Afternoon Weirdness 13: Sunless Morning by Te 10/98 Disclaimers: These fellows aren't mine, and I wish them all the best with their cruel, cruel master. Spoilers: Not a one. Ratings Note: Strong R for language and m/m interaction. Summary: Mulder and Alex do some talking. Author's Note: I was talking with Pretty Pretty Dawn Pares about wacky dreams and the marvelous story she'd made from hers... She asked about mine. Starts off weird and goes from there. Acknowledgments: To Sister Blue because she sings me river songs... Thanks to Pretty Pretty for being a fine audience, and to Rachel and Spike for wonderful beta. Feedback: Please. Always. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Afternoon Weirdness 13: Sunless Morning by Te Daddy793@aol.com ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daddy793: Moses I know, I know you seen fire But you never seen fire Until you seen Pele blow... Ashre, ashre, ashre, ashre... The geeksmut club. Daddy793: Wow... I had some M/K mindfuck dreams. SkaLab6066: I spose. Really? Share? Or too dark? Daddy793: I think your story is wonderful. Clean and neat and whapow. SkaLab6066: No silly. Share your dreams. Daddy793: Oh, Mulder and Krycek are holed up somewhere. They're sleeping in separate rooms. Apparently there've been issues before this. UST but no smut. Mulder wakes up one morning, way too early. Creeps into Alex's room. Mutters something like "Jeez, Krycek. Least you could have done is left a few of those buttons undone. Give a man something to fantasize about." Alex didn't move or open his eyes, just ripped the loose, white button-down open, and rested his hand on his own chest. "You're thinking: That's more like it." SkaLab6066: Wooohooo! SkaLab6066: See? That's my girl.. the sexiest subconcious ever I've seen.... Daddy793: "You're thinking about resting your hand on my pec.... there's no hair there..." Alex began to touch himself, eyes still closed, the rest of him still. "The skin is smooth, warm with sleep. You're thinking he hasn't moved. It'd be all right if I moved the shirt over a little bit. Ran a hand over the nipple..." Alex did so, with a degree of surreptitiousness that should have been ridiculous considering the game. Mulder bit his lip at the sight of flat, dusky rose, puckering under a touch he knew was too gentle... Gentle enough that Alex would be able to pretend it wasn't his own hand. "Krycek, what the fuck are you doing?" Alex didn't stop, arched a little into his own touch. The eyes were still closed but the lashes began to flutter. Stammer in the approximation of that state between waking and sleep. He made a breathy sound. "You're wondering about the sound he just made. Wondering if he'll do it again. If he'll moan. Wondering what you'll have to do to make him moan. Or gasp..." Mulder leaned against the doorframe with a sour smirk, but didn't leave. "I'm partial to high-pitched yelps and sobs, myself." A slight twitch to Alex's mouth. "Or think you are... Maybe you'll have to do more than just touch him to make him do that. Or maybe just be a little. More. Harsh." With that Alex took the hardened nub between his fingers. Pinched and twisted hard. The sound he *did* make was almost indescrible... a desperate whimper of pain and satisfaction that pooled knowingly in Mulder's groin. He pressed himself harder against the doorframe, feeling the long since broken lock mechanism dig into his spine... but didn't leave. "You know he's awake now but he won't open his eyes... his body is moving restlessly, trying to anticipate where the next touch will fall, and whether it will... hurt..." Alex suddenly ripped the rest of the shirt away, leaving it to puddle unevenly about his shoulders, made a small motion of surprise... perhaps at the breeze from the open doorway. "This is the point where you think you should shock him with gentleness. Dip your tongue in his navel... but you know how oral you are. The taste of his skin, his moans..." Light tapping of his own hand along the center line of his chest and Alex let out a noise, soft and low and Mulder caught himself just two short steps from the mattress, hand reaching out... "But you know precisely how oral you are. You know that would end the game too fast. So you settle for running your hands all over his torso, a series of steady movements but you're pressing hard against him... testing him with a measure of your full weight. Is that what he wants?" Mulder swallowed, gripped himself through the jeans. Squeezed hard enough to make his eyes water. "Krycek, you *did* say we needed an early start." Mulder's voice was much too low, but he almost sounded convinced. "You saw it in his eyes last night. You know he wants you. You always knew... but last night, when he caught your hand. Why *were* you going to punch him? You don't remember and it makes you angry..." Alex paused just long enough for Mulder to begin to rifle through his memory for the incident, but the husky purr dragged him right back. The hand was creeping in slow circles toward the slight bulge under the sheets. "But last night he just looked at you. His eyes were wide and dark and you knew he'd do anything. Anything at all... if you'd only touch him like you're doing now. Make him come. You wonder what he'd do for you if you got him off..." Mulder gave up, fisted his hands in the fabric of his jeans. The only thing to do was watch as that hand slipped beneath the sheets... He couldn't tell what it was doing and he wanted-- "Please--" Alex's voice almost broke on the word... it had to have been a squeeze, the other man liked it rough. He knew-- "You squeeze him roughly, once, and again. Run your... your thumb over the wet spot on his shorts..." There was a moment of triumph that he'd called it correctly but Alex just kept talking. "And you only *thought* you knew how far he'd go to make you touch him with desire, just the one time... He'd suck you, definitely. Take you deep and then lay back and let you fuck his mouth just as roughly as you want to. He'd let you flip him over and fuck him hard. He's no virgin but you think you know just how good that tight, tight ass would feel on your cock..." Alex pulled his hand out from under the sheets with a vicious jerk and his hips bucked a little in protest. A frustrated noise and the eyes moved a little more purposefully under the lashes. "You can see he's getting angry. He looks like he's about to try to take control. You say, don't move. Don't you dare move, Krycek, or I swear -- Please, Mulder, I need it so bad..." Alex's voice was just as hoarse and needful as it should be. Mulder swayed a little on his feet. "You watch him writhe on the sheets, note the sharp scent of his desire on the air. It's getting warm. You're getting hot and Krycek... Krycek's a fucking furnace. You take his nipple between your teeth and--" He used his nails this time. Cried out and something indecipherable... possibly Russian... spilled from his lips. Wet and a little swollen and Mulder had no idea when the other man had had time to bite them... "You wonder... you wonder if this is the way he'd always wanted it. He'd never... never just hit on you. Just those looks. Those little touches..." Alex never stopped pinching his own nipple and Mulder ached in sympathy. "He knew how much you hated the obvious. How it always made you look for the hidden trap. So he would've been subtle about it. He would've known you'd pick it up anyway. Or, at the very least, he would've-- He starts begging again. Mulder please, God it hurts just please fuck me. Anything you want, anything you want..." Mulder reeled at the sound. Alex had cut his Mulder interpretation off and was begging steadily. The words were of that deep, sick need that bypassed the language centers of the brain altogether and took up residence in the balls. He couldn't help himself, breathed deep and yes the other man was right. The air was thickening and warm and the taste made his tongue curl against his teeth... "You don't listen to him, bite harder. You want to finish the thought. It's the absolute least Krycek owes you. He's a bastard and a slut. He wants this bad... He would've thought you'd pick it up one of those times. There were so many... it seems absurd this had never happened before. Maybe he shouldn't have been so subtle. Maybe he should've just *asked* --" And that hand finally let go of the tortured nipple and slipped beneath the sheet again. Complex movement but Mulder knew the second Alex got himself in hand -- "Oh, God, yes --" Mulder felt his lip curl and welcomed it. "You're telling me an awful lot about yourself, Krycek." Smooth and cool as water. The eyes finally shot open. Fixed him with a smug glare... yes, they were dilated, but the voice was flat. "Am I?" Without another word Alex slipped out of the bed with simple, animal grace. The shirt fell off as Alex padded into the bathroom they shared, closing the door behind him. ~~~~ End. ~~~~