PAIN AND PLEASURE

by Sara Lynn

 

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SPOILER WARNING: Definite Tunguska illusions. Takes place in-between scenes.

RATING: Not for children under 17

CONTENT WARNING/CLASSIFICATION: S, weird MSR -- so be warned

SUMMARY: What happens to Alex Krycek when he is taken to Skinner’s apartment

DISCLAIMER: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Walter Skinner and Alex Krycek are owned by Chris Carter and 20th Century Fox, and are half David Duchovny, Gillian Anderson, Mitch Pileggi and Nicholas Lea who are the ones to give the characters life.

 

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Who would want to see him at this time of night? Not that Walter Skinner wasn't already awake. It was only 11 PM. The knock on his door had caught his attention in the silence of the apartment. Who would it be? Only a handful of people knew where he had moved. Sharon wouldn’t knock. Besides, she was out visiting relatives and wouldn’t be home for a while. Boy did he know it. At least five weeks now.

Let’s see. His family knew. Personnel knew. Any agents? Only Mulder and Scully just because they had helped him moved in. Why would they need him at 11 PM? Walter pulled on the slacks he had wore during the day and started down the staircase for the door.

"Who is it?"

"I need to speak with you sir." Damn it. What did Mulder need at this hour? It wasn’t a social call. If the insomniac agent needed company, he had Scully. That’s what she was for. Maybe that was the reason he had the bouts with insomnia . . . Walter scolded himself for thinking such a thought. Tonight all his thoughts seemed turned back to sex.

Skinner pulled back the door to see both agents standing before him. Scully was leaning on the doorjamb strangely. She looked like Mulder had been running her around all day chasing aliens. Mulder looked prepared for anything. "What is it, Agent Mulder?"

"I need you authorization to provide a safe house."

"A safe house for whom?" Mulder didn’t answer just yet. He reached over and pulled a man toward him. He was about Mulder’s height. The militia clothes looked like dozens he had see many times before. His face was blocked by the bill on the cap.

"This man has information about extreme right militia that could save lives of innocent Americans." Mulder’s face was smug as the handcuffed man beside him lifted his head and realization crossed Walter Skinner’s. Alex Krycek. That little son of a bitch assaulted him for the DAT tape. The asshole killed Mulder’s father. The little motherfucker killed Melissa Scully. He was a thorn it all their asses and Mulder knew what Skinner would do if he ever got his hands on that little . . .

Skinner didn’t need to ask. Mulder could tell what he wanted to do. That was exactly what Mulder had been hoping. Scully turned to stand next to Mulder and shared the smug smile. She was a bit more feminine in her actions and looked like she wouldn’t mind a little revenge herself.

Skinner looked back at the agents with the identical smugness. This might be therapeutic. "He’ll be safe here."

Scully stepped in as Skinner moved out of the way. Mulder pushed Krycek into the darkened apartment. Alex looked around at the plush penthouse when it came out of nowhere.

From behind his left shoulder, he could hear a slight creaking of the door being shut. Then came the fist from the right. Straight into his stomach. "Relatively safe."

Krycek fell forward. He wanted to clutch his stomach. Damn, that hurt. Skinner had taken hold on him by the scruff of his neck and helped him up as Scully came in front of him. She glanced quickly at her boss before firmly raising her knee into his groin. That was worst.

Mulder leaned back on the door and smiled. Open season on Krycek.

His boss was ready to throw him off the balcony. His partner was about to pull out her gun and make him a sorry little bastard. After everything he did to her, he deserved it. The knee in his crotch was enough to knock the wind out of him. A few more minutes and he passed out on the floor.

Scully looked down at Krycek’s body. Her logical side had left her and she was driven by pure emotion. It felt so good. Her hair was beginning to stick to her face and her white blouse was dotted with Krycek’s blood.

"Agent Scully. . ." No, Not in front of Skinner. She had lost it completely in front of Skinner. "Go in the bathroom and wash out that blouse. I’ll let you borrow a shirt to wear home."

Scully just nodded as she moved to the bathroom. Skinner left as well to get Scully a shirt. Mulder was left in the dark living room with Krycek. He wanted to kick the man for good measure, but he knew his Scully was in the bathroom with barely anything on. He moved fluidly toward the door and pushed it open. Thank god it wasn’t locked.

Krycek knew he was bleeding. He could taste it in his mouth. He wanted to get up. His hands would be able to. . . shit, the cuffs still bound his hands together. Now he knew where his was. Skinner’s apartment. Mulder brought him here. He knew what would happen. The asshole was going to pay for setting him up. The thought would have been promising, but instead all he could think off was the soft moans he heard coming from thirty feet away.

Scully had submerged the blouse in the cold water when she felt the hands on her shoulders. Mulder. Well, he had seen her like this before, it wasn’t that big of a deal. "Mulder, I can’t believe I lost it. . ."

"I can. You were. . . completely sexy." His mouth came down on her shoulder. She straightened her back right away. This was not a good idea. They were not in the safety of their homes or some remote motel. This was Skinner’s apartment. Their boss’s home.

"Mulder, we can’t. . ." Scully tried to move away. He turned her around and looked her over.

"What was that fantasy you were telling me about the other night? On top of Skinner’s desk?"

"That was a reaction to that crack you made about me being too predictable. I wasn’t serious."

"Well I am. . ." Mulder’s mouth clamped onto Scully’s. He loved it when she went coy like this. The risk of being found was a turn-on. She pushed him back and leaned against the counter. Little did she realize she was in full line of sight to those in the living room.

Krycek turned and was able to sit up. He saw Dana Scully. Her white lace bra and deep blue skirt. Mulder was sure missing out. Her small hand reached inward and soon the bra was discarded. Her firm round breasts were floating on her body. Alex had to shift to accommodate his erection. His ears barely caught the footsteps behind him as he saw Mulder come into the picture. His hands were groping at her breasts and his mouth was attacking hers. He reached down and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs, of their own volition, wrapped around his waist.

Alex felt the shadow of the AD on his back as he watched. His eyes flipped up to see the older man watching as well. The look on his face was blank. The only way Alex knew he was alive was the powerful groan that came from his throat.

Scully opened her eyes. They were watching her. She hit Mulder’s shoulder, trying to get his attention. He turned his head and saw the men in the dark room. Mulder moved away from the topless Scully. She vainly tried to cover herself up.

Mulder grabbed her roughly around the shoulders and pushed her into the living room. Skinner leaned back and turned on the dimmed lights. Scully wasn’t sure what she was doing.

Scully was only the bait. Mulder yanked Krycek up again and shook him violently. "You son of a bitch. You get off on watching others suffer." Alex’s eyes looked over Mulder’s shoulder. Mulder noticed and used it to his advantage. "She’s pretty, isn’t she? A nice little fuck, huh?" Mulder looked back, nodding slightly to the woman behind him. Scully stood straight and proud. She dropped her hands, revealing the perfection of her topless, petite body.

She pushed Mulder aside and stood in front of Krycek. Her fingers were carefully tracing the waist of his jeans as they managed to get the zipper down. He had an idea what she was planing. His eyes shut and she dropped to her knees and began working on his hardened cock. The man swore he was in heaven, forgetting the two men also in the room.

Her lips were tight as they worked the head. No teeth, Mulder taught her well. Her hands were pushing the material of his jeans down. He let out a sigh, not sure what else to do. Suddenly he felt the smash come from behind, knocking him to the floor.

Time elapsed. Alex could just feel it. He was on his stomach. His hands were over his head, handcuffed to something. He opened his eyes slowly. Wherever he was, it was not in the same room he was in before. In fact he was no longer in any room. The cold air of outside made his naked buttocks shiver.

"Agent Scully. . ." Dana was still kneeling on the floor with Skinner called her name. She suddenly began completely self-conscious and tried to cover herself up. Mulder knelt down and lifted her up in his arms.

She did that. . . to Krycek. Disgusting.

Scully was all Skinner could see. Her breasts were free, bobbing up and down as she took the dick in her mouth. So what if it was Krycek? She hated him. She knew he was there when her sister was killed, mostly likely he was the one that shot her. If she was willing to do that to a man she so despised, what would she do to a man she respected?

Mulder was not willing to let Scully be shy in front of their boss. He turned her around, holding her arms back. She was exposed, her nipples hard. As Skinner removed his pants, she learned that he was as well. He leaned over her tiny frame kissing her mouth roughly. His hands were grabbing for her body.

Dana didn’t know why this turned her on so. She was cheating of Fox right in front of him. The two men, her superiors, were sandwiching her between their hard bodies. She pulled herself away from the AD. Her eyes slightly wide and she didn’t know what to make of it. "Sir?"

Skinner looked up at Mulder. "You’ll have to excuse me, Agent Scully. I needed to know what a lucky man Mulder was."

Dana looked up at Fox, who didn’t let his surprise show. "Very lucky man, sir." Fox’s hand turned Dana’s face to his. He kissed her lips, looking back up at his boss. Dana turned her neck slightly to see his face as well. From beneath his blanketed face the words just tumbled out.

"You know that your personal relationship would warrant a separation, and automatic shut-down of the X-files." Dana had to turn away. She had warned Fox. Those words were practically verbatim of what she had said.

Mulder looked down at his lover. She was cowering in his arms and only one thought went through his blood-deficient mind. "Sir, What can we do to prevent that? We’ll do anything."

Skinner looked back at the man unconscious and handcuffed on his balcony. Suffering seemed to be a theme tonight. . . and he knew what would make Alex Krycek suffer. "Agent Mulder, take Agent Scully upstairs and strip."

"Excuse me?!" They said in unison.

"Go upstairs to the master bedroom, strip down to nothing and go for it. I’ll join you in a minute." Skinner did not let either reply, starting toward the balcony instead.

Dana looked back at Mulder for some clue as to what had just happened. He just shrugged and picked her up in his arms.

Krycek heard the foot steps come closer. He dropped his head, waiting for whomever it was to take him inside. No need to incite the fury of one FBI agent, when he could take them all on. Alex felt someone grab his shoulder and drag him into the room. Thank god.

When Alex finally felt his body stop, he heard the groaning and the stench of sex seemed rampant. His eyes, tiny slits so no one could see, focused on the couple writhing together on the bed. The males hand were all over the woman’s lower back. The woman’s red hair was swinging wildly as her head tossed back in cries as her male companion kissed and nibbled her neck.

Alex felt the jolt open his eyes before he was dropped to the floor. A rough hand pulled his to his feet. With eyes wide open, he could see the couple on the bed had stopped and were staring at him. Scully was pressed against Mulder’s chest. His hand had moved up to her shoulders and hugged her close. Skinner was behind him, aroused and pressed close to his buttocks.

The feeling of another man pressed against him brought the bile to his mouth. He was no stranger to the feeling of flesh pressed to him in this manner, but his ritual incarceration with the militia prior to this had disgusted him. Every man took their turn, prodding him, leaving him with an empty feeling he had never truly experienced with any man before.

"Dana honey," the renascent voice of Mulder’s echo through the room, gathering the attention of everybody. "Dana, do you know what you do to Mr. Krycek over there. . ."

Alex’s face were livid. He had told Mulder his secret in hopes to gain his confidence. If Skinner’s apartment was bugged, *They* would know his weakness.

Scully moved off of Mulder and turned around to take him from behind. Alex knew what she was doing. A few women in his life had tried the same thing, never with the same reaction. He was actually aroused by this woman.

"I thought you said he was gay?" She whispered, knowing the other men could hear here.

Skinner released Krycek at her statement. He had not been aware of his position with the man until that point. Alex noticed his hands were still bound but it didn’t matter. He was able to moved close enough to be near Scully.

"I am, Agent Scully. I take it Fox told you of our encounters during our tenure together. He was needy when he was away from you. I helped him through it, but he still didn’t trust me. He talked circles about your sexual encounters, and I told him of the attraction I felt when I met you. You are a beautiful woman. I could not compare." Alex moved in close enough and kissed her cheek.

Dana felt his lips touch her cheek and her eyes fluttered at the touch.

"Alex was the one that showed me how perfect your mouth could get wrapped around someone’s cock." Mulder whispered to Dana, close to her ear. "You have him to thank for your lessons." Alex chuckled, knowing from the moment Scully had him in her mouth that it was his style.

"Dana, would you let me watch you and Alex together? That would be such a turn on." Dana nodded inpercepitively. "Would you blow him?" She nodded again. Mulder nodded to Skinner to unlock the handcuffs.

Alex stood still waiting, unknowing that he was about to be jerked back and hand cuffed to the wrought-iron bedpost. The bastards set him up. Scully looked away as Skinner brought his head to meet the metal. Something had changed. She was actually feeling sorry for him.

Mulder reached up and gripped Dana’s breast. The pain being inflicted on Krycek was arousing to Mulder and he did not realize how Dana was being hurt as well by these actions. He continued to move in and out of her and she could not stop the reaction her position force upon her. She refused to look at a hurt Krycek or Skinner, whose hand was beginning to stroke his length in an attempt to relieve his own tension, so she just closed her eyes and bit her lip.

Alex picked up his head and his eyes connected with Dana. She had tears escaping the corners of her eyes and seemed to be mouthing the words "I’m sorry". Mulder’s body was reckless as it abandon feelings of love for the woman for the sheer relief. Dana did not like it, but could do nothing to stop it. She was being ravaged and her body couldn’t tell whether is was pain or pleasure. All she could feel was the swelling and final release as Mulder came into her body. They fell to the bed, Mulder’s scream and Scully’s sob were indications of climax to Alex, who looked away so not to watch the pain on Dana’s face. He did care for her and she was the only woman that had ever turned him on. Her violation by someone so beloved to her made him want to cry.

Skinner had disappeared. The fastidious pace Mulder was going at had tired him out. Dana laid next to the sleeping Mulder, but had a full view of Krycek. He had let the sleep overcome him even in his position. Dana slipped out from under the comforter. She looked back at her lover and wanted to cry. It was not the first time he had been rough, but the need to hurt Alex through her was never the reason. There was no motive in his actions and felt less than the love-making she was use to with him.

She walked silently to the half-wall railing and looked down to the living room. Covered by a white afghan, Skinner slept. He looked peaceful Dana concluded. As she turned back, she saw Alex looking up at her, his head hung so not to be noticed. Dana sighed and walked toward the bathroom knowing Alex’s eyes were on her. She emerged wrapped in a white bathrobe, holding a towel to wrapped around Alex.

She uncuffed him from the bedpost and walked away. Alex watched as she moved away and then turned around. Her fingers called him out to the balcony. She stood overlooking the street below as Alex walked up behind her. "I’m sorry they did that."

"Dana. . . Mulder was not lying when he say those things about me. I. . . have a lot to answer for. Some you will probably decide to throw me off the balcony for. I was the one that stole the DAT tape from Skinner. I was hired to eliminate Mulder’s father. . . and you." Alex backed away knowing what was coming next. "I mistook your sister for you. It was business, but in the back of my mind I was glad it wasn’t you." Alex stopped looking up at Dana. She continued to stare over the railing. Her breathing hitched and he realized she was crying.

"I needed to tell you the truth. When you began feeling sorry for me back there, it brought out the memories of what I’ve done. I can’t let you feel sympathy for a rat like me. Dana, I’ve never felt that you owed me anything." Alex backed into the bedroom and stood over Mulder’s body. He was actually asleep. When Mulder had fallen asleep in Alex’s arms, he awoke hours later to the pain of his nightmares. Dana, however, made these nightmares disappear and he slept soundly without a care to the outside world.

Alex looked back at Dana, who had come inside to watch him. She had her arms crossed over her breasts and seemed to be thinking. "Alex, Get dressed." She said bluntly.

Alex did not question her and went to were his clothes had been. He noticed the shadow watching him from the stairs as he fastened his jeans together. Dana. He straightened up and waited. She was going to do something. . . and he wouldn’t hold it against her.

Dana walked quietly past Skinner and opened the balcony door. Alex hesitated before he walked out. He watched as she motioned to kneel down and locked the handcuffed wrist around the railing.

"You and Mulder should go home. Skinner will dismiss this whole incident as dream and forget what he saw you two doing. He’ll split you up, no matter what he said. Go home. Perhaps Fox will be willing to make this up to you. . ." Alex’s voice lost sound at the thought.

Scully said nothing. She turned back and went to wake Fox. They needed to leave this house and fast.

When the sun finally made it’s appearance, Alex heard the sound of groaning and a thump as Skinner woke up. Light curses followed and then silence. Alex closed his eyes and tried to sleep. There was no telling what would happen in the next day, but he would be rested and ready.

 

THE END