For Sue and the M/K list.  A PWP with no 
redeeming features whatsoever.  No plot, no point, 
blame it on new Kaluhau with Milk.  Milk has a 
bad effect on me.

Disclaimer:  disclaim disclaim disclaim.  These 
boys are as much mine as they are anyone else's, 
and if Alex Krycek is going to go around in public 
being wantonly and deliberately gorgeous, he just 
has to expect this kind of thing.

Wet
By Sarah Bellum with serious comments from Sue.

Mulder tore his clothes away, heedless of the 
expensive suit he was ruining, frantic to pull the 
fabric away from where it burned his flesh, 
exposing his skin to the soothing water of the 
showers.

Skinner, dressed only in casual clothes to maintain 
some degree of anonymity during the prisoner 
transfer, was already naked and rubbing the 
nullifying foam into the skin of his chest.  The 
sudden tightness in Mulder's chest caught him off 
guard - the man was huge!  He'd seen Skinner 
without a shirt before, but again the man's 
impressive wing span made his abdomen tighten 
and his breath catch.

A squeak of distress broke his fixation, "Shit!" he 
exclaimed, grabbing Krycek by the front of his 
shirt and dragging him further into the water 
streams.  The chemicals they had been sprayed 
with were starting to turn the younger man's skin 
pink, the mild acid already having its affect.  
Unable to help himself with his hands cuffed 
behind his back, Krycek was already starting to 
hop about as the burn set in, and Mulder let him 
suffer a few more seconds, admiring Krycek's 
nipples through fabric stuck to his lithe body.

Skinner thrust a dispenser of the foam into 
Mulder's hands, and proceeded to tear the T shirt 
from Krycek's back, "Rub this into his face and 
hair in case the water isn't enough.  Make sure you 
don't forget anything."

Mulder lathered Krycek's face, rubbing his fingers 
across long eyelashes, into nasal and aural cavities, 
making sure there were no traces in his mouth or 
hair.  It had been a long long time since he'd 
touched Krycek so intimately, way back when they 
had been friends and partners.  Physical memories 
could not be kept at bay as the short dark hair slid 
through his fingers, but emotional memories were 
savagely squashed as Krycek moaned in relief.

Skinner had shucked down Krycek's jeans, and 
Mulder watched in disbelief as the AD's hands 
were rubbing the foam into Krycek's buttocks and 
down his thighs.  "Mulder, get his shoes off, and 
make sure you've cleaned your own feet as well as 
his."

Mulder dropped to his knees, his own breathing 
speeding up, involuntarily, as he remembered the 
last time he'd been on his knees in front of Krycek.  
He got off the tightly laced boots with some 
difficulty, quickly rubbing foam into Krycek's feet 
and toes.  He stopped in incredulous surprise at 
Krycek's burst of choking giggles.

"Sorry, guys - ticklish," Krycek explained 
breathlessly, his eyes shining, his skin pink with 
more than just the chemicals.  

//You have no right to be laughing// Mulder 
thought, ungenerously, annoyed as Krycek wiggled 
between the two agents, obviously enjoying 
Mulder's discomfort.  Mulder's fingers started to 
rub the foam up Krycek's strong, muscular legs, 
making sure no trace of the chemicals remained, 
while Skinner kept one arm around Krycek's neck 
to hold him in place.  Skinner was holding Krycek 
back so hard, his back was almost bowed, pushing 
his ripe plump genitals into Mulder's face.

"Remember this, boy?" Skinner's voice rumbled, 
and Mulder was horrified when he realised 
Skinner's other hand was twisting and probing 
between Krycek's buttocks.

He dropped his head, blinking water from his eyes, 
his mouth open with shock as he watched 
Skinner's large fingers exploring Krycek's anus, 
two, then three fingers pushing into the firm full 
buttocks.  

Krycek was up on his toes, almost dancing as if he 
was trying to lift himself away from the invading 
fingers, but his almost laughing gasps gave away 
his enjoyment.  He was looking down at Mulder, 
his face alive with teasing enjoyment as he writhed 
on Skinner's fingers.  Skinner's expression showed 
no such enjoyment, he was serious, intent, staring 
into Mulder's amazed eyes with a superiority 
which bordered almost on contempt.

Krycek's laughter mutated into squeaky 'ahs' and 
Mulder looked down again, lifting Krycek's balls 
out of the way so he could watch Skinner's 
massive erection disappear into the tight pink ring.  
Krycek's thighs were trembling with the strain of 
accepting the fat shaft  Krycek's erection, not at all 
dispirited by the discomfort, twitched and danced 
by Mulder's face.

Urged on by the thrill of two other men watching 
him, Mulder gave in to his own impulses and took 
Krycek's entire cock into his mouth in one 
swallow.  The feel of the burning head bumping against 
the back of his throat sent shivers to his groin.  His 
balls ached and his cock twitched at the thought of 
being taken like this.  An image of Skinner, fully 
dressed in the AD's office, kneeling before him 
sucking his cock flashed in his head.  In response 
he sucked hard on Krycek, making him writhe.

//This place had better be sound proof// Mulder 
thought, as Krycek's whimpers and moans echoed 
off the tiles, his feet unable to get a purchase on 
the wet floor, scrabbling for a hold.  Skinner stood 
steady on the wet floor, unperturbed by Krycek's 
struggles, moving with easy economical strokes, 
accepting Mulder's worshipful performance as his 
due.

Supported as much by Skinner's cock up his ass as 
by the strong arm around his throat, Krycek 
coughed and gasped his surprise and pleasure, 
writhing and making it hard for Mulder to keep a 
grip.  Finally Mulder braced his hands against 
Skinner's thighs, holding Krycek's legs apart with 
his forearms, and just riding out the man's abortive 
thrusts.  

Mulder slowly released the impaled man's cock 
until just the tip was between his teeth.  He gnawed 
gently, letting sharp teeth drag over the ultra 
sensitive underside of the helmet, letting Krycek 
feel the implied threat of pain.  Krycek squealed - a 
tone of delight, not fear, and Skinner's other hand 
came around, grabbing and crushing Krycek's 
balls hard, holding the younger man still while 
Skinner started to thrust into the tight, red hot 
channel.

Mulder worked the uncircumcised crown... letting 
his lips push the skin back each time Skinner 
forced Krycek forward.  Mulder's tongue circled 
the hot spongy head again and again, teasing the 
slit, before he dived forward again until his nose 
was buried in sparse pubic hair.

Krycek giggled and writhed, gasping as he was 
almost asphyxiated by Skinner's crushing arm, 
//Stop enjoying this, you bastard.  We're raping 
you, for crying out loud!!// Mulder thought, 
swallowing the water that ran down Krycek's 
body, along his cock and into Mulder's mouth.  
The water carried tasted of the tang of excitement 
and precum... and the taste of Krycek, a taste he'd 
never thought to feel burning across his tongue 
again.    

Skinner held Krycek so hard he could barely move, 
but the force of Skinner's thrusts slammed their 
flesh together, Krycek's body vibrating with the 
force.  The loud echo of each slap filled Mulder's 
ears, like the sights and sounds and tastes of the 
body under his hands and in his mouth filled his 
brain:  everything focussed down to this moment.  

Skinner's hand released the base of Krycek's cock, 
threaded through Mulder's hair, and pushed him 
down harder, pushing Mulder's head into Krycek's 
groin.  They connected, all three of them, and 
Mulder had the ridiculous thought he was sucking 
Skinner's cock - using Krycek as a condom.

The cock being forced down his throat was cutting 
off his air, and he moaned, sending vibrations 
through the swollen flesh, and just rode out 
Skinner's thrusts, aware of Krycek's balls 
impacting with his chin, and Skinner's grunts.  

Skinner came hard, and with the same force and 
quiet dignity with which he did everything else.  
His hips pummelling Krycek's appreciative ass, his 
eyes open the entire time, holding Mulder's gaze.  

Mulder released Krycek's cock with a loud pop, as 
Skinner pulled himself free with enough force to 
drag Krycek back a few paces.

Skinner finally relaxed the arm at Krycek's throat, 
smiling at his relieved gasps for air.  He pushed 
Krycek to the floor, onto his knees, kicking his 
thighs apart, then pushing his head onto the wet 
tiles.  He sat himself down comfortably onto the 
bench under the shower, and put one foot onto 
Krycek's neck, holding him in place.  

"You're turn, Agent Mulder," Skinner smiled as 
Mulder licked his lips, taking his place behind 
Krycek's up-turned buttocks.

There was virtually no resistance as Mulder 
positioned himself, and pushed forward into the 
well lubricated channel, Krycek pushing back greedily.  
The hot sucking flesh gripped him hard, and Mulder 
smiled as he realised that much of the sticky moisture 
that surrounded him was Skinner's cum.

He gripped each full round buttock, holding them 
apart to make sure he could go as deeply as possible, 
before pulling out and slamming back home.  He 
pounded the ass raised helplessly in front of him, 
his balls slapping painfully against Krycek's, and 
only Skinner's weight on Krycek's neck kept the 
helpless man from being pushed along the slippery 
tiles.

Krycek was sobbing quietly now, his giggles long 
gone as his need for release took over from his 
amusement, "Oh, Jesus, Mulder, fuck me, Christ, 
yeah, fuck me, Mulder..." the swearing and begging became 
a low vibrating litany, each plea forced out with 
each increasingly violent thrust.

Mulder could feel the heat gathering in his balls, 
slamming into willing flesh with power that 
brought Krycek's knees off the floor with every 
thrust.  The first bubble of precum travelled to the 
tip of his stressed cock, Krycek's flesh squeezing 
him like a hot wet fist, until it felt like the head of 
his cock was exploding, and he poured liquid steel 
into the body hungrily waiting for him.

He kept pumping it forwarded, enjoying Krycek's 
cries for more as much as the electric pleasure of 
his orgasm set his body alight, pumping his hips 
until his balls felt drained and empty, 
and he fell forward over the pale back.

"Finished?" Skinner asked, grabbing Mulder's 
arm, pulling him upright, hauling Krycek up by the 
cuffs.  

"Hey, guys..." Krycek tried wiggling around, his 
ignored erection bobbing around frantically like a 
muppet on speed, seeping with precum and purple 
with need.

Skinner uncuffed Krycek, then recuffed his hands 
to the shower head, shins pressed against the 
wooden bench on which Skinner and Mulder 
plopped themselves down.  

"Hey, guys, let me down." Krycek protested his 
uncomfortable position, twisting to look at the two 
agents through his over stretched arms.  His need to 
cum painful and pressing.

"Shut up, boy," Skinner's large hand loudly 
impacted with one vulnerable ass cheek.

"Ouch, hey, what are ya doing!" Krycek squawked 
as Skinner tested the pinkability of the other cheek.

"Mulder?" Skinner peered around the pert butt to 
talk to his agent, "We should reapply the foam in 
about twenty minutes... just to make sure there's 
no reaction to the chemicals, of course."

Mulder grinned, running his hand up Krycek's 
thighs, collecting the beads of moisture until his 
fingers tickled vulnerable balls, feeling them crawl 
against his finger tips, "How long do you think we 
can make those twenty minutes last?"

Skinner gave Krycek another good hard smack, 
enjoying his protest, "Oh, at least two hours... 
maybe more."

END