From: syzygyshan@warpmail.net Date: 29 Dec 2003 18:22:54 -0800 Subject: [atxc-pi] NEW: Slippery When Wet -R- (0/1) Source: atxc Title: Slippery When Wet Author: Satina and Shannon Kizzia Feedback Email: syzygyshan@warpmail.net Author's Website: http://hegalplace.com Archive at Gossamer: Yes to Gossamer Status: NEW - Standalone Size: 12k Category: Humor, UST Pairings: Mulder/Krycek Rating: R Gossamer Category: Unclassified ~ UST ~ Slash Summary: Scully overhears Mulder with his new partner. Part 1 Please see part 0 (template) for story information. Slippery When Wet by Satina and Shannon Kizzia (satina@hegalplace.com and shannon@hegalplace.com) Website: http://hegalplace.com Pairing: M/K inferred Rating: R for mature themes Keywords: SkippyRat, Scully POV Spoilers: none Summary: Scully overhears Mulder and his new partner. Archive: Just let us know! Date of First Posting: 12/29/03 Disclaimer: Sue us, Chris. ............. Scully sat on her favorite bench. It had been her favorite for about a year and a half now. She didn't have any place to sit and drink her V-8 over at Quantico. Having to come over here for a consult with Agent Pendrel had turned out to be a blessing in disguise. It had taken all morning. A morning of cancelled classes. No little lab-coated students stepping on her heels, demanding attention. Nobody to knock on the door to her office...to rattle the doorknob incessantly when they found it locked. Just Pendrel and her. Quiet, adult, respectful company. And a nasty viral agent under a microscope. Now it was lunchtime. And she had eagerly sought out her favorite bench. To her surprise, it was empty. Even standing sentinel as it was in a very high-traffic area. It wasn't the fact that it sat over-looking a Bureau parking lot that attracted her. It was more the birch tree that hung protectively over it. And the fact that it had a back and was made out of wood rather than the so-often concrete, backless numbers littering the Bureau sidewalks. There was nothing truly remarkable about her bench, though. Even still, right now it fit her criteria for a good place to relax more than it ever had. It didn't smell like formaldehyde, it didn't require her to wear a shower cap on her head, and it didn't ask her questions about time of death or when the mid-term was gonna be or who Spooky was requisitioning ghosts with these days or some variation of that question. This was her bench. It wasn't exactly private, but she felt invisible on it. The suits never stopped to talk to her. They didn't even look at her most of the time. She found herself sighing and admiring how the mid-afternoon sun glinted off the mid-sized American cars. She sipped her drink and watched as an Agent she'd met once at the Christmas party walked quickly out of the building, jumped into his beige Corolla, and zoomed off. Almost just as quickly, a blue Taurus's tires squealed down the same row, going the wrong direction, and Scully jumped a little as it careened violently in a screeching U-turn and flung itself haphazardly into the space. Scully blinked. It was Mulder. She recognized the long, telling scratch along the passenger-side door from a similar trick he'd pulled once with her in the car. She remembered that childish grin and his proud, "Told ya I'd get us a good spot." She smiled a little. But she didn't get up to go say hello. They weren't supposed to be seen together. Those days of casual meetings were all over now. She sipped her V-8 and waited for her ex-partner to emerge and re-enter the building. She could say hello then. No big deal. But he didn't get out of the car. Scully sipped her V-8, licking her top lip free of juice. She watched the passenger-side window roll down but couldn't see inside. In a few moments, her curiosity had been satisfied. "...have gotten parking citations before. You should be more careful." Agent Krycek. So Mulder and he had gone out to lunch. She'd had no idea they were so chummy. In fact, Mulder had led her to believe he and Agent Krycek had a very impersonal work relationship, one he found annoying and barely tolerable. She found herself frowning as she listened to their conversation. "Yeah, well. I'm not afraid of any meter maid," came Mulder's bored voice. "By all accounts he's 6'5" and gets in bar fights after work for fun," Krycek answered. "Maybe you should be." Mulder snorted. "And maybe you should do less talking and wrap your mouth around this instead." Scully nearly choked on her own spit. "Come on, we don't have a lot of time here," Mulder went on casually. Scully squinted to see into the car, but could make out very little except for the dashboard and an unidentifiable flurry of movement between the seats. She frowned again, deeply, and listened. "It's uh...it's really hot," Agent Krycek fairly breathed. "Yeah, burn your mouth," Mulder commented. "But you can't wait, can you?" "No," agreed Krycek. "It's just too good." "Yeah." Mulder drawled. "Take it, Krycek. Hold it. My hands are full here." "Jesus, it's huge!" Krycek exclaimed. "Good, huh? Lotta bang for your buck.." "God, I can't even get my hand around it!" "Well, here, use both, then." "All right, then move your leg, Mulder, so I can get at it." Krycek groaned around what sounded like a mouthful. "Yeah. It's been so long since I've had this. My mouth is watering." Scully gasped. She looked both directions down the sidewalk. Most agents were already back inside at their desks, hard at work. She was alone. Eavesdropping on her ex-partner with his new one. There was a loud moan from the car. Her partner. "It's been a long time for me, too," he groaned. Scully opened her mouth in shocked indignation. There was just no way they could be doing anything else. Maybe she shouldn't be surprised. She'd seen Mulder's magazine collection after all, and the beefcake covers with usually two or three men hanging off each other's bulging muscles almost out numbered the big, blond hair and T and A. Scully knew all about Mulder's...ope n-minded sexual proclivities. But...this??? Getting - her mind waved its offended hand in the air-- nasty in the car, in broad daylight, in the FBI parking lot with...his junior partner of two months??? It was scandalous! It was reprehensible! Scully scooted over into the shadow of the birch tree, out of sight, and listened harder. "Want some of this?" Mulder asked lowly. Krycek breathed his answer again. "Yeah. But...I don't think I can let go of mine." "Yeah, you'll make a mess," Mulder answered. Scully wrinkled her nose. "Just lean over and..." "I don't think... The angle's all wrong," Krycek told him solemnly. "I don't think I can." "Jesus, come on. I can't hold it for you all day." Scully gasped again, a bright pink flush creeping up her chest and neck. She couldn't decide if she wanted to picture this or not. Mulder...holding his...member...in preparation for his very nervous male partner to...to...take him in his... Oh dear. "Do you want it or not?" Mulder asked. "Yes," Krycek growled. "Then get your mouth over here!" Mulder demanded. Scully gasped and dropped her can of vegetable juice, her hand going to her chest in shock. She tried not to breathe then, wanting - and not - to hear what was about to happen in that car. With the windows rolled down for heaven's sake! She couldn't help her Catholic sensibilities being affronted. Even as she fingered the button on her blouse absently. She heard silence, then an ecstatic moan. This time from Krycek with an answering groan from Mulder. Oh dear. She heard a loud slurp. Then, "It's slippery." Mulder made an exasperated sound. "Well, I'm holding it for you, aren't I? Now hurry up. We've got a meeting with Skinner in ten minutes. Try not to get it all over yourself." Scully leaned forward, careful to stay in her shadow, and turned her head to hear better, eyes wide. "Scully'd never do this with me," Mulder sighed. Scully didn't think she could've become more shocked than she had been a few seconds ago. "She already thinks I'm a pig. Imagine what she'd think of this." Scully's mouth dropped open. He was damned right! She had no desire to...have had...relations with him on their lunch hour. Just the mention of her name in that car while Krycek was...doing the things he was doing... She had a mind to go give Mulder a piece of her mind while he got himself a piece of something else. Another loud moan. Then, "Jesus, Krycek, it's running down your chin." Scully made a small disgusted sound at that image. She'd almost decided she'd had enough and was getting up to leave when Mulder's conversational tone stopped her again. "You'd better finish up there. We're late." "Mmm," Krycek answered, mouth obviously still busy. Then he muttered, "I've never finished off one this huge." "Yeah, it's obscene, isn't it?" Mulder answered. "Wipe your mouth, Krycek, you're a greasy mess." Scully waited through the brief silence, easing herself back down onto the bench quietly. "I did this in Scully's car once." She gasped again. No! He wouldn't! "I told her I was going to the Tofu House for a salad." Mulder paused, a little out of breath, then continued. "I got some on the steering wheel and she got really miffed and whipped out her Wet Wipes. If she only knew what it was...she'd kick my ass." "Ack!" Scully exclaimed abortively. "But...Muh...!" She looked around for something to beat him over the head with. "Thank God she hasn't noticed the stain on her seatbelt yet." "Ack!" The silence that was shared now was punctuated with a few delirious moans. Scully imagined her horrible, offensive partner and his little lackey in their seats, messy, dripping erections in their hands, jerking themselves off next to one another like it's nothing! Nothing! And he'd done that in HER CAR! The asshole! "Ohhhhhh yeaaaaah," Mulder moaned finally and Scully swallowed down her indignation to find out what happened next. "You done, Alex?" Alex? Alex?! She was fuming. "Yeah," came the breathless reply. "That was good." "Yeah," Mulder answered, sounding immensely satisfied. "I don't think I can move." Then he tsked, "Alex, it's still all over your hands. And look there's some right there at the corner of your mouth." "Mmm," Alex moaned. "Thanks." "Oh God," Scully declared aloud to no one. "Thanks for doing this with me, Alex," Mulder said now. "I can't believe we waited so long." Long?! It'd been two months!! "Now that I know we both like it so much..." "Like it. Hell, I could get addicted to it," Krycek growled good-naturedly. It made Scully dig her nails into the palms of her hands. "The smell alone is enough to make me drool." The smell? Scully's nose wrinkled again. Men. "Yeah," Mulder agreed with a sigh. "Well, anyway. Thanks, Alex. I needed this." "No problem," Alex murmured. "Any time. We could make this a regular thing." "Sure." Scully had had enough. She couldn't sit there any longer, and she was too mad to just leave. She let her head of steam propel her up and toward the car. She came to stand right outside Mulder's open window. She noticed that, indeed, both men's pants were unbuttoned and they looked spent and happy. Mulder looked up at her in surprise, fumbling to fasten his pants. "Scully. I..." "I knew you were...kinky, Mulder, but to have...sexual relations with your junior partner right here in the Bureau parking lot!" Scully sputtered, then turned her irate stare on Mulder's partner. "And you! I knew you had the hots for him, but I could never have imagined you were such a..." She hesitated over the word, then decided that it was, indeed, appropriate in this situation. "Slut!" Krycek's mouth dropped open, his eyes wide. Scully tried not to notice how shiny his lips were. "Here!" she said, hurling packets of Wet Wipes at them through the window. "Clean yourselves up!" She turned on her heel and walked away before they could say anything. .......... Mulder looked over at Krycek. He looked down at the proliferation of Wet Wipes between them. "What...was that about?" Alex asked, brows arched. Mulder picked up a Wipe and looked at it. Then he slowly ripped it open, using it to clean off his greasy hands. He handed one to Alex. "I dunno. How did she ever get the idea that we were...?" He trailed off, watching as Alex wiped his hands and dabbed around his mouth. "I have no idea," said Krycek, not meeting his eyes. He finished cleaning himself up and dropped the used Wet Wipe in the trashbag. Mulder nodded slowly, still looking at Krycek thoughtfully. "Well, we'll have to figure it out later. Right now, we'd better get inside." Alex nodded, straightening his tie and preparing to open his door. "So...Jack in the Box again tomorrow?" Mulder asked his young partner. "Oh yeah," was the answer. "Wouldn't miss it." They threw their empty fastfood bags in the trash as they walked back inside the Hoover. Mulder caught the door and held it as Krycek dropped the obscenely huge 48oz. half-full soda cup into the receptacle. Krycek rejoined him, giving him a quick, tight smile as he walked through. "After you." Mulder's lips stretched into a slow smile. "Slut." End Feedback read and cherished over Fish n' Chips from Jack in the Box at satina@hegalplace.com and shannon@hegalplace.com! Mmmmmm, that's goooood! And soooo looooong! Heh. ### The End ###