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TITLE:  Signing Bonus
AUTHOR: SubRosa (subrosa31@yahoo.com) 
DISTRIBUTION: Wherever you like, but please let me know.  
RATING: Hard NC-17 for graphic non-consensual sex and language.
CATEGORY: SA
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Krycek 
SPOILERS: Through "The Red and the Black."
DISCLAIMER: Alex Krycek, Fox Mulder and Dana Scully belong to 
Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and 20th Century FOX 
Broadcasting, and to the actors who portray them. They are being 
used without permission, and no profit is being made. 
DEDICATION: To Dryad, who requested it.  She's also owed thanks 
for beta work.
SUMMARY: "Mulder, I have been offered a new position here in the 
States.  I took it on the condition that I got this evening with 
you as...well, let's call it a signing bonus."
FEEDBACK:  Welcomed at subrosa31@yahoo.com


AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Readers may notice a similarity between this story and my first 
fic, "The Gift."  That's not creative bankruptcy; Dryad requested 
something along the lines of "Gift" in a slash context.  "Slash? 
I don't write slash," I said to myself.  But she persisted and it 
turned out to be a fascinating experience.  I hope you enjoy the 
results.  Incidentally, I don't normally see Mulder as this 
guilt-ridden, but it worked best for this plot.

This story is *very* dark and revolves around non-consensual 
sexual contact between two men.  Please do NOT read if any of the 
above elements may offend you.  Readers under 17: please respect 
the age restriction.

I'd initially intended to keep this story in limited circulation, 
but have been talked into putting it for general distribution.  
My apologies to any lists that receive it twice.

Finally, I had to rely heavily on other fics to learn about 
male/male sex; some authors consulted were: 

Brenda Antrim, especially "The Devil You Know" series,
Sarah Ellen Parsons, "Prone,"
Palinurus,
Satina, especially "The Towel" series,
L. C. Sulla, and
Jane Mortimer's "Same Everywhere," the first slash fic that I 
read and still one of the best.


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A naked, helpless Fox Mulder is a fine thing to have waiting in 
your hotel room.

"Good evening, Mulder," I tell him pleasantly as I enter the 
room.  I can afford to be pleasant tonight.  "Please, don't get 
up."

His eyes meet mine over the cloth gag in his mouth, but there's 
little other reaction--certainly not the white-hot, angry glare 
that I'd expected.  He had to be drugged for this evening's 
activities, but just enough to make him passive and a little 
uninhibited.  If he's too stoned to know what's going on, I'm 
going to be pissed.  

I walk over to him, casually noting that he has been restrained 
with professional care.  When I'm close enough to get a good look 
at his expression I realize that he is, somewhat surprisingly, 
keeping his cool.  He has identified this as a hostage situation 
and is reacting accordingly.  Hell, maybe they didn't give him 
enough.  

I slap him lightly on the face.  "You with me here, buddy?"

Anger flares into his eyes at my touch, just as I expected.  I 
cut away the gag, which he spits out in disgust.

"I should have expected to see you walk through that door.  What 
self-serving, double-crossing trick are you trying to pull off 
tonight?"

I keep my cool.  There are two victories in store for me tonight.  
The first is remaining calm in the face of his tirades.  The 
second is fucking him senseless.

"No trick, Mulder.  I thought you needed a break.  Such a 
difficult time in your life, isn't it?  So I brought you here for 
some R&R."

"Fuck you, Krycek."  

Mulder is so predictable.  I could have scripted the whole 
evening in advance if I'd wanted to.

"Close, but not quite the plan."  Bringing my lips close to his 
ear, I tell him in short, graphic detail what I have planned for 
him.

He stares at me in shock.  "You're insane."

"Not in the slightest, Mulder.  Take some time to get used to the 
idea."

I sit back and watch him for a moment.  The drugs seem to be 
kicking in, and I can practically see his mind slowing down.

"Where's Scully?"  

"Scully is fine, Mulder.  Sleeping like a baby.  And as long as 
you cooperate tonight, she'll stay fine.  Agreed?"

He blinks at me rather slowly as he processes my words.  If he 
were more alert, he'd either question my trustworthiness or 
demand to see her, but as it is he actually nods in agreement.  I 
retract my previous uncharitable thoughts about the lab guys--
they do appear to know what they're doing.

Perhaps I'm more nervous about this evening than I thought.

His eyes are definitely hazier, and he's lost the thread of 
conversation.  "Why am I here?"

Didn't believe me the first time I told you, huh?  "I told you 
why, Mulder.  But to give you the longer version: I have been, 
shall we say, offered a new position here in the States.  I took 
it on the condition that I got this evening with you as...well, 
let's call it a signing bonus."

His fuzzy mind needs time to process the half-truth that I've 
told him.  I begin undressing as I let the information sink in.

The whole truth is that I would have rejoined my old colleagues 
anyway; I think they're our best hope for saving the planet.  But 
he doesn't need to know that, and neither do they.  They made the 
effort to recruit me, and I don't mind accepting their offers of 
some of the creature comforts that my life has been so sadly 
lacking lately, including my choice of sexual partners.  Willing 
or not.

After all, if I had scruples I'd still be in the FBI.

Let the record show that I did think twice about this plan.  I've 
accepted that I do things in my work that are considered immoral 
by people whose ignorance gives them the luxury of thinking in 
those terms.  In reality, I do what I have to do to survive.  Not 
just me, but all of us: the whole damn planet.  The blood on my 
hands is a hell of a lot less than what will be spilled if 
colonization becomes a reality.  So I don't lose sleep over the 
occasional unavoidable death.

Getting Mulder like this, though, is something different.  It's 
not what I have to do to survive, but rather something I want.  
That's not so easy to justify, but justify it I can.  I've made 
too damn many sacrifices in my life to pass up something this 
good when it's presented.  Mulder's involved in this tournament 
of shadows too--he has been a player since the beginning.  It's 
time he started taking the knocks that come with it.

Anyway, somehow they knew I wanted him, so they offered him to me 
as a little added enticement.  I took him.  Life doesn't toss 
these chances in my lap very often, and there was no point in 
turning down the opportunity to get something I've lusted after 
for years.  Besides, greed is a good camouflage.  It's better 
that they think I can be bought; if people think you'll act on 
principle, they'll use it to manipulate you.

Speaking of which, Mulder looks glassy-eyed enough that I figure 
it's time to push harder.  I sit next to him on the bed, close 
but not touching.  His eyes, which grew wide as I began to 
undress, flick downward before lingering on my chest.

I keep my voice calm but firm.  "You understand what's going on, 
Mulder?  No efforts to escape.  No struggling.  Behave for the 
evening, and I swear that you'll be returned unharmed--you and 
Scully both. She'll never even know that we picked you up."  

In point of fact I made sure to keep Scully out of this, but 
he'll be much easier to control if he thinks we have her.  I'm 
looking for more than compliance out of fear and drugs, though.  
I plan to talk him into participation.  I've talked him into less 
likely things before.

He's still processing his presence here.  "Why'd you pick me?  To 
get back at me?"

"Nah.  I picked you because I've always wanted to fuck you.  But 
let's face it, Mulder, you do have a lot to account for.  How has 
your quest been doing?"

He glowers at me sullenly.  After spending much of his adult life 
obsessing about extraterrestrials and alien invasion of the 
planet, he's now become equally convinced that they don't exist.  
The boy has since been at a bit of a loss, I hear.

"And how has Scully been?"  

He doesn't respond.  He knows exactly how she's been: abducted, 
sickened, and robbed of her children.  I heard something about a 
project in San Diego that went sour; don't know much about it, 
but I'd lay odds that he's worked up a healthy head of guilt 
about his role in it.  Not to mention her latest near-death 
experience at Ruskin Dam.  It was his obvious despair when I 
contacted him after that event that convinced me I might have a 
shot at him tonight.

His face twists in guilt even as I watch him.  He's way to 
tranqued up now to hide his emotions.

I settle into gathering the information I need and finding the 
right angle to work.  I've missed this part of the game, 
actually.  Fucking with people's minds is so much more 
challenging than being a thug.  There's an art in probing--so to 
speak--for weak spots and manipulating them.  I've always prided 
myself on finding the right one with Mulder on the first try.

"You're in this as deep as I am.  You know damn well what your 
quest, your obsessions, your choices have done to the people 
around you.  Frankly, I figured that you would appreciate the 
opportunity to do some penance."

He is silent, but his eyes keep flicking to my semi-erect cock.  
Interesting.

"All that guilt you carry around?  Be honest with yourself, 
Mulder.  You get off on it.  You'd rather be punished than feel 
pleasure."

Gripping the hair at the nape of his neck, I pull his head back 
and kiss him hard, forcing my tongue into his mouth.  

"Lucky you.  Tonight, you get to do both."

He's still fighting, but becoming increasingly dazed.  "Y' don't 
seriously think...I'm gonna enjoy rape, do you?"  

Yep.  The drugs are definitely kicking in.  Kudos to the lab 
boys.

"You want this too, Mulder.  C'mon, man, I saw the way you looked 
at me when we worked together.  And I've noticed that you can't 
keep your hands off me every time we meet.  You've wanted to get 
in bed with me for years."  

Damn, there's a glimmer of response in his eyes.  And I'd thought 
it was a shot in the dark.  Oh, this is definitely an area to 
probe.  So to speak.

"I promise you'll enjoy it too.  They've got you way too stoned 
to put up a fight.  Haven't you noticed how relaxed you feel?"

He's uncharacteristically quiet.  Either this is working, or he's 
finally learned when to shut up.

I glance pointedly at his crotch and push further.  "And just to 
be on the safe side, there's an aphrodisiac in it.  Believe me, 
you'll enjoy it."

Actually he isn't on anything more than a heavy, non-sedating 
tranquilizer, but let's face it, Mulder can be pretty gullible.  
Especially when it's something that he wants to believe, and 
damned if this isn't one of those times.  He's starting to get 
erect.  

Moving slowly but deliberately, I slide my good hand to my dick, 
stroking myself to full erection.  I keep my gaze pinned to his 
lap.  He shifts uncomfortably under my scrutiny, but his cock 
only swells further.  It looks like that old adage about the 
brain being the most important sexual organ is true after all.  
Between the confusion caused by the drugs, his repressed desires, 
and my own skillful manipulation, I do believe that he'll be 
participating nicely in tonight's entertainment.

I lean in to him and keep my voice low, as if I were soothing a 
skittish horse.  "C'mon, Mulder, look at yourself.  You know the 
idea turns you on.  Bet you've always wondered what it would be 
like to be fucked.  I'm just going to make it okay for you to act 
on it."

I stroke his chest gently but without hesitation and adopt the 
earnest, cajoling tone I'd use when we were partners.  
"Everything's out of your control tonight.  Everything.  All you 
have to do you respond."

For the first time, I trail my fingers up his stiffening dick.  
"Relax, Mulder.  It's just me."  My cock twitches when he arches 
into my hand.  Nice.

"Okay, let me recap for you before you zone out completely.  
Tomorrow, you and Scully go home scot-free.  In exchange, I've 
got you for the evening.  You're not going to give me any 
trouble.  You're going to do everything I tell you.  I *am* going 
to fuck you.  And, my friend, it will feel so good that it will 
burn every other thought from your brain."

His reaction surpasses all my hopes.  His head falls back and he 
stifles a sex-drenched moan before meeting my gaze and nodding.  
His eyes are burning with lust as well as anger.  Heh.  I always 
knew that under that pride and conceit was someone with a 
*serious* desire to bottom.  My dick is throbbing now, eager to 
put him to use.  I squeeze him once more, just to hear that noise 
again.

"Mulder, you're going to be a natural."  Another groan.  "I'm 
going to uncuff you now.  Behave."

He nods muzzily.  I free him and let him shake the tension from 
his arms before I lean over him again.  As I kiss him firmly, my 
hand closes around his cock.  I'm gentle because I don't want to 
spook him, but he needs to know who's in charge.  

He thrusts upward.  "That's good.  Let go."  I stroke him firmly, 
up and down, until he grunts.  Then I release him.  Seating 
myself at the edge of the bed, I point toward the floor.

"Now get on your knees and suck my cock."  

He looks up at me, his eyes flashing in anger, before his gaze 
drops to my crotch again.  That's fine--it'd be less fun if he 
didn't put up a little fight.  I don't want to hurt him, but 
tonight I want conquest.  

"You heard me, Mulder."

God, he's beautiful.  He's staring fixedly at my cock, his hazel 
eyes clouded with lust and confusion.  His lips close as he 
swallows hard, then part as he licks them.  He's fully erect now.  
Impressively so.  

"No choice, Mulder.  Besides, you want to."

He blinks and licks his lips again.  Oh, this is fun.  This is 
the most fun I've had in years.  How long will he hold out, I 
wonder?

"Do it."

And he does it.  He goes down on his knees before me and 
hesitantly takes my dick into his mouth.  Warm, wet heaven.

"There you go."

I don't gloat over my victory as his unschooled mouth starts to 
work me.  I want to humble him but not humiliate him.  Mulder and 
I have been through more together than he knows, and my feelings 
for him are much more complicated than just hate or anger.

Even though that's all he ever shows me, I know he feels the same 
way.  

I tangle my right hand in his hair, urging him on.  "Just do what 
would feel good to you, Mulder."  He starts to flick his tongue 
along my frenum, and I groan at the sensation.  His clumsiness is 
more erotic than the skill of the most talented whore.  

"That's right.  I knew you'd be good at this.  You deserve it, 
you know.  That's why you like it so much."  He moans into my 
cock, but his erection doesn't flag--quite the opposite.

I've never before seen before the appeal of "deflowering" 
virgins, but now I understand the power of opening a body and 
penetrating it for the first time.  I grin to myself, flexing my 
hips to thrust a little deeper into his formerly virgin mouth.  
He groans in combined need and distress.  Poor Mulder.  On his 
knees, his arrogant, pretty mouth filled and stretched by an 
invader that he's welcoming eagerly.  His own prick is dripping 
with pre-cum now.  Yeah, he does get off on punishment.  This is 
*so* much better than beating him up.

Another tormented moan makes my hips flex again, involuntarily, 
and my mind drifts to what's coming next.  I'll keep my promise--
Mulder will get off on this too--but I do like the idea of him 
quivering a bit in trepidation as I enter him.  For just a little 
while, pumping into his perfect, healthy body will make my abused 
and mutilated one feel invulnerable.

Yeah, I like that.

Sex doesn't have to be about a power exchange, but it is now.  
Mulder is going to feel my cock in his ass as an intrusion that 
spears his whole body.  He's going to grunt and struggle to no 
avail.  And I when fill him with my cock, take him in hand, and 
jerk him off, he's going to know that his body is being wholly 
possessed by me.  Alex Krycek.
 
And then he's going come hard.

My cock pulses at the thought--I'm getting too close.  Time to 
move on to phase two.  I tap his cheek lightly to get his 
attention.  

"You can stop for a minute.  Stand up."

He rises, straightening his lean frame.  The motion brings his 
impressive erection enticingly close to my face.  My plan was to 
have him spend the evening servicing me, but now it seems even 
more appealing to leave him without any innocence left.  I'm 
going to prove to him that he wants this too.
 
Leaning forward, I grab his buttocks, pull him toward me, and 
take him in my mouth.  I'm better at it than he is; after a few 
hard sucks I deep-throat him.  He groans, his hands clenching 
convulsively at his sides, and his hips began thrusting.  I work 
him for a few minutes and pull away, inwardly gloating at his 
disappointed moan.

"You're doing good, Mulder.  But let's get a little more 
comfortable."  Gee, the good thing about screwing Mulder in this 
condition is it doesn't matter if the pick-up lines are bad.

Climbing onto the bed, I prop my back against some pillows and 
gesture for him to straddle me on his hands and knees, his mouth 
at my groin.  He complies.

"Now, back to work."

With a small, indefinable shiver he lowers his head to my cock 
again, taking it into his mouth.  He's learning quickly--he takes 
me deeper before pulling back and experimenting with his tongue.  
Without any prompting, I notice.  I sigh, reveling for a moment 
in the sensation of him lapping at me.  Then I pull a small 
bottle of lubricant and a condom from the nightstand drawer where 
I'd stashed them next to Gideon's Bible.  I keep talking to 
distract him as I awkwardly flip open the bottle cap and squeeze 
some lube onto my finger.

"I'm going to let you set the pace now.  You can tell me when 
you're ready, but you won't leave this room until I've fucked 
you."  

Moving slowly, I lift my hand to the taut curves of his ass and 
run my finger between his cheeks.  He grunts.  

"And you don't want to."

I start to prepare him, beginning with light circles on his anus.  
He groans, a sound of both anguish and pleasure.

"Take your time.  Keep sucking, though.  You're getting good at 
this."  

I do believe that Mulder has finally learned when to keep his 
smart cracks to himself.  He remains silent, but sucks me harder.  
My balls tighten and I jerk upward.  I need to move this along, 
or I'll lose it in his mouth.  Not the plan, Alex.  Get control 
of yourself. 

Slowly, I press my slick index finger into his rectum.  My cock 
is twitching, and not just because of his industrious 
ministrations.  The thought of being the first man to enter him 
has the same effect on me that my words have on his drug-clouded 
libido.  When he shudders I pause to let him adjust to sensation, 
keeping my finger buried in him.  

"You've never had this before, right?  But you've always 
wondered.  Don't worry, you'll like it."

Now I slide two lubed fingers in and part them a bit, opening 
him.  He moans long and low.  When I stroke his prostate lightly, 
he goes wild.  Grunting, his mouth working me frantically, he 
pushes himself backward on my hand.  A little firmer pressure, 
and he gives up the fight.

"Please, Alex."

Ah, are we on a first name basis now, Agent Mulder?  "Yes?"

His voice is harsh and forced.  "F-f-fuck me, please."

"Almost.  You're not ready."

I keep lubing him up, making sure that he can take three fingers 
before I even consider entering him.  I work his prostate 
constantly, so that he's moaning continually by the time I decide 
he's ready.

I turn him around on the bed, positioning him so that he is 
kneeling facing the headboard, with his arms stretched out to 
grasp it.  That will restrict his range of movement; I want him 
to participate, but need to keep movements in check for the sake 
of my own balance.  And the headboard is mirrored--this hotel 
caters to the executives and senators who slip away for a "long 
lunch" with attractive subordinates--so now I can see his face.  
When he's in place I roll on the condom and slather on more 
lubricant.  Bereft of stimulation, his arousal level drops and he 
starts to shiver a bit.  No amount of drugs or smooth talking can 
entirely erase his nerves about this.

Which will make my victory all the sweeter.

I slide my hand down his back soothingly.  "Don't think, Mulder.  
Just follow my instructions.  You'll be fine."

I position myself carefully behind him.  "Take a deep breath--now 
relax.  Concentrate on me--uh--sliding into you."  He is hot and 
tight, and he shivers beautifully as I push into him in one slow, 
sure stroke.  God, it's good.  I've never been in anyone so 
tight.  

He's still trembling, his knuckles white as he grips the 
headboard.  I place my prosthetic hand on his shoulder, using it 
to balance myself, and reach around with my good hand to grip his 
dick.  *That* gets a reaction.  His whole body shudders, sending 
wonderful ripples along my cock.

"There.  You can fight me if you want, but you can't escape the 
fact that your body is screaming to be fucked.  I told you that 
you'd love it.  You can move now.  You know you want to."

As I begin to slide my hand up and down he starts into a slow, 
hesitant rhythm, picking up speed as he adjusts to the sensation.  
I can't thrust much without losing my balance, but he's doing the 
work.  He groans softly, his body still quivering as his hips 
move faster.

It's beautiful to see him writhe, part in resistance, part in 
pleasure, part in sheer confusion and over-stimulation.  I love 
to see his body straining to impale itself on my cock while his 
mind tells him to get away.  Besides, as he squirms his ass 
squeezes my cock with every move.  This feels even better than I 
expected.  I squeeze his dick and give him a little bump with my 
hips, just to remind him who is in charge.  He groans again.

"Yeah, Mulder, that's good...oh, fuck me...I told you that you'd 
be a natural at this."  His motions become less erratic as I goad 
him on.  "Good.  Yeah, you love this."  I jack him off faster, 
squeezing harder and matching his rhythm.

He moans, his head hanging in defeat.  Then he braces himself 
firmly on his hands and starts to thrust back and forward.  His 
face still shows conflict but his body feels none; he's steadily, 
eagerly fucking himself on my rigid cock.  The sensation is 
incredible--his passage is burning hot and his muscles grip me 
snugly with each thrust.  My hips are rocking involuntarily too. 

"Yeah, this is good.  You're so tight.  I can't believe how good 
it feels to fuck your ass."  My thrusts are getting harder, my 
balls slapping against him as I ram myself to the hilt.  He's 
groaning constantly, his face twisted in torment and pleasure.  I 
tighten my grip on his dick.

"Mmm!  God...uh!  Alex!"

"How does that feel, Mulder?"  

He nearly wails in despair.  "Good!  Fuck...so good I can't stand 
it."

What a lovely admission.  I give his cock a not-so-gentle 
squeeze.  "You'll stand it because I want you to."  He draws in a 
ragged breath.  "I can feel your cock pulsing, you know.  I'll 
bet it's driving you crazy.  Bet you can't think about anything 
except that throbbing and my dick plowing into you."

"Yes...oh, oh God!  Mmm...mmm...fuck me!"

Ah, that's my cue.  "Mulder, I am fucking you on several levels.  
And you are getting off on it."

"Oh, GOD!"

Fucking with his head puts an exquisitely sharp edge on my 
pleasure.  I pound into him full-force, his grunts driving me on.  
He meets every thrust, his hips making aborted motions in the 
limited range that his position permits him.

I cry out in surprise as the tightness in my balls tells me I've 
passed the point of no return.  The orgasm coils, building, 
building, so close, so close...I come hard, gritting my teeth 
against the shout.  "Fuck! God--Mulder, I'm coming--uh!  I'm 
coming in you!"

I squeeze him again.  He throws back his head and howls as he 
climaxes, semen gushing over my hand in warm spurts as his 
muscles clench hard around me, drawing out my own orgasm.  I 
groan as the last spasm fades away.  Damn, that was good.

When he's spent he collapses to the bed, my hand still lightly 
clutched around him.  I lie down with him, urging him to his 
side.  I don't spoon up against him, exactly, but we stay there a 
moment with my arm around him.  It's been a long time since I had 
the luxury of a peaceful moment's rest with a bedpartner.  
Finally I draw back.  He rolls over, looking vaguely dazed.  I 
give him another kiss, this time slow and even tender.  When I 
pull away his eyes have fallen shut.

I leave him in peace for a few minutes, considering it something 
close to companionship to be in a room with him when he isn't 
yelling or trying to strike me.  Our time this evening is not 
unlimited, though, so eventually I pull away and go to wash up.  
Then I rouse him, sending him off to the bathroom with 
instructions to shower.  When I hear the water go on I retrieve 
my cellphone and call to have him picked up.  They're prompt: I 
haven't finished dressing when I hear the knock on the door.

I shrug on my shirt as I go to answer it.  A lab tech enters, 
milk-pale and weedy.  His face shows slight distaste as he 
catches the scent of testosterone in the air, but he's eyeing my 
chest with surreptitious admiration.

"I'll hand him over in a minute," I tell the tech.  "Remember 
that he is to be returned unharmed.  No bruises in handling him."

He nods somewhat indifferently; these are instructions that he's 
received already.  

"What should we do about his memory...sir?"  The honorific is 
belated.  He doesn't know where I fit in the hierarchy, but 
correctly assumes that it's somewhere above him.

"Wipe it.  Totally."  

Hey, I may be an unscrupulous bastard, but I'm not a sadist.  
Besides, this would complicate dealing with Mulder in ways that I 
don't need.

I dismiss the tech as Mulder emerges from the bathroom, his hair 
wet.  He still looks good enough to fuck.  I toss him a pair of 
sweatpants and T-shirt, which he docilely dons.  They're skilled 
at skulking and hiding, but it's hard to get a naked man out of a 
hotel without anyone noticing.

I step up to him one last time as he finishes dressing, a process 
that takes much less time with two hands than with one.  Emotions 
war on his face, lingering lust mixed with residual anger.  
Locking my eyes on his, I cup his now-clothed crotch one last 
time.

He tries to suppress his gasp of pleasure.  "Krycek, haven't you 
had enough of this sick game?"  Belying his words, his dick stirs 
against my hand.  Damn, I hope I can still reload that quick when 
I'm his age.  If I live that long.  Ignoring his glare, I rub him 
until he's straining against my hand again.

"Mulder, you know that aphrodisiac we gave you?"

His eyes are closed and his hips are pulsing.  "Yeah?"

"There wasn't any."

His movements stop cold.  His eyes fly open and his jaw drops as 
he stares at me, for once at a loss for words.

Stepping in to press my erection against his, I lift my hand and 
palm the base of his skull.  Pulling his head in, I give him a 
swift, brutal kiss.

"Yeah.  You did it all on your own.  Told you that you wanted 
this."

He's too stunned to respond.  I usher him out the door, handing 
him over to the tech and the guard.  As they lead him away he 
looks over his shoulder at me, his face twisted in confusion.

I undress again and get into bed, noting the lingering scent of 
us together.  I savor it as I fall asleep.  

Tomorrow, I report for my new assignment.




End "Signing Bonus."

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