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Dominion Over My Soul
r4-Tarlan-p3
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Scully's Apartment
George Town, Washington DCFrohike shuddered internally; still shocked by all the things he had seen and seen done over the past few days. In spite of his own predicament, his heart went out to Alexei Krycek as he wondered how the other man had survived so long under such terrible conditions. The creature controlling his body rarely talked to him and Frohike had learnt very quickly that it was far better to be forgotten by that malevolent presence than attempt to initiate a conversation. Instead, he had learnt to be silent; to view the world through its eyes; to hope that eventually it would slip up and he would be able to free himself from its grip.
Frohike was nothing if not a clever man, far more intelligent than many gave him credit. Most people saw the short, balding, none-too-handsome man with thick-rimmed glasses; called him derogatory names like 'stumpy', and discarded his theories of extraterrestrial life as the ravings of a lunatic. He wondered how those same people would cope with all that had happened since the Oilien invaded his body.
He knew that when... not if... this ordeal ended then it would take a long, long time before he would ever feel comfortable with his own body. His thoughts travelled back to Alex Krycek; to the terrible thing his body had done to the good looking kid who had once been Mulder's partner. Over the years, Mulder had confided in him; had vented much of the anger and frustration that he felt over Krycek's acts of murder and betrayal. Frohike gave the equivalent of a mental sigh. Although the creature rarely connected with him, it did not seem to have any concerns over allowing Frohike to sift through its memories of Alex. In fact, it positively encouraged it; pleased with the way it had reduced the stubborn boy into a snivelling wreck. Now Frohike knew far more than he wanted to know; knew of events and places, of abominations perpetrated by the Oilien... and perpetrated by Mulder. He had so much to tell his friend once he became free.
His thoughts came to a halt as he recognised the streets through which they travelled. He had only ever been here a few times, but it was a place that had always sent his stomach flipping as if a thousand butterflies had launched within him. He watched as the Oilien directed him to *her* apartment door, saw his hand reach out and knock once... twice.
No answer.
With a strength he would never have believed his body possessed, he slammed forward into the door, ripping it from its hinges.
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The Oilien tore from room to room in a fury, tearing the covers on the bed, smashing ornaments and flinging furniture about. By the time it stopped the room looked like a tornado had passed through it. A loud thumping on the front door caught its attention. Frohike's face contorted into a bestial snarl and he took several steps towards the door before he heard the little human screaming away inside him.
// Cops! They would have already called the Cops. //
It hesitated, momentarily, then turned away towards the window beside the fire escape. Within minutes, the Oilien was back inside its rented car, racing away from the scene. It pulled over into an alley and killed the engine, concentrating inwards on the small flicker of alienness alive within this body.
"Where would they have taken my Alexei, little man?"
// I-I don't know. //
Frohike cried out as a white heat lanced through his memories, ripping them apart as the Oilien sought the whereabouts of the body he craved to occupy and own. The pain stopped, suddenly, the relief almost as unbearable as the agony when Frohike realised exactly what the Oilien had found; Maggie Scully, Dana Scully's mother.
// No! Please. Leave her out of this... //
In the rear view mirror, Frohike watched his own mouth turn up in a cruel smile before the Oilien gunned the engine.
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06:35
Beach House Near
Glebe Heights, MD.The trill of her cell phone brought Scully out of a deep sleep. She grabbed hold of the bedside clock and stared at the digits displayed, trying to make sense of them before bringing the phone towards her. Depressing the answer button, she pushed back a strand of sleep-tousled auburn hair before placing the phone against her ear.
"Umm... Hi Mom."
// Where is he? //
"Frohike?" Scully sat up straight in the bed as her mind came to instant awareness. She stared back down at the caller display, a sense of unease settling into her stomach.
// Where is he? //
"Why should I tell you?"
There was a pause but, in the background, Scully could hear a small scuffle followed by a tiny whimper of fear.
// If not me then perhaps you'll tell someone else.... //
// Dana?//
Scully gasped, her eyes widening in shock as her worst fear was realised.
"Mom?"
The sound of the door opening pulled her attention towards Walter Skinner, his serious expression told her he had guessed what was happening. He mouthed orders that Scully understood immediately. 'Trade. You for her.'
// Dana, I'm... //
Frohike's voice came back, cutting off her mother.
// Where's Alex? //
"If you hurt her I'll..."
// Tell me where Alex is and I'll let her go... //
"I don't trust you not to kill her as soon as you have that information. We do a trade. Once I can see my mother is safe then I'll give you the information."
There was a pause while the Oilien mulled over her offer.
// When and where? //
Scully took the piece of paper that Skinner had jammed into her hand and read it out.
"09:00 hours at the Annapolis Mall...."
Once the details had been fed across, Frohike disconnected the call leaving Scully staring down at the small handheld phone as if it were some alien creature. She felt Skinner take it from her, suddenly, nerveless fingers, replacing it upon the bedside cabinet.
"I'll admit I didn't want to see anyone else get involved, but we can work this to our advantage. Before, we had no idea when it would show up to reclaim Alex. Now we do." Skinner reached out and tilted her chin up until her blue, fear-filled eyes met his own. "We can make this work, Dana..."
"What if it decides to take me over? If it finds out our plan then..."
"It won't.."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I can't, but I get the impression that transferring from body to body takes up energy. It has nothing to gain from infecting you... unless you refuse to take it to Alex."
Scully gave the first tremor of a smile. "But we want it to come to Alex."
Skinner smiled back, nodding his head slowly, a malicious gleam darkening his eyes from brown to black. Gently, he stroked her hair, pushing the tousled strands back into some semblance of order, and then he leant down and gave her a soft, reassuring kiss; full of caring rather than lust, the kiss of friends, of comrades-in-arms.
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08:55 Annapolis Mall
The doors had opened barely 25 minutes earlier and, already, the mall was teeming with shoppers of every shape, age and size. Dana Scully waited in the designated spot, trying to be inconspicuous as she eyed the mass of humanity that passed by; the women with small children squalling in their pushchairs; the elderly with their baskets on wheels; young guys trying to catch the eye of even younger girls who darted from store to store looking for the latest fad designer wear. She tried to push away all her fears of the upcoming meeting, going back over all the details they had hurriedly cobbled together since Frohike's phone call. The temptation to look over and see if Detective Dancer was in the correct position was almost overbearing but Scully knew she must not draw attention to the other woman for fear of discovery.
Scully gave a small smile, recognising the good fortune that had brought the detective to their doorstep. Already her help had been invaluable in freeing Alex from the Smoker's clutches. Now, they had one more important task for her to perform if they were to save not only Alex, but all of them. When asked, Dancer had made no objection to being the one to perform this task explaining that she had a need to return to Washington DC at the earliest opportunity anyhow, to reclaim the file she had left on her fellow officer's desk.
Scully pulled an image of the lithe and beautiful detective into her mind's eye, feeling again the warmth of her body pressed close to her own as they manoeuvred their way to the window after the Smoker's thugs had left them tied together. She had never given any serious thoughts to other women before, but the thought of Carla Dancer sent a pleasurable tingle up her spine. Scully shook herself, mentally and, as she glanced around one more time, her thoughts returned to the task at hand. Scully could only hope that the throng of people milling about this very public place would ensure that the trade went smoothly.
The familiar figure of Maggie Scully came into view followed closely by a shorter, equally familiar, barrel-shaped figure of Melvin Frohike. His hand was clamped tightly around the frightened woman's arm but Maggie Scully's face softened into relief when she saw Dana step out from behind a conveniently placed pillar.
"Release my mother and I'll take you to Alex."
Frohike stepped forward and grabbed Dana by the arm, holding both mother and child for a moment before releasing his grip on Maggie Scully. Her mother froze, unwilling or unable to move as she looked from her baby to the monster that had threatened her life, terrified of leaving her daughter with this madman, afraid to lose another child.
"Mom? Go!"
There was such strength of conviction in her daughter's eyes, such confidence surrounding her, like one of the auras Melissa used to talk about, that Maggie found herself backing off from the odd looking couple.
Without giving her a second glance, Frohike turned back towards the exit, pulling Dana Scully with him.
All Maggie Scully could do was stand there and watch them go but as they turned the corner, the fear that kept her frozen in place melted and she started to move after them, gradually picking up speed. Just before she reached the corner a hand snapped out and snagged her wrist. Maggie pulled up short, turning towards her assailant with a sharp gasp of terror.
"Mrs Scully, I'm Detective Carla Dancer. Your daughter asked me to ensure you were taken to a safe place."
Maggie Scully stared at the pretty, dark-skinned woman and the badge of office she held up for inspection.
"Dana said you have a son, Charles, who is stationed close-by. I'll take you there."
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09:25
Beach House Near
Glebe Heights, MD.Skinner ducked back from the window as Scully's car came into view. Inside he could see two shapes and, if all had gone to plan, he knew this would be Scully and Frohike. He called out a warning to the other two men. Byers rushed over, all the blood-drawing paraphernalia in hand and passed it onto Skinner. Quickly drawing the required amount of fresh blood from Byers, Skinner passed the sample to Langly and watched as he attached the vial to the fine tubing that was hidden beneath a thin layer of very realistic looking pseudo-skin.
When he turned to order Byers to get out of sight, he discovered the man had already made himself scarce as per the plan. Langly looked up, his pale blue eyes full of fear, but he nodded and raced away to join Byers.
Skinner looked down at the semiconscious man lying on the bed. He reached out to brush a lock of sweat-matted hair from the tall forehead, his fingers lingering to caress the slightly stubbled cheek. They had decided it would be better to sedate Alex, not being able to rely on him to remain calm when the Oilien arrived. If he thrashed around and dislodged the fake vein then everything they were working towards would be lost.
Skinner looked up as a key sounded in the lock and, moments later, Scully stepped into the attic bedroom. She was pushed aside none too gently by the familiar shape of the missing lone gunman.
Frohike sneered as he took in the scene.
"How domestic. The big, fearless AD Skinner comforting the frail, abused boy... except we all know comfort is not what 'Walter' wants to give. He wants to shove his dick up that pretty ass, wants to fuck Alex into the middle of next week. Well, perhaps you'll be pleased to know Alex would be very accommodating... for you, but didn't seem so eager to feel the width of this body."
Skinner's face had turned a deep red, partly in embarrassment at having his own desires thrown in his face but mostly in anger as he remembered how the Oilien had used Frohike's body to rape the defenceless man. If looks alone could kill then the Oilien would have been incinerated on the spot.
"He's still weak. He needs more time..."
"Time's up. As much as I have enjoyed this... vacation, I want that body back."
The Oilien looked down meaningfully at Frohike's body and then back to the bed where Alex lay sleeping in childlike innocence. As Skinner glanced from one form to the other he could understand why it would prefer Alex's body. Not wanting to belittle the exceptionally clever gunman, physically speaking he had a lot less to offer. Krycek was perfect, from his tall, lithe, well-toned body to his beautiful, angelic face, to the sweetly honeyed voice that could rise to a soft tenor or lower to a husky baritone. Alex exuded sex and power... and could use both to full advantage.
"You have removed the contaminant?"
Scully nodded, knowing that it was referring to the small amount of vaccine that had caused the Oilien to vacate Alex's body so abruptly.
The Oilien moved over to the bed and grasped Krycek's chin, tilting the unresisting head back and then he leant over, his mouth falling towards the partly opened lips.
Scully and Skinner held their breath as the Oilien toyed on the brink of a kiss then swallowed hard as Frohike moved away.
"I don't trust you. Prove it."
Scully calmed her shaking nerves and ventured forward.
"How? How do we prove it?"
"Remove some of his blood into a bowl."
Scully picked up a hypodermic and, with infinite care, she turned over the limp arm to expose the soft underside, slipping the needle into the false vein and drawing a syringe full of Byers blood. She covered her unwarranted gentleness with a caress, trying to look as if it were consideration for her patient rather than a desire not to disturb the fake vein. If the make-up that toned the pseudo-skin to Krycek's colouring should smudge, or if the tube should come loose then the game was up.
Frohike watched carefully as the blood was released into a small kidney shaped bowl and then he picked it up and placed it close to his face.
Scully stepped back in shock as a worm of black oil dribbled from Frohike's nose, slithering down his cheek and into the bowl of blood. When there was no reaction, no frenzied attempt for the worm to escape, Frohike looked back up, malevolently. He threw the bowl aside, the blood splattering up the far wall. He reached down and grabbed Alex's chin, forcing the lips apart, his open mouth descending in the parody of a kiss as he poured his essence back into the vessel he had chosen above all other humans.
Both FBI agents were hard-pressed to keep the triumphant looks from their faces. So far it was all going to plan and all they had to do now was get as far away from the Oilien as possible until the vaccine had time to attack.
The eyelids snapped open, a film of black oil floating across the beautiful green eyes until they were as dark as black holes. The lips curved into a menacing smile of pure evil as Alex sat upright, watching Skinner and Scully as they back-pedalled towards the door with Frohike held up between them. The body of Krycek rose gracefully to its feet, stalking forward like a sleek, black panther, laughing as they raced out into the hallway. It followed slowly, knowing they could not go anyway, that it would catch them and tear them apart with its bare hands.
As it reached the top of the stairs it faltered, the smile falling from its face. Its expression turned to horror, and it gasped, clawing at the body it inhabited. Screaming obscenities, the Oilien raced towards the three humans. It needed a body and it needed it fast. Its mental processes had already determined that the only body it could inhabit would be the one it had just vacated. Dana Scully had previously been vaccinated, Skinner's blood was full of nanocytes; both were potentially harmful to it.
It tried to follow them down the stairs but tripped part way, falling the final few steps and landing in a boneless heap at the bottom. Black oil began to ooze from every orifice, the thick viscous fluid flowing down Krycek's face and legs gradually separating into small worm-like threads that slowed and finally dropped off as if the oil had suddenly lost cohesion with his skin.
The Oilien was dead.
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Frohike groaned as a soapy cloth was drawn across his face, gently removing the last traces of the diesel carrier used by the Oilien. He opened heavy eyelids and focused on the worried faces of his two best friends.
"What happened?"
Langly's blue eyes widened, not sure whether he hoped Frohike would remember his possession or not as he recalled the brutalised condition Alex had been in after the Oilien had taken over their friend.
"You were the unwilling carrier of an EBE. How do you feel?"
Byers leaned closer and peered into his fellow lone Gunmen's red-rimmed eyes.
"I don't..."
Frohike paused, his thoughts turning inwards as images of unimaginable horror assailed him. He saw his hands holding Alex Krycek beneath him as he rammed himself into the pleading, defenceless man. Saw the tears running down the pale, pain-filled face as Krycek weakly fought to free himself from the agony as his body was plundered mercilessly.
"No. No...no...no..."
Langly's panic-stricken eyes sought out Byers as Frohike began to shake his head, the shock of knowing those images were part of a nightmare reality crashing down upon him.
"Hey man, you're safe now. Melvin! You're safe now, it's gone. It's dead..."
Melvin Frohike turned wide, horror-filled eyes upon his friends as Byers took up from Langly.
"... it wasn't your fault. Whatever it did while it controlled you, it wasn't your fault."
"Where's Alex Krycek?"
"Safe... and free."
"Where?"
Langly and Byers glanced at one another, suddenly afraid that the Oilien had not relinquished their friend after all.
"I need to know. I need to know I didn't hurt him... too badly." The last two words were whispered in near desperation.
"He's in the master bedroom, just along the hall."
"Take me to him. Please. I have to see he's all right... and Mrs Scully, is she okay? Did I hurt her?"
"Dana's Mom is fine. She's safe..."
"I begged it not to hurt her... I begged it not to hurt anyone. It did listen, sometimes, but it grabbed her arm so tightly, shook her like a rag doll..."
"Honest, Melvin. Mrs Scully is fine. We're all fine... now."
"But you don't know what I... what *it* did to *him*."
Byers's voice was full of compassion as he forced Frohike to look at him.
"Yes, we do know... and we also know *you* had no choice, no control over it. You're not to blame."
Frohike looked from one to the other, seeing the truth in their words and yet, still, he found it hard to forget and forgive himself. He should have been able to do something to stop it; he should have fought harder... Byers came back into the room and Frohike blinked. He had not even notice Byers leave in the first place. He had lost track of time before, when it was inside him. Was it still in him after all, hiding just out of sight, waiting to rear up and kill all those he cared about?
"Cummon. Skinner says it'll be okay, but Alex is still unconscious."
Frohike allowed the other two men to stabilise him as he rose up on shaky legs, and did not shrug off the support they gave as he made his way down the hallway to the master bedroom.
"He wasn't here before."
"No. We had him in the attic bedroom. Skinner believed it kept Langly and I a little safer, further out of harm's way with enough room to make an escape if anything went wrong with the plan."
Frohike wanted to ask 'what plan?' but they had stopped in front of one of the doors leading off from the hallway. He held his breath as the door was pushed open, forcing the supporting hands aside and stumbling into the room until he could see the younger man lying motionless on the bed.
Scully looked up at him from where she was removing the last traces of oil from the peaceful face, her bright blue eyes full of compassion. She smiled, but for once, the smile did not set the butterflies tripping through his stomach. Instead he recognised something far more wonderful; acceptance and friendship.
"He's going to be all right, Melvin."
He blinked as he realised she had called him by his first name, his eyes tearing over as he read the truth of her statement in her pretty, expressive face. Frohike nodded, relief washing over him as he realised that no-one was holding him to blame for what had been done; not his friends, not Skinner... not Dana. He swallowed hard, feeling suddenly, very tired. Only one person would be able to absolve him from the remainder of the guilt he carried like a heavy mantle on his shoulders, but that person lay sleeping on the bed before him and he was loath to put his own needs before that man. Something told him that he would see Alex Krycek again, in the future, and the chance to beg for forgiveness would come then.
"I'd like to go home now."
He glanced up in time to see Skinner nod his agreement to the other Gunmen, and the three of them turned away as one.
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It was a strange silence that descended upon the beach house after the three Gunmen had left, an air of anticlimax following all the stress and fear leading up to this moment. Skinner and Scully stared at each other across the supine form of a man they had both come to love, albeit in different ways, as they waited for some sign that he had come through this ordeal unscathed.
The softest of moans filled the air and their gaze fell to the boyish face. They watched as the long lashes flickered, waited as beautiful sea-green eyes tried to focus on the world around him. Eventually, those eyes alighted upon Walter Skinner and a hazy smile lifted the corners of the sensuous mouth.
Skinner found an answering smile and spoke, warmly, to the still only semi-aware figure.
"Hi there."
"Where am I?"
"Safe, Alex. You're safe."
"Safe? The Oilien?"
"Dead."
Skinner sat back in shock when tears filled the large eyes but then he realised these were tears of relief, of joy and he gathered up the younger man in a strong embrace.
"You're free, Alex."
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The words went on around his head, round and round as if he could barely believe them to be true. After all these years of terror, being physically and mentally raped by a creature that held no compassion, no remorse, he was finally free. His thoughts drifted back to the day he had pinned all his hopes on Walter Skinner. At the time, even death had been an acceptable option but now... now he was free, free to live again.
He rubbed his lightly stubbled cheek against the other man as Skinner pulled him into a fierce bear hug, revelling in the feel of those strong arms holding him so tight - and so secure. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment he had kept fighting for and he never wanted to let go.
Eventually, he felt Skinner pulling back and, unwillingly, let him go but he could not wipe the silly grin off his face, nor stop the tears that still streamed down his cheeks. He saw Skinner's smile redirect itself over his shoulder and turned his face to find the equally tear-streaked, grinning face of Dana Scully. Krycek reached out and grabbed her hand.
"Thank you."
His voice was deep and husky from the elation that ran riot through him and, emotionally drained he sank back onto the bed, too tired to keep his eyes open any longer.
"Yes. Sleep now."
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Skinner and Scully waited until they were sure Alex was fast asleep and then they crept out of the room. As they slumped into separate seats in the living room, their eyes met and held; dark brown on cerulean blue.
Skinner sighed, deeply. Despite what Dana had said the last time they really talked, he had loved this woman in his own way - still did - but the events of the past few days had proved that 'loving' was not enough. They had needs too; needs that the other could not fulfil no matter how much they both wished it were the case. As he looked upon his ex-lover, he knew he would never again hold her in passion, would never again feel those cherry-ripe lips feeding upon his flesh... would never again sink himself deep inside that beautiful body, holding her tight as she screamed and writhed beneath him in orgasmic delight. He could see similar thoughts reflected in her eyes, the air heavy with a sense of loss but, strangely, there was something else hovering around them; an air of expectancy. It was as if they had reached the end of a road and knew each had to choose a different direction to take, but rather than seeing unknown terrain ahead of them, they could clearly make out the path. Whether or not that path took them where they wanted to go was one of life's greatest mysteries. All Skinner knew for certain was that *his* path led to Alex.
Scully's thoughts mirrored Skinner's for a time. She knew they had reached the end of their current relationship, but was pleased they had not reached the end of their friendship. She wondered where her life would lead her now. Ahead of her she could see many paths splitting off, many opportunities to be taken or ignored. Fox William Mulder stood at the junction of one of these and she knew that was where she needed to travel first.
"I need to bring Mulder back before he buries himself, but I'm worried about leaving Alex."
"I know."
"He *seems* fine. In fact, better than he did *before* the creature returned."
"Yeah. I'm glad we didn't need those Paramedics you had on standby."
"I can be back by this time tomorrow."
Skinner looked back over his shoulder, in the direction where he knew Alex was sleeping peacefully for the first time in years. He felt an irrational fear grow as he considered what could happen while Scully was out of reach. Silently he berated himself for being over anxious and over protective of the younger man; a man he had fallen in love with. He grimaced, pulled off his glasses with one hand and used the other to rub at weary eyes. Mulder was important to Dana, if not as a potential lover then most certainly as a long-standing friend and partner. He had no right to ask her to put Alex before her desire to 'save' Mulder from his own stupidity. He issued another large sigh. They would also need to reconcile Mulder to Krycek, if they were going to remain friends and colleagues....
"Bring him back here, Dana."
Dana Scully gave him a beatific smile and pulled herself to her feet.
"I'll make it quick, Walter... if Mulder argues, I'll threaten to shoot him."
Skinner smiled, knowing from experience that this was a threat Scully was more than capable of making good on.
Ten minutes later, Scully was gone.
Maybe an hour or more passed in quiet solitude as Skinner allowed his body to slowly unwind. The past few days had been a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and now that the immediate danger was passed, he felt his body gradually succumbing to bone-deep fatigue. All he wanted to do now was climb into bed, preferably beside Alex - and sleep.
// Hell, why not, Walter? //
With that thought to galvanise him into action, Skinner made his way to the master bedroom.
The late morning sunshine was doing its best to filter around the edges of the hastily drawn curtains so he could easily make out the sleep-softened face. He stood for a moment staring down at the figure lying in the bed. Locks of sweat-matted dark hair flopped across the tall forehead, the long dark lashes forming a semicircle upon the high cheekbones. Every once in a while, some image crossed behind those eyes and they flickered beneath the thin layer of skin, a furrow forming, momentarily, across the bridge of the pert nose with its sweet upturn. The lips, full and ripe, would part to reveal a glint of strong white teeth... and the sweetest, softest moan would fall from them. His thoughts returned once more to Raphael's angels, an image he had formed in his mind whenever he saw Alex but more so now, as the younger man slumbered.
With a tired sigh, Skinner removed his clothing, allowing the various items to tumble to the floor, abandoned. He drew back the light cover and climbed, gently, into the bed beside Alex. His eyes closed and he was asleep in moments.
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When Alex cracked open one eye some time later, it was in confusion. With both eyes now open he gazed around the room, noting the early evening shadows that were gradually encroaching. He felt a stripe of warmth along one side and turned, carefully, until he could see what created that heat. His eyes opened wider as he realised it was another man... but not just any man. It was Walter Skinner.
// If this is a dream then may I never wake up. //
Memories assailed him from earlier that day... the death of the Oilien, his release from the long years of terror and misery - and he had *this* man to thank for his freedom. The covers had been kicked aside while they slept revealing the full length of their naked bodies. He raised his hand, allowed it to hover, momentarily, above one muscular biceps, before pulling back.
Alex frowned. His heart had flipped when he saw who it was in bed beside him, but then the doubts began to form. Was this really love... or was this merely gratitude he felt? His thoughts began to spiral inwards, searching along the pathways of his memory for every association he had with this man; their first meeting... the handsome man hiding behind wire-rimmed glasses, with his gruff exterior trying to camouflage the obvious lust that had quickened his breath as Alex had introduced himself. The beating on the hospital stairwell; his orders had been to ensure Skinner was put out of action - permanently. Instead he had beat upon the other man, his fists enjoying the feel of flesh on flesh in the only way available to him. That night in Crystal City, watching the man moving around inside the apartment while he froze his butt off on the balcony. Oh, the sight and memory of that hard, muscular frame had kept his thoughts so very warm during that long night.
Alex smiled. If it wasn't love then it was, most definitely, lust. Then Alex remembered all the other things he had done; the orders he had disobeyed so Skinner might live. Maybe he was not solely driven by lust then. Maybe there could be more, in time.
// Is that what you want? Time to build a relationship with this man? //
Krycek raised his hand once more, but this time he allowed the fingers to drift across the heated flesh of his bed partner. Slowly, he traced the bulge of pectoral muscle, his finger stopping only to flick across one small nub, watching with a small, delighted smile as the flesh puckered. A deep moan floated from above, a slight movement... a rolling of hip as the sleeping man luxuriated in the gentle touch. Pleased by the response to his actions, Krycek became bolder, his fingers caressing, savouring the feel of muscle sliding over bone. He dropped his head and touched the puckered nipple with the pointed tip of his tongue, revelling in the slightly metallic taste as it explored each tiny bump.
His hand drifted down, toying with the salt and pepper hair that covered the well-toned chest, tracing a path down across the flat six-pack of abdomen and into the thicker forest of hair at the groin, his fingers deliberately avoiding any contact with the thick shaft that had slowly risen from its nest of curls. Short fingernails scratched along the sensitive inner thigh, the legs parting in eager, if unknowing, anticipation until the body lay open for his eyes and for his touch only.
Alex moved down the bed until he was level with the tumescent shaft. His tongue reached out to capture a dew drop of precome beading on the swollen head, the taste exploding in his mouth, exciting far more than just his taste buds. Becoming bolder still, he began to lick at the engorged flesh while his fingers played with the taut balls, gradually opening his mouth until he could suck upon the aching flesh.
Soft moans and groans accompanied the swirling of his tongue and the friction of his mouth, the hips gently bucking. Alex looked up into the desire-filled face, smiling around the mouthful of flesh as eyes began to flicker with growing awareness. He felt a tenseness in the body beneath him, an arch of the back and those dark eyes opened wide as Skinner poured his essence down the open, willing throat.
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Skinner looked down into eyes crinkled in mischievous delight, his own heart racing as the orgasm rippled along his nerve endings, turning his hard, well-muscled body to Jell-O. All thoughts of angels disappeared in that devilish grin and yet, Skinner felt himself fall even harder for this green-eyed, fallen angel. He reached down and pulled Alex back up the bed, his mouth crushing against the slightly smaller man as he devoured the luscious lips, tasting the bitter-sweetness of his own essence in the other's mouth.
The heavy physical toll of the last few days meant Alex was no match for the AD. He found himself flipped onto his back as a rough tongue traced a path of fire across his own body. Sharp teeth nipped at small, brown nipples, pulling on the nub as the tongue teased over the tip. The assault continued down his body as Skinner worshipped every inch of offered flesh until, finally, he sucked in the swollen head of Krycek's own erection, revelling in the gasp of pure, unadulterated pleasure that spilled form those perfect lips.
He set up a rhythm, strong and hard, dragging Krycek to the very edge of his existence, enjoying the way the body convulsed under him as Krycek reached the pinnacle and fell headlong into the abyss....
Skinner's hands grabbed hold of Krycek's shoulders, pressing him down, his eyes widening in horror, all pleasure disappearing as the body continued to convulse beneath him long after he had sucked the remaining drops of cum from
the beautiful body....
Over to you, Ursula <vbg>