Fandom:  X-Files
Category:  Mulder/Krycek slash
Rating:  NC-17
Spoilers:  The Red & The Black - US Season Five
Archive:  Nowhere please. Thank you.
Disclaimer:  Don't own 'em.  CC does.

Summary:  Um, mindless, pointless PWP smut?  Hey, works for me. <g>

For Alicia.  Hope this is okay for our "gentlewoman's" agreement. :-)

FALLING
by DBKate
dbkate@yahoo.com
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Quaint Russian customs have their good moments and their bad ones.

The good ones are when the kiss of friendship hits the correct spot, at
the right time and the person receiving it knows exactly that you've
given him a distinct and very clear message.

The bad ones are when your target turns his head, you miss his cheek
entirely, and the kiss lands directly on his lips. It gets even worse
when you realize that you aren't making any motion to pull out of the
kiss, but are rather falling into it as one would topple from a window
ledge in a slow motion movie scene, gently tumbling further toward some
unknown destination, either safe and soft, or harsh and deadly.

But the very worst -- or, the very best part is . . . when you realize
that you haven't fallen alone.

And to imagine, I'd only come here to say "hi", thought Alex Krycek as
his lips took Fox Mulder's beneath them and his tongue began to explore
the insides of his mouth, stroking the velvet of his inner cheeks;
feeling the rough edges of his teeth.

A cautious part of Krycek wanted to pull away, but, in whole, he was
powerless to.  Especially since Mulder's hands quickly went to the
lapels of his leather jacket, pushed it over his shoulders, and he
heard the soft clatter of metal zippers and buckles fall to the
hardwood floor. The kiss deepened, and then ended, as Krycek's
lips traced their way across Mulder's jaw, with neither pair of eyes
willing to meet.

"Jesus," breathed Mulder in his ear, and Krycek's cock twitched in
response.

Yeah, maybe there -was- a God, Krycek thought deliriously, as his
tongue worked his way down Mulder's neck, with short licks starting at
the earlobe, slower and longer ones running along the taut tendons
along his throat.  He fought back the urge to simply push Mulder down
onto his couch, and lose himself violently within him, but instead took
it slowly, his single hand beginning to roam.

With a pinch, a tug at each nipple through the thin cotton of Mulder's
t-shirt.

A gentle slide along his ribcage, hand curling behind slim hips.

There was a single, fast, hard pull forward, groin against groin, and
he heard Mulder gasp into his collarbone.

A furtive whisper.  "Alex, I..."

"Shhhh," came the reply.  More laps along finely stubbled skin, kisses
pressed against Mulder's shoulder.  "Shhh."

There was another kiss, and silence followed, but Mulder refused to
remain passive.  Krycek felt a strong pair of hands snake their way
around his own hips, grasping tightly, pulling forward and then
caressing sensitive areas along his back.  There were patterns traced
against bone, muscles kneaded, until Krycek's hips began to move of
their own volition against Mulder's body, their cocks coming in
contact, through denim and soft cotton.

It was his turn to moan, and he did so, into Mulder's mouth, the
vibration keening against both pairs of lips.  Krycek could feel his
control slipping, and the couch was beckoning; if only he could get
Mulder there and not...

But before he could debate it any further, Mulder had pulled back, and
knelt before him, with both hands tugging at his zipper.

Oh, there -is- a God, Krycek thought, as he heard the grate of the
metal fastener being opened and felt his jeans being tugged down, not
all the way -- just enough to give access; just enough to trap his legs
together, bind him in place, root him to the spot...

And make him wonder why he hadn't tried this years before.

The first warm wonderful licks against the underside of his cock
nearly made him fall down, but Mulder's hands held him up, and kept him
from sliding down to the floor.  Then, without warning, he was
engulfed, and the world became no more than sensation, hot and
spiraling through his belly and legs, and when Mulder looked up at him,
hazel eyes peering up at him, even as his mouth still worked below,
Krycek exploded, crying out, with lights of every color bursting before
him -- briefly, but brightly so.

He shut his eyes tightly, forced himself to breathe, as Mulder rose
from his knees, and caressed him once more, with a warm kiss against
his throat.  Another whisper in his ear, this time hoarse and faintly
amused.  "Now, is there something else you wanted, Krycek?"

"Yeah," Krycek breathed back.  "There is . . ."

Without another word, he gently pushed Mulder backwards, and Mulder sat
down hard onto his leather couch, smiling faintly.  He sat almost
expectantly as Krycek knelt before him,  pushed his knees apart, one at
a time with his one hand, and crawled between his legs.  Mulder
obligingly lifted his hips and helped with the removal of the
sweatpants, the underwear; pushing up his t-shirt to expose a taut
belly with its faint line of dark hair rising to his waist.

Krycek lowered his head to the cock in front of him and began slowly.
Teasing licks along the rim, pressing his tongue against the underside,
against that -spot- that never failed, tickling the tiny, weeping slit
at the top with the tip of his tongue, while waiting, just waiting
for...

The buck of slim hips.  The short, involuntary thrash.

The breathy moan. "Oh, Christ, Alex."

And, without hesitation, Krycek took Mulder down to the root, greedily,
without thought or niceties, hand and mouth working in concert toward
their goal.  Mulder was straining to be silent, but his resolve broke
and Krycek could hear the gasps and cries surround him.  He sucked
harder, moved faster and everything blurred into heat and sound and
motion, with him and Mulder gasping, moving, ...

Falling as one.

After it was done, after both had safely landed, Krycek looked up, saw
Mulder, still smiling, almost laughing at him with his bright eyes.  To
his amazement, he felt himself flush under the scrutiny, and rose,
almost angrily, to pull himself together, but not before a pair of
hands reached out to him.

Curious, he stared at Mulder . . . and then took one of the proffered
hands.

Only to find himself pulled forward, onto Mulder, to find his and
Mulder's lips and limbs entwining once more.

And both of them falling yet again.

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Fini.

Any comments are welcome.

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