For a brief instant, Skinner thought of just fucking Krycek like this. The boy was flexible enough that he could press him into the wall but he wanted more.

Before Skinner could launch the two of them onto the bed, Krycek grabbed a foot post.

"No, I want to ride you. Better position and you'll still see my eyes." Krycek breathed against Skinner's face.

Without another word, Skinner adjusted his position to sit on the bed. Soon Krycek was over him, kneeling on the bed.

It only took a moment to lube Skinner's erection up. He held it steady as he used a hand on Krycek's thigh to help guide him.

The tip pressed against loosened muscles and slid in easily. 

The heat and tightness Skinner found himself in was heavenly. Slowly the velvet grip descended over him. It was hard not to push up into it but he didn't want to go to fast for the boy.

Krycek felt the large tip penetrate him and slowly fill him up. When he started moving over the big man, he could feel the fore skin press against his insides. It was terribly erotic to follow the press of it. He even reached back a hand to feel the movement of it inside him press out.

Slowly he rocked, Skinner's huge hands on his thighs guiding him. With one hand he collected his pre cum, slicking his fingers well. He brought up the fluid to his mouth to suck on his fingers, mixing the taste of Skinner from earlier with his own.

Skinner's greedy hand tweaked and pulled at a nipple. He was unsure when it had sneaked its way up so high but he didn't voice any complaints.

"God, your sexy. I love the way you purr. Are you a little cat, boy? Some panther out of the jungles to tempt me?"

Krycek slid lips back to reveal teeth. He hissed a challenge before descending to suck on Skinner's lips.

A possessive hand held him there as Skinner devoured his mouth. He tried to attack back but the overload of the situation left him shaking as his orgasm approached.

He arched up. His spine rolling up like a cracked whip. He ran his nails over Skinner's chest, leaving thin streaks of blood from their passage.

Thighs gripped Skinner as hard as the big man had the rubber handles of the row machine.

Harder and faster he rode Skinner. 

Skinner reached up to take hold of Krycek's erection. In only a few tugs the boy was coming over him, his seed splashing over a panting chest. 

Internal muscles clutched Skinner impossibly hard. It was like his cock was being swallowed by Krycek, pulling his own orgasm out. Semen pulsed into the boy, filling him.

They both growled out their satisfaction before Krycek fell against Skinner in lazy satisfaction.

Over him Krycek purred as he settled against the big man. When Skinner adjusted him to look into eyes they were lazy and sated. He held onto raven hair, adjusting him to kiss those cupid bow lips.

It took a while to wind down after that explosion but when he did he noted the slippery semen over him as well as Krycek's weight.

"You'd better get off, boy. Your practically hairless but it'll hurt like a bitch when this dries."

"Whose fault is that, chewbacca?"

Krycek yelped when Skinner pinched his ass. "Don't mess with me, boy. I have a lot more toys to play with. I think I even have that manrammer thing in my freezer."

"So that's where it went."

"Yea, I didn't trust Mulder with it." Skinner said as he prodded at Krycek. "Now get off me before this stuff dries."

Krycek mewled as Skinner pulled out and rolled him over to the side of the bed. Krycek lay there like a cat lounging in the sun as Skinner went to the bathroom to clean up.

When he got back, Krycek was twisted up in a near fetal position on the other side of the bed.

Skinner settled back on his side of the bed. In short order he had the sheets up over him and the pillow tucked nicely into his shoulder.

As he moved to tuck his right arm around himself he found Krycek snuggled against his chest. The boy had moved into the position so fast that Skinner wasn't sure where he came from. Already soft noises of sleepy contentment were ruffling his chest hairs. Raven hair spilled down, brushing his chin.

Skinner lay still in shock. He was not a *touchy-feely* type of guy. Nor was he one to *cuddle* but Krycek was a different kind of guy. There were different rules then what he had with Mulder. 

It seemed to be the order of the day.

Skinner wrapped his arm around the young man, holding him close. He could feel his heart beating against his chest as Krycek settled his cheek against his sternum.

With a lazy sigh of contentment, he closed his eyes to go to sleep.
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Mulder pressed the intercom buzzer as he stood in front of the heavy steel door. 

"What's the code?" Frohike's voice came through the grill.

"Tootie Fruity, all a routie."

There was a quick buzz and then a click as the door opened to let Mulder into the Lone Gunman head quarters.

"So did you get it, Frohike?"

"Got it and mixed it." Frohike said as he held up two videocassettes. "This one is what you asked for. Straight shot of both of them with just the proper make out music. I like the other one better. It has what they're talking about with some 'creative' sound effects. It also shows them from several views when they start going at it."

"You were just supposed to record them. You weren't supposed to play around with it or watch it." Mulder said with venom in his voice.

"I had to watch them. I made sure the images were clear and the music matched up. Come on, Mulder, you gave me better stuff when you started boinkin Krycek."

"I don't care." Mulder declared as he crowded the trollish man. "I want all your copies now."

"No problem, man. I was going to give them to you any way and destroy the rest." Frohike said as he started collecting several different tapes and disks nearby. Doing his best to placate his friend. "This is it, buddy."

"It had better be or else I won't drop any more hints to Scully at what a great guy you are."

"Don't want to risk my only chance at her."

"No, no you wouldn't." Mulder said distracted. His focus was really on the videocassettes. He really wanted to see what Skinner did to Krycek. 

Most people thought that he was really self absorbed and clueless but in reality he understood a lot. If people thought you were clueless it was easier to let something slip. He's gotten a lot of information through little slips like that. 

Whenever he got home from a case, Krycek practically would throw himself into his arms and Skinner wouldn't look him in the face. The large bulge in his pants was the largest tip off of all. Mulder knew it was a matter of time until the two men got together. 

He wasn't jealous. Skinner was a better match for Krycek anyway. At least he had a video for his new collection.

"Enjoy it, Buddy." Frohike said as he led Mulder out the door. 

Once the agent was out the door and a safe distance away, Frohike retreated to his room. Once situated on the bed, fly open of course, he picked up the remote to turn on the TV. Soon images of Krycek riding Skinner flickered.

"Idiot," he said to the darkness as he started panting in time to the video. 
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