Title: Body Talk
Author: Satina
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: M/K
Summary: Mulder's body makes a request.
Notes: Written in September 2004 for my sweet Shan's birthday and never posted
Mulder slumped down into his couch, remote in one hand, Doritos in the other. He tossed a couple into his mouth and chewed, sighing.
“Hey. Mulder Brain.”
He shot up on the couch, whipping his head side to side. “Who said that? Who’s there?”
“It’s me, your body,” said the voice.
Mulder got to his feet, tossing the remote on the leather and wiping the Dorito cheese on his jeans quickly. “Identify yourself!” he yelled, reaching for the gun on the coffee table. “I’m armed!”
The voice, which he noticed did, indeed, sound a lot like his own, laughed. “Yeah, we know,” it said, then Mulder cried out as both of his arms rose up in front of him. “It’s your body, Mulder Brain,” said the voice. And his left hand, the one not holding the gun, thankfully, slapped him lightly across the face.
“Wha-thefuck?” Mulder cried out, stumbling back.
“Let’s just sit down and talk,” said the voice. And before Mulder could even make a decision whether or not to do so, he found himself walking over to the couch and turning, then falling back into it softly. “Relax, Mulder Brain,” said the voice. “We just wanna talk.”
Mulder let out a deep sigh, then swallowed. “What about?” he said out loud to his empty apartment sheepishly.
“We have a request,” stated the Mulder Voice in his head calmly.
“What, no more Doritos?” frowned Mulder, looking over at the half-empty bag.
“Well, we’ve made ourselves clear on how long we’ll put up with that in our systems,” said the voice vaguely. “But no. That’s not what we’re talking about.”
“Who’s we?” asked Mulder. “I’ve only got one body.” He looked around the apartment, wondering when the men with butterfly nets would jump out and restrain him.
“One body with many parts,” said the voice. “And you’re not crazy, Mulder Brain. Well,” it amended. “No crazier than you ever were.”
“Great, my own body thinks I’m insane,” Mulder muttered. “So what do you want, then?”
“We want to talk to you about the Alex Krycek body.”
“What about it?” said Mulder angrily, as if offended by even having to think about Alex Krycek on his off-time.
“We’d like to touch it,” said the Mulder Voice in his head.
“Whaddya mean touch it?” said Mulder, blinking. “Hit it?”
“Mmm…well, we agree that hitting him is better than not touching him at all,” said the voice. “But we’re tired of making do.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Mulder yelled.
“We want to touch him,” said the voice. “We want to…stroke him. Grasp him. Squeeze him. Rub up against him. Taste him…”
“No, you don’t!” yelled Mulder, jumping up off the couch as if he could get away from his own body.
“Ohhhh yes we do,” said the voice calmly.
“You’re just…” Mulder said, clenching his jaw. “You’ve been working too hard and you’re tired.”
“Tired of waiting,” said the voice a little impatiently. “This is what we want, Mulder Brain. Now, we realize this is a little hard for you to comprehend…”
“Hard?” snapped Mulder, looking around the apartment for someone to yell at. “He killed my father! He’s a lying bastard! A murderer! We can’t trust him! What the hell’s the matter with you?”
“See, here’s where you’re not following,” said the voice calmly. “You, Mulder Brain, don’t have to trust the Alex Krycek body in order to let us touch it.”
Mulder’s lips parted and he blinked into the flickering darkness, TV droning in the background.
“We just want to touch him,” repeated the voice gently, as if talking to a child. “Just stroke him and rub him and grab him and…”
“I get the idea!” yelled Mulder, raking his hand through his hair. “Jesus!”
“We have a plan,” the voice stated.
Mulder laughed into the emptiness. “Well, it’d better be good, because I don’t think Krycek’s going to be all that cooperative.”
“Not at first,” agreed the Mulder Body Voice. “The Alex Krycek Mind is even more reluctant about this than you are. But we’ve talked to the Alex Krycek Body, and it’s fully on board with the idea.”
“Oh really,” said Mulder, frowning.
“Oh yeah,” said the voice. “It’s going to help us. It always does. But we will have to deal with the Alex Krycek Brain’s resistance a little bit at first.”
“And how do we do that?” asked Mulder, lifting his chin curiously.
“We just have to get the gasp.”
“What?”
“The gasp,” the voice explained. “The Alex Krycek Body will give us a sign when resitance has been overcome and we can proceed with the rest of our plan. We listen for the gasp. Once we get the gasp, the Alex Krycek Body is allllll ours.”
Mulder sighed, shaking his head. “And until then?”
“Well, we might have to inflict a little…force on the Alex Krycek Body. Again, we’ve talked to it, and it’s more than willing.”
Mulder couldn’t help but smirk. “More than willing?”
“Yes, it’s perfectly all right with being forcibly subdued in order to overcome the very adamant resistance of the Alex Krycek Brain in order for us to both meet our objectives.”
“Objectives, plural?” asked Mulder.
“Yes,” said the voice. “The Alex Krycek Body’s objective is to be touched.”
Mulder’s brows arched.
“So here’s the plan,” said the voice, sounding excited. “Alex Krycek is coming over here later tonight…”
“What?” said Mulder, looking around frantically.
“In a little under two hours,” the voice went on calmly.
“How do you know this?” said Mulder, still looking around his apartment.
“The Body knows what’s going to happen about two weeks in advance,” explained the voice. “Sometimes more. Plus, like I said, we’ve talked to the Alex Krycek Body.”
Mulder let out a long sigh, still unable to keep his eyes from darting around. He tightened his grip on the gun he’d never put down.
“The Alex Krycek Brain is even more paranoid and frightened than you, Mulder Brain,” said the voice.
“Hey!” said Mulder, frowning.
The voice ignored him. “He trusts us even less than you trust him.”
“So why is he coming over here, then?” Mulder asked.
“The Alex Krycek Brain believes you’re not home,” said the voice. “And it wants a file we’ve recently come into possession of.”
“The Herman Drake case,” said Mulder, eyes narrowing. “I knew I was onto something.”
“Yeah, that’s the one. Anyway, he wants it.”
“Well he can’t have it!” Mulder protested, his lower lip protruding slightly. “I risked my ass to get that file!”
“We’re well aware of that,” said Mulder’s Body dryly. “In fact, we think you owe us.”
“Owe you?”
“Yes. We performed your required physical tasks admirably, and now we’d like to be compensated.”
“With Alex Krycek’s Body.”
“Mmmhmmm.”
Mulder sighed, wiping his hand over his face. “And if I don’t want to do this?”
“You do, Mulder Brain. You won’t believe the endorphin rush we can give you.”
Mulder looked side to side. “Really?” he asked quietly.
“You have no idea,” said Mulder’s Body in a breathy voice. “Just give us…five minutes.”
“Five minutes of what?” Mulder asked skeptically.
“Control,” answered the voice. “Five minutes where you stop thinking and just…feeeeeeeel.”
Mulder breathed in and out. “Isn’t this kind of dangerous?”
“The Alex Krycek Body is of far less danger to you than the Alex Krycek Brain,” answered the voice. “And the good part is, once you give the Body what it and we want, you’ll have a much better chance of subduing the brain, as well. Men are easy that way.”
Mulder rolled his eyes but silently acknowledged the truth of the statement with a small nod.
“All right, what do we do?”
He felt a wicked smile stretch his lips as the voice replied. “He’s going to come in through the door and head back to the bedroom. We’re going to hide in the bathroom and when he passes, we’re going to jump him and grab him around the neck, pressing our groin up against his full, firm buttocks, and…oh yeah, that’s gonna be good…”
“Stay with me here,” said Mulder, frowning.
“Sorry,” said the Body. “Anyway, he won’t fight us in any serious way, because only his Brain will be resistant to the position. His Body’s all for it.”
“Then what?” asked Mulder, feeling a little breathless.
“Press the gun into his right side with our left arm around his throat and just thrust in a little…”
“That’s going to help subdue him?” asked Mulder.
“Ohhhh yeah,” said the Body. “You’ll be amazed at how the Alex Krycek Body responds so much better to us than to you.”
Mulder scowled, a bit offended.
“Then you disarm him. His gun will be tucked into the back of his jeans. He’ll have a knife, too, but we’ve nothing to fear from that. Even the gun’s just for show with us.”
“Yeah right,” said Mulder. “I thought we agreed we couldn’t trust him!”
“We can’t,” said the Body. “But he won’t hurt us unless his hand is forced. His Body and even his Brain don’t want that. Once you disarm him, let us take over.”
“What, just…stop thinking?”
“Yep,” said the Body. “Sit back and enjoy the ride.”
“I don’t have to…”
“Nope. Leave it to us. Give us the controls, just this once, and simply experience the results. You will not be disappointed, Mulder Brain.”
“I don’t know if I can just stop hating him and let you…us…touch him,” said Mulder doubtfully.
The voice in his head chuckled. “Five minutes, Mulder Brain. That’s all we ask. Then you won’t even want to interfere, we promise.”
Mulder sighed, his heart pounding. A feeling of warm pleasure washed through his groin and his dick swelled.
“Are we gonna…fuck him?” asked Mulder breathlessly.
“Oh God,” gasped the Mulder Body, and Mulder’s cock hardened painfully. “What do you think?” the voice breathed.
Mulder’s eyes fluttered closed.
“The Mulder Cock has multiple requests, actually,” said the voice carefully.
“Mmm,” said Mulder, a little incoherently.
“It would like to experience the Alex Krycek Mouth, Hands, and Ass. It’s kind of greedy that way,” said the voice. “It’s probably going to take over as soon as it can. It’s also extremely bossy.”
“Oh,” breathed Mulder, head filled with imagery that made him throb. The Mulder Cock was already taking over, diverting blood flow.
“The Mulder Hands are quite adamant, too, however,” said the voice. “They want to experience every part of the Alex Krycek Body that they can before the Mulder Cock takes over the whole operation. And of course there’s the Mulder Mouth.”
Mulder licked his lips, unconsciously caressing his gun.
“It wants to taste the Alex Krycek Body,” said the voice with a smack of its psychic lips. “The Mouth, the Neck, the…oh yeah, the Nipples…and of course, the Alex Krycek Cock.”
“I…I don’t…”
“Yes you do.”
“Well…” Mulder swallowed. “Are we gonna…tie him up or something? To get all this?”
Again the Mulder Body laughed. “Just give us five minutes,” it said again. “And listen for the gasp.”
Mulder sighed a shuddering sigh, nodding. “Guess I’ll go take a shower,” he said, walking over to the bathroom. “And try to keep the Mulder Hands off the Mulder Cock while I do it.”
“Yes,” said the Body reluctantly with an inner sigh. “It’s best if you, Mulder Brain, stay in control until we get the gasp. This is a team effort.”
Mulder nodded and went into the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower and then drying himself off.
“How long til he gets here?” he asked his bathroom mirror.
“Forty minutes,” the voice answered a little breathlessly. “Put on the old, ripped Levi’s and the soft, black turtleneck.”
“I suppose that would be comfortable,” said Mulder, nodding as he fixed his hair.
“And it will help get us the gasp,” said the voice, and Mulder could hear the smile as well as feel it curve his lips.
He turned off the TV and lights and paced, smoothing down his turtleneck and raking his hands through his hair, until the voice in his head said, “He’s coming!”
Mulder let out an exhale, gripping his gun and ducking into the bathroom. Sure enough, less than three minutes later, he heard the soft sounds of his lock being picked and the door swinging open. He listened in the darkness to the soft, careful footfalls, and braced himself as they came nearer.
“Now!” said the excited voice in his head, and his body propelled itself through the bathroom door, wrapping its left arm around the neck of the body in front of it, shoving the gun into its side with its right.
“Freeze, Krycek!” said Mulder as Krycek’s arms shot up to pull at the arm at his throat. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment?”
“Get his gun!” said Mulder’s Body breathlessly, even as his hips shoved themselves forward against Krycek’s ass, driving a grunt from Mulder’s throat.
Mulder slid his arm from around Krycek’s throat to his back, under his leather jacket, wrenching the gun free and tossing it across the floor. He doubled over with an ‘oof’ as Krycek’s elbow drove backward into his gut.
“What the fuck?” Mulder yelled, coughing.
“We told you he was paranoid!” said the Body. “Shove him up against the wall, fast!”
Krycek was in the process of trying to turn around when Mulder grabbed the arm that had just impacted with his gut and twisted it up behind him, spinning them both around and smashing Krycek up against the wall beside the bathroom face first.
“Ahh!” Krycek grunted, struggling against the hold.
“Now what?” Mulder panted, his stomach still throbbing, his muscles taxed with the effort of keeping Krycek’s bigger, stronger arm bent up behind his back.
“Whaddya mean, now what?” gasped Krycek, writhing.
“Shut up!” yelled Mulder, digging into Krycek’s ribs with the gun. “And hold still!” He gave Krycek’s arm a yank for punctuation and Krycek stilled, breathing hard and fast. Mulder realized his groin was flush up against Krycek’s ass and he pressed in a little harder. “Ohhh yeah,” sighed Mulder’s Body through Mulder’s Lips, totally usurping the Mulder Brain’s control over speech.
Krycek became even more still, breathing loud.
Mulder’s hips surged in again, and Mulder groaned and leaned in against Krycek’s neck, putting pressure on the restrained arm.
“Ah!” Krycek cried out softly, and Mulder’s Arm immediately loosened its hold a bit, letting the arm relax sightly. Mulder’s Hips began to pulse, Mulder’s Eyes fluttering closed as he panted against Krycek’s neck.
Krycek gasped, his head falling back.
“Oh yeah,” moaned Mulder’s Mouth, his Hand tossing the gun to the side and sliding around to the front of Krycek’s Abdomen, stroking and grasping.
“Oh God,” gasped Krycek’s Mouth, his entire Body going lax in Mulder’s hold.
Mulder’s Hand tugged at Krycek’s T-shirt, pulling it out of his jeans, then quickly slid up the front of his Body, making it buck against him.
“Jesus,” muttered Mulder’s Mouth, then it fastened itself to the side of Krycek’s Neck with a groan, sucking and licking and biting.
“Ahh!” Krycek’s Mouth cried out, Krycek’s Head falling to the side to make more room for Mulder’s hungry Mouth.
Mulder’s Mouth latched on harder as Mulder’s Fingers felt around and pinched Krycek’s Nipple, making the whole Krycek Body jump and shiver. Mulder’s Fingers pulled, pinched and twisted Krycek’s Nipple as Mulder’s Cock was rubbed firmly against Krycek’s Ass and Mulder’s Lips and Tongue and Teeth devoured Krycek’s neck.
“Want your…fucking…mouth on me…” muttered Mulder’s Mouth into Krycek’s neck, Mulder’s hips punctuating the demand with urgent thrusts.
“OhGodYeah,” gasped Krycek’s Mouth, and the Krycek Body began twisting out of the Mulder Body’s grasp, the Krycek Arm rather suprisingly easily getting itself loose from Mulder’s Hand, the Krycek Body quickly turning and falling to its Knees, the Krycek Mouth moaning.
The Mulder Body didn’t fight the Krycek Body’s escape, simply letting it get free and then stepping back a bit to give it room to kneel. The Mulder Hips surged forward, completely under the control of the Mulder Cock.
“Grab something and hold on,” growled the voice in Mulder’s head, as the Krycek Hands fumbled at Mulder’s fly, quickly ripping it open and tugging the jeans down enough to reach in and grab the Mulder Cock.
“Ahhh!” yelled the Mulder Mouth as the Mulder Cock was gripped firmly in the strong, warm, slightly calloused Krycek hand.
“Oh God,” moaned the Krycek Mouth as the Krycek Lips were pressed immediately against the velvety head. The Krycek Tongue slid out and began eagerly licking as the Mouth opened wider, beginnining to suck the length of the Mulder Cock inside.
“Uhh! Nnn!” Grunted the Mulder Mouth incoherently, not being given even enough control to form words, all of it being completely usurped by the Mulder Cock. The Mulder Hands reached down and one grabbed the right Krycek Shoulder as the other gripped the short, dark Krycek Hair tightly.
“Mmmmm,” moaned the Krycek Mouth against the Mulder Cock, the Krycek Hands bracing themselves on the Mulder Thighs as the Krycek Head began to bob forward and back, fucking the Mulder Cock with the Krycek Mouth.
“Oh Ggggggod,” gasped the Mulder Mouth as the Mulder Cock slid deeper and deeper into the hot, wet, welcoming heaven of the Krycek Mouth. “Oh God yeah!” The Mulder Hips began to thrust, driving the Mulder Cock even deeper.
The Krycek Throat gagged slightly, but swallowed and the Krycek Head kept bobbing, the Krycek Tongue working furiously against the Mulder Cock, the Krycek Fingers digging into the hard muscles of the Mulder Thighs.
“Ohhh Ffffffffffuck!” The Mulder Mouth yelled as the Mulder Cock swelled and began to pulse hot jets of Mulder Cum down the Krycek Throat. The Mulder Hips jerked forward, driving the Mulder Groin against the Krycek Mouth as the Mulder Hands pulled the Krycek Head and Body in closer, the entire Mulder Body shuddering in ecstasy for several seconds.
Then the Mulder Cock slid out from between the still sucking Krycek Lips, over the licking Krycek Tongue, the Mulder Body collapsing onto its Knees. The Mulder Lungs gasped for air, the Mulder Eyes closed. The Mulder Ears could hear the gasping breaths of the Krycek’s Lungs trying to breathe air, and the Mulder Nose could smell Mulder Cum on Krycek’s Breath, which the whole Mulder Body seemed to find pleasing.
“Mmmm,” moaned the Mulder Mouth, and the Mulder Hands reached up and placed themselves roughly on either side of the Krycek Face, yanking it in, the Mulder Mouth opening slightly as it swooped in and took the Krycek Mouth, the Mulder Tongue ravenously stroking through it.
“Mmmm!” moaned the Krycek Mouth, the Krycek Hands taking hold of the Mulder Arms as the Krycek Tongue began moving urgently against the Mulder Tongue, both the Mulder Throat and the Krycek Throat continually attempting to moan into one another.
“Wanna taste you,” panted the Mulder Mouth, pulling away from the Krycek Mouth and placing hard, fast, wet kisses down the Krycek Neck, the Mulder Hands sliding down to the Krycek Shoulders and beginning to push back on them.
“Oh Jesus Christ!” whined the Krycek Mouth as the Krycek Body allowed itself to be pushed to the floor, the Mulder Hands hurriedly unfastening Krycek’s jeans and tugging them down the Krycek Hips as the Mulder Mouth nibbled at the Krycek Nipples through his thin cotton T-shirt.
They got the jeans down and the Krycek Cock pushed free, hard and thick and hot, and the Mulder Throat moaned as the Mulder Hands pushed the T-shirt up the Krycek Body, baring the flat, undulating Krycek Belly and the red, swollen Krycek Nipples, the Mulder Mouth quickly moving to take one of them between the Mulder Lips, the Mulder Tongue moving roughly and rapidly against it.
“Oh Fuck!” the Krycek Mouth hissed, the whole Krycek Body arching off the floor as the Mulder Mouth assailed it, the Krycek Hands coming up to rest on the Mulder Head, gripping gently but not forcing it.
The Mulder Mouth bit the Krycek Nipple then slid down the rising and falling Krycek ribs and belly, the Mulder Lips parting wetly as the Mulder Head tilted to get a good fit, lowering itself over the Krycek Groin.
“Oh Jesus, Oh God,” moaned the Krycek Mouth, the Krycek Hands tightening almost painfully in the Mulder Hair, much to the pleasure of the Mulder Head and Cock, forcing a groan from the Mulder Throat.
The Mulder Mouth opened wide, in no mood to tease or wait, and sank down over the Krycek Cock, grunting as it took it as deeply as it was able.
“AhhhhGod!” yelled the Krycek Mouth, the Krycek Hands tightening even further, driving tears of happy pain from the Mulder Eyes as the Krycek Hips shoved upward just a bit, nudging the head of the Krycek Cock against the back of the Mulder Throat.
The Mulder Throat gagged slightly, then the Mulder Mouth moved back a bit, beginning to bob itself up and down on the Krycek Cock, moaning and grunting and slurping, Mulder Drool running down the shaft of the Krycek Cock, slicking the way.
“OhhnnnGod…gonna come, Mulder!” yelled the Krycek Throat desperately, the Krycek Head slamming back into the floor with a loud smack.
“Nnngg!” said the Mulder Throat encouragingly as the Mulder Cock swelled back to full, throbbing tumescence at the sound of that voice.
“NnnnnAAahhhhh!” yelled the Krycek Throat unintelligibly as the Krycek Cock swelled and shot Krycek Cum deeply into the Mulder Mouth over and over and over.
The Mulder Lips and Tongue moved frantically, swallowing and licking at the pulsating Krycek Cock as the Krycek Body came. Then the Mulder Head drew back as the Krycek Body began to lower itself slowly back down to the floor, the Krycek Hands finally loosening their painful grip on the Mulder Hair, taking a few strands in the process, sending a delicious tingle through the Mulder Scalp. The Mulder Mouth pulled off, the Mulder Tongue licking the Mulder Lips lustily, the Mulder Lungs gasping to draw breath as the Mulder Body straightened alongside the Krycek Body, bringing the Mulder Head back up with the Krycek Head.
The Mulder Cock allowed the Krycek Body to re-oxygenate for a few moments before it took over the Mulder Body again, then the Mulder Hands grabbed the Krycek Shoulders, shoving the Krycek Body over onto its stomach roughly.
The Krycek Throat groaned, but the Krycek Body made no attempt to do anything but surrender, the Krycek Hands slapping down at either side of the Krycek Head, the Krycek Cheek pressed against the wood of the floor, the Krycek Lips still parted, helping the Krycek Lungs continue to suck air.
The Mulder Hands jerked on the Krycek jeans, tugging them impatiently down the hard, thick Krycek thighs and pushing them and the underwear down around the strong Krycek Calves. The Mulder Throat let out a guttural growl as the Mulder Hands then shoved Mulder’s jeans further down the Mulder Legs, leaving them just above the Mulder Knees. Then the drooling Mulder Mouth spit a handful of Drool and Krycek Cum into one of the Mulder Hands, which quickly slicked up as much of the long, hard Mulder Cock as it could. The Mulder Body rolled on top of the Krycek Body, the Mulder Hand gripping the Mulder Cock and guiding it between the full, round cheeks of the Krycek Ass.
“OhhhhnnnnGod!” whined the Krycek Throat, the Krycek Hips struggling to lift themselves up against the Mulder Hips. “Yeah, do it!” gasped the Krycek Mouth.
The Mulder Throat growled as the Mulder Hips shoved forward, pushing the barely-slick, long, hard Mulder Cock deeply inside the tight, hot, slightly writhing Krycek Ass.
The Mulder Throat let out a deep, loud groan of satiation as the Krycek Throat gasped out the Krycek Ass’s cry of happy pain, the Krycek Body shivering as the Mulder Cock sank into it.
The Mulder Hips immediately began thrusting, the Mulder Hands bracing the Mulder Body on either side of the Leather-jacket-covered Krycek Back. The Krycek Mouth grunted as the Mulder Cock slammed in and slid out and then slammed in again, reaming the Krycek Ass thoroughly.
The Mulder Body fucked the Krycek Body for several long, sweaty, grunting and groaning minutes, the Krycek Body moving with the Mulder Body, forcing the Mulder Cock to drive even more deeply into the Krycek Body.
“Uhhnnnn!” groaned the Mulder Throat, sounding like a dying animal, then the whole Mulder Body tensed, the Mulder Cock lodged deeply into the Krycek Body. “AhhGOD!” screamed the Mulder Body, the Mulder Eyes weeping ecstatic Mulder Tears as the the Mulder Cock spasmed out several hard, hot pulses of Mulder Cum.
The Mulder Body fell hard on top of the Krycek Body, the Mulder Cock still buried deeply inside, and the Mulder Hand shook madly as it shoved itself under the Krycek Body, grabbing hold of the again-hard Krycek Cock sloppily, jerking on it as the Mulder Mouth moaned into the Krycek ear.
The Krycek body arched off the floor as the Krycek Mouth fell open on a cry, the Mulder Hand being covered with a layer of hot, slick Krycek Cum. The Mulder Throat whined as the Mulder Cock was squeezed by each spasm.
The Mulder Hand was shakily withdrawn, flopping down onto the floor as the Mulder Lungs gasped in air, the Mulder Lips drooling slightly against the back of the Krycek Neck. The Mulder Body panted and groaned, gaining back a healthy flow of oxygen, then Mulder spoke.
“Did we miss anything?” he gasped, feeling control come back to the Mulder Brain slowly.
“Huh?” Krycek grunted.
“Nothing. Shut up,” said Mulder against the back of his head, nuzzling his lips into the Krycek Hair with a sigh. The Krycek Mouth obeyed, sighing, and both the Mulder Body and the Krycek Body sank into partial sleep for the next ten minutes, still joined together lying on the floor just outside Mulder’s bathroom.
Mulder groaned, pulling his soft cock out of Krycek’s ass rather painfully and rolling onto his back on the floor.
“Now what?” he exhaled.
“You’re asking me?” said Krycek incredulously.
“No, I’m not,” said Mulder, throwing his hand over his eyes.
“The rest is up to you, Mulder Brain,” said the Mulder Body mischeviously. “I think we both want the same thing, though, don’t we?”
Mulder smiled.
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