{"id":51,"date":"1999-01-01T11:39:34","date_gmt":"1999-01-01T18:39:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ratandfox.net\/ff\/51\/taste-of-an-enemy\/"},"modified":"2008-05-06T21:13:16","modified_gmt":"2008-05-07T04:13:16","slug":"taste-of-an-enemy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ratandfox.net\/ff\/51\/taste-of-an-enemy\/","title":{"rendered":"Taste of an Enemy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>ADULTS ONLY<\/p>\n<p><em>Contains explicit male\/male sex.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Pairing: Mulder\/Krycek<\/p>\n<p>Summary: Written in response to a challenge to write a story beginning with the words, &#8220;As I sucked his . . . &#8221; No particular timeline.<\/p>\n<p>1\/99<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->Disclaimer: X-Files characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Broadcasting. No infringement is intended.<\/p>\n<p>* * *<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;As I sucked his cock&#8230;.&#8221; Mulder stopped, face blazing, throat suddenly gone dry. He shook his head in disbelief. Had he really just said that? Had he really <em>done<\/em> that?<\/p>\n<p>Scully stared at him in stunned silence. There were red spots high on her cheeks, and her mouth was a tight line. She waited.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I kept thinking&#8230;,&#8221; he stumbled blindly on with his confession. But no, he hadn&#8217;t been thinking at all, had he? He&#8217;d been lost in the sensation: down on his knees before the man he hated, gripping the strong thighs in their tight denim, mouth stretched wide around the man&#8217;s thick cock, feeling the silky hot skin on his tongue, tasting the drops of precum at the back of his throat.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I kept thinking, if I did it, somehow it would change things.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>As he&#8217;d knelt there, Krycek&#8217;s fingers had run through his hair, stroking, gripping, pulling Mulder&#8217;s head closer, driving his cock further down Mulder&#8217;s throat. Mulder hadn&#8217;t really known what he was doing\u00e2\u20ac\u201dhe&#8217;d gone mostly on instinct, moving his mouth and tongue in ways that felt good to him, remembering what felt good on his own cock, and letting Krycek&#8217;s response guide him: the squirming thrusts of his hips, the pleasured groans, the tightening of his fingers in Mulder&#8217;s hair.<\/p>\n<p>Scully&#8217;s mouth worked, as if swallowing the words she wanted to say, as if tasting the enemy in her own mouth and finding it bad. &#8220;And did it?&#8221; she asked, finally.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Did it what?&#8221; He&#8217;d already lost the thread of what he was saying. On his knees, he&#8217;d slid one arm around Krycek&#8217;s waist, pulling him closer, burying his face in the crisp hair at Krycek&#8217;s crotch, and worked the other hand beneath to cup Krycek&#8217;s balls, squeezing and rolling them in his palm. He&#8217;d sucked greedily, as if he was starving for it, swallowing the cock deeper into his mouth.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Did it change things?&#8221; Scully spoke patiently, but her patience was thin and strained.<\/p>\n<p>No, he wanted to say. Nothing had changed. He still hated Krycek. Still wanted him dead. But that would be a lie, and he couldn&#8217;t lie to Scully. &#8220;Yes. I think so. Maybe.&#8221; Of course, he could still lie to Krycek. After he&#8217;d finished, after he&#8217;d felt Krycek&#8217;s cock swell and burst in his mouth, after he&#8217;d tasted the hot, salty semen sliding down his throat, after Krycek had stiffened and thrust up his hips, and then collapsed back onto Mulder&#8217;s couch with a satisfied moan, Mulder had stood up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, and growled, <em>All right, you&#8217;ve had your fun. Now get out.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Krycek had also stood up. The look on his face had been strange, almost stricken. He&#8217;d reached out for Mulder&#8217;s arm. <em>Mulder,<\/em> he&#8217;d said, in that soft, throaty voice, the one that made him sound so young and innocent. The one in which he&#8217;d asked, <em>How&#8217;d you sleep?<\/em> all those years ago, back when he was Mulder&#8217;s partner, when Mulder had made the mistake of trusting him, when he&#8217;d wanted to call him his friend.<\/p>\n<p>But Mulder had turned away, brushing off the hand that reached out for him. Still tasting Krycek&#8217;s come in his mouth, his cock had burned like molten rock. <em>Just go.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;He&#8217;s a dangerous man, Mulder. You can&#8217;t trust him.&#8221; Scully&#8217;s disapproval was hard on her face.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I know,&#8221; he said softly. What else was there to say?<\/p>\n<p>Scully sighed deeply. &#8220;Why did you tell me this?&#8221; No doubt she would have preferred not to know.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know. I&#8230;.&#8221; He swallowed, still tasting it. <em>Because I wanted to do it, and I don&#8217;t know why. Because I haven&#8217;t been able to stop thinking about it. Because if he came back right now, I&#8217;d do it again.<\/em> &#8220;You&#8217;re my friend. I had to tell someone.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She nodded. &#8220;All right. What are you going to do about it?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t think there is anything I can do.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Scully offered a sad, reluctant smile, and put her hand on his arm. Her hand he allowed to remain there. &#8220;Just be careful, Mulder.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I will.&#8221; But it was a hollow promise, where Alex Krycek was concerned.<\/p>\n<p><em>As I sucked his cock,<\/em> he thought, <em>I was right where I wanted to be. Where I&#8217;d always wanted to be. And I knew it.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>end.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>ADULTS ONLY Contains explicit male\/male sex. 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