fastening them. He didn't look at Alex's face once the whole time, and neither man said a word. Mulder bent and retrieved his clothes, then stood before a mirror in the exam room, getting dressed and straightening his tie before turning to Krycek with a quiet sigh and meeting his eyes for the first time. Krycek blinked, and the two men stared at each other across the stark, white room. Krycek studied Mulder appraisingly for a few long, heavy moments, then spoke. "You're gonna have to uncuff me if I'm gonna get those records out of the computer for you." Mulder's face and tension broke in a relieved grin, and he stepped forward. As he walked over and stopped just inches away from Krycek, he could smell his own cum on the man's breath, as well as Alex's own heavy scent of sex, sweat, and latex. Without even thinking about it, Mulder grabbed Krycek around the base of the skull and yanked him in. He mashed their mouths together forcefully and immediately pushed his tongue between Alex's salty lips. Krycek groaned into Mulder's mouth in surprise, opening to Mulder's kiss for a few stunned seconds, then as Mulder continued to lick and suck the inside of Alex's mouth, Alex returned the kiss, his own tongue moving hard in Mulder's mouth, then retreating so he could suck hard on Mulder's tongue. When Mulder was nearly seeing stars from lack of oxygen, he yanked his mouth away from Krycek's, panting. He licked his lips, recovering his breath, and watched Krycek do the same. He definitely had not had enough of this man. Oh no, not by a long shot. "You gonna be good if I take those off?" he asked, nodding to the cuffs. "Even better than I was with 'em on," answered Krycek throatily. Mulder quickly, wordlessly reached around behind Krycek, their bodies pressed gently together, and unfastened and removed the cuffs. Krycek brought his right arm around in front, shaking it, as Mulder watched the fake one swing forward. He didn't let himself think about that too much, turning and slipping the keys back into his pocket with a slight frown. Krycek took him to the mainframe computer and sat down and quickly clicked his way into the motherlode of research records. He downloaded the data onto a zip disk for Mulder, then pulled the disk from the drive and handed it to him, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. "You're good," he said to Mulder in a low rumble. "You're good, too," replied Mulder, lips quirking up in a half-grin. Then as he looked down at Krycek, still seated in the office chair, Mulder's smile faded, his voice going serious. "If I take you in, you're as good as dead." Krycek stared up at him, saying nothing. "If I let you go, can I trust you to come back to me?" he asked, keeping his words free of inflection. Krycek stood up from the chair, stepping into Mulder's space until his face, still smelling faintly of sex and sweat, was just inches away. "If I had known you wanted me, Mulder, I might not have ever left." Mulder's lips parted on a gasp, and Krycek leaned in, pressing his own softly against them, flicking his tongue out to taste Mulder's bottom lip for just a moment before pulling back. He gave Mulder a sad smile and turned around, walking out of the office and closing the door behind him. Mulder gathered up his data and his wits and hurried out to the car, where his partner was sitting in the driver's seat, fidgeting nervously. He slid into the passenger seat, meeting Scully's confused, slightly angry frown. "Where's Krycek?" "We made a deal," said Mulder, his spent cock tingling just slightly. He held up the data and Scully's brows went from furrowed to arched. "And there's more where that came from," continued Mulder, settling into his seat and tucking the disk back into his pocket. "Mulder," said Scully in a worried voice. "What did you do to him?" "I think I may have made myself an ally," said Mulder with a slightly dazed look on his face. He stared out the windshield. "An ally. Krycek. Mulder, you let him go? What in the hell makes you think you're ever gonna see him again?" Mulder turned and favored her with a half-grin. "Call it a hunch." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It took just the right inspiration to get me to write this sequel; one agent, two ratboys, and a snake. ;-) Thanks again, guys. satina@hegalplace.com ~~ Satina http://www.hegalplace.com/satina A list for betas and the people who need them: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BetaBNB/