From: "Shannon" To: "whispers list" Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW: Two Great Tastes R, M/K, 1/1 Date: Friday, September 20, 2002 11:42 PM Two Great Tastes by Shannon Kizzia (shannon@hegalplace.com) Rating: strong R for sexual language Category: SRH Keywords: M/K Spoilers: For a certain old commercial that some of you ancients may recognize. No eps. Summary: Mulder and Krycek. Chocolate and peanut butter. *Can't* be a coincidence. Notes: My woman's not feeling well. This is to cheer her up. It's so PWP it's not even funny. Well, maybe it's a little funny. Even a lot. If you're twisted like me. If not, maybe it at least has some caloric value. Archive: If you want it, here it is, come and get it. Date of Posting: 9/20/02 Disclaimers: They belong to Duchovny and Lea. Rock on, boys. .................... "That'll be fidy cent," said the pot-bellied black man behind the counter at the newsstand. Mulder rummaged slowly in his pocket for the change, a morose look weighting down his eyes and the corners of his full mouth. He handed the man the two quarters, attempting a smile and failing with the left half of his lips. "Thanks," he muttered pathetically. "You're welcome," the man said, brows crinkled, studying the depressed yet stunningly attractive man. "Got any...?" Mulder started before trailing off. "Yeah?" With a heavy, drama-clogged sigh Mulder shook his head. "Nevermind." "All right then," replied the man. He muttered to himself as the tall man trudged away, "Ain't got no chocolate gonna cheer that white boy up, sheeit." Mulder looked down at the plain Hershey bar in his hand as he shuffled down the sidewalk. The sun was beating down on him, it being a warm September day in D.C., and Mulder decided he'd better eat his bar before it melted and was ruined. He unwrapped unenthusiastically and began gnawing on the end without zeal or passion. He was a fourth through when his eyes caught sight of the black figure leaned against the wall at the end of the alley he was approaching. The electric green eyes were unmistakable. The jacket recognized on first sight. Who *else* would wear a black leather biker jacket in 75 degree weather? Alex Krycek. Mulder's first inclination was to try to summon enough energy to bash his pretty face in. Then he realized he'd have to put down his chocolate, and he wasn't quite prepared to sacrifice it to the task of turning his nemesis into a punching bag. It was then that he saw what Krycek was holding. A jar of peanut butter. Mulder stopped dead in his tracks. There stood Alex Krycek, foot propped up behind him on the brick wall, holding a jar of peanut butter. And he was... Dipping into it with his fingers. Long. Thick. Slightly calloused fingers. Two of them together. Dipping down into the jar and coming up drenched in creamy peanut butter. Rising to a ready, open mouth. Depositing themselves inside. Mouth sucking the the tips, then licking them clean. Mulder stood staring at the man before him, chocolate beginning to melt, sad thoughts all but forgotten. Slowly, without his permission, his feet started to carry him toward the cold killer with the Peter Pan. He wasn't ten strides away when the other man's eyes rose to meet his. ............. Krycek tensed but took in Mulder's slack appearance, noting the lack of attack mode, the untucked work shirt with loosened tie, the dark circles under the eyes...the still-noticable bulge of Mulder's flaccid cock lying between his legs in his grey slacks. And Alex Krycek smiled. "What are you waiting for, Mulder?" he rasped, crooked grin complimenting the evil glint in his eyes. "Two great tastes that taste great together. Or so they say." With that he sucked the last remaining traces of peanut butter from his fingers with a final smack, licking his lips and staring Mulder down. He looked pointedly down at the other man's crotch to see that his pants had indeed tightened just a little. Krycek couldn't help licking his lips one more time, and before he could look back up, Mulder had taken several long strides and was right in front of him, stealing his breath as he pushed against Krycek's chest, chocolate and all, until they were in the darkened alley and Krycek's back was pushed roughly against the wall, a small grunt leaving his lips with the impact. Mulder breathed raggedly, his mouth inches from his enemy's. "What is this, Krycek?" said Mulder, somewhat less than dangerously. "What do you mean, Mulder?" Krycek asked in a breathy whisper, looking directly into the hazel eyes in front of him. "It's snack time." Mulder continued to breathe hard, though now he was only exerting enough force to keep Krycek pinned up against the wall. His chest heaved against the other man's and the chocolate smeared across Krycek's collar. "Dip it in," Krycek offered, not yet holding up his jar, but merely tilting his pelvis into Mulder's gently once. Mulder inhaled a sharp, surprised breath with the contact which he probably could have dismissed as accidental if he wanted to. Krycek smiled at the thought. "You know you want it," he continued, inspired and downright pleased with himself. He half expected Mulder to start pounding him at any moment. With his fists, unfortunately. He was ready whenever Mulder wanted to put an end to his little game. He was more than a little shocked when Mulder replied, "So give it to me then, Krycek." Krycek's smile dropped off of his face like it had never been there. He looked into cold, brown-tinged eyes that betrayed nothing but seriousness and a barely harnessed tension. Did...Mulder mean...he wanted to... Krycek gulped. ...have *sex* with him?! He felt his bravado drain out of him and gulped again convulsively as the sweat broke out across his brow. "So... Uh...r-right here? Do you...? Now?" he stammered. Mulder's sure hand shot down to Krycek's wrist and captured it quickly and tightly. "You got a problem with that?" he asked, breathy again, tilting his head to study Krycek with darkened eyes. Krycek could only breathe shakily for a moment, but then he shook his head and murmured softly, "N-no." "Good," Mulder rumbled deep in his chest, slowly bringing Krycek's hand with the peanut butter up, stepping away just enough to allow it between them, his other hand coming off Krycek's chest with the chocolate bar as intact as it could be under the circumstances. "Hold still," Mulder instructed. Steadily and deliberately, he brought his Hershey within range of Krycek's peanut butter. Krycek waited with bated breath as Mulder, still holding his wrist, dipped his chocolate down into the jar, never letting his eyes leave Krycek's for a moment. He dug down deep, getting a big dollop on the end without breaking the bar in two, bringing the sweet treat out of the other man's jar and holding it up in front of his face. "Lick it," Mulder instructed, smoothly. ............... "Unn," Krycek whined involuntarily, lashes fluttering, making Mulder's cock stiffen in happy salute. He went fully erect when Krycek extended his little, pink tongue and touched it to the peanut butter, lashes lowering. Krycek's lips closed over the bar and he was about to take a bite when Mulder jerked it cruelly out of his mouth. "Did I say you could eat it?" he asked, voice rising in his displeasure, cock twitching excitedly in his pants. "But..." Krycek whimpered in protest. "Did I say. You could eat it." Mulder enunciated, getting into it. A small, secret part of him was beginning to hope Krycek was getting into it as well. "No," Krycek breathed helplessly. Mulder took a less than surreptitious glance down between Krycek's legs. "Or maybe it's this you want," he suggested, reaching for his fly. As he began to unbutton and then unzip, Krycek dropped the peanut butter and it hit the alley floor noisily. Mulder brought the peanut butter/chocolate bar to his mouth as he reached into his fly and began to stroke himself. He took a large messy bite, chewing lustily, peanut butter smeared across his cheek. "Want it?" he asked around his mouthful cockily. "Y--" Krycek cleared his throat. "Yes." Mulder was still chewing and unhurriedly jacking himself when he asked again. "What was that? You need to speak up, dollface, or you might not get what you want." Krycek rolled his eyes at the blatant display of male ego. "Yes!" he exclaimed, totally exasperated. "Uh, yes what?" Mulder asked, feigning the patience of a first grade teacher. "Yes, I want to suck your goddamned cock, Mulder, Jesus!" Mulder raised his eyebrows once, zipped up his pants, leaned down and picked up the peanut butter jar, and gestured with it toward Krycek's erection. "Good to know." With that, he stuck his chocolate bar into what was left of Krycek's peanut butter, licked his sticky lips, and walked away, leaving a hard, speechless assassin in his wake. His day, he had to admit as he strolled back out into the sunshine, was shaping up. End Want more? Good to know. ;):) shannon@hegalplace.com