From: Shannon Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2002 16:49:57 -0700 Subject: NEW FIC: Another Life NC-17, M/Sc/K, 1/1 Source: xff Another Life by Shannon Kizzia (shannon@hegalplace.com) Website: http://hegalplace.com/shannon/ Rating: NC-17 Keywords: M/Sc/K Category: SR Spoilers: None Summary: Mulder can't let sleeping dogs lie. Notes: This is a sequel to "One Strainer, One Pot, and One Beer" and you should read that first as this continues in the same day. This is also my contribution to the MSKipperVille birthday celebration. In fact, since Satina and David have been so busy, this also counts for them. It was written by me but it's all of ours in spirit. Happy Birthday, kids! :):) Archive: Sure, but only with its siblings and if you tell mom where. :) First Posting: 8/01/02 Disclaimer: FOX still owns 'em. I'm still poor. ................. I'm lying on my side. I'm naked, my breast pillowed on my arm, my head pillowed on my hand. My body has been used. I'm sated from the intensity of my orgasm. I'm almost too tired to smile. He fucked me well. Made love to me, too. I'm his. Alex Krycek's. I, Dana Scully, am the sexual property of an ex-assassin. Who knew it could be this way? I lie here next to him, stroking his arm languidly, and I sigh in utter satisfaction. He whines and arches his back, his chest lifting into the air. Not because I'm stroking his arm. But because Mulder is pounding into him as we speak. And I'm watching. I love to watch. Alex grips the bed sheets with white knuckles as Mulder changes his angle. I look up into Mulder's face. He's braced over Alex on his arms which are straining, well-muscled and beautiful. His face is tight, too, with trying to hold back his own lust to make Alex lose control. He's thrusting powerfully, using more force than he uses with my body when he and I make love. I really enjoy seeing Mulder this way: dominating, ruthless, fierce. I become very aware of the tightening of my nipples as I bounce gently on the jolted mattress and watch the man I love take Alex like Alex took me. I love watching Mulder prepare Alex. Watching how he places Alex's knees over his shoulders, looming over him, somehow both dangerously and lovingly. I love how my men grunt on first penetration, one fucking, the other being fucked. They're so honest. After all the deceit and treachery. After everything foul and sad and tainted, I look at them now and it's like another life. I watch Mulder fucking Krycek and it's like a balm soothed over all our souls. That they can share affection and sex instead of hatred, kisses and caresses over fists and guns. Mulder can come into Alex and feel vindicated, cleansed. When they join this way, they are truly and finally united. Finally. I continue to pet Alex's arm as his body rocks under Mulder's. I'm absorbed in watching the rapture painted across Alex's beautiful, sweaty face when Mulder speaks. "One pot is plenty for one person, you know." It takes me a full three seconds to process the words. Longer to process that they might actually be directed at me. My brow furrows and I look up at him. He's looking down at me, breathing heavy, still ramming into Alex's ass rhythmically. He's waiting for me to answer him. I glance at Alex who peels drunk-with-sex eyes open to peer at Mulder uncomprehendingly for a moment before closing them again on an open-mouthed groan. "Mulder..." I try to sound serious, but it comes out as a purr. "Seriously, Scully," he continues, "I am...*was*...a bachelor. More than one would have been unnecessary." I can't believe he wants to talk about this while he does Alex. I just stare at him, watching the beads of sweat trickle one by one down his face and neck; one falls on Alex's belly. I look back into Mulder's eyes, disbelieving, and I barely catch the hint of a smirk there. I glare back at him, eyebrows raised, and he grins, speeding up. Alex wails, throwing back his head, thrashing from side to side. "Mulder...ahgod..." "Besides, Scully," Mulder says conversationally, though still around huffing breaths of exertion. "You have enough for yourself, me, *and* Alex." "Guuhh!" "That's not the point," I say, rising to Mulder's bait as always, but not letting him distract me enough to stop stroking Alex. I look from his contorted face, to my fingers running along his strong arm, back to Mulder, fucking away, still rambling on to me. "Sure it is, Scully. We have what we...need...right?" He's really working hard now, gripping his bottom lip between his teeth. He's going so hard in Alex, I'm afraid he'll hurt him. Alex's cock is trapped between their bodies and Mulder's stomach grinds down on it mercilessly. God, Mulder's gorgeous. I've been looking at him every day for so many years that sometimes I actually forget. He's incredible. "You got that...blender out of the...box in the living room...right?" he asks. He's grinding his hips into Alex, going so deep, and Alex whimpers, writhing beneath him. "I thought we could make margaritas tomorrow night." "I think so," I breathe, feeling my sex swell with moisture, my breasts bounce and tingle, watching poor Alex squirm in need. I look back up at Mulder and he winks at me. He looks down at the man under him. "Come, Alex," he says easily. Alex goes stiff as he howls and his cum explodes from his cock. "Ohhhhhnnngod, Mulderrrr!!!" His body shakes as he empties and I go between looking at him come to Mulder watching him come. Mulder's face has softened into a sweet mixture of love and pride. He holds still, buried in Alex until he's finished. Then he leans down, placing his mouth over Alex's, and kisses him. He opens Alex's mouth wide and slowly pushes his tongue in, thoroughly yet carefully devouring him. Mulder makes a sound of hunger in the back of his throat, a sort of possessive growl, and Alex whines in answer. Their lashes lie peacefully on their cheeks as they kiss, Mulder soothing his lover, telling him with lips that don't speak about what he so often wants to say yet still has trouble voicing: his overwhelming love for this man. When their lips part, Mulder rests his forehead on Alex's and Alex takes a few calming breaths to come down off the high of such a forceful climax. Mulder even now is holding his cock still inside Alex. He must hurt with the need to have his own release. But he lets Alex take his time. Finally, Alex opens his eyes and smiles prettily up at Mulder. "You're such a prick," he says grinning. Jesus, I love that gravelly voice. Mulder smiles down at him, kissing him once more, and then whispers against his lips, "I know." Then Mulder gently eases his cock out of Alex. "You're not going to finish?" Alex asks, hissing as he brings his legs back down off Mulder's shoulders. "I *did* finish," Mulder says on a mischievous grin. "You came. Just like I wanted you to." He gets up and goes into the bathroom and the sink turns on. Then he leans back through the doorway and throws a damp washcloth onto Alex's stomach. "I like you messy, but I'm not sure about the good doctor." He goes back inside and the shower starts. Alex glances over at me while he wipes up the evidence of his orgasm. "You okay over there, Dana?" "Me? I'm fine," I tell him with a genuine smile. I feel wonderful. It's our first night in our house together. "Whatever nerves I had before have been fucked out of me, I think," I add with a roll of my eyes. "Why Dana. I do believe you've got yourself a potty mouth." He throws the wet towel onto the floor and rolls over toward me, wrapping his arm around my middle and I smile. "Navy brat. What'd you expect, Krycek?" "Oh is *that* how it is?" he asks right before he slides his hand up and grabs my breast in a firm squeeze. I smile at him, daring him, and he swoops down and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, making me moan. The water turns off in the bathroom and seconds later Mulder returns, scrubbing his hair dry. He stops and sees Alex's mouth fastened to my breast. "Hey! That's my woman, dammit!" "I am my own person," I inform primly before Alex gives me a little bite and I throw my head back and gasp. Alex doesn't even fully lift his mouth away from me to speak. "She's got two, you know." "Damn good point," Mulder concedes and then he's on the bed, too, and they're both hovering over me and I'm laughing my head off because Mulder's tickling my knees and licking at the breast Alex hasn't claimed and I'm giving the token struggle and pushing at them before I know I'm going to relax into two pairs of loving hands and against both of their talented mouths and I'm going to let them both love me. I'm going to let myself happen. Finally. End feedback loved and stroked and fondled...okay, just loved at shannon@hegalplace.com