Never his Control

(Second part of first chapter continued)

Mulder became fully aware of his own left arm, he could feel it tingle as his body tried to imagine what it would be like to lose a limb. A shiver went down Mulder’s spine as he recalled how close he had come to the same fate. Mulder's sympathetic thoughts came to an abrupt halt as he remembered the last time he had seen that little hurt look on Krycek's face, right after Mulder's 'is that how you beat yourself' comment the last time he had seen Krycek.

"Oh you poor baby, that's too bad," said Mulder, a low chuckle from Mulder's chest, followed his sarcastic comme"I "I hope you were not expecting me to feel sorry for you."

The crease between Krycek's brow smoothed away as a small evil smile curved his lips. "No Mulder, but I do feel sorry for you." Krycek brushed the fingers of his warm right hand against Mulder’s hip, sending another shiver of an entirely different sort running straight up Mulder's spine then straight back down to his cock. Mulder could feel the heat rise up to his face as the continued stroking caused Mulder's sed sed cock to bob upwards to touch the hot mass of Krycek's erection. "It was not very polite of your friend to leave you all alone in this state. Do you want to me to do anything about it?"

"Justin! What the hell have you done with him? If you have hurt him, I'll hurt you! You won't be able to scurry away fast enough like the scum-sucking pestilent rodent you are!"

Fuck! Mulder had forgotten all about Justin, a warm and naked Alex Krycek on top of his own naked body had completely distracted Mulder from another issue. It did not help either that Krycek was still stroking Mulder's hip in a way that was freaking Mulder out. The stroking from side of leg to side of ribs was causing a distraction from the things he should be thinking about. Like what the hell was Krycek doing here, what did he do with Justin and why the hell was he still on top of him and why did Mulder have to be fully conscious of every part of the rat bastard's flesh that was clinging to Mulder's own traitorous body.

"Ahhh... But Mulder, it was your new friend that scurried away like a rat." The smooth and husky voice responded to Mulder's ridiculous insult. At the same time, the hand glided over Mulder's hip to the flat planes of his belly, the fingers softly dipping into the crevice of his belly button. Krycek's long fingers were only touching Mulder as light as a feather, causing Mulder's nerve endings to tingle and vibrate like a tightly strung wire on a finely tuned stringed instrument.

Random wishes entered Mulder's brain, a wish for Krycek's other hand to join the current explorations of the hand delicately brushing Mulder's lower abdomen, but never getting too close to his wanting groin area. But these thoughts were brought short by the harsh reality of the cold plastic weight resting against the naked flesh on the other side of his body.

"Why are you here, Krycek? If you have some message you must pass on to me regarding government conspiracies or alien invasions, forget it. I'm not interested and can't do anything about it. As a matter of fact, why don't you take your fucking cuffs and your fucking god damn gun and just leave."

Krycek shifted around a bit so his legs were now perfectly straddling Mulder, a position which caused their cocks to be pressed together. Krycek's eyes shined with a wicked gleam and a small smile revealed his teeth as he pushed his groin into Mulder's and in a slow and maddening fashion begun to rub his thick erection against Mulder. "Hmmm... no messages to pass on, as if you would listen to anything I say."

"Wha... What are doing!" The warm wrapped feeling of vibrating nerves completely overwhelmed Mulder's thought processes. "What... stop. For gods sake, I can't think while you're doing that."

A husky laugh came from above. "Can you think while I'm doing this." Krycek bent forward over Mulder's chest to lay a kiss on his nipple. Krycek's lips changed the feathery kiss to a wet licking and biting of Mulder's nipple, causing the nipple to be erect and flush a darker colour. Waves of tingles generated from Mulder's nipples with each lick, suck and gentle scraping of teeth. "I'm not going anywhere Mulder. What I'm doing now, that’s why I'm here. I've been wanting to do this for ages." Krycek said between licking and biting.

Incoherent mumbling and groans came from Mulder as all thought left his brain and made a direct journey to his groin as Krycek continued the assault on Mulder's now hard, tingling and sore nipples. The mumbling sounded something like, "no, I hate you... hate you hate you. Stop." and "Urrrghhh" and "Please, lower. Feels so good... yes, bite me there. Bastard! I hate you!"

Krycek continued to kiss Mulder's nipples, bite his nipples and lick his nipples. Mulder felt Krycek's tongue make a wet trail towards Mulder's throat, more scraping of teeth and the sucking on pulse points. Krycek bit Mulder's chin, leaving an indentation of teeth. Krycek reached Mulder's ear; he could feel the other man's lips touch the soft lobe of his ear. Krycek stilled for a couple of seconds, hovering over Mulder.

"Before this night is through, you will be screaming my name," said Krycek. Mulder arched his whole body in response to the husky murmur and soft breath of Krycek's voice in his ear. "Alex. I want to hear you scream 'Alex.'"

"No." A repetition of 'No' went through Mulder's lust fogged brain, only to come to a abrupt halt when Krycek once again roughly rubbed his cock against Mulder's aching erection. "Oh God!" Mulder groaned.

"Good, Huh?" said a smug Krycek. There was only silence from Mulder.

Krycek manoeuvred himself between Mulder's legs, pushing the long limbs further apart and up a bit so he could have access to the fine round ass. Mulder gave no thought to kicking out with his legs, nor would of he been able to, as hot liquid desire made his body feel like heavy hot melted gold. Krycek moved his hand between the cheeks of Mulder's bottom. Mulder thought he heard himself gasp a "yes... " When he felt soft fingers stroking his puckered entrance. Mulder loved having his ass touched, just imagining having his bottom squeezed always made it tingle.

Mulder arched and pushed his intointo the stroking fingers, eager for them to enter him. Mulder gave a gasp of denial when the fingers disappeared for a moment. Krycek rubbed his hard cock against Mulder's small entrance, which earned him a sigh from Mulder. Krycek grinned down at the sleek and sexy man beneath him, as he pulled a condom and lube from the pocket of his jacket. This was turning out to be much easier than he thought. Who knew that Mulder was such a slut?

"Krycek," said Mulder, his voice a growl that almost startled Krycek into dropping the lube. "Are you going to fuck me, or did the Tunguskens chop off more than just your arm." Krycek thought he was going to come right then, when he looked at Fox Mulder's face, his eyes. The man's face was flushed and the hazel eyes had the most heated intense look, that was so powerful it felt like something physical had leaped from Mulder's eyes and attempted to shake Krycek to pieces.

"Oh god," moaned Krycek.

Mulder muttered 'finally' under his breath when he felt a lubed finger enter his puckered hole with no warning. Despite the little sharp pain of the invasion into his body, Mulder pushed towards the fingers more, demanding more. Soon Krycek had two fingers in Mulder. After half a minute, Mulder felt the pain go, to be replaced by a lush feeling of fullness in his ass. Krycek curled his fingers striking Mulder's prostate, causing Mulder's whole body to shudder in reaction.

"Krycek... please, please," said Mulder, his voice a little whimper. Krycek answered by removing his fingers and immediately replacing them with his cock. The sudden thrust of a hard fat mass into his body sent a sharp wave of pain to his hips. Mulder gave a cry, which clearly sounded like he was hurting.

"Mulder," said Krycek, concerned. Krycek kept still, waiting for Mulder to adjust.

Soon Mulder felt the pain ease off. His entire body felt like it was filled to the hilt. The lush feel of fullness was wonderful. But he needed more. Mulder tensed his inner muscles causing Krycek to groan above him. Mulder became aware of drops of sweat landing on his bare chest, dripping from Krycek's face and upper torso.

Krycek started thrust in and out of Mulder, he did not think he could last long as Mulder was so tight, and the way Mulder could squeeze those inner muscles was driving him beyond control.

Clenching and unclenching his fists. Wishing he could touch or scratch at Krycek. Mulder drove his hips upwards, meeting each of the other man's powerful thrusts. Until Krycek turned the tables and angled his thrust directly into Mulder's prostate. Fire hit Mulder's body, right to his brain. Waves and waves of sparks went through his body, causing him to shudder and writhe. The world started to go black for Mulder, but he was still conscious of the other man pressing into him, stretching him, filling him, joining him in shuddering orgasm.

"Oh God!" Krycek gasped as the powerful force of an orgasm invaded his body. A wild energy compelled a need to bite at the captured body beneath him. Then the energy was suddenly gone - the force had left his body. Krycek dropped down on the limp and damp form below him, following the other man into the deep sleep of the truly satisfied.

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Justin Cooke finally reached his parked pick-up truck, which was near the club where he had picked up one of the most beautiful men he had ever come across. He swore again. How often do you come across a man like that, Justin thought to himself. The hazel-eyed Alex had a certain aura about him, a curious mix of vulnerability and strength. Plus the lush visual package, made the man exactly Justin's type. He almost had him! And then that fucking bastard with a gun...

Humiliation swamped Justin's emotions as he remembered how he had scurried away in terror from the man with the gun. No matter what, Justin vowed to himself, he was going to find Alex and get him back, have him and keep him. And this time he will be prepared to face any competition, Justin thought as he got into his truck.

Once Justin was in the truck, he reached into the glove compartment; pulling out a wide gold band and putting it back on his finger. Kim, his wife, would kill him if she saw him without it...

The end.