WICKED GAME
By Mare
Chapter 9
Disclaimers in Chapter 1, rated NC-17
Krycek watched Scully turn slowly and shoot a loaded look at him. "Alex, I was under the impression that we had plans?"
"Honey, if its a bad time, we can always reschedule," Maggie said.
"Its not a bad time at all," Krycek assured her, smiling to himself at Scullys almost sub-audible growl. "Our plans werent set in stone, were they, Dana? Surely we can put them off and spare a few hours for your mother."
"Alex..." If he wasnt mistaken, her tone sounded suspiciously like a whine. "Are you sure those plans can wait that long?"
Theyll wait as long as it takes to drive you to the point where you need to get fucked or youll die, Little Red... "Oh, sure, they can wait," he said lightly. "I can wait, Dana. Can you?"
"Really, I can come back another time," Maggie put in.
"No need," Krycek said, taking Maggies arm. "In fact, coming tonight was a wonderful idea. Wasnt it, Dana?"
"It would be a wonderful thing..." he heard her mutter.
"Whats that? Cant quite hear you, kitten."
She raised her eyes to his. Was that a challenge he saw there? Or a warning of his impending death? "I said, I can wait if you can, Alex," she said through clenched teeth. "Mom, why dont you come and sit down?"
Scully escorted her mother to the table while Krycek busied himself with the food. "Do I have a minute to change?" he heard from behind him.
He looked up to find her edging toward the hall, but he caught up to her and kissed her cheek. "Of course, kitten, but only a minute." Then, lower, so Maggie couldnt hear, "No fair soloing in there."
Her blue eyes blazed at him. "Make this quick or you will die," she growled. "And dont call me kitten."
"I'll call you whatever I want and youll like it, unless you want me to propose to you on bended knee in front of your mother..."
"Bastard!" she snarled before stalking off down the hall.
"I love you too, hon," he called after her, feeling deep satisfaction at the loud slam of the bedroom door.
"Can I help with anything?" Maggie asked, coming up behind him.
"What? Uh, no, just sit down." Krycek led her back to the table. "Everythings covered. Want anything? Something else to drink? Another beer?" He could play the perfect host if he had to, but he was suddenly very nervous being alone with Maggie. The poor woman had no idea she was about to become the pawn in a twisted little game...
"Just mineral water if you have it," Maggie said with a smile.
As he handed it to her, she leaned forward and said, "Alex, youve spent a lot of time with Dana recently, havent you?"
"Yeah..." What was she getting at?
"I was just wondering... how is she? Is she all right?"
It took a moment for him to realize what she was asking. "Yeah, shes fine. Doesnt she look fine?"
Maggie fixed a direct gaze on him. "You do know what I mean, dont you?"
"Of course." Great, just what he needed; discussion of the one issue that would put a damper on the game. He had to get off this topic fast. "She, um... she doesnt like to talk about it."
"She doesnt talk to you about it either?" Maggie shook her head sadly. "Im so afraid shes still in denial."
The last thing he wanted was for the evening to turn into some sort of intervention. If Maggie was looking for an ally, she wasnt going to get one. Not now. "Shes not in denial, shes fine, and I dont think she wants to talk about it tonight."
"Alex, Im just concerned for my daughter --"
"I know you are. She appreciates it, I appreciate it, but everythings fine. Okay?"
She looked at him for another long moment, then gave in. "All right. Consider the subject closed."
Krycek felt Maggies eyes on him as he moved around the kitchen, and waited for the expected question. If she couldnt talk about the cancer, what other subject was there? When the question came, it wasnt what he thought it would be.
"Do you often cook for Dana?"
Years of working with the smoking man and his group had taught Krycek that theres no such thing as an innocent question, no matter whos asking it. Maggie might still be heading where he thought shed go, but she was taking a roundabout route to get there. "Just about every night."
"Sometimes hes lazy and all we have to eat is leftovers."
Krycek looked up to see Scully emerging from the hall. Had she...? No, probably not. She didnt look relaxed, but she did look... determined. There was a definite challenge in her eyes now... and he could easily see why.
It wasnt that the shirt was that low-cut, really. It was one of his favorites; a black v-neck that was softly clingy in all the right places. But it was clinging in a way hed never seen before. Her breasts now seemed bigger, fuller. The shirts neckline was just low enough to reveal the barest hint of the swell of her breasts, tantalizing him and making him ache to touch her.
Dana Scully in a Wonderbra? He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, willing away his bodys reaction to the sight. Theyre just breasts, he told himself. Not like you havent seen them a thousand times before. Control. Youre in control. Youre not going to cave first. She is...
He looked a smiling Scully right in the eyes. "We wouldnt have to have the leftovers for dinner if youd let me make lunch for you in the morning."
"Not that youre ever awake when I leave --" Scully immediately realized her mistake and sat down without a word, unable to meet her mothers questioning gaze.
To Maggies credit, she waited until the food was on the table and everyone was digging in before asking. "So, are you two living together?"
Krycek pounced on that one while Scully was sipping her drink. "Yes, we are." He tried hard not to smirk when Scully choked on her water.
She recovered quickly. "Temporarily, Mom. Alexs apartment was damaged in a fire and it just didnt make sense for him to spend money on a hotel while its being fixed."
"Fire?" Maggie laid a hand on his arm. "You werent hurt, were you?"
A tiny pang of guilt stabbed at him. Was it really fair to mess with Maggies mind like this? She seemed to be such a nice person, and the primary object of the mindfuck was the daughter, not the mother. Oh, well, every operation had its innocent victims, and what Maggie didnt know wouldnt hurt her. Right? "No, I wasnt hurt. It was my neighbors fault, smoking in bed, yknow? Nothing major, just the usual water damage and theres that awful charred smell everywhere." He leaned closer to Scullys mother and lowered his voice, but not so low that Scully couldnt hear him. "To tell you the truth, Im enjoying it here so much I might not go back when its ready."
The look on the Ice Queens face was worth the numbness in his leg where she kicked him. "Alex, didnt we talk about that?"
"Actually, Dana..." Maggie began.
Scully turned toward her mother. "Mom, I know how you feel about that. You know I wouldnt --"
"Normally, it would make me very uncomfortable," Maggie broke in. "And I still dont feel right about it, but this time... maybe its for the best."
Scully choked on her food. "But, Mom --"
"I mean it, Dana," Maggie said. "In this case Id just feel better knowing that youre not alone. You might need someone with you in case anything happens."
If Maggie only knew who it was that shed just deemed suitable to protect her daughter...
Quickly bending his head over his plate, Krycek surreptitiously watched Scully. If hed been the one to make a comment like that, she wouldve bitten his head off. The cancer was the one topic even he wouldnt pick at; if they ever talked about it, Scully had to bring it up. And she had done so only twice. The subject both saddened and angered her, and he was sure that her mothers implication that she was anything but a tower of strength would anger her even more. No matter what she felt, she couldnt let herself be seen as vulnerable. He almost expected an explosion of some type from her, but it didnt look like that was going to happen. She put her fork down and folded her hands in her lap. "Mother, Im perfectly capable of taking care of myself," she said calmly.
"I know you are, sweetheart," Maggie said. "But it never hurts to be prepared, does it?"
"Not now, Mom." Scully spoke in that same calm tone, but Krycek knew she had to be inwardly seething. She glared at him for no apparent reason, but he just shrugged a little. After all, he wasnt the one who brought the subject up.
The atmosphere was getting a little too tense, and somebody had to do something about it. "Anybody want any more food?" he asked brightly. "Theres plenty." He hadnt had much time to cook, thanks to Maggies visit, but his spaghetti and meatballs usually went over well.
Both ladies declined, but the tension was broken as Maggie posed another question. "Tell me, how did you meet?"
"Worked together," Krycek said quickly, before Scully could invent something. Better to act as natural as possible here; the closer he stuck to the truth, the fewer details hed have to remember later.
"Briefly," Scully added. "One case, a few years ago."
Maggie turned to Krycek. "So you were in the FBI?"
He acknowledged Scullys warning glare with a wink. "For a while, until I realized that the pays better in the private sector."
"Which private sector?" Scully murmured.
Maggie didnt appear to have heard her. "Then you must know Danas partner, Fox Mulder."
"Oh, yes," Scully said quietly. "Alex and Mulder know each other very well."
Krycek managed to shoot a glare in Scullys direction before Maggie turned a questioning glance toward him. If the cancer was Scullys taboo topic, the Mulder situation was his. The object of this game was to get Scully to get rid of her mother so they could have sex. Why the hell was she bringing this up? "Mulder and I, um... dont really get along," he mumbled.
"Oh? Whys that?"
When he hesitated, Scully prompted him. "Go ahead, Alex. Tell her exactly why you and Mulder dont get along."
He tried to kick her, but she deftly moved her leg out of the way. Why was she pushing this? He thought she wouldnt want to talk about Mulder at all. This had to be her revenge for him asking her mom to stay. Was making him squirm really more important to her than getting rid of Maggie and her questions?
He cleared his throat and took a swig of his beer under the watchful eyes of the Scully women. How close to the truth could he get? "Lets just say that I burned some bridges when I left the FBI. Ticked a few people off, Mulder probably most of all. Its just better if we stay out of each others way."
"He was upset that you left?"
"It was more the way Alex left," Scully supplied. "Mulder thinks he left some issues unresolved."
"What do you think, Dana?"
"Well, I --"
"I felt I could better resolve those issues from outside the Bureau," Krycek said quickly. "And so far I think its working pretty well. Wouldnt you say so, D?"
Scully smiled sweetly. "How would I know?" She moved slightly, highlighting her cleavage, then delicately sucked in a strand of spaghetti. Krycek had to look away.
"In any case," he murmured, "the effort has been... quite fulfilling. Im satisfied so far. And I think youre pretty satisfied too..."
A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and this time she was the one who had to look away.
Maggie, obviously a little uncomfortable, broke the tension again. "You lost touch after Alex left the FBI, right? What was it that brought you together after so long?"
Krycek looked her right in the eye and said, "Sex."
Maggie laughed heartily while Krycek watched her daughter out of the corner of his eye. He knew hed pushed Scully too far and expected some sort of outburst from her, but she didnt move. Obviously too nervous to see the humor in that statement, she sat still, her head bowed over her plate. She was chewing her lip, an action he found curiously sexy.
Funny how the oddest things could sometimes be so arousing...
Aware of her mothers curious gaze on her, Scully managed a small smile. "Cute, Alex," she said quietly. "Real cute."
He gave her a tight smile. "Just another one of my hidden talents."
Maggie cleared her throat. "Really, what did bring you together?"
"What brings any two people together?" Scully said, a bit uncomfortable with the question. "Our paths crossed and I guess we just sort of... clicked."
"I made her an offer she couldnt refuse," Krycek added, with a wink at Scully.
"I see." Maggie took note of the looks passing between them and gulped her drink.
The rest of the meal was accompanied by more mundane conversation, with both Scully and Krycek deftly avoiding any further questions Maggie had about the nature of their relationship. It wasnt until the table was cleared and they had moved into the living room for coffee that the real reason for Maggies visit came up.
"Dana, I just wanted to drop off Kathleens wedding registry list. I thought that we might go shopping tonight, but of course, you have plans."
"Registry list?" Scully asked. "The weddings in August! Why on earth would we shop now?"
"Because the girls are planning the shower for next month."
"Next month," Scully said. Maggie nodded. "Four months before the wedding?"
"Element of surprise," Krycek supplied, thoroughly amused by the conversation. "Shell never see it coming."
"Exactly," Maggie said. "And you know how curious Kathleen can be."
Krycek elbowed Scully. "Whos Kathleen?"
Scully sighed, and in that moment he knew shed wanted to keep this wedding a secret from him. "My cousin," she said quietly.
How intriguing. "A family wedding? Great. Id love to meet more of your relatives."
The look Scully gave him was the very picture of the Evil Eye.
"Anyway," Maggie was saying, "if you wanted to, we could still go shopping tonight. The stores still open and Im so sorry, but I feel like Ive wrecked your plans for this evening..."
"Maggie, you didnt wreck anything," Krycek said quickly. "We wanted you to stay."
"I dont think Im up to those plans anyway," Scully sighed. "Im a little tired tonight. Id really rather just stretch out right here on the sofa and watch a video..."
An image of Scully lying there moaning and stroking herself sprang into Kryceks brain, and it felt like every drop of blood in his body headed straight to his groin. Calm down, he told himself. Control. Youre stronger than she is... He took a deep breath and said, "Aw, cmon. Theres still plenty of time."
"Oh, you go ahead, Alex," came the reply. "You know I like to watch videos alone."
Oh, but the look on her face when shed finally begged him to fuck her... "And you know you like it when I join you."
There it was. That look. She remembered too...
Scully sprang up from her seat on the sofa and paced around the coffee table. "On second thought, we were both looking forward to those plans, werent we?"
"Mm-hmm. Can only be put off for so long..." he murmured.
"I should go," Maggie said, standing up. "Im so sorry, I shouldve called first."
"Mom, dont worry about it." Scully handed her mother her coat. "Its fine. You didnt ruin anything."
"Alex, it was lovely meeting you." Maggie planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Uncomfortable with that gesture, he ducked his head and mumbled similar words.
"Mom, well go shopping this weekend, I promise," Scully said, ushering her mother to the door. "Ill call you."
Farewells were said, and finally Scully closed the door and they were alone. She remained against the door, her feral glare practically searing a hole right through him. "Now, how about those plans?" she breathed, her voice low and sultry.
Now he had her where he wanted her. "Plans?" he said, getting up. "I do believe we have a date..." He moved toward the kitchen, and Scully followed.
"Date?"
"Yeah." Krycek stepped back and showed her the dirty dishes and pots clustered on the counter. "With some dishes."
"Dishes?" Scully suddenly snatched up a dishtowel and swatted him with it. "I didnt just throw my mother out the door to do dishes! And how could you say those things in front of my mother?"
Krycek grabbed a towel of his own and snapped it at her. "Whaddya mean, how could I say those things? I didnt say anything to embarrass you!"
"Shes not stupid. She knew something was going on! And how come you didnt introduce yourself as Alan?"
Oops. "She caught me off guard. I forgot, okay?" Seeing her all worked up drove his simmering arousal up another notch. If she didnt stop swatting him and get down to business, hed have to do something himself, very soon...
"Youve never been caught off guard in your life! What if she mentions this to Mulder?"
Scullys towel-snapping had chased him into a corner, but he battled back out of it. "What, does she have brunch with Mulder every Sunday or something? Why the hell would she even see him unless you were there too?"
"Mulder has ways of finding things out, Alex! Hes not above pumping my mother for information."
"He is if you dont let him." Krycek grabbed the end of Scullys towel and pulled her close to him, trapping her against the table. "You really wanna have a towel fight?"
Her eyes, hungry once again, locked onto his as he pressed himself against her. A small sigh escaped her lips when she felt his erection, a reminder of the promise shed made before dinner. "No, I dont want to have a towel fight," she breathed, tugging his zipper down. "We had plans, remember?"
It wasnt until clothes were all over the kitchen that Scully seemed to realize where they were. She froze for a second, distracting his attention from the breast he was sucking. "Bed?" she asked.
The tease had gone on long enough, and Krycek wasnt moving another inch until she fulfilled her promise. "Right here." He turned her around so that she was facing the table, the very same table theyd just had dinner on. "Bend over," he breathed.
She resisted a little, but he bent with her until her torso was on the table and he was on top of her. "Alex?" she asked.
"Dont move," he told her, then straightened up and pushed deep inside her.
She gasped at his sudden entry, her hands scrabbling on the table surface for something to grab onto. She knocked something to the floor, but he didnt really hear it. He slammed into her fast and hard; couldnt stop no matter what. He barely heard her cry out, but he felt the rhythmic spasms of her orgasm. He slipped his hand down between the edge of the table and her body, found her clit and rubbed at it; maybe too hard, but she soon came again anyway.
Nothing registered anymore, no outside stimuli at all. All he knew was the warm wetness of her body, the intensely pleasurable sensations centered in a few inches of his own body. Was there anything else that felt that good? No, couldnt be. Nothing else could ever feel like that...
It was over too fast, much too soon. He came hard, and afterwards leaned, panting, on top of Scully. Two hours of teasing and anticipation spent in just a few minutes. It would be such a waste if it didnt feel so damn good.
He slipped out of her, but she didnt move. She lay there across the table, breathing hard herself, and that was when he saw it.
Why hadnt he seen it before? He searched his memory, realizing that hed never seen her back before. Another secret held by the enigmatic little redhead. "Dana?"
"Mmm?"
He lightly traced the colored circle on her lower back. "Tell me about this."
Scully gasped and whirled around to face him. "What?"
So she didnt want to talk about it. Even more intriguing. "Your tattoo. Tell me about it."
Something that looked almost like panic crossed her eyes, but only for a second, followed by an odd gleam. "Do you want to hear about the tattoo?" she asked. "Or would you rather have a blow job?"
She wasnt offering... was she? "Excuse me?"
"I could tell you about the tattoo if you want, but I think Id rather give you oral sex. Your choice."
Krycek couldnt believe his ears. "You want to what?"
"You heard me." She grasped his hand and tugged him toward the bedroom. "Come get it if you want it."
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"Let me get this straight," he said for about the tenth time. "You want to do this?"
Scully sighed in exasperation. "Say that one more time and I wont."
"Okay, okay." He folded his arms across his chest and leaned a shoulder against the closed door. "So... any time you want to start, feel free."
She sank to her knees, took a deep breath, and fixed her eyes on his still-soft penis. In this state it seemed so... non-threatening. Why, then, did she have more butterflies in her stomach than she could ever remember having? Sure, she could hunt serial killers and murderous mutants, but when faced with giving a guy a blow job, she turned into a spineless, quivering lump of Jello. Why the hell had she said she wanted to do this?
It wasnt just the blow job that threw her, she had to admit. It was Krycek. She could probably do this for any other guy and not feel so nervous... probably because most guys wouldnt grade her performance like Krycek did. The fact that this was an incredibly intimate gesture, in many ways even more intimate than having sex, didnt help, either.
Kryceks voice broke through her thoughts. "Yknow, Dana, if you really dont want to do it, I wont hold it against you. Theres lots of other things we can do if you still want to."
Was he telling her he didnt think she could go through with it? Well, shed just have to show him he was wrong. Steeling her nerves, she took another deep breath and glanced up at him. "No, Im fine. I just... need a minute."
"Sure, take your time." He turned slightly and leaned fully back against the door.
Scully fixed her eyes again on his penis. All men liked blow jobs, right? Shouldnt the thought of this be arousing him, at least a little? Maybe it was too soon after his orgasm. Great, shed have to do all the work.
She leaned back slightly, trying to map a strategy, when he spoke again. "Just so you know," he said casually, "swallowings optional. Itd be nice, but therell be no lost points if you dont."
"My, how generous of you." It took all the self-control she possessed not to shudder in front of him. Wouldnt do to let him think she was less than eager to do this, would it?
She suddenly wished she werent naked. Any clothing, even underwear, would make her feel less vulnerable. But all the clothes she had been wearing were strewn all over the kitchen, and she knew that if she moved to get something else from her dresser, Krycek would never let her hear the end of it. Shed just have to make do au natural.
She was just leaning forward slightly, almost ready to begin, when she heard a soft laugh from her partner. "Dana Scully on her knees in front of me," he said. "Never thought Id live to see the day."
If he was trying to throw her off, he was doing a damn good job. "I may be on my knees," she returned, "but whos the vulnerable one here?"
"Oh, a power trip too. Thats so... so..."
Arousing? She mentally filled in the end of the sentence. Hot? Sexy?
"... so damn cute!"
"Cute?" she spat. "I dont have to do this, yknow --"
"Hey, this was your idea. Did I ask you to suck me? No..."
"You did ask. In the bar..."
Her voice trailed off as he thought about that for a second, until the memory came back to him. "Oh, that? Dana, that was a general statement. Didnt really mean anything. Certainly didnt mean I was asking you to do it. I figured you never would."
"Shed probably suck me if I wanted was a general statement?" Scully sat back on her heels and glared at him.
Krycek sighed. "First thing you have to remember about men," he explained patiently, "is that were pigs. We --"
"Oh, believe me, I know that," she broke in. "Ive seen ample evidence of that lately."
"We generally think about three things," he went on, as if she hadnt interrupted. "Food, booze, and sex. Blow jobs, as a sub-category of sex, get a lot of thought. For some guys, its a toss-up whether their first thought about a woman will be maybe shell fuck me or maybe shell suck me. What I said in the bar really was a general, guy-type statement." He favored her with a warm smile. "Were really very simple creatures when you get right down to it. Not hard to figure out at all."
Food... booze... sex... money... power... mind games... world domination... no, not hard to figure out at all. She took a deep breath. "Men may be simple, but you, Alex Krycek, are the most complex creature Ive ever met. How you have any idea what the average man thinks about is beyond me."
He laughed softly. "Thank you. Nice to know that Im unique."
"Oh, youre a unique one, all right." Slight movement in her peripheral vision drew her eyes down again. So the mind game aroused him, while the prospect of receiving oral sex didnt. This was one of those times when Scully wouldve given practically anything to know what was going on behind those pretty green eyes of his. It wasnt just the mind game, was it? Hed said a couple of times already that one of the things driving the deal was the fact that he wanted her. As uncomfortable as that statement had made her in the past, she clung to it now. At least that was a normal, natural human urge. She couldnt let herself believe that he was so twisted as to need the mind game.
Just another mind game, she told herself. He doesnt believe Id really give him a blow job, and hes going to make it damn hard for me to do it. Ill show him... "Youre not helping me here, either," she said after a moment. "If you want me to do this, shut up and let me do it my own way, okay?"
"Yes, maam." He snapped off a smart salute before relaxing against the door again. "Yknow, I never saw it going down quite like this..."
"Youre lucky its happening at all." She leaned forward again, stopping just close enough for him to feel her breath on him. Seeing him rise to the occasion just from that made her feel a lot better. It had just been too soon before. He was as susceptible to basic biology as any normal man. Alex Krycek was far from normal, but at least he wasnt so twisted that he needed the mind game to get aroused.
She leaned in a little closer again, and it suddenly occurred to her that she had no idea what to do next. Shed attempted oral sex only once before in her life; an experience that had been a complete disaster. As bad as that was, the pressure of the deal and Kryceks little scoring system could only make this time even worse. On top of that, Krycek wasnt circumcised. That fact, only a curiosity up to that point, suddenly became very important. Intellectually, she knew it shouldnt make a difference, but in practice it made a huge one. Shed never even had sex with a whole man before Krycek, let alone blown one. What the hell was she supposed to do?
"Any day now, Dana," Krycek prompted.
"Shut up or Ill bite it off!" Scully growled, uncertainty making her words harsher than shed intended. No matter how vulnerable a position she thought him to be in, she still had to be careful about pissing him off.
He just laughed. "You know you dont want to do that."
I dont want to do this either. What the hell am I doing? She watched, fascinated, as he grew a little larger, a little harder, right before her eyes. Okay, let him play his little head games if he wanted. The more work he did for her himself, the better. Her hands braced on her knees, she leaned further forward and tentatively touched the tip of his penis with her tongue.
The small sigh that escaped him was an encouraging sign. Okay, so far, so good. Now what? Lick some more, right? She let her tongue glide over the head, around to the underside, up the shaft, feeling him growing with every stroke. So maybe this wasnt so difficult after all. Krycek seemed to be enjoying it, and it wasnt too horrible for her yet. The foreskin wasnt even that much of a problem; it was just something else to play with or move out of the way. Yes, she could deal with this.
She took the first inch or so of his organ into her mouth, ran her tongue over the tip again, and sucked, delighted to hear him gasp and see his knees buckle. His breathing was faster now, more ragged, and one of his hands rested on top of her head. He didnt push her, but she thought he might -- the last man she did this for had. That had been part of the problem that time. But so far he was only stroking her hair as she worked, not pushing on her head.
She sucked again, a little harder, drawing a long moan from her partner. Sounded almost like he was ready to come...
Suddenly she stopped as a thought struck. Im supposed to let him come in my mouth. Im actually going to let him do that? What the hell did I get myself into here? She immediately removed her mouth from him and took a deep breath before continuing, just licking the shaft this time. Her change in tactics brought a whimper of protest, but that faded into a low moan of pleasure when her tongue found an especially sensitive spot.
She lapped at the tip one more time, taking a few drops of fluid onto her tongue, then returned to the spot he seemed to like, on the underside of the head. Shed been wrong before. He hadnt been close to orgasm then; he was still growing harder now.
As she worked, she looked up at him. His head was thrown back against the door, eyes half-closed, his breath coming in short little pants. Was he holding back, making her work harder than she had to? Probably not; he looked to be enjoying this far too much. That realization almost made her stop -- why should she do something just to please him? -- but another thought struck at the same time. During the course of the deal, she had never seen him without iron control over any given situation. Here he was completely vulnerable; totally at her mercy. Was this just part of his mind game? Or did he really trust her that much? Maybe both. Maybe neither. There was a faint possibility that not everything he did was part of the mind game. Maybe he just wanted a blow job.
That had to be it. He hadnt goaded her into doing this; it was her own stupid idea and he jumped on it. Maybe she wouldve been better off trying to explain the tattoo and all her issues with authority that went with it. Too late now, though. Shed started, she thought she might be close to finishing...
"Dana?"
His voice snapped her out of her reverie, and she realized that he wasnt panting anymore. He was still hard, but... didnt seem as hard. She licked harder at that one spot. Shouldnt he be enjoying this?
"Dana?"
Sure, she needed some time to decide the orgasm issue (and there was a lot more to that decision than his simple issue of "spit or swallow"), but suddenly this didnt seem to be going in the right direction...
He tapped her head twice. "Yo, Dana! That feels really good and all, but would you mind licking somewhere else for a while? Youre starting to scrape skin off there."
Now she stopped licking altogether. "Of all the ungrateful --"
She was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone.
They both looked over at the phone on the table by the bed, then back at each other. Scullys eyes dropped to his still-erect penis. Take a break? Continue and let the answering machine pick up?
"Might as well get it," Krycek told her. "Youre not doing me a whole lot of good at the moment."
"Son of a bitch!" she hissed, then dove across the bed and scooped up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey, Scully, its me."
Mulder. With glorious timing, as usual. "Whats up?"
"Just got this report of a huge, wild creature in a forest in Pennsylvania. I dont want to make any judgments yet, but the park ranger who contacted me did mention Bigfoot."
Scully sighed. "Youve got to be kidding, Mulder. Youre running off to chase after Bigfoot? Theres never even been a report in Pennsylvania!"
Suddenly she heard chuckling behind her, then felt the mattress dip as Krycek collapsed next to her, laughing hysterically.
"Am I interrupting something, Scully? We can finish this later if you want."
"No, no, youre not interrupting anything." She glanced at the clock. "You dont really expect me to come with you, do you?"
"Not if you dont want to. I just wanted to let you know where Im going to be for the next day or so. Im heading up there tonight, but I dont know when Ill be back."
"Youre going now? Mulder, its late."
"Gotta check it out when its still dark. They dont come out much in the daytime."
"Fine, Mulder. Ill be waiting when you come back and tell me it was just a big bear. Enjoy."
"You enjoy too, Scully. Good night."
She hung up the phone, rolled over and smacked Kryceks arm. "You cant just shut up, can you?"
"Cant help it," he said when he could breathe. "Spooky running after Bigfoot? Thats just too..."
She sighed. "Mulder believes in his work."
"Hes the only one who does. Sure, E.T. and government conspiracies, okay, but Bigfoot?"
"Youd be surprised at some of the things weve run into over the years."
"Bet I wouldnt. Oh, well. Better to have him sniffing around a forest somewhere than poking around here anyway. Now, where were we? We have some options here."
She sat up. "Options?"
"Mm-hmm. You can pick up where you left off..." His hand drifted down and he started gently stroking himself. "You could finish it with your hands. We could do something else. Or you could tell me about that tattoo..."
She slapped his hand away. "You may want to watch me, but I have no desire to watch you doing that."
"Fine," he huffed. "If you talk about the tattoo, Ill finish in the bathroom."
Tattoo? Authority figures and innermost feelings? She wasnt ready to talk about it yet. Hand job? She didnt want a repeat of what happened the last time she did that. Sex? He was the only one even mildly aroused. That left...
She rolled him over onto his back and pinned him to the bed with her body. "Never let it be said that Dana Scully is a quitter," she said, then moved lower and took his penis in her mouth again.
If variety was what he wanted, variety was what hed get. She kissed, licked, sucked, alternating between the very sensitive head and the shaft, and soon had him panting and moaning with pleasure again. He grew larger and very hard very quickly, and this time she was pretty sure hed come fast. Shed started it, so she might as well go all the way.
She took more of his organ into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, then drew back again. Down again, then back up. That seemed to be what he wanted; his hands tangled in her hair and now he did push her head down, gently. She resisted the pressure and kept up her own rhythm. She wasnt used to having anything quite that big in her mouth, and it took a bit of adjustment, but she managed, as long as she didnt give in to his direction.
Then it happened. She was on a downstroke, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could, when without warning his hips thrust upward. Suddenly his penis hit the back of her throat. She gagged, choked... and bit down.
His yelp of surprise and pain registered only peripherally. She was too busy choking, coughing, and trying to quell the instant nausea. At least there was nothing in her mouth anymore -- he jerked away from her when she bit him.
She was still coughing when he lit into her. "Jesus, Dana, you bit me! What the hell was that?"
She tried to say something, but could still only cough.
"If you didnt want to finish it, you couldve just said so!" he went on. "Jesus Christ, if you dont know what the hell youre doing, whyd you even start?"
"I was... doing... okay..." she choked.
"Have you ever done this before? Ever tried? Ever even thought about it? Well, heres a news flash for you -- youre allowed, no, encouraged to use your hands too!"
"It wouldve been fine if you didnt ram it down my throat and choke me!" she shot back.
"Thats why you use your hands. So that doesnt happen! And by the way, have you ever eaten a popsicle? The skills transfer, yknow!"
"Oh, come on, it wasnt that bad!"
"The hell it wasnt! For Gods sake, you bit me! Do you have any idea how much that hurts?"
"Im sure there wasnt any permanent damage. Youll recover."
"Do me a favor, huh? If I ever agree to let your mouth anywhere near my dick ever again, just have me committed, okay?"
He was overreacting, as usual. Wasnt she the one who almost choked? But she managed to bite back most of her anger. "Trust me, you dont have to worry about it happening again. That was a one-time event." If she ever thought about trying something like that again, shed have herself committed first.
"Good, cause you really suck at sucking." He flopped into bed and turned over on his side, away from her.
Scully watched him settle down, anger bubbling up again. "How dare you?" she cried. "I try to do something for you and all you can say is --"
"You only did it because something about that tattoo repulses you even more than blowing me does," he interrupted, his voice somewhat calmer now. "Face it, Dana, cocksucking just isnt one of your natural talents."
"Im starting to wonder if getting it up is one of yours!" The words were out before her better judgment could stop them.
He turned slightly. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," Scully fumed. It was out now; might as well run with it. "You cant get it up unless youre playing one of your little head games!"
"What the hell...?"
"You have me on my knees in front of you, and nothing happens until you start messing with my mind," she continued, quickly analyzing now. "And its not only tonight, either! Its happened every single time weve had sex. Youve twisted and manipulated every single encounter so far. No wonder youve never had a real relationship -- normal male-female interaction wouldnt arouse you, would it? I may not be good at blow jobs, but at least I dont need psychological help to correct that!"
She stopped, suddenly realizing what shed said. If he was angry before, how much worse would it be now?
Krycek only sighed heavily. "I seem to remember a completely unsolicited hand job. And Im pretty sure you jumped me when you came back from your trip. Then there was your birthday..."
"Oh, come on, this entire deal is one gigantic mind game! Do you honestly think I wouldve done any of that if you hadnt manipulated me into it?"
"I never said a word on any of those occasions."
"You didnt have to. You laid the groundwork very well, right at the beginning."
He turned over to face her now. "Youve had choices. You didnt have to agree to the deal. Once you did, you picked the times, not me --"
"The bar?" she shot back. "I certainly didnt pick that time!"
"Is it my fault you got addicted to the sex? Youre doing a pretty good job mindfucking yourself, plamennaya malyishka."
"So what if I did get addicted to the sex?" Scully asked, only vaguely aware of the admission shed just made. "That doesnt matter. Youre still playing your little games, every time. Why? Im not fighting you. Why play the games unless you cant perform without them?"
His eyes locked on hers for what felt like a long time. Finally he said, "I dont need any mind games to perform. You have no idea what youre talking about." His tone had an air of finality to it.
"Denial is an ugly thing, Alex."
He sighed and turned over again. "End of discussion, Dana."
"What, just because you say so?"
Krycek burrowed deeper under the covers and declined to answer.
When it became apparent that the discussion really was over, Scully put on some pajamas and slipped into bed herself, as far away from him as she could get. He turned away from her, and again she wondered what was going on inside his head. Had she struck a nerve with that accusation?
Hed never let on if she had. And nothing would change.
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You cant get it up unless youre playing one of your little head games!
Scullys allegation hung there in the still air of the bedroom as if the words had just been spoken. Krycek shook his head. Hed tried his best to ignore her utterly baseless accusation, but it wove a very bizarre undercurrent through his dreams. And now that morning had come and he was awake, it refused to go away.
He rolled onto his back in bed and stared up at the ceiling. His head felt oddly fuzzy, there was a terribly annoying tickle in his throat, and he just didnt feel like concentrating on anything, but the only way to make the accusation go away was to give it some thought. Where had she gotten that idea, anyway? Did she really mean it, or was it just something she came up with to turn his attention away from her own inadequate performance?
His hand slipped down his body and gently stroked the site of the bite. She was right about one thing; there didnt seem to be any permanent damage. It wasnt even especially sore. Sensation seemed to be intact...
Lazily stroking himself, he let his mind drift back over the seven weeks since the start of the deal. Just how often had he mindfucked Scully, anyway? Definitely on that first night -- hed had to to get things moving. The first encounter once the deal was agreed to? Sure, hed left the video out on purpose, just to push things along, but hed had no idea how she would react to it. She couldve read him the riot act and thrown him out the door -- in fact, he sort of expected that. Instead he hit the jackpot. Was that his doing? Couldnt be. She mindfucked herself into that one. And that hand job was all her idea.
Still, Krycek did have to admit that hed done a lot of mindfucking. A lot. Maybe even created an atmosphere of it, as shed said. Sure, it enhanced the sex. Very much. But he was certainly capable of getting aroused without it. He held concrete proof of that in his hand at that very moment. No mindfucks to be found; Scully wasnt even home. Shed gone to work. He was just lying there, thinking and stroking, and wouldnt you know it, there was a perfectly serviceable erection. He didnt need to mess with anyones head to get off. She was completely wrong.
Why play the games unless you cant perform without them?
Obviously he could perform without the games. So why was he still playing them? Hed achieved his objectives. Scully had more than surrendered to her baser instincts; she all but embraced them now. And he was having lots and lots of regular sex with the woman who was the star of countless jack-off fantasies since the first time she blew him off. Why still play games?
Mind games were second nature to him; had been since he was a child. Mind games allowed him to keep a distance, assured that he was always in control. And wasnt this whole exercise really about control?
Maybe that was what she was picking up on. Even when she initiated, she was acutely aware that she was never really in control. That had to bother her; maybe it was why she lashed out. But most times she didnt seem to mind being manipulated. She was enjoying the deal now.
Did she truly enjoy it? Or had he really mindfucked her that thoroughly? If so, then he was indeed playing head games every minute of every day. That couldnt possibly be the case, but even if it was, there was nothing really wrong with that. Yeah, he got off on the head games. But it wasnt like he couldnt get off without them. It wasnt even important enough to call a fetish. How the hell could she say he needed it to perform? Just because he did it all the time? So he enjoyed it. So what?
If he really needed to mindfuck somebody to get aroused, he wouldnt be so close to coming now, would he? And he was; it would happen any minute now, any second, he was so close...
But it didnt happen. That feeling of impending orgasm quickly faded, and the erection right along with it. Krycek closed his eyes and groaned. This cant be happening. Shes not right, she cant be right...
What was happening? This was by no means the first time hed masturbated since the start of the deal, and hed never had any trouble getting off before. It was always so easy. Hed just conjure up fantasies of Scully, or watch one of the videos hed made, or mentally relive one of the great mindfucks --
No! They were just memories and fantasies. Every guy in the world used something like that for jerk-off purposes. He wasnt mindfucking himself. He was just as normal as the next guy. Right?
The fuzzy feeling in his head had turned into a dull, throbbing headache right above his eyes, and the tickle in his throat was now a pronounced soreness. A cold coming on, he thought. Just what I need. But the reason he couldnt finish what hed started had nothing to do with mindfucks or an impending cold. He wasnt paying attention. His mind was occupied elsewhere, and his train of thought wasnt especially conducive to jerking off.
With a sigh of relief, he started gently stroking again, this time letting his thoughts turn in a more pleasant direction. Those were his Little Reds hands on his cock, not his own, and she knew exactly where to touch, how to touch, how to tease and please...
Release came a scant few minutes later. Krycek moaned softly and relaxed, satisfied, for a good fifteen minutes before getting up to face his day. First order of business: a shower.
The second? It might be a nice idea to change the sheets.
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Scully sighed and pressed the play button on the remote, setting in motion another one of the videos Mulder had once said werent his. It was either a new acquisition or not a particular favorite -- the cardboard of the box was crisp and sharp, as was the picture on the screen.
She wasnt sure exactly how, when, or why shed decided to investigate Mulders tapes, but in the wake of the oral sex disaster, it seemed like a good idea. Yesterday, the day after the fiasco, shed spent the morning cleaning up paperwork that Mulder had left for her while he went chasing after Bigfoot, and then shed found herself with nothing to do. No more paperwork. No reports. Nothing she could add to any pending cases. Not that there actually were any; the manhunt for Krycek was their primary assignment, and that was undergoing a reorganization. There wasnt even a disk to go over -- apparently biting cancelled out rear-entry sex on the kitchen table. That left her with no work, an empty office... and a lot of videotapes.
When she opened the drawer with the tapes, the first thing on her mind had been Kryceks challenge regarding universal male fantasies. It didnt take her long to figure out what the answer was, and she now also had an idea which tape had been his favorite. But as her viewing went on, she found herself paying particular attention to the oral sex. She noted how each actress did it, wondered if it was real. She was surprised to find one gay porn in the drawer, but just chalked that up to Mulders open-mindedness. That one was rather informative, too -- judging from that tape, men seemed to blow other men somewhat differently than women did. Scully filed mental notes for later use.
On her way home that night, she wondered why she was even researching oral sex. It wasnt like she was planning to ever do that for Krycek again. He probably wouldnt let her. She almost wondered if hed even talk to her again. That was a pretty heavy accusation shed thrown at him; true or not, he surely wasnt happy about it.
He was pretty quiet that night, only speaking when spoken to, generally answering in monosyllables, and going to bed early. At first she thought he was still angry with her, but then she found over the counter cold medicine and throat lozenges in the bathroom medicine cabinet. Maybe it was better that he was feeling under the weather. She could spend the night in peace without him bringing up discussion topics shed rather avoid.
So there she was, the next day, going through videos again. She didnt expect Mulder back until tomorrow, which gave her free rein to continue her research. As she watched, she realized that she was doing the research for herself, not for Kryceks pleasure. Hed also said some things that hurt, things that her mind translated to "youre not good enough." Her competitive spirit had been aroused; somewhere deep down she needed to prove that she was good enough.
Scully settled back in her chair, absently toying with the remote. The tapes were mind-numbingly similar: lame attempts at some sort of plot that was really just an excuse to set up the many sex scenes, lots of scenes of rear-entry sex and women in submissive positions. And oral sex. Turning the sound way down helped, but she still felt very odd watching these. She squirmed a bit, getting a little uncomfortable. These tapes were made by men, for men, and were terribly degrading to women. Why, then, did she find herself getting strangely aroused?
She leaned a little closer to the TV. More oral sex coming up, time to pay attention.
She paid such close attention that noises in the office went unnoticed... until Mulders voice registered. "Hey, Scully, whats up?"
Scully jumped a little, the remote slipping from her hand and clattering to the floor under the desk. Damn, damn, damn! she mentally berated herself. She couldnt reach the TV or the VCR to shut them off; she needed that remote. At least the sound was down; maybe Mulder didnt hear it...
"Mulder! I didnt expect you back until tomorrow," she stammered, desperately searching under the desk with her foot. If she could just find that remote and pick it up...
Mulder dropped his overnight bag next to his own desk. "You were right, Scully," he said. "It was just a grizzly bear. No reason to stay." He was to the side of the TV now, leaning against his desk. He still couldnt see the screen, but he didnt have to move far to see it... "So, did I miss anything interesting?"
There it was! If she could just guide it back towards herself with her foot... "No, Mulder, not a thing. Its been very quiet."
She felt him watching her, knowing her actions must look pretty strange. She immediately stopped... and that was when her foot connected with the remote, sending it further under the desk.
It was at that moment that Mulder chose to come around to her desk. "You looked pretty interested there," he said. "What are you watching?" He turned toward the screen.
End Chapter 9
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