Afternoon Weirdness X: Shameless
by Te
9/98

Disclaimers: I want them. Badly. I think we all know that 
by now.

Spoilers: None.

Summary: Alex does a little something for Mulder.

Ratings Note: Big, fat NC-17.

Warnings: No redeeming value. At all. Don't blame me when 
you don't find any. ;-)

Author's Note: This is all Pretty Pretty Dawn Pares' fault. 
I just  gave her what she asked for. M/K, ludicrously 
power-trippy. Oh yeah, and the outfit is hers, too. <smirk> 

Acknowledgments: To Dawn Sharon for being a most 
enthusiastic audience. To K'Kathy, Carol, and Rachel for 
fine, fine beta in the face of absurdity. All remaining 
mistakes are my own.

Feedback: PLEASE. Always.

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Afternoon Weirdness X: Shameless
by Te
Daddy793@aol.com
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He'd said:

"Do something for me?"

In just that flat, dangerous rasp that twitched my cock 
clear out of freshly-laid sensibility and jerked my vocal 
cords into:

"Anything you want, Mulder..." And I smiled at him then. 
Probably quite stupidly, in retrospect, but the look I got 
in return was worth it for sheer lustful malevolence. I 
considered the image of him in leathers, filed it away for 
later use. 

He laid a hand on my chest... 

"Anything, Alex?"

... and, all things considered, the shower was a great deal 
of fun. Mulder wielded the razor skillfully and damn if I 
didn't nearly come afterwards from just the water sluicing 
down my bare legs. Made me think of the first time I'd done 
it for a john.... An artifice of vulnerability -- more 
binding than, say, makeup -- but still safe. The armpits 
weren't as much fun, but his tongue afterwards...

But the tease wouldn't go any farther. I was rock hard and 
about four seconds from kicking his legs out from under him 
and  fucking his face when he pulled the... outfit... from 
the closet. 

Plain white blouse. Navy thigh highs. I was OK, really. The 
blouse could be just a lightweight shirt. Any lightweight 
shirt. The thigh- highs... well, they had the appearance of 
soft wool and I must  admit I wanted to know how they'd 
feel going on. If he'd do  it himself or watch me.

But I really wasn't counting on the skirt. Plaid. The sort 
with  about seven different shades of that grey-blue that's 
supposed to say "prim," but always sounds a lot more like 
"flip me up and  fuck this handy ass," instead. 

Well, that's what they sounded like to me. 

I looked at Mulder. His eyes were glittering, flickering in 
the realm of the skirt's shades. His lips were slightly 
parted and it looked like he was breathing as hard as it 
felt like I was. Breathing. 

"Don't touch yourself."

I raised an eyebrow, moderately confused. Looked down to 
find  I was stroking myself rather steadily. 

I wanted to ask:

"What are you going to do to me?"

But it made it seem so final. I wanted to believe I still 
had some choice in this. Especially when he brought out the 
panties. 

Nothing frilly, mind you. That would have been... easier, I 
think. These were plain, white cotton panties. Wide elastic 
band and I  could feel how they would press, and press, 
against my cock.

"Mulder...." I wanted it to be a question, but it wasn't. 

"Put it on, Alex. Please."

He didn't look me in the eye... He seemed to be focused on 
my throat. I brought my hand up, felt the pulse pounding 
under the skin. Walked a little closer. 

"What should I put on first?"

No hesitation beyond a sharp pink tongue running fast and 
wet over his lower lip. "Thigh-highs."

He rolled one conveniently for me -- this was a performance 
that would have to be repeated -- while I struggled with 
the other.    Couldn't keep myself from hissing at the feel 
of it on my skin, God, I hadn't shaved in years.  I was 
sitting on the edge of the bed and  my cock was painting my 
belly. I didn't want to wait very long for  the game to 
start, tried to flex a bit as I rolled the thing on. This 
was a deliberate abrasion, a subtle torture I knew was only 
going to get worse. Wonderful.

Mulder watched me intently but didn't touch, damn him. 

Second one went on a little easier and I stood, made my way 
into his space, felt those flat-tipped fingers tug at the 
band of my --  they were mine, now -- thigh-highs.

"What next?"

His eyes were a bit unfocused so I took advantage, dove in 
for a kiss, sucked his tongue into my mouth and promised. 
Begged. Caught the acid tang of need and pulled away. 

His eyes narrowed some. "I'll get you for that."

I just smiled.

"For now, though... the blouse."

Simple to get it over my arms but that cool-water brush of 
silk... I wondered if his revenge would involve my nipples 
at all. It felt dirty to have my cock smearing the blouse. 
I wanted... I *wanted*.

"What next?"

"Turn around."

I panted at him. That's the only way to put it.

"Turn around, Alex."

I obeyed, bent at the waist, splayed my hands on the 
ancient  blue coverlet. Some commands could be anticipated. 

I felt his hands on my ass, kneading, spreading. The silk 
of the blouse was pulling a bit at the shoulders.... I am 
broader than Mulder. My cock was bobbing and leaking. 

The first stab of his tongue was shocking, a pleasure so 
bright I howled with it. It went on for a little eternity 
and I don't know what I was saying but it was tinged with 
regret... I wanted, so badly, for this game to continue and 
I knew he could bring me off like this,  so easily. The 
feel of his hand, warm and sure, on my cock nearly did it 
but the vicious squeeze at the base...

Well, I was OK for a while after that. I wasn't sure 
whether to  curse and face more of his torture or bite it 
back... like a good  boy. Or girl. 

I settled for sagging a little. The blouse was clinging to 
my back. The thigh-highs were starting to itch with my 
sweat.

"Stand up and face me, Alex."

I don't know what I looked like but I felt... usable.

"What next?" 

And the "sir" wanted, very badly, to come out, but I 
wouldn't let it.

Mulder heard it anyway, of course.

"The skirt, Alex."

Did I pull it down over my head? It looked tight, like it 
would pull on my cock as I shimmied into it. I didn't know 
if I could handle that.

Mulder smiled, reached out and stroked my face. 

"Just step into it. I'll button the side for you."

Absurd gratitude. It was always far, far too easy to play 
these games. Dangerous, too. Mulder had to know I'd get him 
back for  this. 

I obeyed, watched the fabric sway over the thigh-highs as I 
pulled it up, held the buttons for Mulder to fasten, 
looking over his shoulder. The skirt was wool, too, and it 
was scratching my cock maddeningly.

And then he stood and just looked at me for a long time. 
Smirked at the tent my erection was making of the skirt. 
Twisted a nipple through the blouse and I moaned. He wanted 
me to beg for the last bit, of course.

He picked up the folds of the skirt and rubbed them back 
and forth. I bucked, helplessly.

"What do you want, Alex?"

I wanted to be able to hold out but then he leaned forward 
and bit my nipple hard. It was all I could do to stand 
still, to keep my  knees from buckling. I think I cried his 
name.    He pulled away and there was a large wet circle 
over my right  nipple. Clinging there. I wanted him to send 
me out on the street. I wanted him to spin me around and 
fuck me hard. Christ, there's no way to explain how fucking 
worthless I felt that I wasn't being *utterly* used at that 
moment. This was, suddenly, all I  was good for.

"Please... let me put on the panties."

I barely recognized the sound of my own voice, but it 
seemed to please him. He nodded and smiled gently, but I 
could see his  fingers were trembling a little bit. This 
was... this was different. 

I stepped in, and I felt like a child. I felt like a slut. 
I felt like a fraud, knowing these panties would be stained 
the second they touched -- oh God...

I thought the skirt was bad but these were so tight... I 
squirmed, shamelessly, until Mulder caught me by the hip. 

Under my skirt and I felt his thumb stroke along the bone 
for a moment. I couldn't look at his face until the other 
hand caught me by the jaw. Forced it.

Raw need. Anger. Fear. 

Yeah, I understood it perfectly. I wondered how much more 
of this we could take. When he kissed me this time it was 
bruising and that was just fine, too. I wound up on the 
bed, on my back... but that wasn't how he wanted me.

One last grind, a vicious bite on my lip and he pulled off. 
Caught the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. 
I was cold  and I needed him back.

"Get over here. Crawl. Across my legs."

At that point, I couldn't even spare one part of myself for 
thoughts of the inevitable payback. All I could do was 
kneel up and obey,  slide as much of myself as I could over 
those leanly muscled  thighs, gasping as they scraped 
across my nipples, moaning at  the feel of my cock 
pressing...

"You're so hard, Alex..."

The voice was rough and needful and he wasn't touching me, 
yet, but I could feel his hands hovering over my body.

"Slide up a little more.... Yeah, that's it."   He flipped 
my skirt up and the temperature difference was  shocking. 
Made me wait for it.

"You're mine, you know that?"

"Yes."

"You're my whore, you know that?"

"Yes."

"What do you deserve?"

"Anything you think I do."

He shifted under me and I could hear the stifled groan. 
When his hand fell the first time it was barely a glancing 
blow. He was  testing me, grabbing hard at my ass. I didn't 
think I could beg for more of this.... It was too much to 
ask. He knew that, though,  and without further torture for 
the both of us, the slaps began falling fast and hard.    I 
know I jerked with each one, grinding myself down into him 
and up again, desperate to meet, desperate to please. It 
hurt and I was burning and I wished to God he'd peel back 
the panties and work me harder still... I think he doubted 
his own ability to handle it. 

More of forever, and the sound of my own cries mingling 
with his grunts and I wanted more... And then he stopped. 
Pushed me off his lap with brusque efficiency. 

I was aching and angry and shamed and then he grabbed me by 
the back of my neck and took my mouth with his cock. 
Several vicious thrusts, blunt-salty and careless, and it 
was over, his  come leaking out the side of my mouth, ass 
burning under my skirt, the panties soaking with my own 
helpless pre-come. 

I looked up at him then, flushed and panting, still hard. 

"Pull your cock out, Alex."

I obeyed. Tried to hold back the groan. My balls were still  
trapped. 

"Jerk off for me."

I held his eyes, ran my thumb over my length. Let him watch 
me flush with it. 

Caught myself in my fist and squeezed. Managed to keep my 
eyes open just so I could watch him watching me. I kept it 
slow for as long as I could; I wanted to remember that 
hunger for the rest of my life. He couldn't tear his eyes 
away and it was wonderful.

Then he dropped to his knees in front of me. 

Bent down and... hovered is the best way to put it, over my 
cock. Pulling back and following my movements like... like 
nothing I'd ever seen. I had to close my eyes, then. 

Pulled faster, dug the nails of my other hand into the 
carpeting to avoid either freeing my balls or grabbing 
Mulder.... Neither one  would be allowed, at this point. I 
felt a slash of his tongue over the  head, jerked and 
gasped.

"Keep going." 

Breathed against me. I couldn't hold this much longer. 
Another tongue slash. "Please..."

"Please what?"

"Suck my cock. Swallow me down. Please..."

Another swipe and I nearly howled. I could feel the fingers 
of my other hand cramping. I was heavy and slick but I had 
to wait for his pleasure. And keep stroking myself. 

"Take your hand off your cock."

Almost impossible at this point, but I did it. And then 
there was a hand slipping between my thighs, freeing my 
balls and before I could even cry my relief a furnace of 
wet heat was surrounding me.

I know I called his name, bucked as much as I was able. 

And then a finger snuck further back and teased me and I 
was coming hard, yelling and sobbing. 

I woke to find him nuzzling me. I'm not sure if it was 
apology or affection or lust or some combination of the 
three, but it was  pleasant. 

Sated again, it was just a silly, stained uniform. 

But it was mine.

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