Title:      Poiche Li Amo
Author:     Mortis
E-mail:	    fanficcorner@yahoo.com	
Rating:     NC-17 for sex
Category:   K/other smut
Spoilers:   thru the end of season 5
Disclaimer: Krycek isn't mine as much as I wish he was.  Marley   
            is. I'm not making a dime off either of them.

Thanks to:  Kim and Nancy for all their encouragement. 



Poiche Li Amo
by Mortis

The rain poured as I stepped through the door.  At first, I could 
see nothing as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, but as the sound 
of soft raunchy blues caressed my ears, I immediately knew that he 
had chosen a bar for the drop.  

My eyes adapted slowly.  It was an older place with the heavy wood 
from floor to ceiling that harkened to another era.  A large 
ornate bar completely took up one wall of the room, which was not 
large and only sparsely occupied.  Several secluded booths lined 
the remaining walls and about four small tables were set up 
between the booths and the bar.  

I made a quick sweep of the place and counted six individuals.  
Behind the bar was a very brawny man of about 65 who looked like a 
retired cop.  A waitress leaned disinterestedly on the bar and a 
middle-aged couple sat eating at one of the small tables.  I 
spotted him, sitting in a booth engaged in a rather heated 
discussion with a man with a prominent nose.  

I made my way toward the bar.  They both looked up as I passed and 
I saw his eyes slither over my body starting with my legs, slowly 
working their way up.  I was suddenly very aware of myself.  I had 
removed my leather jacket and the white silk blouse I wore under 
it was soaked, clingy and nearly translucent.  When they finally 
reached mine, I saw the familiar dark malachite eyes and the fire 
behind them heated something inside me that I thought I had put to 
sleep long ago.  I tore my eyes away and scurried into the ladies 
room.

I went to work with a paper towel taking a few hopeless swipes at 
my hair.  I unbraided it and shook it out in a shower of damp 
burgundy curls over my shoulders.  I found one of those push 
button dryers and took off the wet silk.  In its present state, it 
was worse than being naked, especially since I wore no bra.  The 
heated air helped and it was quickly dry enough to wear.  I let it 
do a round on my hair, replaced the blouse and then fixed my face 
as best as I could.  Finally, I felt a bit more put together and 
headed back for the bar.  

The man with whom he had spoken was gone and the couple was making 
leaving motions as well.  As I reached the bar and sat down, he 
slid onto the barstool next to me.  "The cock crowed at midnight," 
he said in a stage whisper.

"Krycek, what the fuck are you talking about?" I asked, my lips 
curling into an involuntary smile.

"Oh, I don’t know," he said grinning, slipping his arm around my 
waist and bussing me on the mouth in greeting, "I just thought it 
sounded like a proper spy greeting."  He laughed.  He had a deep, 
throaty laugh that always made me quiver inside.  "How have you 
been, Marley?" he asked signaling to the bartender who stood at 
the opposite end of the bar totally engrossed in some game or 
other on the television that hung above it. A waitress stood 
counting crinkled bills and change, ignoring it, him and us.

The bartender ambled down to our end of the bar. "Yeah," he asked 
pleasantly, "what can I get for you folks?"

I ordered my usual Southern Comfort and Alexei his vodka martini 
and we discretely headed for the most secluded of the booths at 
the back of the bar in a darkened corner.  I slid into the booth 
with my back to the wall and a clear view of the bar.  He scooted 
in, pressing close against me.  His left hand cupped the back of 
my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss.  He took his other hand 
and slid it slowly over my knee and up between my thighs, pulling 
my Beretta 9mm from its holster strapped to the left one.  "Okay, 
I’m armed," I admitted evenly, "but I noticed you are as well."

He removed his hand from my neck, holding it above the table and 
flexing his fingers.  "Transplant technology’s come a long way, in 
America, hasn't it?" he mused, obviously pleased to be a whole man 
again.  He dropped my weapon into my open handbag and slipped his 
restored arm back around my shoulder.  "I’ll show you mine, if you 
like," he leered and pulled back his leather jacket enough for me 
to see his own weapon in its shoulder holster.  

Over the years, we’d grown to trust each other with the unspoken 
agreement that any move that proved false would be met by 
immediate and deadly force.  We were rats, Alexei and I, scurrying 
through the underworld with only our own wits to watch our backs.  
Each working for the same cause, but with different reasons.  

He nibbled at the flesh between my ear and shoulder as I dug the 
small plastic case out of my purse.  I deposited it in the inside 
pocket of the leather jacket that he wore and turned my head to 
meet his kiss.  It was long and deep and very passionate.  "Our 
business here is done," I breathed into his ear as I broke the 
kiss.  "I should go."

He pulled me closer by burying his hands in my hair and tugging, 
using it to tilt my head back.  "I know," he said as his lips 
brushed my throat and down across my collar bone, "I also know 
that you don’t have anywhere to be in the next 48 hours."

"How do you know I don’t have someone to do in the next 48 hours, 
you arrogant fuck?" I snapped, irritated because he was absolutely 
right.

"Mia cara," he chuckled, delighted to have gotten under my skin, 
"I’m in the information business.  But, as it happens, I don’t 
have any plans for the next couple of days either."  He caressed 
my hair and face with barely restrained desire.  "Come on, 
Marley," he pled softly, "let’s go pad our expense accounts, huh?"


"You know I can never refuse you, don’t you?" I said with 
resignation and a nip at his earlobe.

He dropped a couple of bucks on the table and downed his martini.  
I did the same with my drink and we headed straight for the back 
door of the bar and the hotel that abutted an alley in common.  I 
made a soggy dash for my car to retrieve the weekend bag out of 
which I lived, while he did the same and we met again in the 
lobby. 

*~*~*

Krycek tipped the concierge to take our bags to a room, it would 
seem he’d already procured.  "I’m hungry," he announced as he 
wrapped his arm around my waist and guided me to the dining room.  

"Good evening, Mr. Grayson," the maitre ‘d greeted him as we 
entered, "Your table is ready."  He led us to a private table 
waiting for Alex’s nod of approval before leaving us in the hands 
of a very stiff waiter who decanted a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon 
that was older than he was.  Then we were alone.

"You had this planned all along, didn’t you?" I accused, unable to 
hide my pleasure.

"I did," he admitted as he took a sip of his wine.  His eyes 
sparkled with mirth at my conflicted feelings.  On the one hand, 
it was very presumptuous and arrogant but on the other, how very 
romantic and spontaneous. How very Alexei.  Something in the back 
of my mind whispered, "Trust no one," but my desire for him 
screamed louder and I decided to let myself be seduced.

The table was a rounded booth situated in a niche isolated from 
the other diners by a curtained doorway which the waiter had 
closed unobtrusively behind him.  He sat very close, nearly facing 
me, his left arm rested on the back of the seat behind me while 
his fingers danced through my hair and stroked my neck sending 
bolts of lightning down my spine to settle, sparking, between my 
legs.  

His right hand toyed absently with his wine glass automatically 
lifting it from time to time to his lips.  His eyes burned into 
mine as he asked me to recount my latest brush with death, but the 
brush of his fingertips against my jaw and along my cheek made it 
hard for me to concentrate on the tale.  He leaned in and captured 
my lips with his, and wrapping his arms around me, pulled me 
firmly astride his thighs and into his lap.

His lips dipped to my cleavage, kissing the rise of first one 
breast, then the other. Strong arms wrapped around my lower back 
as his hands kneaded my ass and pulled me in tight against his 
burgeoning erection. I could only surrender as I fisted my hands 
in his hair. I kissed the top of his head, pulling his mouth more 
firmly against my breast, and breathed in his spicy, musky scent. 

His hands released my ass and slid around and up my thighs, under 
my skirt which had ridden up when he'd pulled me onto his lap. I 
reached down to grip his wrists, remembering - albeit only vaguely 
- that we were ostensibly still in publlic in spite of the 
curtained alcove.  He twisted his arms, loosing my grip and placed 
my hands firmly on his shoulders and replaced his own hands on my 
thighs. Up they slid until his thumbs encountered my silk covered 
curls.  He hooked his thumbs into the thin silk and pulled 
sharply.  I gasped as the material gave easily and I found myself 
completely exposed to him.  He lifted my tattered panties and 
brushed them against his cheek before slipping them into the 
pocket of his leather jacket. 

Replacing his hands on my thighs, he again, stroked them upward 
and I couldn't contain a moan as his thumbs bumped against my sex 
again, this time meeting no barrier.  He parted the lips gently 
and sought out my clit, rubbing briefly over the hard nubbin. My 
head fell back and my mouth fell open as I became powerless to 
stop him from doing anything he pleased.  His finger dipped 
between the lips finding me already soaking wet and plunged into 
me, causing my muscles to involuntarily clench around him.

At just that moment, the curtain parted and the stuffy waiter 
reappeared with another equally stuffy man both bearing trays 
filled with food.  Alex discreetly slid his hand away and I 
climbed off his lap, wishing that I had boiling oil propped over 
the curtained doorway. I had to hand it to the guy though, he 
never once let on that anything out of the ordinary had been going 
on.  He and his stiff companion laid out an impressive repast on 
the table and after decanting another bottle of wine, left us to 
our own devices again.

We feasted. Alex tore a piece of pheasant from the bone and 
proffered it with his fingers.  The gamy flavor of the dark, rich 
meat flooded my mouth as I bit through the tender flesh.  I fed 
him a mushroom cap stuffed with a nutty pate by the same method.  
I watched in rapt fascination as the muscles of his chiseled jaw 
worked and jumped and marveled at the fluid motion of his throat 
when he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.  I took 
another sip from my wine and contemplated fucking him right there 
on the table.  

*~*~*

The stodgy waiter came back with a devilish looking dessert 
covered in hot caramel and fudge.  As he sat it on the table 
before us, I lifted Alex's left hand and began to gently suck the 
pheasant gravy from the tips of his fingers.  "We'll take that to 
go, Jeeves," he said, smiling wickedly at me.  His other hand 
closed like lightning on my wrist and he was suddenly standing, 
pulling me to my feet beside him.  "Send it round to the Honeymoon 
Suite.  On second thought," he smiled wickedly, "we'd rather not 
be disturbed." He picked up the footed silver dish in which the 
dessert had been served and tugged me after him as he swept us 
toward the elevator.

Alex pressed the button for the penthouse suite - the bridal 
suite.  Whatever had possessed him to procure that particular 
room, eluded me.  But it was fun to pretend.  Before the doors had 
even closed on us, he was backing me into the corner of the 
mirrored chamber, wrapping his free arm around me.  He lifted and 
pinned me to the wall with a deep, wet kiss.  My legs wrapped 
around his hips of their own volition and his hand dropped to 
support my now bare ass. I could feel his cock, rock hard, beneath 
his jeans and ground into him, satisfied at last to hear *him* 
moan in reaction.  All too soon the bell dinged and he reluctantly 
released me.

We practically ran down the hallway, giggling like the newlywed 
couple we appeared to be as Alex nearly dropped the dessert while 
wrestling the cardkey out of his pocket. He handed the card to me 
and I swiped it through the reader, twisting the handle as I heard 
it click.  He swept me up again in his free arm and carried me 
across the threshold. He deposited me on my feet, the dish on the 
table and shrugged out of his jacket.  He moved swiftly toward me 
and began to unbutton my blouse, his lips on my throat. 

"God, Marley.  How do you do this to me?" he asked placing my hand 
on his erection.

I squeezed gently eliciting another moan from him as he thrust 
himself more fully into my hand. He had quickly removed my blouse 
and skirt so that I stood completely naked before him.  I had 
divested him of his shirt and popped the first couple of buttons 
on his Levis when he maneuvered me backward until my knees came up 
against the mattress.  He pushed me backward while gently easing 
me to the bed, and breathlessly breaking his kiss, turned to the 
table to retrieve the confection that he'd toted upstairs.  

He stood over me and tilted the dish.  I squealed as the first bit 
of warm caramel/chocolate goo and cold, melted ice cream drizzled 
across my breasts and over my belly down to my curls.  "Oops," he 
grinned, "I've made a mess.  Here, let me get that for you."

His lips dipped to my navel and his tongue made a wide swath 
around it and over the gooey mess.  I could feel the heat building 
low in my belly as he cleaned my stomach and made his way to my 
breasts. His tongue circled the entire breast bathing it, his lips 
and perfect teeth teasing my nipples one at a time as he sucked 
the mixture from them.  

Once they were clean, he retraced his path down my belly, each 
kiss dipping lower and lower as his hands parted my thighs to 
admit him between them. His lips brushed over my hipbones causing 
me to squirm in delight then down over my hips to my inner thighs, 
nipping and kissing all the while.  

Suddenly, his tongue darted in to tickle my clit and I nearly 
exploded. He did it again, licking a wide swath through my center. 
I think I moaned something exceedingly intelligent like, "Oh God, 
Alex!" as he placed his hands under my ass and lifted me so that I 
was poised on his fingertips, my world balanced on his tongue and 
at his mercy. 

La petite mort the French call it, "the little death." My thighs 
trembled as he tipped me over the edge into the abyss and wave 
upon wave of pleasure washed over me.  I could see his smug smile 
as I cried out in spite of myself while every muscle in my body 
convulsed and I came and came. After my body had gone limp, he 
lowered me gently to the bed and crawled up to lay behind me, 
enfolding me in his strong arms.

*~*~*

His erection strained against his pants as I wiggled against him. 
He moaned and thrust against me in return. I turned to face him, 
his bare chest warm and hard against my breasts.  His arm snaked 
between the bed and my ribcage, hugging me firmly against him. He 
rolled over onto his back pulling me on top of him.  I planted a 
soft open-mouthed kiss on his lips and drawing my knees up, sat up 
as his hands came up to encircle my waist. His hands stroked up my 
ribs, his fingertips brushing the underside of my breasts and then 
down my sides and over my hips to caress my behind and back again.  

I captured his wrists and, sitting astride him, pinned them over 
his head.  My hands slid down his arms and over his smooth, 
muscular chest. He kept his arms up in silent surrender to my will 
as my hands continued their exploration down over his rippled 
stomach to trace the dark strip of hair just below his navel that 
disappeared into his jeans.  I undid the last few buttons and 
tugged the denim over his hips and off, throwing them over my 
shoulder to the floor.  

He wore no underwear and his cock sprang proudly upward, swaying 
with each beat of his heart.  I leaned over him and retrieved the 
dessert dish from the night stand. Deep in a pool of melted ice 
cream, was what was left of the cooling fudge and caramel. I ran 
my finger around the edge of the dish, dipping it deeply into the 
sweet syrupy stuff.  Twisting to catch the last drip, I pulled out 
a generous amount on my finger and proceeded to paint his cock 
with it.

He watched silently, but his breathing sped up and deepened. His 
rigid cock danced and twitched as I bathed it with my tongue.  I 
took him into my mouth, opened my throat and swallowed the length 
of his shaft.  His eyes rolled back into his head, his jaw went 
slack as his hands fisted in my hair and he issued a moan that 
sounded very much like the Russian word for "mercy".  He was as 
hard as marble as he dragged me upwards, toward his mouth.

Alex rolled over, dragging my hands over my head as I had done to 
him earlier. The length of his body lay stretched atop mine, his 
knees slid in between my thighs, spreading them, and I could feel 
him nudging against my opening, demanding entrance.  I was wet and 
slippery as a boiled egg when he pushed and the head of his cock 
slipped inside me. He eased the rest of the way in, slowly 
stretching my passageway with his girth, filling me up.  A 
guttural snarl escaped my lips.  I brought my legs up and 
encircled his hips pulling him violently inside me, "Fuck me hard, 
Alexei!"

He answered with his own growl and slammed his hips into me 
forcefully. "You like it rough, baby?" he crooned into my ear as 
he pinned me down.  His powerful thrusts propelled me forward and 
my head came in contact with the pillow padded wall.  His mouth 
sought mine and came down in a brutally passionate kiss. 

I tottered on the edge of the abyss, my hands buried in his hair.  
His lips broke their bruising kiss as he came up for air and I 
moaned for him to join me, to come with me.  With an incoherent 
groan, his cock twitched as he spilled into me.  The rhythmic 
spurt hit my womb, sending me over the edge to scream his name as 
our bodies convulsed, clinging to each other in shared orgasm.

As our panting subsided, he rolled over onto his side, propped up 
on his elbow and looked into my eyes.  "Ah Marley," he crooned, 
"you have any idea how much I love you?"

My breath caught in my throat and my heart swelled before it 
broke. How I had wanted to hear those words from him, but I *knew* 
him.  I knew better. I didn't dare fall in love with him.  I took 
his face gently in my hands, stroking his perfect, full bottom lip 
with my thumb, and stared deep into his eyes.  God, how I wanted 
to believe him.  I swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that 
threatened to break through and betray my jaded exterior.

"Alexei," I began, "I was born in a refugee camp.  I grew up 
there.  It was dirty; it was dangerous; and I didn't survive it by 
believing in big dreams and beautiful lies. I survived by being 
the most treacherous piece of work that ever slit a throat over a 
hunk a cheese. Suffice it to say, I know when I'm being played. 
What is it that you want?" 

"Right now, all I want is you," he said simply. He kissed me 
again, "We'll get to business later. Right now, this is personal 
time. You know, the bridal suite has a Jacuzzi..." He cocked an 
eyebrow over a leer that wasn't entirely playful.

He rose, gracefully as a jungle cat, from the bed and disappeared 
into the bathroom.  Soon I heard the sound of running water and a 
warm, mellow light poured out with the steam. "Come on, baby," he 
called, "the water is just right."  Then I heard the sound of the 
jets. I forced myself to stand on my still shaky legs, and moved 
toward the bathroom.  

*~*~*

A dozen candles blazed in the room filling it with their warm 
glow.  And there in the deep sunken tub sat my golden Adonis, 
glistening as the flames illuminated each muscle of his chest, 
accentuating it.  I stepped down and eased into the delightfully 
hot water, facing him. The water surged and bubbled around us and 
I felt myself begin to relax.

A bottle of fine champagne rested in a silver ice bucket along 
with two glasses. Alex popped the cork and filled them, handing me 
one.  He took a sip, sat his glass on the floor tile that 
surrounded the sunken tub and leaned forward.  Seizing me about 
the waist, he pulled me closer until my legs rested over his and I 
was sitting on my knees astride him. His hands slid, in a smooth, 
firm motion, up my back and over my shoulder blades. The result 
was a delicious massage and I surrendered to it willingly.

His fingers moved expertly, sensually up the back of my neck and 
into my hair, massaging my scalp.  I leaned my head backwards, 
letting him take the weight of my head and I felt his lips softly 
kissing my extended throat.  His kisses softly traced my 
collarbone and came back up my neck to that spot just behind and 
below my ear that he *knew* drove me wild. I could feel his cock 
beginning to stir as I moaned and wiggled against him. "I *do* 
love you, Marley," he breathed in my ear as his one hand dropped 
to cup my ass and pull me tighter against him. "I know you don't 
trust me, yet you continue to keep me as your only lover."

The water swirled and churned around us as he kneaded my buttocks 
with one hand and fisted the other in my hair, holding my head 
steady as his lips dipped down my neck again and lingering at the 
hollow in the center of my throat, asked, "Why is that, Marley?" I 
thrust my chest upward, hoping that he would find my breasts as 
intriguing.  And as if reading my mind, his mouth sank lower and 
his kisses covered my breasts, lingering first at one nipple, then 
the other.

He was the best lover I'd ever had.  I had to admit that to myself 
as he continued to pleasure me, as if I were telling him where I 
wanted to be touched and how. I idly wondered if he was entirely 
human when he seemed to display the telepathic traits of the alien 
colonists. I was amazed when I felt his cock stir beneath me and I 
ground my hips in a seductive, slow circular motion. Maybe not 
alien, but definitely superhuman, I thought to myself.

I rocked slowly forward and back, trailing my hands through his 
hair as he continued to kiss my breasts, only both hands now 
squeezed my ass, with a rhythm that encouraged me to continue 
rocking. I lifted slightly and tilted forward adjusting myself to 
the angle of his now turgid flesh until he was poised at my 
entrance.  

I brought my lips to his ear and whispered, "Perche, Alexei?  
Poiche li amo," and with my confession, I knew I had doomed my 
heart.  I closed my eyes and impaled myself on his throbbing cock. 
He again stretched me to my limit as I enveloped him.  

A low growl emitted from deep within his chest when I slowly 
lifted and sank again, my inner muscles rhythmically contracting 
around him.  He emitted another animalistic snarl and his hands 
were around my waist pulling me down. I grasped his hands and 
raised my arms pushing backwards.  He had no choice but to bend 
his arms and I held his hands immobile behind his neck as I again 
buried him deep inside me.  His hips bucked beneath me.  This time 
it was I who moaned as I repeated my motions, gripping him firmly 
inside me as I pumped up and down, my thighs beginning to shake.  

We were both on fire as I rode him harder, faster.  The water 
sloshed over the sides of the tub as he bucked under me, lifting 
me out of the water with the force of his thrusts. His last 
violent, upward surge tipped me over the edge and my core spasmed 
in ecstasy.  His hands sought my face and clamping them around my 
head, pulled me to his lips.  His tongue plunged into my mouth in 
a kiss that threatened to possess my very soul if I surrendered to 
it.  And surrender I did, willingly, as he held me and spilled 
into me, joining me in blissful oblivion.

Later, when the water had cooled, we quit the tub.  After drying 
each other with enormous, soft towels, we climbed naked, exhausted 
and sated into the large soft bed to fall blissfully asleep in a 
comfortable tangle of limbs.

*~*~*

The laser-drill whined in my ear and a white hot pain lanced 
through my head. I tried to move, but found my head, arms and legs 
bound, totally restrained.  The light was in my eyes and I 
couldn't see them, but I could hear the rustling and murmuring 
that belied their presence.  I could hear them in my head, 
thousands of voices blending to make an unbearable din.  A keening 
whimper escaped as I begged, in vain, for the torture to stop.

Alex's hand stroked my hair as he held me and gently shook me 
awake, "Shh, Marley, it's okay, baby. You're safe. Shh, shh, shh, 
I've got you." 

I struggled for a second before remembering where I was, and with 
whom. I searched his eyes and saw profound empathy, a compassion 
born of shared suffering. At that moment, I could almost let 
myself believe that he truly loved me.  But, in our line of work, 
falling in love is a disastrous career move that often leads to 
literal termination. 

He placed soft kisses on my eyelids, my cheeks, my forehead, and 
cooed reassuring sounds into my hair.  Comforted by his 
ministrations and feeling luxuriously safe, I snuggled deeper into 
his arms and considered surrendering to the somnolence that 
beckoned me back to its warm embrace. 

His fingers brushed across my temple, smoothing my hair back from 
my face and his feathery kisses reached my mouth. My lips parted 
as his tongue slid between them, eagerly searching out mine. The 
kiss intensified and he rolled me onto my back, his fierce 
erection pressing against my naked thigh.  He lay pressed firmly 
against me, bare flesh to bare flesh and I felt his heart beating 
fast against mine.

I lifted my legs, encircling his waist. I was spread wide and he 
took full advantage of the opening. He shifted, moving his 
engorged member to my center, and entered me with a slow 
deliberateness that bespoke tantric control.  His gentle kisses 
continued down my throat and along my collar bone, slow and soft 
back up my shoulder to just below my ear.

He began to move slowly, pulling nearly free of my nether embrace 
and once again plunging leisurely back to the hilt. He raised up 
onto his hands, lifting his weight off me and gazed deeply into my 
eyes as he fucked me slow and well.  


My hands slid appreciatively over his body.  I cupped and squeezed 
his firm, muscular ass, encouraging the slow grinding of his hips.  
I stroked my hands over as much of his thighs as I could reach and 
back up over his behind to his lower back. I touched him 
shamelessly, appreciating the fine details of his physique with 
the abandon of the blind.

Next was his broad upper back, my hands pausing to properly 
worship every inch of it.  I lightly raked my fingernails up over 
his shoulders, eliciting a shiver and another passionate kiss. 
Then my fingers danced up the back of his neck, lightly touching 
the small scar there.  I had one just like it, we all did. Then I 
moved up and plunged my hands into the soft thickness of his hair.

~end part one~