Warning, Skinner's Trial is not done but the following stories "Lust and Love" is while it's following "Blackmail" is half done.

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

SPOILER WARNING: Up to Season 6.

RATING Etc.: NC-17 - Krycek/Others. Rape.

SUMMARY: Krycek gets raped and Mulder has to come to terms with their relationship. Skinner is also there for support. Scully figures out what happens and gets some answers.

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.

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

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Skinner's Trial
pt. L                by StarWindDancer
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      The Boom Room Bar
      8:30 p.m. Tuesday


Alex Krycek sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. He was so down in the dumps he barely noticed when the bartender put the drink in front of him. 

It had been a long week. Mulder had left on a case, leaving him alone in the apartment. Skinner wasn't talking to him. It had seemed like an easy plan to seduce Skinner in order to get him and Mulder back together but Skinner's sense of conscious was too much for him. Krycek loved the big man, not as much as Mulder, but Skinner didn't see things his way. 

Krycek looked around the bar. He had wanted to get out and meet people but all he really wanted was for Mulder to touch him. When ever the agent left, he always felt so empty. Sometimes it was hard just to even get out of bed.

This place was packed with people, dancing, talking, drinking, and basically getting on with their lives. It took a while watching them to starting to feeling like he existed. Across the room he saw a cowgirl smile brightly at him and he smiled right back. He wasn't looking for companion ship, he just wanted to live a little.

That was why he accepted a drink from a guy who sat down next to him.

"You look a little lonely there, mind if I buy you a drink?" The man sat down on the barstool next to Krycek. He was a plain looking man in T-shirt and jeans with a plaid farmer's shirt hanging open. 

"Sure, why not." Krycek replied. He could use the companionship.

"Name's Jones. I haven't seen you here before. New to the area?"

"Alex," he replied shaking Jones' hand. "I've lived in D.C. for a long time but I recently moved to a place near here."

"Checking out the scene?"

"Kind of. I just had to get out of the apartment for a while, meet some people."

"Know what you mean. I share a place with a couple of friends but sometimes you just need to see a new face."

Krycek smiled at him while he took a deep drink from his bud. He didn't usually drink beer, or American beer but it seemed like the order for the night. He watched Jones take a drink of his own. 

Jones caught him watching and blushed deeply when the man's eyes met his.

"Sorry, didn't mean to stare."

"No problem man. Why don't we grab a corner booth for some privacy?"

"I don't know..."

"We can talk better over there without having to worry about people interrupting us." Jones leaned in close to Krycek as another person moved around him to pick up a drink from the bar. At Krycek's nod Jones stood up and made his way over to a side booth.

The booth was a bit far from the jukebox and the dancers. Most of the other people were at that end of the bar, giving them a large measure of privacy. 

"So what do you do for a living?" Jones asked friendly, trying to drum up a conversation.

"I'm kind of between jobs right now."

"What? Get fired?"

"Umm, something like that." Krycek grinned into his beer as he thought over the events of the past year. His life had certainly changed. Luckily for the better.

"What about you?"

"Just a lowly slob at a manufacturing plant. All I do all day is put tab A into slot C."

"That must be incredibly boring. I couldn't imagin my life like that."

"Surely you could. Don't you work in construction?"

"No, why would you think that?"

"You just look like the type. You got the muscles for it and the grace." Jones said as he leaned in closer to Krycek though he didn't need to. Krycek didn't notice. "You look a lot like that guy from the Diet Coke break commercials."

"Thanks. Surely your life must be more interesting then tab A/slot C all day long. What else do you do?"

Jones smiled at the younger man. So far he seemed interested so he started to beguile Krycek with stories of his life. Throughout the entire conversation Krycek hung on his words, responding positively to Jones advances. The guy seemed eager to hear about Jones' life.

"So the Rabbi looks down at all the crab the waiter dumped in his lap and says 'Can I get that to go." Jones says a few hours later.

"Oh, god. Did he really say that?" Krycek said as he laughed around his beer.

"On my word as a choir boy." Jones raised his hand in the Boy Scout signal of honesty.

"You know you got your signs mixed up."

"I didn't know choir boys had a sign."

"I think it looks something like this." Krycek threaded his thumbs together, making a shadow bird.

"What the heck is that?"

"It's angle wings."

"Choir boys don't have angle wings."

"Yeah, well, it makes better sense then the Boy Scout honor sign."

Jones shrugged his shoulders. He looked at the man across from him. Green eyes twinkled as the young man took a long, sensuous drink from his beer. His tongue next came out to rim the bottle making sure to pick up the droplets. Jones wasn't sure whether it was an unconscious action or not. But still something about the guy begged to be touched.

Taking a chance, Jones reached out to put his hand over Krycek's. The man stopped immediately at the touch. Jones ran his fingers lightly up and down the still arm.

"You know, it's kind of getting late. How about we go to my place?"

"I can't," Krycek whispered softly. He watched Jones tanned fingers draw light circles over the back of his hand. The movements tingled like a static field was passing over his hand. He tried to pull away but it seemed like his hand was nailed to the table.

"Why not?"

"I'm in a long term relationship. I love him dearly. I don't want to be with anybody else."

"I thought you were interested."

"Listen, I'm sorry if you thought I was leading you on or something but Fox and I are really committed to each other. I'd better go." Krycek said, shaking himself out of his stupor. As he got up to leave, Jones grabbed his wrist, halting his retreat.

"You don't have to go. It's ok. I just thought we could have some fun times together that's all. Sit down. I'll buy you a consolation beer."

"You don't have to."

"No, no, I insist. It's the least I could do." Jones said as he went to the bar to pick up a new round of drinks. Krycek sank into the booth waiting for the man to get back.

At the bar Jones ordered two buds then lounged against the bar watching the other man. Krycek sat there looking like a nervous virgin protecting her honor. Jones licked his lips thinking about the man. All night Krycek had hit on him, licking his lips and batting those long eyelashes. Jones had never seen a guy as sexy as Krycek. However the guy was a little jumpy after Jones had hit on him but he knew of a way to calm the young man down. When the two drinks came up he slipped a pill into Krycek's drink. The pill fizzled in the alcohol and Jones swirled it around to help it dissolve.

At the table Krycek smiled up friendly at Jones. He felt himself stir to nearly unbearable purporting. //Tease me a little more, Alex.// Jones thought to himself as he handed Krycek his beer. //You and I are going to have such a fun time tonight. Just drink your beer and you'll feel so much better.//

"So you and this Fox guy are a serious item, huh?"

Krycek blushed and lowered his eyes shyly. The little smirk he flashed Jones begged to be kissed off. "Yeah. I'd do anything for Fox and he'd do anything for me. I don't think anything could separate us."

"Apparently something has. You're here, he's not."

"He's out of town for a while."

"If I had a beauty like you at home I'd never let you out of my sight."

"Wha... I told you I'm not interested."

"I know. I know. I'm just jealous of this Fox. He's got to be a pretty interesting guy. I bet he's gorgeous just like you. Lives up to the name and all that."

"You don't know the half of it. He's so brilliant and funny. Whenever he touches me I feel like I'm in heaven." Krycek's eyes lit up at the picture of Fox in bed with him, holding him close. Being in Mulder's arms was heaven to Krycek. He had even fought death to get back to his love.

Jones watched Krycek start to glow with sexual energy in front of him. He had to adjust in his seat to ease the throbbing in his pants. //Drink a little faster, buddy. I don't know how long I can wait.//

"I love Fox with all my heart. There's nobody on this planet like him."

"Sounds almost like you're the lucky guy and not him."

"Oh, I am, I am. There isn't a day that goes by that I'm thankful we're together."

"I wish I could find somebody like that."

"Maybe you will someday," Krycek said as he reached over to squeeze Jones hand. Without meaning to he left his hand there, enjoying the feeling of skin.

Jones watched Krycek beam with love. He really was jealous of the two men. For a brief instant he thought about leaving Krycek behind at the bar, let the bartender get the 'drunk' home all right but Jones wanted this man from the first moment he saw the lovely and he always got what he wanted.

The room started to strobe in front of Krycek's eyes. Every thing slowed down and seemed to back off a step. It was like all of a sudden Krycek was watching a movie of him in a bar. He shook his head to shake off the feeling but everything got worse. It felt like he had just ridden a roller coaster, he wanted to throw up so badly.

"You ok man, your starting to look a little pale." Jones said as he leaned in and put a steadying hand on Krycek's shoulder, lust burning in his eyes.

To Krycek, Jones' hand felt like a firebrand. His touch burned through his body, it felt like he had molten gold in his veins. It moved through him. Krycek let out a low moan from the sensation as he slid farther down in his seat.

Dominating the view was Jones' large lips. Without thought Krycek reached out to brush his fingertips across them. It was like a lightning bolt as their skin connected.

"You want to go back to my place, Alex?"

Krycek nodded, not taking his eyes off the strobeing view of Jones over him. Jones pulled out of Krycek's touch. Fingers closed slowly in the air trying to grab at the sensations that left him bearfit.

Krycek felt himself rise up. For a brief moment he thought he'd just float off but Jones was back there in front of him. Krycek grabbed onto the stranger, trying to steady himself.

"You got friendly right quick." Jones commented as he brought his mouth down to Krycek's. The young man clung to him, sucking on his mouth like it was a life or death situation. Jones was hard put not to flip the guy over and fuck him in the bar.

Jones pulled back intending to lead them out but Krycek nearly fell over when he let go. The little whimper of want made Jones grateful he had picked up the man.

"Have a little patience. We'll be back at my place in no time then we have all night." Jones leered at the man clinging to him. 
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      13125 Roland Dr. Apt. 61
      11:13 p.m. Tuesday

Jones stumbled into the apartment he shared with 4 other guys. Krycek stuck to him like a wet T-shirt, his hands sliding all over Jones. 

"Hey, Jonesy got himself another one. Did you pay for this one too?"

"Can't talk. Kissing." Jones replied to the man lounging on the couch. He quickly stripped off his plaid shirt and the T underneath. Krycek's mouth was on him like a jellyfish as the two went back to Jones' room. The door slammed shut, effectively cutting off any further communication.

"He caught himself a cutie this time. God, did you see him. Now that is an ass made to fuck." The man sitting in the bean chair said to the first one.

"Definitely. One thing you gotta say about Jonesy is that he has good taste."

Loud noises started drifting out of Jones' room making the three roommates home at that time incredible horny.

Inside the room Jones tried peeling off Krycek's pants. No matter how he moved the young man grabbed his hands to pull his grip back around his waist.

"More," Krycek moaned against Jones lips as he ferociously bit and sucked. 

"Just give me a chance to get our clothes off." Jones grabbed Krycek then used his body strength to throw him to the bed. Krycek arched his back at the feeling of the sudden movement. It was like fire works going off in his head as he watched the room swim around him. 

Jones peeled off his pants, letting his trapped erection free. It bobbed in the air, dripping with pre come. He gripped it in a firm hand as he watched Krycek writhe on the bed in sexual lust.

Jones smirked at him. The pills were just supposed to relax the man, let a wall or two down but Krycek went from hesitant pickup to full slut. Apparently Fox couldn't take care of Krycek like he should.

Wide, dilated eyes slid over the room until they came upon the big cock Jones was holding. Krycek tried to get off the bed, drawn by the erotic sight but his body didn't seem to want to co-operate.

"Let me suck you." Krycek groaned lustily. The red head pulsed in front of him as it got incredibly big, filling his vision. "Please."

"God, your a hot little slut, aren't you. You want this?" Jones asked as he stroked himself in front of Krycek. At the affirmative sounding moan he commanded, "Take off your cloths. I want to see you."

Krycek ran his hands down his body. Where ever they touched it seemed like somebody else's hands on him, leaving behind a trail of fire. He grabbed at his buttons, trying to undo them but his hands didn't follow orders. After the third unsuccessful attempt he whimpered in frustration.

"Fuck that. You're taking too long." 

The sound seemed to come out of nowhere to Krycek. Instinctively he moved towards it, seeking some type of contact. Soon there were hands on him. At the feel of hands it was like spontaneous combustion. The orgasm that rocked through him left him a shaking mass on the bed.

"Damn," Jones said as he finally peeled off Krycek's clothes and watched him spurt up into the air. Never had he seen someone just come like that. Jones' cock throbbed at the thought of being inside this man.

In only a few moments Krycek was pulling Jones down on top of him. Eagerly Krycek sucked at whatever skin he could get his mouth near. Following hands gripped around Krycek's writhing body.

Krycek stared at the ceiling as Jones moved over him. The lights seemed to spin off, spiraling like pinwheels. Soon two disjointed legs came within view. Toes wriggled, looking like all the world like they were dancing on the ceiling. Krycek giggled at the sight until he felt two fingers poking him in intimate regions.

The incredible feeling of their movement over his sensitive flesh made him want more. He tried pulling Jones back to him, desperate to feel skin but the other man wasn't co-operating just yet.

Seconds later Krycek felt the head of a large penis entering him. He grabbed at sheets at the sensation. Jones' head floated into view to recapture his mouth. 

Krycek felt like an electrical conduit. When Jones started moving inside him, it was like an electrical shock. He arched up into the contact and nearly dislodged the stranger.

"God, you're so hot and tight." Jones grunted as he moved with in. Underneath Krycek groaned and moaned his encouragement. Jones could feel the coiled spring within twining tighter with a second orgasm. 

Jones thrust heavily in before drawing out. Animal noises bounced off the walls as he pounded into Krycek. His erection rolled between the sweaty bodies. Jones knew that if he touched the younger man it would be all over for him.

As Jones own orgasm approached he thrust harder and faster. Krycek's eyelids hovered at almost closed. The naked sexual lust turned the normally beautiful features into pure sexual perfection. 

Jones leaned down to swallow the screams. He thrust his tongue in as far as it would go. In seconds Krycek came a second time, his internal contractions squeezing Jones until he thought that his cock may be consumed by the young man.

Exhausted, he collapsed on top of Krycek. It took him a few moments to become aware of his surroundings. When he did he found Krycek still clinging to him, urging him on though his cock was flaccid but still buried in the young man's heat.

"Listen man, that was phenomenal but I'm going to need a while to reload." Jones tried to rise to pull out but Krycek's octopus grip wouldn't let him.

"More, I need more," Krycek moaned in sexual over load. He could feel every single skin cell in contact with the stranger. "Skin, more."

"Damn, I picked up a nympho." Jones noted to himself. "I can't give you more but I have some buddies in the next room. Would you like a crack at them too?"

Krycek's only response was to groan and squeeze his internal muscles on Jones' cock still inside him.

"Gang bang it is," Jones said as a new wave of lust moved through him. He finally disentangled himself from the writhing man and left the room.

Krycek watched Jones leave. Suddenly the room felt very cold and lonely. His whole body sagged against the bed like a puppet whose strings were cut. Eyes glazed and unfocused stared mutely at the ceiling, waiting for the new puppeteer.

Soon three of Jones' roommates came in with the naked man. The heady aroma of sex permitted the area.

The sudden feel of warm bodies in the room turned Krycek back on. Waves of lust raced through his veins. It felt like he was in the middle of a tornado or wild fire.

"Yes," Krycek moaned into the air as the sensations of the men approaching him. Everything pulsed around him in time with his erratic heartbeat.

"He is hot." One man said.

"Are you sure this is all right?" Another asked as he watched that perfect body writhe around on the bed.

"I'm tellin you, he's hot to trot. Just touch him. Go ahead." Jones urged. 

One of the men approached Krycek who immediately clung to the man, pulling him down. Krycek made his best attempt to devour the man. The feeling of a body, a mind so close seemed to make the world right.

Besides the bed the other two men stripped off their clothes to climb onto the bed. Suddenly Krycek was inundated with trailing fire touches. There seemed like so much skin to touch and feel and kiss. It was over whelming. 

Suddenly the room tilted at odd angles. Pale flesh of arms and legs rose out of the bed to hold him hovering over the tiger stripped sheets.

Krycek felt strong hands grip his waist moments before he felt another man's cock penetrate him. He forced himself back on the intruding member, feeling the skin slide against his insides. The absolute wonder of it was staggering as the man seemed to reach deeper inside him then anyone had ever before.

Out of the mist of his vision he saw another cock beckoning. He tried to move towards it but the hands on his thighs were insistent on keeping him there. He moaned and groaned as he felt the thrust but knew he had to have more.

"I need skin, please, more." Krycek moaned. He licked his lips as he stared at the wavering cock.

"You're a happy little slut, aren't you." Jones commented as he watched his buddy drive into the young man. Already he could feel himself stir as he stroked himself.

He watched his friend come deep inside the younger man, screaming his pleasure. When he pulled out Krycek thrust his ass back trying to seek that contact once again. Soon another of Jones' friends took his position behind Krycek to drive into the lust driven man.

The last man sat down carefully on the bed now that he had taken off his clothes. He threw a leg over Krycek's head so that his crotch was right in the man's face. Soon Krycek was swallowing him to the root.

The room seemed to take on a surreal quality. Like suddenly he was in the pictures with the melting clocks. Every thing ran together including the feel of skin.

It was like it was his own cock he was sucking, his own cock fucking him. Skin melted and ran together in his senses until he didn't know where he began and the others ended. It was one huge beast contorted around in sexual frenzy.

The bitter tang of semen exploded in his mouth taking him along for the ride. He could feel the hot fluid enter him in his southern areas. He started coming and coming and coming. The orgasm and semen and flesh and sweat invaded the all of him until with blessed release he sank down into the oblivion.
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13125 Roland Dr. Apt. 61
9:48 a.m. Wednesday.

Krycek woke up warm and sore. His head throbbed with a pain seldom felt. Everything felt like it had been put in a blender and puréed on high. He sat up, holding onto his head like he could stop it from fragmenting.

"Ohh."

"Good morning, hot lips." Jones said as he stretched out on the bed next to Krycek and yawned.

"Ohh, god, what happened?"

"Best sex ever. I wish I'd a known you were such a slut I would have brought more people to the party."

"Wha..." Krycek said as he took in his surroundings. Brief images of bodies and bending shapes flooded his memory. 

"You know, I don't have to be at work for a couple more hours. We could go another round if you like." Jones said as he trailed a hand down the smooth back.

"Oh, god, no." Krycek said. The hand down his back sent spirals of lust coursing through him. He arched into the touch as his mind screamed at him to pull away. "No, I did not just...I got to get out of here."

"Why? What's your hurry?" Jones said as he sat up in bed, thinking the young man might bolt before he got lucky again.

"I have to go home. I can't stay here."

"Last night you couldn't have enough and now you want to leave." Disbelief toned his words to a near yell. Jones watched as Krycek looked around the room for his clothes.

Shakily he pulled on pants but suddenly had to sit on the edge of the bed as waves of lust rushed through him, his cock starting to harden. //This isn't happening, this isn't happening.// Chorused through his mind.

Jones crawled over the bed to crouch behind the man. His arms went around him, holding him from behind. Fingers started exploring skin.

"Why don't you stay a while. I have a morning erection you can take care of."

As fingertips moved past his face, Krycek adjusted himself so he could suck on the fleshy digits. His hand moved to his groin to stroke himself in time with the cock moving against his lower back. A long moan escaped him before he could think.

Instantly Krycek shook himself out of the lustful daze. He concentrated on Mulder. There was no way he could have betrayed him like that.

"No, no, I have to get out of here."

"Seems like your reluctant to leave to me." Jones stated as he pulled Krycek back to the bed.

Half-heartedly Krycek struggled. Hands and mouth were insistent upon him. He wanted Jones to stop but he also wanted him to never stop. Everything was mixed up.

"You want this as badly as I do. Stop fighting me, I can make you feel so good."

"No, please stop," Krycek moaned. The feel of Jones on top of him was heady.

"You want to play hard to get now, after last night?" Jones said against his chest. Krycek's hands were held fast in Jones' hair, pulling him closer even though his mind screamed at him to pull him off. Teeth pulled on sensitive nipples, causing Krycek to arch up into the contact.

"I can't do this." Krycek said, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself rather then Jones.

"Yes, you can." The heady spell of power and lust stained Jones voice. Krycek felt powerless.

Jones pulled back and quickly flipped Krycek over. He tried to rise up off the bed, tried to push himself away but Jones quickly took hold of his wrists and brought them up over Krycek's head. 

His mouth sucked and licked up and down Krycek's back. Strong legs pumped against him, poking him with an erection.

"Damn, I gotta take a piss," Jones said above him. Krycek pressed himself further into the mattress, unsure of what to do. "Oh, well, what the fuck. You like it kinky."

Jones drove himself in deep into Krycek. Hot warmth flooded his interior as the acrid smell of urine assaulted his nose. Slowly Krycek could feel Jones relax over him in relief. With a will of its own, his own body relaxed until he was slumped against the bed. 

It didn't take long for Jones to empty his bladder inside Krycek then start to move. Skin slipped against skin as the stranger's nuts slapped against his spread thighs. Despite his disgust at the situation, Krycek felt himself getting hard. Soon he was thrusting into the sheets in tandem to Jones' movements inside him.

Tears welled up in his eyes as sunburst of pleasure shot through him every time Jones hit his prostate. He burrowed his head into the mattress to muffle his whimpers as he felt Jones' hand encircle his body to take hold of his erection. 

Jones pumped Krycek's cock hard and fast as he slammed himself into his ass. 

Never had Krycek felt so helpless or more alone. He wanted to crawl away and find someplace dark and deep to hide in but the sensation of another man within him wouldn't allow him that release.

"Ahh," Jones screamed as he started coming. Soon Krycek's own orgasm leaked from him into the sheets. "Mmm, that was good. Glad you stayed?"

Krycek didn't answer. He didn't know what to do.

"I need a shower. Want to join me?"

Krycek nodded under him. When Jones pulled out he couldn't help but whimper at the loss of sensation. 

Jones left the room, leaving Krycek totally alone. It took a few moments for this fact to register before he started moving. He hastily pulled on his pants and shoes. He didn't see his shirt so he grabbed one of Jones' before running out of the apartment.
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Crystal City, Skinner's apartment
11:36 a.m. Wednesday

Hastily Krycek jimmied Skinner's lock and let himself in. There was no way he wanted to go home. He never wanted Mulder to see him again. Betraying the man he loved like that cut into him so deep that for a moment he wished he had a gun.

Krycek moved through Skinner's apartment, glad that the big man was still at work. He stripped away the dirty clothes as he made his way to the bathroom. Next he stepped into the shower, turning the water on full, hot blast. 

With soap and scrub brush he assaulted his skin, trying to get rid of all the evidence of his betrayal. He watched the suds flow down skin as his hands moved.

Unbidden images of other hands and mouths on him came floating up through his memory.

"No," he screamed at the visions. "Go away."

He dropped the soap and looked deep into the tiles, trying to find someplace far away from the visions. 

The beige surrounded him, drawing him in. Water cascaded forgotten over him as he shut down.
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