Title: Hauptrechner-Satellitenrechner
Author: Peach
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Krycek
Warnings: This story contains m/m relationship. If these things bother you *GO AWAY NOW*
Rating: NC17
Date: 05/08/02
Archive: No
Website: http://us.oocities.com/peach1250/index.html
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner, Krycek and the X-Files belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network. No copyright Infringement is intended no money is being made.
Summary: Alex's thoughts on possessing Walter.
NOTES: Thanks to Josan as always. For JenR just cause.

"Fuck!"

"Yes, Walter, that's what I'm doing."

I grinned before I nuzzled into his throat. Walter had been sound asleep when I rammed inside him. I knew he was sore. We'd had a busy weekend. I had been out of town for two weeks and had come home needing to take possession again.

We had spent Friday night in the basement. With him in tight bondage, sight, sound taken from him as well. I had played long and hard with my slave. Denied him orgasm until the wee hours of the morning.

By the time I reached my third orgasm, he was writhing with his need. When I finally allowed him to come, his scream was a thing of beauty. His body arched to the limits of the cuffs. He'd be sporting those bruises for at least a week. We had clung weakly to each other as we had staggered up the stairs to our bedroom.

I still, after all this time, don't understand my need to dominate him this way or his need to allow it. I'm sure the explanation lies in one of our past lives but I just haven't figured it out yet. The one time I tried to discuss it with him, he shrugged it off.

"We love each other. We have loved each other, lifetime after lifetime. What we do together makes us both happy. That's all I need to know."

I pumped into him slowly, enjoying the feel of him the smell of him. The bedroom smelled like a cathouse and I reveled in that as well.

"Alex, I'm sore."

"I know you are."

But I continued to move deep inside him. I waited for him to tell me to stop. I've never continued once he's asked me to stop. But he said nothing more, just shifted and wrapped one leg up over my hip. I moaned against his neck and kissed him reverently, because I do revere the man. How could I not?

He was so hot inside. It was like sticking my dick into a slick, tight oven. My come from hours before kept liquid and slippery in his hot body. I move easily into and out of his body, his muscles relaxed to allow me free movement. But that is a deception, because once I'm close to coming, he tightens down on me and feels like a virgin wrapped around my aching cock.

I never get bored with him. All the lifetimes we've lived and he always keeps my attention. He says it's because we actually share conversations and have similar interests. How could anyone become bored with a lover who responds to the lightest touch, the softest whisper, and the tilt of my head?

I ran my hand down his belly to find him erect and leaking. I smeared his pre-come over the head and began to jack him off. He moaned as he tried to hold on. He always tries to wait until I tell him, most times he succeeds. Except when I'm determined for him to fail.

"Kommen, Satellitenrechner."

"Ja, Hauptrechner."

His dick throbbed in my hand, spraying come onto the bed. I surged inside him as deeply as possible, my own dick throbbing as I came. He shook against me with the power of his climax. I knew that it would be better to pull out then while he was still riding the wave of pleasure. The perverse part of me wanted to stay inside, so he'd moan with pain when I pulled out.

I held on to him tightly, this man who loves me, I know not why. I sucked at his neck waiting for us both to ease back to the world. I felt the vibrations of the moan as I pull slowly out of him. Loving that he gives me his pain as readily as his pleasure.

"Jesus, I'm sore."

"I would have stopped if you had asked."

"I know. I need to reconnect as badly as you do when you're away so long."

"I love you, Walter."

"As I love you."

He turned far enough in my arms to offer his mouth and I accepted. Kissing is an art form for Walter. He makes me feel as though I'm being devoured as the sweetest treat ever eaten. Other times, he is as gentle as if kissing a baby's lips.

I continued to move my hand over him, tweaking tender nipples, dipping a fingertip into his belly button, slipping down to roll his balls in their sac. He moaned against my lips and I knew that his whole body was over sensitized from our long play sessions over the weekend.

I trailed my hand back up to cup his face as I licked my way out of his mouth. His eyes sparkled at me in the early morning light coming in the windows.

"Stay here and rest. I'll start the tub then go get us something to snack on. The rest of the day we'll take it easy."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

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