E-MAIL ADRESS: StarWindDancer@hotmail.com

RATING Etc.: NC-17 - Krycek/Mulder/Scully Sex.

Note: The myth of Aphrodite and Aries is as 
follows. Aphrodite, Goddess of love, was 
married to Hephaetstus, God of fire, but was 
having an affair with Aries, God of war. 
Hephaetstus, after being told by Helios, God of 
the sun, that the two were having an affair, 
made a trap to capture the two of them 
together. The trap was a net that a god could 
not free himself from if captured in it. 
Hephaetstus put the net over the bed and when 
Aphrodite and Aries started up the net fell 
over them, trapping them. Then Hephaetstus 
invited all the other gods and goddesses in to 
see his unfaithful wife. Instead of spurning 
the relationship they all laughed then left. 
Hephaetstus was angry, released them and that 
was about it for the myth. 

During the 14th to 16th century this myth was 
painted and re-painted as an allegory. They 
sometimes painted a sexual being, Aphrodite, 
with a chained or restrained man, in armor, 
kneeling at her feet. Usually she, or her 
cupids, is disarming Aries. Meanwhile he is 
trying to restore her virtue, like covering her 
up. Two paintings in particular are Veronensis' 
"Mars and Venus" and Cossa's "Mars enchained by 
Venus" come to mind. Veronensis has a lusty, 
carefree Venus while Mars is trying to cover 
her up. A cupid is tying them together. Cossa's 
detail of the painting can be seen at my web 
sight, 
http://www.oocities.org/Athens/Aegean/6582 the 
painting leads to my story. In the painting 
Aries is chained to a chair Aphrodite is 
sitting on. He is kneeling at her feet.

The Camelot and Sir Gavin references are 
incidental.

DISCLAIMER: X-Files belongs to Chris Carter and 
Co. I just use them.

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Aphrodite and Aries
October challenge story    by StarWindDancer
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Krycek was bored. Not just little bored but 
hugely bored. Sure, Mulder watching was his 
favorite pastime but all Mulder did was come 
home, sit on his couch, eat, jerk off, go to 
sleep, and then in the morning get up for work.

At least Krycek had been able to get the night 
shift when he could actually watch Mulder do 
this. Took lots of bribing the other watchers 
to change shifts with him but it was probably 
the fact that Mulder did jerk off that got him 
that time slot which was why he wanted it.

Of course watching Mulder jerking off to those 
movies was fun but still, he was bored. He 
needed something more; he needed excitement and 
adventure, he needed blood. 

Krycek smiled. He could poison Mulder's water 
again but the results from last time were not 
that favorable. Of course a little violence 
always did turn him on. Just a little Krycek 
bashing was ok with him, trying to shoot him 
with his own gun was a little too much.

Instead of doing something stupid Krycek just 
rewound the tape from last night. He watched 
Mulder do a one eighty, jerking himself at the 
speed of light, looking like he was almost 
pulling the strings of semen back in. 

He had whole videotapes of this. When he was 
off duty he'd lay there with its endless loops 
of Mulder's jerking, watching that hand, and 
watching those fingers, imagining. He had a 
good imagination, sometimes he forgot it was 
his own hands on his body and not Mulder's.

A few quick adjustments and one of the VCR's 
was 'commandeered' to record last nights latest 
of "Mulder's Jerk Off Life" section to a 6 hour 
videotape full of them. 

If true to form Mulder wouldn't get home for 
another hour, way past dark. In fact it was 
already starting to get twilight. 

A small shiver of fear ran down Krycek's back. 
Someday the ghosts that came out at night would 
take Mulder away from him. It was one of his 
few, small fears. That and the fear of 
slippery, oil based aliens. Oh, of course if 
someone destroyed the worlds supply of 
chocolate.

Mulder had his sunflower seeds and Krycek had 
his chocolate.

Life was good. But that didn't end the fact 
that Krycek was bored. He still needed to feel 
his heart pounding, needed to feel a little 
danger. He needed to touch Mulder, the 
quintessence of life.

"You know God, if you're up there, just once, 
one time is all I ask. Please, I've been a good 
boy. I haven't killed, maimed, or tortured 
anyone at all in a week. Sure I shot that dog 
but it was messing with my chocolate cake. I 
didn't kill it though. But, just once, please," 
Krycek begged a deity he didn't believe in. 
Still it wouldn't hurt to try.

Instead of waiting for an answer he knew wasn't 
going to come he picked up his binoculars and 
set his sights on the street waiting to see 
Mulder's car come driving down.

It was nearly an hour later when Mulder's car 
came down the street.

Krycek sat up straight in his chair. His heart 
felt like it was going to jump out of his rib 
cadge it was pounding so hard. Some small 
irrational part of him wanted to jump up and 
shout with glee, saying "He's here, he's here, 
he's finally here." A place where he was able 
to watch and keep guard over his beloved agent.

True to form Mulder parked his car and went 
inside the building. Krycek turned from his 
position by the window back to the piles of 
videotapes, making sure they were all going. 
Wouldn't want to miss a moment of Mulder. He'd 
be able to steal bits off the tapes later.

In a few moments the microphones picked up the 
sound of Mulder's keys in his door. Then in 
strode 180 pounds of pure lustful fantasy. 
Long, agile limbs supporting a wonderfully wiry 
body. The face fit for a god. Long, well 
endowed nose. Lusciously, lickable full bottom 
lip. Eyes that changed with the times.

All Krycek could think of was, "BONER TIME!"

Keys were dropped onto the table, coat on a 
hook in the closet. Mulder went straight to the 
phone and ordered a special from the House of 
Woo. Next he went into the bedroom, changed 
(nice butt too), and came back out to lie on 
his couch. 

As expected the meal was delivered 17 minutes 
later, which Mulder ate in his usual fashion. 
With his fingers.

Krycek groaned loudly as he watched that mouth 
lick and nibble at dripping sauces over his 
hands. His hand swept low to the crotch of his 
pants to grip his throbbing erection. He could 
jerk off to the sight of Mulder eating but 
better things were coming, like the traditional 
video (that were not his) and the free show.

Krycek was, after all a gentleman and would 
wait until Mulder came to come. 

Not disappointed Mulder pulled out one of those 
videos that wasn't his and put it in his VCR. 
Krycek was thrilled to see that it was his 
favorite video of the collection, "Came-a-lot." 

In the video, which Krycek had a copy, was a 
beautiful woman, just as much a lust goddess as 
Mulder was. She was the damsel in distress that 
a knight in shining armor road up to rescue.

Krycek liked the knight, Sir Gave-in, who was 
strongly well built, sword at his side, armor 
which the rescued maiden peeled off, and a face 
that was slightly familiar but he never could 
quite place it.

Krycek watched the monitor with the shot of 
Mulder spread over his couch. It pictured both 
Mulder and the television with its movie.

True to form, the maiden was captured and 
guarded by a huge, fake looking dragon. She 
emitted a series of truly girly screams. 
(Screams that sent bolts of lightning to 
Krycek's cock.) 

The knight, in full shining armor rode up to 
the wicked dragon, hacking at it with his large 
sword. Soon the maiden was rescued, her body 
writhing against the knight in gratitude. 

During this adventure Krycek could see Mulder 
lift up his shirt to play with his nipples. 
They were a wonderful dusty tan that 
accentuated the peaks as Mulder played with 
them. 

As the (grateful) action of the movie went on, 
Mulder slid his hand down over his chest, past 
the navel, and under the sweats to the groin. 

Krycek groaned loudly, waiting for Mulder to 
unveil the main event.

Not to disappoint Mulder fumbled in his shorts 
for a while, making the tent bigger until there 
seemed to be no choice but to let it free. 

It almost felt like a physical arrow to his 
heart (or groin) as Krycek watched that 
wonderful member. It was long and thick, 
something that begged worship 24 hours a day, 6 
days a week. (He needed to reload sometime.) 
The wiry pubic hair was a downy tangle, like 
grass surrounding the golden goose's eggs, this 
being Mulder's wonderful egg sack.

Oh, how he wanted to go a exploring.

Krycek squeezed his crotch one last time before 
undoing the button and zipper, freeing his own 
erection. Equal to the long, slow strokes 
Mulder was demonstrating on screen, Krycek 
pulled on himself, lost in the lust he had for 
his very special agent.

"Feels good, don't it, baby," Mulder husked. 
His voice easily picked up by the *specially* 
placed microphone.

The voice slightly started Krycek but quickly 
sat back, enjoying the show. Sometimes Mulder 
did this. It was kind of like playing with an 
invisible friend. To every body else it was air 
but to that kid it was not air but an actual 
person.

Of course this was good. Krycek could sit back 
and pretend it was him.

"Touch me right there, baby," Mulder said as he 
played with his nipple.

"I'm touching you," Krycek moaned as he played 
with his own nipple, a mime of Mulder's 
actions.

"Mmm, I love your finger, your hands on me. I 
love it almost as much as touching you. Do you 
feel me touching you, babe."

"Oh, yes, I do, I do. More, I want more."

"You want more, baby? I want to touch you every 
where." Mulder said, continuing his litany. 
"I'm holding you and stroking you. Do you feel 
my hand on your cock? Let me taste you."

Mulder stroked his erection several times 
before gathering up the pre-come gathering at 
the tip of his erection. Slowly he brought his 
hand up to his mouth to taste the bitter fluid. 
The whole time Krycek watched and mimicked the 
movements, imagining himself in the room, 
touching Mulder, being touched by Mulder. It 
was heavenly.

"I'm getting close, baby, so close. But I want 
to watch you come. Do you think you can do that 
for me, baby. Come for me?"

"Oh, yes, Mulder. Anything, everything."

"Are you there yet?" Mulder asked into the air.

Krycek arched his back, lost in the sensual 
pleasures of Mulder (his) hand on his cock. He 
was unable to give a coherent answer (though 
there was no one there to listen) and just 
moaned long and deep. He could feel his orgasm 
present but held it off at bay. Even though 
Mulder was talking to an imaginary lover Krycek 
could imagine just along side of him and waited 
until Mulder instructed 'him' to come.

"Do you feel it? I can feel it. You're right 
there, baby, right there. Mmm," Mulder moaned, 
jerking himself harder.

"Do you want to come, baby, I know I do."

Krycek whined with the need to come.

"You're right there, baby, I know you are. Why 
don't you come for Fox, baby. Come for me."

As if on cue Krycek's orgasm rolled through 
him. He could barely keep an eye on the 
television as he watched Mulder pull himself to 
completion in tandem.

Krycek sat there for a moment in post-orgasmic 
stickiness and contentment. He smiled at the 
image of sated Mulder drawing pictures in the 
fluid on his chest.

"That was wonderful, Alex, but when are you 
coming over?" Mulder asked into the air, his 
mouth pouting.

Krycek started. There could be no way that 
Mulder knew he was watching. They had gone to a 
lot of trouble hiding those bugs. They were the 
top of the line, undetectable. 

No, Mulder couldn't know.

"I've missed you while you were away, Alex. I'm 
glad you're back." 

Mulder swirled the come on his chest some more. 
He dipped his finger and brought a huge glob to 
his lips. Almost like he was applying Chap 
Stick Mulder applied the white fluid to his 
thick, lickable lips.

Across the street Krycek couldn't breath.

"I want to taste you. I want to play with you. 
Please, won't you come over, Alex baby?"

Mulder got off his couch, slid off his pants, 
and walked straight to one of the cameras. The 
camera in particular was at waist high. Across 
the street one of the screens was filled up 
with the image of Mulder's cock before the man 
knelt down to look right into the lens.

//Breath, Krycek, breath,// internal sensors 
buzzed to him.

"Alex, aren't you going to come over. We'll 
have so much fun."

Mulder stared into the camera, pouting the 
whole time. He gave one last plea of "please, 
baby," before he abandoned the camera.

Next Mulder walked to the window in all his 
glory. One hand gathered up his genitals while 
the other he leaned against the window with his 
head on it. Then Mulder started kissing the 
thick panes, leaving come kiss smears all over 
the window. The whole time squeezing and 
fondling his crotch.

Krycek swung his gaze from the bank of TV's to 
the window across the street. He could clearly 
see Mulder baring him self to the whole wide 
world. Without a second thought (except for the 
one that told himself to tuck himself back in) 
Krycek was jumping up and out the door.

Mulder smiled as he saw the young man, armored 
in his black leather jacket, come rushing out 
of the building and across the street. He 
retired to his (seldom-used) bedroom and lay 
down on the sheets. (But not before securing 
the handcuffs at the end of the bed or the lube 
on the night stand.)

Krycek rushed up the stares straight to 
apartment 42. He threw open the door thinking 
he would see Mulder still at the window. He 
breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that 
Mulder no longer was putting himself up for 
display.

"Alex," a psaltery tone came drifting out of 
the bedroom. 

Cautiously Krycek approached the bedroom, 
fighting down the desire to take out his gun, 
but did so any way.

Mulder lay down on the satiny sheets, 
absolutely beautiful and offered up for any 
one's enjoyment. Krycek moved to Mulder's 
bedside.

"You've come to play," Mulder said as he rolled 
up in bed and grabbed the young man by the 
jacket, pulling him to his chest. 

"How...how did you know I was watching?"

"Who else would it be? Nope, only my knight in 
shinning leather, that's who," Mulder said as 
he took Krycek's gun out of his hand. The older 
man placed it on the night stand by the lube.

Krycek stared mutely at Mulder, unable to stop 
what was happening. 

Next Mulder ran his hands up and down Krycek's 
form, loving the feel of worn leather scrape 
against his fingers. He leaned in to smell 
Krycek's unique musky scent. A small puddle of 
sweat had pooled in the crease where body met 
neck and Mulder licked it away.

Almost like a token protest, thought he did 
mean to push Mulder away, Krycek put his hand 
on Mulder's shoulder. He needed to stop this. 
This could not continue but it did. Mulder was 
in total control of the situation.

Long fingers peeled the leather jacket back 
until it was trapping Krycek's arms. It was 
only then that Mulder moved up his mouths 
attack to those cupid bow lips. As they were 
moaning into each other's mouths, Mulder slid 
the ubiquitous leather off the younger man.

"I've missed you, Alex."

"Mulder, please. We can't do this."

"Why not?"

"It's to dangerous, to risky. They're watching 
you."

"And you're the one behind the cameras, aren't 
you, baby. I know you'll make it all better."

Krycek quickly thought back to his collection 
of "Mulder's Jerk Off Life." He could use those 
to tape over the image of him and Mulder 
together in bed. Even if someone reviewed the 
tapes they were unlikely to find anything. The 
person would probably fast forward through most 
of it, considering it was either an eating 
Mulder, jerking off Mulder, or sleeping Mulder.

Maybe this could work out.

But before Krycek could come to a firm decision 
Mulder had pulled him onto the bed and was now 
laying on top of him trying to kiss Krycek into 
oblivion.

Krycek writhed beneath Mulder, trying to 
dislodge the older man. Even if he could edit 
his tapes onto the other it wouldn't do any 
good. He should not be doing this. When he had 
prayed to touch Mulder once he knew it was only 
hot air. He knew he couldn't, and wouldn't 
touch Mulder. The man was too special for the 
likes of him.

"Mulder, we've got to stop."

"You don't want me, baby?" Mulder asked, 
whining.

"I...I d...don't," Krycek said, turning his 
face away from Mulder, hoping he wouldn't see 
through the lie.

"I guess you don't want me," Mulder said, 
sounding almost like he was about to cry. The 
older man leaned back, scooting off Krycek till 
he was at the end of the bed.

"But," Mulder said, an instant before he 
climbed back up Krycek's body, "I want you."

Mulder slapped the handcuffs around one of 
Krycek's wrists then around his own wrist.

"Mulder, what the hell do you think you're 
doing," Krycek pulled and tugged at the 
handcuffs, trying to get them off.

"Making sure you stay with me."

"Mulder, I *have* to go. It's to dangerous to 
stay."

"And you're not leaving until I have my fun so 
get used to it, Alex," Mulder barked. He 
quickly undid the younger man's pants and 
pulled them down. The whole time struggling 
with Krycek.

"Mulder, you can't do this."

"I know you want me, Alex, and the only thing 
stopping us is you. Now, we're going to have 
sex now, whether you like it or not so you may 
as well sit back and enjoy."

"Mulder, this is stupidity."

"I know. Ain't it great though," Mulder said as 
he swooped down for a soul searing kiss. It was 
several minutes before he let Krycek up for 
air.

"Not so fast, Agent Mulder."

Krycek flipped the two of them over so that he 
was on top. As slick as a seal he was out of 
his clothes, only his T-shirt tangling in the 
hand cuffs.

"Oh, yeah, Alex, give it to me baby," Mulder 
said right before he flipped the young man back 
under him. The two wrestled and kissed in 
willful abandonment.

When they were ready, Mulder grabbed at the 
lube, trying to squeeze some out onto his hands 
but he squeezed the tube too hard and the lube 
went flying all over the place.

Krycek stopped in his exploration of Mulder's 
body to laugh. 

Mulder loomed above the younger man with a hurt 
expression for a few moments before leaning 
down to put his fore head against Krycek's. He, 
too, started laughing at his enthusiasm.

"Waste not, want not," Krycek said as he 
scooped up a large amount of the spilled lube 
with his hand cuffed hand. He reached down to 
grasp Mulder's erection in a firm grip.

Mulder gasped as Krycek stroked him. Krycek 
laughed before squeezing hard then altering the 
rhythm. Soon Mulder's hand joined Krycek's 
below the belt, both of them intent on bringing 
the other off.

With a loud cry that rattled the windows, they 
came in each other's hands.

"Mulder, that was fantastic," Krycek said 
breathy.

"Mmm, glad you stayed, Alex baby," Mulder said 
as he moved off the younger man to lie on the 
bed staring at the ceiling.

"Oh, yeesss."

"MULDER!" came an indigent voice from the 
doorway. "What the hell do you think you're 
doing."

Krycek jumped up to see a petite red head and 
the bald mountain. He moved quickly to cover 
Mulder up. Sure Scully had seen Mulder naked 
before but not like this.

"Mmm, I'm just having a little fun with Alex," 
Mulder said as he played with the blanket 
Krycek was (fruitlessly) holding over his body.

"I can't believe this. You and Krycek, Krycek 
and you."

"And he's not half bad. You should give it a 
try sometime."

"Mulder, what are you doing?" Krycek hissed at 
his very special agent.

"Mulder, you can't do this. This is wrong, this 
is bad, this just isn't right. Isn't that 
right, sir," Scully addressed Skinner next to 
her. She turned around to see Stone Face 
Skinner actually smirking at the two men. 
"Sir?"

"About time you got laid, Spooky," Skinner 
chuckled.

"Sir, sir, you can't mean that you approve of 
it?"

"What's there to approve? He's getting laid." 
Skinner flashed a peace sign. "Make love, not 
war." The bald mountain said before leaving the 
room.

"Mulder, please," Krycek said as he tried one 
more time to cover the two of them up with the 
blanket. The older man just kept shoving it 
down, smirking at Scully the whole time.

"I can't believe this is happening," Scully 
chanted as she paced back and forth. She felt a 
head ache coming on.

Suddenly she stopped. "Is this a one time thing 
or are you and him gonna," she waved a nebulous 
hand in the air.

Mulder shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know. So 
far I've only had a test drive and it wasn't 
too bad. I'd like to take it for a full country 
tour to make sure all the parts are in the 
right order."

"Mulder, we can't. No," the young man stated.

"You're not going anywhere, my knight in 
shining leather." Mulder lifted their joined 
hands, jangling the cuffs. "You're staying 
right here with me."

Mulder pulled the younger man down for a gut 
wrenching kiss.

Scully gave a slight whine which caused Mulder 
to turn his attention back to her.

"You know the old saying, Scully, you can't 
beat them, join them, join us." Mulder arched 
his eyebrow in a suggestive manner.

Scully pressed her lips together considering 
the situation. For a few moments she was deep 
in thought before pressing her lips together 
and staring straight at the two of them.

"A cute butt is a cute butt is a cute butt. So 
whose cute butt is first."

"You...you can't be serious?" Krycek gawked in 
awe at the (formally known as) Ice Queen.

"Oh, yes. We're both very serious," Mulder said 
as he rolled over the young man, trapping him 
beneath him once more. The older man watched 
with glee at the shocked expressions passing 
over Krycek face as he watched Scully quickly 
strip and climb into bed.

"Too bad we don't have more of these," Mulder 
said as he jangled the handcuffs fastening him 
to the younger man.

Scully just smiled before pulling out her own 
pair of hand cuffs. 

As Krycek laid back, watching the newest member 
in bed, he had a brief thought. Nope, he 
wouldn't be bored tonight.

Krycek grinned.

The end.