Title:  Smell
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: 03/09/02
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: PWP
NOTES: Thanks to Josan as always. Parts of No Title by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) quoted below. I don't think she'll sue me, but just in case I'm unemployed and close to bankrupt so don't bother.  For those of you who watch Queer as Folk the US version, this was inspired by last Sunday's episode. If you want to see the clip go here http://www.xhaleslowly.com/qaf/videos.html and watch Take a Guess

Yet many a man is making friends with death
even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
pinned down by need and moaning for release
or nagged by want past resolutions power,
I might be driven to sell you love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It may well be.  I do not think I would.

Walter entered the dark house. It was late and he was tired.  He wandered into the den and was about to flip the light switch when a low sexy voice spoke from the dark.

"Walter, what the fuck are you doing out so late?"

Walter turned on the small lamp by the door and took in the sight of the dark haired man. It had been three months this time. He had begun to think him dead.

"Guess."

Alex's eyes blinked as he adjusted to the light. He took in the heavy boots, the skin-tight leather, a size too small black tank, and lack of glasses.

Walter had been out cruising.

Alex made a low growling noise and launched himself at the older man. He kissed him hard, sticking his tongue deep into Skinner's mouth, looking for the taste of another man. When the kiss ended, Alex burrowed his nose in the throat of the big man.

"At least you didn't kiss him. What did he look like?"

"What they always look like, as different from you as I can find. That way I know I won't call them by your name."

Alex ran his nose up along Walter's throat, sniffing as he went.

"Blond?"

"Yes."

"Blue eyes?"

"Yes."

"Just tall enough to make it easy to fuck him standing up?"

"Just that tall."

"He has lousy taste in aftershave."

"I wasn't cruising for aftershave."

"Did he wear you out, old man, or have you got something left for me?"

"The day you can keep up with me is the day you can start calling me old man. Come help me wash off this lousy aftershave."

Alex stepped back, turning off the light before following Walter through the dark house to the master bath. Walter stripped off the tank shirt and sniffed it before throwing it in the hamper. Alex laughed at the grimace on Skinner's face.

When both men were naked, Alex pulled Walter close again, sniffing down his chest, nuzzling the hair around his nipples.

"You really did just fuck him against the wall, didn't you?"

"How did you determine that?"

"There's no trace of his scent on your chest. They might like it if you spent a little more time with them."

"Fuck what they want. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend. All I wanted was a quick piece of ass. I bought him drinks and gave him cab fare."

"Paying for it now?"

"You always pay for it one way or another. Come on, the water's hot."

Alex allowed Walter to pull him into the shower. They scrubbed each other hurriedly, both hard and needy. They fell onto the bed still wet, tongues warring as hands gripped with bruising force. Rolling and humping against each other.

When Walter couldn't wait another minute, he rolled away and pulled out the lube and a condom. Alex held his breath as Walter rolled the condom down over Alex's thick cock then smeared lube generously over it. Walter might top in all the gay bars in town but here, in his bed, with this man, he bottomed joyfully.

Shoving a pillow under his hips, he spread his legs and grinned his 'come fuck me' grin at Alex. That was all the invitation Alex needed. He positioned himself between Walter's legs, lifting them to rest on his shoulders.

Walter moaned as Alex's cock pressed against his ass. When Alex rammed inside him, Walter expressed himself quite fluently.

"Yes! Fuck Me!"

Alex responded equally as fluently by biting hard on the leg resting on his shoulder. Walter screamed, his ass contracted around the thick cock, and his hands pulled at the sheets under him. Alex began moving then, taking Walter with all the pent up lust from the three months they had been apart.

Walter's voice was rough with need as he encouraged Alex.

"Harder! Alex! Fuck me! Make it hurt! I want to know this wasn't a dream when I wake up in the morning."

"You'll know all right because I'll be fucking this tight ass of yours."

Walter went still.

"You'll be here in the morning?"

Alex stopped thrusting to lean down and kiss Walter.

"I'll be here in the morning unless you don't want me to be."

"I want."

The brown eyes gave away the fact that he wanted far more than just the morning.

"Come for me, old man. It's been too long and I can't hold on much longer. But I promise I'll wear you out in the morning."

Walter's hand reached to stroke his cock as Alex pumped viciously into his body.  Walter's sperm shot into the air as Alex drove in with a grunt and gripped Walter's leg leaving fingerprint bruises. Alex dropped to lie on Walter's chest until they calmed. Then he went for a cloth to clean Walter, blanching when he saw the small trace of blood.

"What, Alex?"

"I made you bleed."

Walter shrugged, "Won't be the last time if we're lucky. Toss that and come snuggle with me."

The cloth was tossed into the bathroom. Walter pulled Alex close, kissed him tenderly and turned out the light.

He was almost asleep when Alex spoke.

"Walter, I've changed my mind."

"What? About what?"

"I know I told you I didn't care if you went out and got laid but I don't like smelling other men on you."

"I don't like spending three months wondering if you're still alive."

"Walter, you know I can't be here all the time. I have to..."

Walter's hand covered his mouth.

"I know, Alex. I'll settle for a phone call once a week. A 'hi, I'm alive, bye' would be enough."

"That's it? That's all you want? You'll stop fucking around?"

"I will if you will."

"Walter, I haven't fucked anyone but you for the last two years."

Walter pulled away and turned on the light. Brown eyes staring into green ones.

"You mean that, don't you?"

"Yes," Alex said softly, then gathered his courage and prayed. "I'm in love with you, in case you haven't noticed."

Walter blinked, then swallowed. "I'm dull witted. You have to spell it out for me." He paused for a moment, and then grinned. "You know those phone calls could do more than let me know you were alive."

"What do you mean?"

"Jerking off with your voice in my ear would be better than fucking a dozen boys against the wall."

"You've got yourself a deal, Walter Sergei Skinner."

"Great. Now, what time should I expect my wake up call?"

"We can sleep in. I'm spending the week."

"I'll call Kim tomorrow and tell her to cancel my appointments. I feel the need for some vacation time."

Walter turned off the light and pulled Alex close.

"By the way, I love you too, Alexei Nikolai Krycek."

End

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