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The Pick-Up Artist
by Satina
sat...@hegalplace.com
Part 1
Please see part 0 (template) for warnings and summary.
Date: August 28, 2002
Archive: Ask nicely and ye shall most likely receive.
Feedback: Damn hell yes, people! Gotta have it to live!
Spoilers: This Krycek has two arms. No episode is even remotely alluded to so
put it where it feels the best. Heh.
Disclaimers: Mulder belongs to me and Krycek belongs to Mulder.
Notes: Thank you to my sweet, sexy Shannon for begging me so prettily to use this
line this way and providing some lovely imagery to work with. And thank you to
Erin for the funniest, most Mulder-ish pick-up line ever! I hope you like the way
I used it! Thank you to my priceless, wonderful David for always being my
fic-cheerleader and supporting my muse unfailingly.
Ratadder: I have NOT forgotten the story I owe you. I will write it, and soon.
My muse has needed a major kick-start again after the big MOVE, and this nasty
little ditty, plus the long M/K I'm still working on, have done the trick. You'll
get your dirty little M/Sc/K soon, luv. :-) Maybe this will help you pass the
time while waiting.
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The bouncer waved him in, and the other patrons of the club parted like an
admiring sea before him. He eyed a few of the more beautiful men disinterestedly
and made his way to the bar. He ordered a shot of Tequila and knocked it back,
licking his lips slowly and turning to lean back against the bar. He moved his
hips slightly to the song throbbing through the bar, feeling the base vibrate in
his balls. A lithe Latino boy sidled up, draping himself gracefully over the bar
to Mulder's left, looking unabashedly at the impressive bulge stretching the
lace-up crotch of Mulder's black leather pants.
"I can take care of that for ya, gorgeous," said the pretty boy in a honeydripped
whisper.
Mulder allowed one corner of his mouth to turn up and gave his head a shake 'no'.
The youth sighed and slid off the bar to try his act elsewhere. Two big, beautiful
black men with less then ten percent body fat moved in on either side of Mulder,
both of them looking him over from the tips of his heavy black motorcycle boots to
his tight, black T-shirt, and zeroing in on the crotch, accented blatantly with
the silken lace-up cords.
"What you're sellin', baby, we're buyin'," said the one on the left, licking his
lips. The other one just tilted his head, eyes drifting from Mulder's crotch to
his mouth to his crotch again while he waited for an answer.
Mulder's smile widened as he cocked an eyebrow and looked over both men
speculatively. He chewed his lip as if deliberating, then sighed. "Not tonight,
boys. I've got something else in mind."
The men left, one in a huff, the other one soothing him with nips on the ear and
tickling gropes of his perfect buttock.
Mulder leaned back into the bar, licking the Tequila from the corners of his
mouth, scanning the room. He found his target and, not taking his eyes off his
mark, pushed away from the counter and started walking purposefully through the
throng of undulating men. He didn't slow down until he was standing right in
front of three guys, two blondes on either side of a pretty brunette, both of them
stroking their hands up and down his arms and chest, slipping fingers under the
thick straps of his black leather harness. He looked somewhat bored but slightly
amused. Mulder ignored the blondes, narrowing his eyes and lowering his head,
staring intently at the brunette.
The moment the brunette caught sight of Mulder, his mouth dropped open on an
audible gasp and he brushed off the attentions of his two admirers. He stepped
forward, looking over Mulder from head to toe, eyes wide, then staring at the
laced-in erection, licking his pretty pink lips repeatedly.
"Well it ain't gonna suck itself," Mulder drawled, his fingertips pushed into the
tight pockets on either side of his growing bulge.
The blonde on the right snorted. "Does he look like a bottom to you?" he asked,
indicating Krycek's own heavy black boots, black leather pants and spike-riveted
harness. The other just frowned as if offended. But the brunette smiled slowly
and took another step forward as if the blondes weren't even there.
"Alex!" the second man cried. "You're not actually going with that crude ass, are
you?"
"We'll treat you much better than that, beautiful," said the other one, stepping
forward to claim what he had thought was his for the night. "We'll do anything
you want!"
"Where do you want me?" Krycek asked in a breathy rasp, still licking his lips,
staring into Mulder's eyes.
Mulder squinted, searching the surrounding area, then jerked his head toward the
back and turned, walking quickly to the rear of the bar. He didn't look back to
see if he was being followed. He didn't have to. Krycek was a mere two steps
behind him, giving looks of death to all the men who turned to watch Mulder's
advance through the crowd. They reached the neon-lit back hallway, and entered it
to the sounds of in-progress blowjobs and a rather whiny bottom being brutally
fucked against the wall.
Mulder walked over to a bare spot, turning to lean his back against the wall, not
bothering to take his fingers from his pockets. Krycek immediately went down on
his knees in front of him, reaching to unlace the pants. Mulder shoved him back
roughly with one knee.
"Use your teeth, whore," he said in a scathing voice.
Krycek swallowed, moving back into place, then wordlessly placed his hands behind
his back and leaned forward, using tongue and teeth to dexterously and slowly
untie the silk cord.
"Don't slobber all over me," snapped Mulder, bucking forward with his hips,
knocking Krycek's face to the side momentarily.
Krycek licked the drool from his lips and bent in again, grabbing one edge of the
fly and pulling with his teeth, until the push of Mulder's cock pressed the rest
of the leather to the sides, his erection shoving its way through. Krycek whined
low in his throat as it bumped against his lips, then they parted, his tongue
sliding forward as his eyes fluttered closed.
Mulder slid his hands out of his pockets, grabbing Krycek's silky dark hair on
either side of his head and holding his face in place, thrusting forward with a
grunt. Krycek made a slight choking sound and widened his mouth and throat,
whimpering as Mulder began roughly fucking his throat.
Mulder grunted, tightening his grip on Krycek's hair, shoving his cock in down to
the rootl He withdrew almost all the way, Krycek's tongue working furiously, only
to ram back in with a growl. It was all Krycek could do to maintain his balance
and keep his teeth out of the way. Mulder was literally holding him up by the
hair, now.
Mulder's grunts drew out longer, becoming groans, and Krycek whined against the
cock in his throat. Suddenly, Mulder jerked Krycek's head in tight against his
groin, teeth bared, eyes squeezed tightly shut and came, mouth falling open on a
loud gasp, ending on a long, breathy groan. After a few seconds, he pushed
Krycek's face away with shaking hands, shuddering as he leaned his head against
the wall behind him, eyes closed.
Krycek leaned back on his heels, gasping for breath and licking his lips. He
coughed, swallowing repeatedly and clearing his throat. His eyes were closed when
Mulder reached down and pulled him up by the hair, yanking his face in for a deep,
possessive kiss. Krycek whined deep in his throat, not daring to put his arms
around Mulder, and Mulder swallowed the sound, grunting and sucking his taste from
Krycek's tongue. He pulled Krycek's face back, gasping.
"Suck me hard again so I can fuck your ass," he breathed, pushing Krycek back down
to his knees. Krycek moaned and leaned forward, pulling Mulder's still-half-erect
cock into his mouth and sucking hard with little desperate, hungry grunts.
Mulder grunted along with him, his hips being pulled forward with the force of
Krycek's sucking, 'til he grabbed Krycek's head in both hands.
"Enough," he gasped, pushing him away. He took a few breaths, regaining his
equilibrium. "You seem like the kind of slut that would carry rubbers around," he
sneered. "Got one my size?"
Krycek wiped his mouth with the back of his trembling hand. "Always," he
breathed, reaching into his pocket and bringing out a gold foil packet. He
extended it up toward Mulder's hand and Mulder just arched his brows. Krycek tore
the packet open with his teeth and rolled it onto Mulder's cock slowly and
carefully. Without being told, he pulled out a small tube of lube and slicked it,
then held out the packet, looking up at Mulder, awaiting direction.
Mulder rolled his eyes and extended his hand, waggling all four of his long,
slender fingers impatiently. Sighing, Krycek reached up and lubed those as well.
This time, Mulder grabbed him by one of the straps on his harness, yanking him
back up.
"Nice," he said, giving it a jerk, using it to throw Krycek up against the wall,
face-first. Krycek caught himself with his hands, grunting, then braced himself
with one shoulder, unfastening his pants and quickly pushing them down to
mid-thigh. He then placed both palms on the wall, leaning forward slightly, legs
spread as much as possible.
Mulder stepped in close behind him and casually shoved his index and middle finger
into Krycek's ass up to the last knuckle. Krycek cried out, arching away for a
moment before forcing himself to relax, rounding his shoulders forward, opening
for Mulder. Mulder fucked him five or six times with two fingers, Krycek moaning
and beginning to move with him, then he pushed in his third, and after a couple
more strokes, his fourth, now fucking Krycek with all four fingers.
Krycek moaned continuously now, eyes squeezed tightly shut, forehead pressed to
the plaster. When Mulder pulled his hand from Krycek's ass, Krycek gasped and
cried out, shuddering. Mulder grabbed Krycek's hip with his left hand, holding
his slippery, sheathed cock in his right. He lined himself up with Krycek's hole,
and without waiting another second, shoved himself in up to the balls with a sharp
groan.
Krycek cried out again, the sounds carrying even over the other moans, grunts and
groans filling the narrow hallway, and as Mulder began to fuck him hard and
purposefully, the sounds began to turn to sobs.
Mulder growled and doubled his efforts, grunting with each thrust into Krycek's
body. He reached around in front of Krycek and grabbed his until-now ignored
erection and began jacking it roughly in time with his thrusts.
Krycek leaned his head back, letting out an unrestrained scream that gathered in
intensity as his body began to buck and arch and he spurted all over the wall of
the club. No sooner had Mulder pulled his cumcovered hand away from Krycek's
still-hard cock and grabbed his other hip and Mulder was coming, ramming himself
in deep, his own voice sounding like a groaning sob as he pumped his second load
into the man in front of him.
He fell against Krycek's back, gasping, and placed his hands on top of Krycek's,
kissing his neck sloppily. Krycek moaned, leaning his head to the side to give
Mulder access. Mulder fastened his mouth on the side of Krycek's throat and
sucked, and Krycek grunted, holding himself still while Mulder marked him.
Finally, Mulder pulled his mouth off Krycek, panting and licking his lips, then
rested his chin on Krycek's shoulder, the two of them leaning against the wall,
catching their breath. Krycek was the first to speak.
"'It ain't gonna suck itself?'"
Mulder laughed, kissing his earlobe. "Good one, eh?"
Krycek laughed low in his throat and Mulder groaned as he felt it in his
still-embedded cock. "You'll pay for that one," said Krycek in a low, promising
tone.
"I'm counting on it," said Mulder, grabbing himself around the base and pulling
out carefully. Krycek hissed, pushing away from the wall and turning around.
Mulder took the condom off and tied it shut, throwing it into the wastebasket
conveniently provided. He then started working on tying up his laces. Krycek
used the wet-wipe dispenser to clean himself up, then quickly zipped up his pants,
stepping over to the still-struggling Mulder.
"Let me do that," he said, taking the laces out of Mulder's hands and expertly
tightening and tying them. "How the hell did you get into this thing without my
help?"
"Would you kill me if I said Scully helped me?" asked Mulder, smirking and placing
his hands on Krycek's ass, pulling him in for a wet kiss.
"Yes," Krycek answered against Mulder's mouth, before renewing the kiss, pressing
his tongue in deeply, pulling forth a long, low moan from Mulder.
"MMmm...no, she didn't help me," he said, pulling his mouth away and planting
placating kisses at the corners of Krycek's mouth. "I just did it slow and
careful, all by myself."
Krycek sighed, closing his eyes and leaning in, sliding his hands around so he was
holding Mulder's ass as Mulder held his. "Did you bring our rings this time?" he
asked, turning his head so that Mulder's next light kiss landed square on his
mouth.
"Of course," said Mulder, pulling one hand off Krycek's ass to push it down into
his front pocket. He brought out two heavy platinum bands, handing one to Krycek.
He stepped back just slightly, holding his left hand up, fingers splayed.
Krycek smiled and slipped the ring onto Mulder's finger, then held up his own
hand. Mulder put the ring on Krycek's finger, bringing it to his lips for a
parting kiss, then wrapped his arms around Krycek's waist, pulling him back in.
"Love you," he murmured into Krycek's ear, nuzzling.
"Love you, too, malysh," sighed Krycek, tightening his arms around his lover.
"But next time, I get to be the pick-up artist."
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