Fic: Gift
My sweetie has sent me a gift and I feel compelled to repay her kindness in tenfold. But she ignored my plea of allowing me to buy her a gift completely. And that leaves me no choice but to come up with something by myself.
So. Yes. I'm gonna post more often here. And yes. I'll even try to finish all those stories I've started but never finished. (Imagine that...)
For you, sweetie. (And I'm still going to get you a gift.)
TITLE: Gift
PAIRING: Mulder/Krycek
RATING: PG-13 for bad language
SUMMARY: an early X'mas gift...sorta. and a crack!fic. for raietta.
Immobility was making Mulder uneasy. His back was aching and his shoulders were numb, and most of all he found it hard to breath when a fully grown male body was crashing upon his lungs and pressing him hard against the wall. He started to wonder how and why he had dumped himself into this mess.
"Asshole," Mulder tried to loose his wrists from the hand holding them in his back. "Get off me!"
Nothing happened. He signed, tried again. "Okay. I won't hit you this time, just let my hands loose okay?"
Still, his captor hold him tight.
"For Christ's sake, I'm not a fucking cushion! Give me the tips or let me go already!" He yelled irritatingly. Another alley. Another ambush. Just his luck. The only good thing about this situation was, he figured, that this particular dark filthy alley did not stink too badly this time and have no other passer-by at the moment, at 4 o'clock in the morning that was.
Time to change tactic.
"You should get a life, and start doing some normal things. Well something as normal as any scum-bag is capable of I guess. Like shooting people, selling national secrets or..."
"...No." Came the murmuring against his neck. Mulder decided his shoulder muscle must be very ticklish or tired or both and that's the reason why he was feeling a bit weak on his knees.
Not because of the voice, or those lips. Definitely not.
"Eh? What've you just said?"
There was a shake of that dark-haired head buried in his neck and this time Mulder thought he heard something akin to "Yournotcushion".
"What? You called me 3 am in the morning talking about Apocalypse and ailens and got me here in this dumb place just so you could take a nap against my shoulder? If that's your master plan for world conquring, you must be either very stupid or you need to stop watching Battlestar Galactica and go find a shrink." And as a matter of fact, that made me a stupid ass too, getting here and being your standing personal pillow and all.
All he got was having his legs separated even more wider than before, his crotch painfully tripped in his pants and the leather covering legs of his captor's. Mulder took a shaky breath and closed his eyes and willed himself with everything he holds dear to not to mourn loudly into the night until he felt a hand slowly descending to his hips.
I should have killed him years ago! Or better, let Skinner shoot him for real!
"...I want a teddy..."
"Wha...What the fuck are you talking about?"
"...For my Christmas gift."
Mulder was busy cursing every deity on earth and outer space when he found himself looking straightly into the eyes of his captor and this time the silky voice was spoken against his own lips, and he kept very still.
No I'm not falling for this, no I'm not going to listen to him, and for god's sack stand straight! I'm not gonna let this fucker do this to me!
But his ears defied him cheerfully.
"I don't want roses, or that new WSG handgun. This year I want a teddy bear.”
Fucker! Stupid ass! What is he thinking? That I'll gonna buy him a gift? A teddy bear even? What? Like I'm not crazy enough and Scully hasn't shot me before? Fucking stupid double crossing ratbas...
His captor did something funny to his earlobe. In fact, he was licking Mulder's right ear. And the battle was lost.
"Okay." This time not only his mind betrayed him, his lips were also moving automatically.
"Fine. I'll buy you a fucking teddy bear!"
Oh the humiliation. I really should shoot myself someday.
At the end, Krycek's smirk was every bit as beautiful and evil as Mulder had imagined.
-End-
So. Yes. I'm gonna post more often here. And yes. I'll even try to finish all those stories I've started but never finished. (Imagine that...)
For you, sweetie. (And I'm still going to get you a gift.)
TITLE: Gift
PAIRING: Mulder/Krycek
RATING: PG-13 for bad language
SUMMARY: an early X'mas gift...sorta. and a crack!fic. for raietta.
Immobility was making Mulder uneasy. His back was aching and his shoulders were numb, and most of all he found it hard to breath when a fully grown male body was crashing upon his lungs and pressing him hard against the wall. He started to wonder how and why he had dumped himself into this mess.
"Asshole," Mulder tried to loose his wrists from the hand holding them in his back. "Get off me!"
Nothing happened. He signed, tried again. "Okay. I won't hit you this time, just let my hands loose okay?"
Still, his captor hold him tight.
"For Christ's sake, I'm not a fucking cushion! Give me the tips or let me go already!" He yelled irritatingly. Another alley. Another ambush. Just his luck. The only good thing about this situation was, he figured, that this particular dark filthy alley did not stink too badly this time and have no other passer-by at the moment, at 4 o'clock in the morning that was.
Time to change tactic.
"You should get a life, and start doing some normal things. Well something as normal as any scum-bag is capable of I guess. Like shooting people, selling national secrets or..."
"...No." Came the murmuring against his neck. Mulder decided his shoulder muscle must be very ticklish or tired or both and that's the reason why he was feeling a bit weak on his knees.
Not because of the voice, or those lips. Definitely not.
"Eh? What've you just said?"
There was a shake of that dark-haired head buried in his neck and this time Mulder thought he heard something akin to "Yournotcushion".
"What? You called me 3 am in the morning talking about Apocalypse and ailens and got me here in this dumb place just so you could take a nap against my shoulder? If that's your master plan for world conquring, you must be either very stupid or you need to stop watching Battlestar Galactica and go find a shrink." And as a matter of fact, that made me a stupid ass too, getting here and being your standing personal pillow and all.
All he got was having his legs separated even more wider than before, his crotch painfully tripped in his pants and the leather covering legs of his captor's. Mulder took a shaky breath and closed his eyes and willed himself with everything he holds dear to not to mourn loudly into the night until he felt a hand slowly descending to his hips.
I should have killed him years ago! Or better, let Skinner shoot him for real!
"...I want a teddy..."
"Wha...What the fuck are you talking about?"
"...For my Christmas gift."
Mulder was busy cursing every deity on earth and outer space when he found himself looking straightly into the eyes of his captor and this time the silky voice was spoken against his own lips, and he kept very still.
No I'm not falling for this, no I'm not going to listen to him, and for god's sack stand straight! I'm not gonna let this fucker do this to me!
But his ears defied him cheerfully.
"I don't want roses, or that new WSG handgun. This year I want a teddy bear.”
Fucker! Stupid ass! What is he thinking? That I'll gonna buy him a gift? A teddy bear even? What? Like I'm not crazy enough and Scully hasn't shot me before? Fucking stupid double crossing ratbas...
His captor did something funny to his earlobe. In fact, he was licking Mulder's right ear. And the battle was lost.
"Okay." This time not only his mind betrayed him, his lips were also moving automatically.
"Fine. I'll buy you a fucking teddy bear!"
Oh the humiliation. I really should shoot myself someday.
At the end, Krycek's smirk was every bit as beautiful and evil as Mulder had imagined.
-End-