Title: Author: Kirina Date: 1/6/01 E-Mail: KirinaJ@yahoo.com Rating: NC-17 Archive: Yes, just ask. Summary: Mulder and Skinner capture Krycek and stop at a hotel for the night on their way back. Notes: Since the BBC have screwed around with XF scheduling so badly I'm losing track of it a little so this story takes place at no particular time in the XF universe but probably quite early on. Thanks to Bertina and DarkCherry for Beta reading. Fox Mulder was bored. The day's tensions seemed far behind him now as he sat flicking through channel after channel of televisual garbage. He glanced enviously at a door behind which his boss was sleeping. Maybe not peacefullly, but sleeping. He had opted for the couch while Skinner took the main bedroom and Krycek was tied up in the second. As with most hotel furniture, the couch seemed to be designed for appearance not comfort. He left the tv on showing some cheap porn film calling itself an erotic thriller. He was still bored but didn't have the energy to move downstairs to the hotel bar. Picking up the phone instead, he dialed down to ask room service to bring up some beers. The beer was finished soon enough as was the film, leaving him mind numbingly bored and wandering around the large living room area of the suite. He decided to go and check on their prisoner. Handcuffed to the bed in a room without windows with only one door in and out, there wasn't too much to worry about, but this was Krycek and you couldn't be too careful. The door was already slightly ajar, a thin strip of light falling at the foot of the bed. Krycek had managed to fall asleep despite the discomfort that must have been caused by the handcuffs. He looked almost innocent asleep. Maybe he was once, before he sold his soul off a piece at a time. He remembered a time in his life that he'd rather forget. A gulag in Russia and that first night in hell when Krycek had helped him through. Had held him, kissed him, comforted him. Then the morning after when Krycek had betrayed him. It took him a while to realize, that as he watched, the man in the bed was staring right back at him. He smiled up at Mulder stretching out as much as the cuffs would allow. "You like watching me Mulder?" He asked softly, his voice lazy from sleep. Mulder didn't reply to that. Krycek did make an appealing sight. If you could forget who he was, the thing's he'd done, the people he'd killed. Somehow, he did have the ability to make you forget, just for a little while you could look at him and see just another victim. Could lose yourself in him, like stepping out of time. Without thinking, Mulder had inched closer to the bed, and made a decision. He leaned over Alex's face and moved in for a kiss; surprised then glad at how easily Alex opened up to him, letting him plunder his mouth. By the time he pulled away, they were both breathing heavily. Mulder stepped back, pulling off his t-shirt and kicking off his sweatpants, he moved to the bed . Climbing up to straddle Alex's hips, he unzipped the jeans that held that perfect body so tightly and knelt to pull them down and push them to the floor. The t-shirt frustrated him; the only way to remove it was to remove the handcuffs. In the end, he settled for pushing it up over Alex's head and arms and wrapping it over his cuffed hands. Sitting up, he could feel Alex's erection pulsing against his hip. He pressed against it then leaned down. He kissed his way up the taut chest feeling out the two hard nipples with his index fingers, circling them, running over and over them. He moved up, kissing the smooth skin where the collarbone met the shoulder. He sucked on it and increased the pressure till it reddened, leaving a mark. He kissed him on the lips again, moving one hand down to stroke at the waist band of his boxers before moving inside, curling his hand around the hard shaft, pumping it a few times before withdrawing and removing both their pairs of underwear. With a kiss, he left the bed for the bathroom, bringing back a bottle of the hotel's complimentary body lotion. He poured a little on his hands and started to massage Alex's perineum feeling the man shiver. He moved his fingers back, massaging the tight asshole, pushing two fingers a little way in, bending them a little, exploring. Alex sighed, pushing back onto the fingers. Mulder reached further inside, searching for the small bump in the soft walls and finding it, he raked over it gently once and then again eliciting a soft cry from Alex who was bucking a little way off the bed now, the handcuffs preventing too much movement. Keeping the fingers in place, brushing across the prostate, he squeezed lotion onto Alex's cock, letting it run down the length, using his free hand to coat it, making the movement of his hand up and down easy. He withdrew the fingers and placed his hands on Alex's thighs and moved forward to place the head of his cock at the other man's entrance. He pushed inside slowly but steadily, pulling Alex's legs over his shoulders leaving him completely open to him. He started to thrust hard in and out, keeping a slow rhythm. One hand grasped onto Alex's cock again, pumping it slowly. The sight of the younger man beneath him, completely under his control, eyes squeezed shut with desperate pleasure, his breathing ragged, gasping, moaning; it was driving him quickly over the edge. He rode faster and pumped Alex faster, feeling his orgasm reaching out and then taking over his body, sending him slamming back into Alex, nails digging into his thighs, his hand squeezing an orgasm from the other man. Alex opened his eyes slowly and smiled up at Mulder. They stared at each other, both breathless and exhausted. Mulder moved off the bed, using a towel to clean them both up. He dressed Krycek and gave him one last kiss before redressing himself. Skinner stepped away from the doorway before either man noticed he was present. He retreated to his own room. He sat on the bed letting his hand slip into his half open robe stroking his painfully hard, neglected cock in quick rough strokes bringing himself off as quickly as possible, replaying the sight of Mulder, gorgeous and glowing with sweat, fucking Krycek. He came hard and fast, muffling a cry, then slept well for the rest of the night. He woke and decided that a shower was definitely in order. He let the water run a few minutes, letting steam fill the room before stepping under the hot spray, letting it relax him, soothe him, feeling nothing but the pounding of the water on his face. Mulder answered the door to the room service tray. Pouncing almost immediately on the pot of freshly brewed coffee, letting the smell awaken his senses. Aromatherapy. He went to knock on the door to Skinner's room but didn't get an answer, he found the door unlocked and entered. "Sir?" He called out. He saw that the bedroom was empty and walked further in. Steam flowed through the half opened bathroom door. He could hear water running. Something compelled him to move closer to the door until he was standing in the bathroom doorway. He could see Skinner through the steam, standing in the shower, water running down his back and over a perfectly muscled pair of buttocks. As if sensing that he was being watched, Skinner turned towards the door. Mulder moved to leave but not fast enough to avoid being seen. "Mulder?" "Sorry Sir. I just wanted to let you know that breakfast was here." "I see." Mulder remained frozen in the doorway. "Mulder." He repeated, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower, he moved towards the man displaying a perfect 'deer in the headlamps' expression. Skinner saw his opportunity and backed Mulder into the door before pressing his mouth against the other's, kissing him firmly but gently, letting his tongue caress those soft lips. Then he felt Mulder responding, pushing back, kissing eagerly, hot tongue pushing into his mouth, exploring every inch, kissing him so well it made him light-headed. "Mulder." He groaned, breaking the kiss after feeling the younger man rub against his naked erection. Suddenly, Mulder was kissing him again, pushing him backwards into the wall. Kissing him hard, running his hands over broad shoulders and muscled sides, sliding behind to cup firm buttocks, massaging them. Then he broke the kiss again, moving, kissing down his neck, a fast, hot trail of kisses down chest, down stomach, till he was kneeling between Walter's legs. He kissed the underside of the older man's cock, then licked in long, firm strokes. He swirled the tip of his tongue around the head over and over until Walter grabbed his shoulders, holding him, urging him on. He watched as Mulder sucked in inch after inch of his thick cock into his mouth, swallowing again and again, using his throat to wring louder and louder moans. He gradually increased the pressure in his mouth until Walter broke, wave after wave of pleasure rushing over the man as he emptied his cum into Mulder's throat. Only the strong hands on his hips kept him from sinking to the floor. Mulder released him and guided him to sit on the bed. Kissing him he left the room returning with the room service tray. "Breakfast?" He asked. Skinner stared open mouthed at him, still breathing heavily. "You are incredible Mulder." "Yeah, so I've been told." "Come here." Mulder complied, letting Skinner kiss him again, slower, more satisfying. He felt strong hands pulling off his pants and boxers gasping as one gripped his erection sliding fingers found the base moving up and over the head then back down. A large finger worked its way inside his anus sliding upwards towards... He cried out as the finger hit his prostate, his cock jerking, spilling his orgasm over Skinner's hands. "That was, nice." "Just nice?" "My brain's not working too good at the moment." "I see. Mulder?" "Yeah?" "I saw you last night. I came out of my room and I saw you and Krycek." "I can explain that." "It was the hottest thing I've ever seen." "Really?! You want a repeat performance?" Without waiting for an answer, Mulder stripped and walked into Krycek's room. "Good morning Alex." The other man looked up sleepily from the bed. His eyes widened at seeing Mulder undressed and even further at the sight of him removing his clothing yet again; this time ripping through the black t-shirt to reach him. "A little case of morning glory Mulder?" He asked a little breathlessly. Mulder picked up the mug he had brought in with him and sipped a mouthful of coffee then moved back to the bed. Alex shouted something incoherent in Russian as Mulder's mouth moved over his cock taking only the tip into his mouth, the coffee had made his mouth unbelievably hot. He leaned over and picked up the mug from the nightstand taking another mouthful and again sucking on only the tip of Alex's cock. Alex came screaming after only half a cup of coffee. He left Krycek on the bed recovering and turned to Skinner who was sitting in an armchair in the darkened corner of the room. "Was that what you had in mind?" Krycek held onto the bed rail to pull himself up. Surprised at the sight of Skinner, he wondered how long he'd been there for. "That was beautiful." Skinner stood kissing Mulder his hands moving across smooth skin, caressing, exploring. "What do you want to do about him?" Mulder asked. "You think he can be trusted to behave himself?" Mulder shrugged gracefully, his eyes sparkling. Skinner walked over to the bed. He tilted Alex's face towards him and kissed him hard, one hand reached down and squeezed his cock gently. Alex's eyes were wide, surprised but slightly glazed from arousal, as his handcuffs were removed. He rubbed his wrists, sore from their captivity and moved off the bed; cautiously, unsure, waiting. Skinner had already rejoined Mulder and they were kissing furiously. There'd probably be a Skinner shaped dent in the wall by the time Mulder finished with him. God, he thought those two were incredible to watch. Mulder had turned Skinner round now and kissed his back, urging him to brace his hands on the wall. He was pouring lotion over his hands and using it to stretch Skinner's opening, he was preparing him and then there was no more preparation, he was sliding into him so slowly, carefully. The sound of heavy breathing filled the room. Alex moved closer, smiling to himself as he knelt on the floor at Skinner's feet, taking his cock into his mouth. Every thrust from Mulder sent Skinner thrusting into Alex's mouth. He knelt, letting the older man fuck his mouth, his hands joined Mulder's on Skinner's hips, their fingers weaving together as they both drove him slowly out of his mind, over the edge, shouting out and shooting into Alex's mouth. His ass muscles contracted around Mulder, dragging him over the edge as well. A well-executed stroke of his erection and Alex fell with them. It crossed Alex's mind briefly that he should run, take this opportunity and get out but his body just wouldn't cooperate, he was exhausted but more than that, he wanted more. Wanted to stay with Mulder, even wanted to stay with Skinner. So he went with them to the master bedroom and lay down in the king-sized bed and slept holding on to Mulder, held by Skinner. End.