E-MAIL ADRESS: StarWindDancer@hotmail.com (Feedback feeds the Beast)

SPOILER WARNING: Up to season 6

RATING Etc.: NC-17 - Skinner/Krycek sex. Mulder voyeurism.

SUMMARY: Skinner and Krycek get a chance to work on their relationship while Mulder watches, approvingly.

COMMENTS: I write backwards, sorta. I have parts of earlier stories written, just not done and ready for posting but I didn't want you gals to miss out on my work so read on. They are labeled alphabetically according to where they occur in the series. Numerical parts are for continuing, self-contained stories.

NOTE: Mulder is no longer Red-Green color blind due to Krycek's empathic link with Mulder. Krycek also now has both his arms and can create a static electric field that is apart of his empathic linking ability. Skinner watches Krycek when Mulder is out of town on a case. Skinner had an affair with Mulder while Krycek was "missing." But remember in my world nothing happens without a purpose and nothing stays the same.

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

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Lust and Love.
                  by StarWindDancer
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Skinner shifted in his seat for the fortieth time in the last half-hour. No matter how he moved or shifted the ache in his groin would not go away. 

He tired reading all the terrible news in the paper but somehow that wasn't helping. All he could picture was Krycek somehow involved in them. His long, meaty body shooting it out with cops or being beaten by his husband in front of his kids before he cracked in the man's skull with a nearby skillet.

Skinner turned the page of his newspaper trying to find a nice dull story so that he could ignore the presence of Krycek in the room. 

Instead he saw Krycek's ass in the air. The jean covered globes accentuated by the fading blue on the cheeks while the crack had a dark blue seam. Thick thighs capable of cracking a man's skull were slightly apart, lowering the ass just a fraction. 

Skinner was greatly tempted to just crawl over there, pull Krycek's pants down, and ream the boy.

Though that was not why Krycek was here. As greatly tempting as that boy was he knew he could never give in to the impulse. Mulder was still agonizing over his relationship with Krycek even though every body and their mother knew they were right for each other. Because of the empathic link Mulder still considered it a type of rape whenever he came near the boy to influence him. The fact that Krycek responded that way to anyone near him, but not as strongly as he does with Mulder, still escaped the agent's notice.

As if sensing Skinner's perusal of his flesh, Krycek parted his knees just a little bit more. The worn fabric rubbed against the wood flooring as he knelt over the footstool. 

Krycek read voraciously. He went through about a book a day. Sometimes 2 if he were so inclined. 

Skinner was always finding him somewhere about the apartment reading. Sometimes he'd be sprawled in front of the fish tank reading by the light or would be nearly standing on his head in a chair. Right now he was lying on a footstool. 

The book laid on the ground as the stool supported his torso. It was one of those that had wheels and every now and then Krycek would push himself around a little. It seemed to happen every time Skinner was just about to involve himself totally in a story. He was beginning to wonder if the boy was conscious of his actions.

Krycek rolled a bit. His legs going akimbo off the stool. His thighs were parted so invitingly and Skinner could not find a comfortable enough position. It seemed like this sexual tension would not go away tonight.

"I'm going to go work out a little while." Skinner informed Krycek before leaving the room.

Krycek looked over his shoulder at the retreating back. Instantly he recognized that pleasant little tickle in the back of his mind. He wasn't sure why he didn't notice it before, but he felt it full blast right now. He moaned as he let the feeling of sexual lust invade his senses. 

Carefully he let down his shields so he could feel the older man's presence. Skinner was aroused; he could feel that. Soon his heart was pumping as the A.D. tried to work his sexual tensions out. 

Krycek waited a little while, waiting for the older man to be engrossed in his workout before he followed him. Silently Krycek stood outside the door as he considered the horny man inside. The musky scent of sweat soon came wafting out the door sending lightning bolts of arousal through him.

He knew he was off limits. Only Skinner's dedication to Mulder was the main reason he was here when Mulder was out of town on a case. It was also the main reason Skinner wouldn't touch him no matter how much either of them wanted it.

It was a dangerous game of temptation they both were playing. 

Mulder thought it was the fact that Krycek had to re-establish the empathic link with him every time he came back from a case but in truth Krycek was ready to fuck anything that moved from sexual frustration. Something had to give soon. Otherwise neither of them could be responsible for their actions.

A plan came to mind. If he knew Skinner right the man would have a long, cold shower after his workout. He would stand under the spray letting the heat of his body dissipating. Skin would still be covered in sweat and his blood would still be hot. 

Krycek licked his lips thinking about that sexy body covered in sweat. You could tell a lot by a man from his smell. Skinner's smell was very dominating, just like the older man. That's what Krycek needed right now, to be dominated, to be owned. 

Already his erection strained the fabric of his pants and his cheeks clenched, feeling the seam but wanting so much more. If he didn't get Skinner to bed him soon he was going to burst.

From what he knew of his empathic link, it was a two way street. He was dependent on other people but he could influence some people's behavior to a degree. Especially if they wanted it too and he was as close as he was to somebody else as he was to Skinner.

Krycek went into Skinner's bedroom and laid down on the large bed. He could feel the older man's presence every where. He let the tingling sensation in the back of his mind envelop him. It almost felt like Skinner was right there with him, putting his arms around him.

Slowly he moved his hand down his shirted front. As he passed over his nipples he lightly touched them through the fabric. Instantly they hardened to little peaks.

Smoothly he passed his hand down over firm stomach muscles to the hem of his shirt. He lifted his shirt to uncover his stomach and moved his hand over the firm plane of muscles underneath. The feel of his hot skin under his fingers sent shivers up his spine as he slowly played finger pads over his stomach.

His other hand skimmed over his body, not stopping until he reached the edge of his jeans. He moved his left hand under the fabric to dip along the hollow of his hips.

The light sprinkling of hair tickled his palm as he stroked over silky skin. His touch reached the fine curls of pubic hair. Under his fingers the hair rasped around as he moved over it in tight, concentric circles. 

His right stroked steadily up his body until he reached his pectorals. Fingers dipping in the indention of muscles and ribs. Slowly he thumbed his hardened nipples.

It was hard not to pinch or roll them but he wanted to keep his touch simple. If he went to fast the tension would break too soon and he wouldn't have a chance for Skinner to join him.

That was the whole reason Krycek moved his left under his jeans. The confines of the small space restricted his movement enough that he wasn't able to properly handle his erection. It was a maddening tease that worked the coil of orgasm up tighter.

In the next room Skinner's breath quickened. With every row all he could think about was the rhythmic motion of moving in then out of Krycek's body. Sometimes the lust could be abated by the excersise but tonight it just seemed to heighten it. His need to touch himself grew until he was gripping the handles so tight that the rubber squeaked every time his palm moved over it. The pressure of the twisting moved the rubber by inches.

Distantly he heard himself count to every row but didn't realize how deep he had moved into the fantasy until he moved into the thousands. At that point he realized that this was getting him no where. 

Instead Skinner moved through his cool down routine. Soon he was in the bathroom taking off his clothes.

Krycek heard the water turn on. Slowly he got off the bed and undressed. His felt like his head was stuffed with cotton as he moved. All he really wanted to do was lie down and pull on himself until he came.

The main reason he didn't was because Skinner was so close. His need to feel the older man sent shivers up and down his body.

The bathroom was filled with the heady smell of sweat and arousal. Skinner was leaning in the shower, angled so the cool water could coat his entire body. Through the translucent curtain Krycek could see his huge erection. Not even the cold water could shrink its impressiveness.

Krycek lifted the curtain and slipped in behind Skinner. He kissed the big man's wide back, tasting the sweat as well as the coolness of water there. His hands moved around the hairy body to move his splayed hands over the wonderful fuzziness.

Skinner felt Krycek's weight settle over his body. For a brief instant he stood frozen in shock. Half of him wanted to turn around and ravage that beautiful body but common sense kicked in.

He grabbed Krycek's exploring wrists in a hard grip. Dimly he noted that he was grinding the boy's bones together in his grip but he had to put a stop to this before it went to far.

"We can't do this."

"Feels like we're doing this." Krycek said into the wide back as he rubbed himself against Skinner.

"Alex, stop."

"Please," Krycek moaned. He wasn't against begging. He needed this so bad.

"I can't."

"Why not."

"It wouldn't be right."

"We're both adults here. We both want to. What's not right about it?"

"You don't have a choice in the matter."

"Yes I do. I want you, Walter."

"You just want me because Mulder wants me."

"What about you?"

"I..." Skinner couldn't tell the other man what he wanted. He didn't matter.

"I know you want me. I can feel you. It's like a little voice in my head. It moans and wants and lusts but it won't do anything. You need this, I need this."

"That's why I can't."

"Why not?"

"It would be wrong."

"What's wrong with this. I'm a healthy, sexually active male. You're a healthy, sexy male. You care for me," Krycek whispered as he kissed Skinner's back lightly. "You stabilize me, you protect me. We desire each other. Please."

Skinner stood impassively in the shower. He eased his grip on Krycek's wrists and let them encircle him. It would be so easy to give in, let himself use Krycek's body. But that wasn't what he really wanted. 

Krycek smiled as Skinner's grip eased. Soon he was able to tangle his fingers in that wonderful body hair. He listened to the moans inside his head as he passed his hands over the big man. 

The belly button was a dead end and the nipples didn't give him the response he wanted. Every man was different; every man had its own unique erogenous zones. It didn't take long for him to figure out what Skinner's turn ons were. When ever Krycek ran his fingers lightly through the hair that moan inside his head growled a little. 

Krycek smiled. His big man was covered in an erogenous zone. It just took a little attention to tap it and Krycek had a unique ability. Carefully he let his shields down. Practicing this trick with Mulder he discovered that he created a static field. 

The static field energized around his hands. Chest hair rose despite the water slicking it down. Krycek slowly moved his hands over Skinner's body and heard the man groan deep in his chest. 

Krycek's breath quickened as he felt Skinner's arousal grow. He angled his head to pass his lips over the bald head as it dropped back.

The bald head was an erogenous zone he had discovered earlier. Krycek had to smile at the thought that it wasn't where you touched him but how you touched him that turned on the big man. Mulder was a bit more selective in his erogenous zones but once you got going, there was no turning back.

"It doesn't matter if I have no control over my emotions. Nobody does. There are people out there who go through their whole lives feeling only half of what I feel. When they do find someone they become blinded by it. Not with me, not with you." Krycek purred into Skinner's ear. "You're so right for me. It makes logical sense. You protect me, you pleasure me. Who else can say they have someone like you?"

Skinner pulled out of Krycek's embrace. He turned around in the water to face those haunted green eyes. They were nearly closed in lust and the boy breathed in shaky breaths. His erection brushed Skinner's thigh as his own brushed back. 

Lips parted and a willowy tongue snaked out to lick. The tongue played over flesh and teeth sending sunburst through Skinner's groin.

He leaned in to taste those tempting lips.

And then he was falling. In a dazy spiral, his mouth gently leaning in to taste. Lids half closed, breath starting in raged grabs. Hot mouth on hot mouth. Lips locked in a mortal combat of will and desire and lust. 

Krycek leaned into Skinner, putting his hands on Skinner's chest in mute agreement to the kiss. He didn't try to push the A.D. further though he really wanted to. Gradually Skinner leaned into him, forcing him against the bathroom tiles. His legs worked themselves between Krycek's as he settled in the younger man's hip hollows. His dripping erection brushing between those strong legs.

Skinner ran his hands over the younger man's shoulders. The skin was a furnace. The muscles firm under his searching hands. He could feel the body settle into his as he pressed forward, deepening the kiss. He slipped his tongue further inside those pliable lips to tangle with that tongue he had admired earlier.

Krycek was relaxed in Skinner's embrace as their tongues dueled with each other. His big strong hands stroked over the lean body. It was a silken thing, Krycek's body. It had no extra fat and well toned muscles that played smoothly over bone. With one of his hand over the ribs, he felt it before he heard it. A low throaty moan that sounded so much like a cat purring that Skinner wondered if Krycek was some kind of changeling. One of those magical beings that fairies substituted for regular children. There was that sense of other worldliness about the boy.
 
Skinner pressed his body over the "changeling," who squirmed into a more comfortable position. The older man threaded his fingers through long, raven hair to hold him still as he deepened the kiss. 

"Yes," Krycek groaned, "take me."

"No," Skinner ordered as he pulled back from the younger man.

"No, come on. Don't make me go to Frohike and get all of Fox's porno tapes back."

"It's not that. If we're going to do this we're going to do this right."

"What do you mean?" Krycek asked huskily. 

"Get ready, Alex. You're in my world now." His eyes glowed with a menacing dominance that shot Krycek out into orbit. This is what he wanted. This is why he wanted the big guy.

With that Skinner left Krycek in the cool water to go rooting around in the bathroom cabinets. He pulled out a box but concealed it from prying eyes. He picked out a large beach towel and asked Krycek to follow him.

Inside the bedroom he turned down the sheets then laid out the towel on the bed. He reached out a hand for Krycek who took it before leading the boy down onto the bed. When Krycek was positioned how he wanted him, he ran a callused hand down that silky skin. His fingers traced the S curve of the back bone. Krycek shuddered at the feeling.

Quickly he left the boy, leaving him puzzled as to what was happening.

In the bathroom Skinner took out a bottle from the box. He ran hot water over it as he gathered up a few supplies. Massage oil and lube came out of the cabinet before he also looked for candles. When he had those and more he shut off the water to bring all the supplies to the bedroom where Krycek was waiting.

"Don't get up boy," he commanded when Krycek tried to find out what he was doing. "You put yourself in my hands and I intend for you to get all you have coming to you."

Skinner lit the candles before settling himself over Krycek's thighs. The boy lay before him like some sensuous feast. His wide hands smoothed over skin lightly, his touch instantly calming Krycek. When he judged the boy ready, he ran a thumb along the crease that firm ass.

Krycek moaned as gentle fingers touched him. The hard thumb moved between his cheeks until it reached his puckered opening. With a light touch Skinner parted the globes to see better with. Krycek's hips arched back as his thumb was inserted into that wonderful heat. He slipped his thumb in and out until he before moving his forefinger inside too. Soon he judged Krycek ready.

"You're mine, boy. I'm going to take you and take you until you can't remember your own name."  

Skinner withdrew his thumb and forefinger before reaching for the box. He took out the enema kit and started assembling it. 

"Don't peek, boy." Skinner ordered when Krycek twisted around to see what he was doing. Skinner had to restrain him with force to keep him from looking or humping the sheets.

He had to do this right. Krycek was used to Mulder and not his bigger girth. The younger man had to be properly prepared for him. The butt plug rested nearby, next to the massage oil and leather restraints.

Carefully he inserted the nozzle into Krycek. Warm fluid flowed from the bottle and into his intestines. Krycek quivered at the feeling of being filled through out every crevice. 

It wasn't a bad feeling. He gripped the bed sheets around him, trying not to move. He was afraid that if he did Skinner would stop. It felt to good to have him quit.

Once the bottle was empty, Skinner with drew the nozzle. A slight trickle of fluid leaked out though Krycek clenched his muscles to keep it all inside.

"Don't fight it, boy. Relax." Skinner instructed as he ran a plush wash cloth between thighs. His fingers played over the rapidly filling balls. At his words, Krycek started to writhe sensuously over the bed.

Skinner reached for the large butt plug and the lube. He put a small amount on the rubber as well as over the leaking hole. Carefully he put the tapered end against the boy's anus and pushed. It slid in easily as Skinner had prepared him for this invasion earlier.

"In case you didn't notice, I'm a little big. I don't mean to hurt you boy. Mulder went through something like this before I took him. Think of it as your initiation."

Krycek purred under Skinner as he ran his oil-covered hands over the younger man. When he started rutting the sheets again, Skinner with drew his touch. 

"Turn over, boy, we're not nearly done yet."

Shifting around was a unique experience. Every time Krycek moved the large bulb inside him shifted. The warmth flooding his interior didn't help either.

Soon his erection swayed in the air, free from the trappings of the bed. He tried hard not to push as a cramp moved through him. It felt too good to loose it all at this point.

Skinner's hand massaged his stomach, easing the slight pain. It felt almost like a bruise. The kind you poked occasionally to feel that sensation.

"It's not over, boy. You still have 15 minutes." His hand ran around Krycek's groin, feeling the sable hair. "I'm going to shave you. Then I have a surprise."

"I'm going to like this, aren't I?"

"Oh, yes, boy, you're going to like it." Skinner growled.

Now that Krycek could see Skinner it was hard not to move over the bed and swallow the big man. The erection that he could see was huge. It looked like a club. The whole end was a deep purple. Pearly fluid leaked from the tip. 

When he did move the large bulb penetrating him rubbed until he started to see sun bursts on his eyes. Skinner quickly eased him back on the bed. Once he was settled Skinner picked up the shaving gel and applied it to his pubic hair.

Krycek tried to focus on something other then that huge cock that would soon be penetrating him.

Skinner's skin was flushed with arousal. Water and sweat still glistened on his skin. Nostrils flared like a panting racehorse as he concentrated on Krycek's groin. His touch was skillful as he removed hair without having to touch the overtly sensitive flesh.

Krycek had to concentrate on his breathing to keep from moving. It was hard as the pleasant cramps moved through him. The sight of Skinner between his legs was equally arousing. 

He nearly lost it when Skinner reached over and brought leather restraints into view. 

Krycek arched off the bed. Pre cum dribbled down his cock making Skinner want to lean down and taste him. 

"Keep still, boy. I don't want you coming before I want you to."

Krycek followed orders as Skinner applied liberal amounts of massage oil over his exposed skin. Soon a strap was ran along the crack of his ass, holding the butt plug in. More straps surrounded him. Skillfully Skinner wound the straps around his scrotum, rolling them slightly to make sure all the wrinkles were smoothed out and every thing fit snugly.

When the cock ring went on and Skinner immediately leaned down to kiss the tip, Krycek screamed.

Skinner carefully worked over the tip, tasting the slightly bitter fluid. With the restraights, Krycek couldn't come though he desperately wanted to. All of his skin was overtly sensitive. The blood in his ears pounded like a waterfall impacting at the base of a cliff. Nipples hardened to aching points. Fists became permanent parts of the bed as Krycek clawed through the sheets.

Firm hands covered in massage oil stroked the satiny skin. With a knowing touch, Skinner worked his hands over the tense muscles to soothe them. Slowly they relaxed under his ministrations.

Krycek was whimpering with need as that loving touch crated echoes that bounced around inside him. Being an empathy had its advantages. It made him more sensitive to touch; in fact Scully said he was dependent on it. If he concentrated he could feel his own skin as Skinner experienced it, though at this point he really didn't try. He let the sensations invade him, let Skinner get his fill of his body. 

With gentle prodding, Skinner turned Krycek over to have access to his back. Skinner moved down the back, kissing knobs of vertebra. He outlined the hard bones, such as shoulder blades with his knowing fingers. Muscles slid and twisted as he continued his kneading.

When he got to the leather strap his own erection pulsed with need. The pale flesh set off the rich brown of tanned leather. The stiff piece nestled nicely in the parted cheeks. Just on the other side of skin was a large butt plug, stretching the boy's opening for eventual penetration. 

Skinner moved the butt plug around, loosening the opening a little bit more. Krycek thrust back as if Skinner was already penetrating him. Skinner ran the flat of his hands in long strokes over those long legs. It was time. He couldn't wait anymore.

"Are you ready, boy?" he asked in a husky buzz.

Without waiting for an answer, he slung Krycek over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. The pressure of Skinner's shoulder in his abdomen felt very uncomfortable. Krycek could feel that large bulb of the plug pressing into his intestines. 

Despite all this he didn't fight. He had asked for it and he was getting it. His body quivered in anticipation. 

In the bathroom Skinner detached the butt strap and manhandled Krycek onto the toilet. Once he was situated, the butt plug was slowly teased out. It was strange to be taking a shit like this but it added a twist to the whole situation that was quite exhilarating. 

Water and waste vacated itself quickly but Skinner wouldn't let him up right away. He kept his hands on the boy's shoulders waiting to make sure every thing came out. 

This put Skinner at a disadvantage. Krycek's face was directly in the big man's groin. With madness in his eyes he grabbed the overtly large cock. Lapping at the pre-cum on the tip like a kitten with a bowl of milk.

As he descended, Skinner growled loudly. This is what Krycek was waiting for. With his mouth he could feel and experience that hugeness that penetration couldn't. 

The addictive taste of pre cum, the feel of heavy weight on your tongue, the smell of sex, and the trust that having a man's most prized possession near teeth was what Krycek craved. It spoke of a want of another person close. This was the ultimate touch, getting so close to somebody's core.

Skinner was shocked at his forwardness but the younger man was good. One large hand rested on a shoulder while the other cupped the affectionate head, fingers tangling in the raven hair.

"Oh God," Skinner moaned from the sensations. His head rolled back letting that talented mouth invade his senses.

Krycek looked up through his lashes at the distracted man. As he licked his way down the underside, tonguing the blue vein there, his hands reached back to run over thick legs.

Lightly he ran his fingers up until he reached where leg met thigh. When he reached Skinner's own ass the man tightened up just a fraction. With anybody else but Krycek they wouldn't notice it. However it was hard to hide something from an empath. 

Krycek explored this. He ran his fingers up and down Skinner's ass. There really was no difference where he touched the older man. The result was the same, a slight apprehension. Rather then keeping on until he unsettled the big man, he noted the reaction to talk with Mulder about.

Before Krycek had a chance to change his hands back to Skinner's front, the big man was manhandling him again. Soon he's up on the sink, Skinner carefully wiping and exploring his opening.

"Did Fox go through this too?" Krycek asked between kisses.

"Not quite."

"What's so special?"

"You."

Krycek paused for a second. He wasn't sure how to take it. Some small part of him wondered if being an empath made him into a boy toy, a boy toy that enjoys it. That thought wasn't comforting.

"Your beautiful like this. I knew you would." Skinner said as he stroked the trapped erection. 

It felt like little animals clawing up his spine, flipping all the switches to an on position. Skinner's thumb stroked the top as other fingers held the erection steady.

Gradually, while Krycek was distracted, Skinner took off the leather restraints.

In a husky whisper Krycek said, "What do I look like?"

"Young, beautiful. You're skin glows. And your eyes. I love your eyes." Skinner answered as he ran his fingers over Krycek's cheeks. They traced from ear to jaw and back up by his mouth. "They remind me of hot nights in the jungles. Sometimes out there you'd be so scarred. The nights were a terror, the darkness, the uncertainty, and all you wanted was to get out of that green, green jungle." 

Skinner leaned down to run along where his fingers had been with his tongue. 

"That's where I learned about sex. It wasn't the hookers on leave but a buddy of mine. We used to sneak off in the jungle. It was..." Skinner's eyes glowed strangely as he stared deeply into Krycek's own. "I loved those nights. Every noise could be the enemy or maybe our own men. That's what you remind me of. That danger, an exotic thrill. Something off limits but you'd do anything for."

"Is that why you want me?"

"No, that's icing on the cake. I love your muscular legs. You're agile and quick like a cat. Your skin is smooth and so strokeable." 

Skinner moved one hand back to Krycek's ass. He moved his fingers around until two were penetrating him. The slick oil and lube mixed together creating a wonderful sensation.

Slowly he fucked him with those two digits. Skinner moved his mouth close to Krycek's ear until breath and lips tickled as he related secrets.

"I want you, Alex. I want to ride you until you scream. I want to see what you look like just fucked and boneless against the mattress. I want to know if you always look like that or else if it's just special for me. Do you have any problems with that?"

"Only one. Quit playing and start fucking." Krycek panted.

"All in good time my boy, all in good time. I'm going to take my time with you, boy. Your mine for the night and I want to make sure you know it."

Krycek launched himself at Skinner to suck on his lips like a lamprey. Skinner threaded his hand through sable locks to hold Krycek's head steady as he sucked back. A large probing tongue slid easily between parted lips. It moved leisurely as it tasted and sampled the wonderful palate, wet skin, and hard teeth.

Krycek's legs twined themselves around Skinner's waist. Ankles locked around him as Krycek started rubbing himself against the big man. 

Skinner slid his thick hands down Krycek's thighs until he was kneading that hard ass. It was easy to lift him up off the counter top and move him into the bedroom.