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Skinner woke as soon as the lips brushed over his
forehead. No sooner had he sensed the kiss, however, than he felt the all too
familiar sensation of Krycek's artificial fingers tightening dangerously over
his windpipe. It was too dark in the room to make out Krycek's features, but
there was no mistaking the powerful grip behind the touch of the soft, leather
glove.
Gathering his thoughts desperately, which wasn't easy under the circumstances,
he forced words through his constricting throat and was pleased to hear his
voice emerging remarkably steadily, all things considered.
"Are you here to kill me or fuck me, Alex?"
For a moment, Krycek's only reply was a slight further tightening of his
fingers. His voice, when it eventually emerged, was like thick treacle, its tone
pitched somewhere between husky desire and the low rumbling of a nearly volcanic
anger. Skinner could sense the build up of emotional pressure within the younger
man. A rage that would either erupt in fatal fury, or would dissipate back into
the locked box that had once been Alex's soul.
"I haven't decided yet."
Skinner shivered. He knew Alex well enough to know that the words were the
simple truth. They were all the more terrifying for the fact that he knew his
life was hanging on the balance of Alex's temper. The assassin's actions were
rarely governed by emotion. It took a lot to push his buttons enough for him to
act without weighing every possible consequence. At least, it took an intimate
knowledge of the way Alex's twisted mind worked.
The question wasn't so much whether Alex was going to kill him, as *why* Alex
was considering the option. Over the last three years, Alex had hurt him many
times. He had even killed him once, but then had immediately brought him back to
life. Not out of any sense of regret, as far as Skinner knew. No, he was too
useful for Alex to kill. Too useful in more ways than one. So the fact that Alex
was seriously considering ending his life could surely only mean that Skinner's
gamble had paid off.
"You played me, Walter," Krycek finally whispered, so huskily that
Skinner was uncertain whether the edge in Alex's voice was anger or reluctant
admiration.
"Did I?" Skinner asked, with a pretence of nonchalance, only to
immediately gasp in agony as the fingers around his neck wrenched his windpipe
to muffle his scream when Krycek's other hand impacted against his chest with
bone shattering force.
"Don't fuck with me, Walter," Krycek warned. "You did it
deliberately, didn't you? You knew what I'd think."
Choking from oxygen deprivation, Skinner floundered
helplessly on the bed trying, but failing, to avoid a further flurry of precise
punches. Yet, even through the haze of pain that surged through his rib cage,
Skinner's sense of personal triumph allowed him to savor Krycek's words.
So, Skinner realized, Alex had figured it out. Alex hadn't
come to punish him for fucking Mulder. He'd come to punish him for making him
*think* he'd fucked Mulder. Which, presumably, meant Alex had already fallen
into the trap that Skinner had set for him. The satisfaction of that thought was
almost enough to make the burning pain in his ribs worthwhile.
Unless…
"What did you do, Alex?" Skinner asked urgently. He had been positive
that he knew Alex well enough to be sure that Mulder would be in no *serious*
danger from him. Yet, now a cold dread filled him. What if Alex had finally spun
over the edge? What if he'd killed Mulder?
With that almost psychic ability that always left Skinner cold and frightened in
Alex's presence, Alex gave a rumbling chuckle and slightly relaxed his
death-grip on Skinner's throat.
"Don't worry, I didn't kill him," he assured Skinner. Then he paused,
considered, and added, "but I might still kill you."
"If you kill me, you'll never have him, Alex. You know that," Skinner
replied, knowing that in Alex's current mood it would be useless to mention the
Consortium. Alex wouldn't spare his life merely to avoid the retribution
of his Masters. He might, however, keep him alive as a way to manipulate Mulder.
Skinner wasn't proud of himself for using that argument, but consoled himself
that his own death would make Mulder vulnerable anyway.
"You think you've got all the cards, Walter," Alex hissed. "You
think you're so fucking clever, don't you? You thought I'd go crazy and hurt him
so badly that he'd never let me near him again, didn't you?"
Skinner wisely kept silent as Alex ranted.
"Well, you fucked up, Walter. Want to know where Fox is right now? He's
probably jerking off while he thinks about me. He's probably got his fingers up
his ass because I left him so turned on that all he wants right now is my cock
inside him."
Skinner gave an involuntary gasp of surprise.
"Yeah, that's right," Alex continued. "I didn't even fuck him. I
just played with him until he was crazy for me. Then I left. You know how *that*
feels, don't you Walter? You know how it feels to need me so badly that you lose
the ability to fight any more. Did you really think I'd be stupid enough to fuck
it up with Fox, when I never fucked it up with you?"
"I hate you," Skinner growled.
"I know," Alex purred. "You still want me though, don't
you?"
Skinner groaned, glad of the darkness that hid his flushed face as Alex's hand
rummaged beneath the duvet until it found the erection that had been weeping
since the moment Skinner had woken to find Alex's hand around his throat.
"Please Alex," Skinner sobbed, as Alex's fingers began to tug and pull
on his cock with the expertise of long familiarity. "You've got me. Leave
Mulder alone."
Krycek pretended to consider the request. He let go of Skinner, unzipped his
pants and released his cock. It was still swollen almost purple with arousal
from its close proximity with Fox's ass.
"Suck me," he ordered, sitting down on the edge of the bed and having
to bite his lips to prevent a chuckle of satisfaction as Skinner seemed to
completely forget his damaged ribs, judging by the way he immediately scrambled
out of bed so that he could sink to his knees on the floor between Krycek's
spread thighs.
"This is *your* fault," Krycek said, as he
guided his cock towards Skinner's face. "If you hadn't interfered I'd
fucking Fox's ass right now. So you'd better make it good for me, Walter.
Because if you don't convince me my cock belongs in your mouth, I'm going to
blow your fucking brains out."
Skinner finally relaxed. Unlike Alex's earlier menace,
these were just the usual threats that constituted a strange foreplay between
them. He also recognized Alex's willingness to be blown as an act of
reconciliation. Skinner rocked forward on his knees, ignoring the sharp ache in
his battered chest, until his lips brushed Alex's cock. The taste and smell of
Alex's rut flooded his senses. A shameful hunger filled him as he licked
delicately at Alex's precum and imagined that he could taste the musky trace of
Mulder mingled with Alex's own familiar taste.
As soon as Skinner's mouth opened to swallow him, Krycek
grasped the sides of Skinner's head and hauled him forward. Then he brutally
thrust inside until his balls were crushed against Skinner's chin. He
waited until Skinner controlled his gag reaction, keeping himself firmly
embedded until Skinner's throat relaxed and accepted his invasion. Then he
fucked Skinner's face savagely, uncaring of the choking sounds of pain that
accompanied his brutal thrusts.
He was too turned on for it to last long. The wet heat and
the skilled vibrations of Skinner's tongue, as the older man demonstrated the
lessons he had been taught so well, soon brought Krycek to a climax. He
erupted , pumping savagely as he forced his juices deep inside into Skinner's
throat, forcing him to either swallow or choke. Only when his balls felt
almost painfully empty did he finally release his cruel grip on Skinner's head
so that he could enjoy the skilled mouth that now sucked him hungrily.
He waited until Skinner's tongue had licked him clean;
pleased to see that even in the dim light Skinner was now hanging his head in
obvious self-hatred. Krycek leant forward to check, running his fingers across
Skinner's stomach until he felt the damp patch that proved, once again, that
Skinner had lost control of himself. Skinner flinched at Krycek's touch,
then shuddered as his broken ribs violently protested his movement.
"See how well I trained you, Walter?" Krycek
smirked. "It's like a Pavlovian reaction now, isn't it? I fuck your face
and you come! You're squirming, Walter. You getting excited, huh? Thinking about
how it feels when I fuck your ass?"
Although his spent cock twitched excitedly at Alex's
words, Skinner moaned in fear. The last time Alex had taken him in temper, he
had left him so raw that he'd had to live on a liquid diet for four days.
Krycek misinterpreted the sound as passion.
"Oh, Walter. What am I going to do with you? There I
was, thinking you were trying to protect Fox, but now I'm beginning to wonder
whether you're simply jealous of him."
It was enough to make Skinner's head jerk upward. Shock overcoming his shame as
he wondered whether Alex could possibly be serious. Jealous? Did Alex actually
think he wanted this? Had Alex chosen to conveniently forget the nanocytes
surging through Skinner's blood stream? The tiny death machines that Alex had
used to force his compliance until his body no longer understood that this was
rape?
He didn't know. That was the real problem. He had no idea of how Alex's mind
worked. If he had, then Mulder would currently be lying in a hospital bed with
his innards ripped apart. But safe. Safe because Mulder would have finally known
that that the gorgeous spider who had been spinning a web of deceit and arousal
around him was truly a black widow who would steal his soul and devour it whole.
It was too late to save himself, but maybe it still wasn't too late to save
Mulder.
"I love you, Alex," Skinner whispered brokenly, and although his voice
hitched as he uttered the lie, that in some strange way was no lie at all, he
could only hope that Alex would interpret the sound as a mark of his sincerity.
"I'm sorry I deceived you. I *was* jealous."
Krycek smirked as some of the cold waves of his anger receded in the face of
Skinner's confession. Perhaps he wouldn't have to kill Skinner after all. He
couldn't have forgiven the older man for deliberately trying to scare Fox away
simply out of spite, but he understood jealousy. The emotion was familiar enough
for him to feel a remote kinship with Skinner, despite his overall indifference
to Skinner's feelings.
"Listen to me Walter, and learn. You are nothing to me. You are a tool that
I use and a hole that I fuck. That's all. Understand that and you *might* be
lucky enough to get fucked some more."
Skinner surged to his feet in outrage.
"KNEEL," Krycek roared, and like a puppet whose strings had been cut,
Skinner found himself sinking back to his knees again. His blood was racing
through his veins in such panic that he could almost feel the nanocytes surging
to life inside him. Without waiting for Alex's order, Skinner leant forward and
kissed the tip of Krycek's cock in submission.
"What do you want, Walter?" Alex purred.
"I want you to fuck me," Skinner choked. His eyes filled with tears of
shame as his ass began to spasm with expectation, belying his own mental roar of
outrage.
"I can't," Krycek said, almost sadly. "I don't want Fox to know
about us and the hospital are bound to discover any rectal bruising."
"Hospital?" Skinner asked, his eyes widening with a new fear.
"I need to put right the damage you did with your little game, Walter. Fox
needs a little message, and you are going to be it. Don't worry. I won't hurt
you too badly, and next week, after you get released, I'll call by and fuck you
better."
"Why, Alex? Why are you doing this? Why can't you leave Mulder alone?"
"Like I said, Walter. You're just a tool I use and a hole I fuck.
Fox…well, let's just say I have *different* plans for Fox."
"What plans?"
"None of your fucking business, Walter. Now I suggest you get busy sucking
my cock again, because it's the last chance you'll get for a long time."
"You said you'd call by next week," Skinner pointed out, and then
flushed again at the definite sound of need in his voice.
"I will," Krycek replied with a chuckle. "But since I'm about to
break your jaw, I don't think it's your mouth I'll be fucking!"
The End
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