Title: Skinner's Balcony (Alex's POV)
Author: Peach
Email address: peach1250@hotmail.com
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Krycek
Warnings: This story contains explicit m/m sex. If these things bother you *GO AWAY NOW* 
*RAPE Alert*
Rating: NC17
Date: 2/25/01
Archive: DitB, Slashing Mulder, RatB, SKSA, WWOMB. Others just ask.
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner and Mulder, and 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 remembers the pain and pleasure of Walter's anger.
NOTE: This story is part of the Anniversary and Valentine's Day series. More to come (pun intended, you know how the boys are) Also in the series Boys Night Out and Christmas. This is for you Ursula.
I've been remiss in giving Josan beta credit. I apologize Jose. Without her help Boys Night Out and Christmas would not have been nearly as good.

Fucking Mulder! He said he would take me someplace safe. Taking me to Skinner was safe in one way but not in another. I wasn't surprised that he hit me. Just once.

I never expected him to do what he did when Mulder left.

When he said we weren't even, I expected more punishment, just not that kind of punishment.

I looked up when I heard the door open. He stood there, arms crossed over that broad chest looking at me. I had suspected he would have a nice chest from seeing the way those starched shirts strained over it when he moved. It looked even better than it had in my fantasies. Under different circumstances I would have been drooling. I had been jerking off to fantasies about this man since the first time I saw him. I wanted him but knew he wanted Mulder.

He's good at hiding behind those glasses he wears, but I'm good at reading people. I knew the moment he decided to use me. His eyes give him away if you know what to look for.

I knew I was about to find out how close my jerk off fantasies were to the real thing. I reached up and wrapped my hand around the rail. If he got too rough I didn't want my wrist cut up. 

He walked between my legs and pushed them wide apart, positioning himself in front of me. He pulled my cap off my head and then gripped the back of my neck with his large hand. His fingers dug painfully into me. His other hand moved to unzip his fly.

In my fantasies, I never imagined him this big. He was already partially erect and, looking at him, I knew he could put me into the hospital using only his cock as the weapon. I stared as he stroked himself, a little half smile on his face. When he was fully erect, he said only one word.

"Suck."

I opened my mouth and took him in like we were long time lovers. Why not? I wanted him. This was probably the closest I'd ever get to having him. I didn't expect him to do more than fuck my mouth, but at least I could have that as a memory. My fantasies would have the smell, taste and sight of him in the future.

That's more than I had before. More than I ever expected to have.

Only the fact that I had been taught to suck cock at the ripe old age of ten kept me from gagging on him. Normally, you would have to work up to something that big. My gag reflex had been trained out of me long ago. I tilted my head back to accept him in deep and pretended that he was mine as he rocked back and forth into my throat.

When I made no effort to struggle or fight he let go of my neck. Both of his hands moved to cup my head. His eyes locked on mine as he continued to pump into my mouth. I wanted to reach out and touch him but didn't dare. I couldn't let him know that I wanted this. He was punishing me, not making love to me.

His eyes fluttered close and he tilted his head back. His movements in my mouth became jerky and I knew he was almost there. I sucked harder as I waited to taste him. He let out a loud groan as he slammed into my mouth and I got my wish. It was hot, salty and there was so fucking much of it. I swallowed every drop as though it was the nectar of the gods.

He pulled back so I could breathe, but didn't pull all the way out. His eyes opened and he looked down at me.

"Well, Krycek, you're quite an accomplished cocksucker. Is your ass as good as your mouth? Why don't we go upstairs? It's too cold and the floor out here is too hard. I'd rather ream your little ass in comfort."

At this point I felt I should make some sort of protest. I pulled my head back off his cock and he let go of my head. I mean, he was talking about giving me something I had dreamed of but I'm Alex Fucking Krycek. The tough guy. The assassin. I couldn't let him know just how willing I was to bottom for him.

Willing? Yeah, right. I'd fucking crawl through broken glass and suck him off every hour on the hour if it would make him want me, love me.

"You're fucking crazy, Skinner. I only sucked it cause I didn't want you to choke me with it. Why don't you go inside? An old man like you probably can't get it up again tonight anyway." I sneered at him.

"You'd be surprised how often this *old* man can get it up. Come on. Stand up, boy." He ordered.

He stepped back and yanked me to my feet. Damn, he's strong. He pushed his hand into his pocket, pulled out the handcuff key and unlocked the manacle attached to the railing. He had my hands cuffed behind me before I had a chance to try and get away. I was propelled into the condo and up the stairs. He literally threw me onto the bed, flipped me onto my stomach, straddling my ass, using his weight to keep me in place.

Again, he unlocked one side of the manacles, holding the still cuffed arm trapped under his knee, he stretched my free arm up toward the head of the bed, while I was struggling under him. For all the good it did, I might just as well have been still. When I felt something soft wrapping around my wrist, I twisted to see what he was using on me.

"What the fuck?"

"Don't want to bruise your wrist, Krycek. Mulder would see that."

He actually had fleece lined cuffs hanging from the posts of his bed. I never would have pegged him for the bondage type. Before he attached the cuff to my other wrist, he pulled my jacket and shirt off and left them hanging from the wrist that was cuffed.

"I used these on my wife. She had this thing about being helpless while I fucked her. Never dreamed they would come in handy again. Glad I kept them now."

Once I was cuffed on each side he slid his hands under me to open my pants and pull them off me. I shivered as his big hands rubbed over my ass. When he spread my cheeks, I couldn't suppress the gasp. His thumb dipped into my crack, rubbed over my asshole causing me to shiver again.

"You've got a sweet ass, Krycek. I'm going to enjoy this."

I whimpered then. I know he thought it was fear, but it was pure lust. God! What a fucking fool I was to want him. He could never want me. But right then I didn't care. I just wanted him to fuck me.

I felt him shift then his teeth fastened on my ass. I pressed my face into his pillow, breathing in his clean scent, and screamed. Men have hurt me before, during and after sex. That's the way it is when you're a whore. This was the first time pain ever made me hard.

I felt his breath against my ear, "I'm just getting started, boy. It's going to be a long night. I promise you're going to feel me for a long time. I'll leave you plenty of reminders."

He got up then and walked across the room. I turned my head to watch him go through the door that had to be the bathroom. He came back carrying a tube of lube and a box of condoms.  He dropped them on the bed next to me. He hadn't bothered to fasten his pants. His cock was already hard again.

I moaned and he laughed, "Didn't think I'd get up again for you, lover?"

Believe me, I got the sarcasm in the word lover. But it still didn't matter.  I watched as he pushed his pants down those long legs. Again, I let myself dream. I lost myself in a world where my lover liked having me bound for his pleasure.

He sat on the bed next to me, picked up the lube and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers.  I closed my eyes and gave myself up to my fantasies. His fingers were efficient at opening me. That told me that either his wife had been into anal sex or this wasn't his first time with a man. He wasn't rough. Later, I wished he had been. It would have made the things I did easier.

I felt the bed shift as he moved off it. He lifted my hips and pushed a couple of pillows up under me. I heard the rip of the condom package, then felt the bed shift again as he pushed my legs farther apart with his. Again, I buried my face in his pillow and waited.

I felt the head of his cock rub along my crack then press against my asshole. One hard thrust and he was inside me.

"God! You're tight. What's the matter, Krycek? Haven't been getting laid lately? Too busy doing Spender's dirty work?"

"Shut the fuck up and get it over with."  If he heard the pain in my voice, he would think it was physical, not mental. I told myself again what a fool I was to want this man.

"You don't understand. I'm in no hurry. We have all night."

His voice was low and husky. It allowed me to slip into my fantasy again. He started to move in me then. Long slow strokes, pulling out all but the head of his cock then pushing just as slowly back in, burying his full shaft in me.

I was used to hurried, frantic fucks. No one had ever taken their time with me. I had never felt anything quite like this. My cock was rock hard under me. I drifted in my dream and wasn't even aware that I had started pushing back toward him.

I was surprised when he reached under me to stroke my cock. He used long, even strokes. Matching his pace in my ass. I moaned, trying to arch onto his cock and into his fist at the same time. Then I was coming, hard. Harder than I ever had.

"Good boy." The same low husky tone as before.

He pumped every drop from me, then let go of my cock and fastened his hands on my ass. His fingers dug in and he started pounding into me. It felt so good to have him in me. I was coasting on the after effect of my climax, floating in my fantasy again.  Enjoying the sounds, feel, and smell of him. His panting breath, the slapping sound of his heavy balls as they connected with my body.  He slammed into me a final time and yelled my name. I could feel his cock pulsing in me as he shot.

I expected him to leave me then. He did pull out and I opened my eyes as he leaned sideways to drop the tied off condom into the small trash container by the nightstand. Then he lay down full length on me, his head resting next to mine on the pillow. I closed my eyes again and returned to my fantasy. A fantasy where my lover was resting on my body after making love to me.

We both must have dosed off because the next thing I knew the alarm clock was buzzing.  I watched as his big hand slapped at it. He nuzzled into the back of my neck. I lay very still enjoying the feel of him against me. For the first few minutes, I forgot that I was cuffed to the bed. I just drifted on the sensation of his morning beard rubbing against my skin as he kissed and licked my throat.

I could feel him hardening against my ass. I moaned softly as he began to rub his cock between my cheeks. I couldn't stop the sigh as he thrust against me and slid into my still lubed ass. I think that's when I actually woke up. I thought he must be doing me in his sleep. Why would he take me like this, if he was awake? He hated me. He wouldn't trust me to be clean. I knew I was. It had been over a year since I had been  with anyone. We had used condoms and I had been tested since then. But Skinner didn't know that.

He shifted pushing my legs farther apart. Rising up on his elbows, he began to fuck me, slowly, moving sinuously against me. I wouldn't have dreamed such a big man could move like that. I felt his breath as his teeth nipped at my ear.

"I love a boy with a tight ass. Especially when I wake up hard in the morning."

He was awake. Was this a new method to punish me? Showing me that he was unconcerned that I might spend the next six months worried that he had given me AIDS? But, on the other hand he was taking a risk that I might give him something.

I tried to be still but he was dragging the head of his cock over my prostate with each deep stroke. Like the night before, he reached under me to fondle me.

"When I tell you to come, I want you to use that tight ass of yours to milk my cock when I shoot."

He pushed up on his knees then, lifted me so I was spread over his thighs but he kept one hand under me on my cock. I whimpered but bit my lip to stop the sound.  His pace increased until I couldn't stop the sounds any more.

"Come, boy!"

God damn him, I did.

I felt like my come was shooting out from my very soul. I felt him start to fill me and I followed his order. I milked him. I used every muscle in my ass to tighten on him and received every drop. He shot so deep in me that three days later my body was still trying to eliminate his come.

He dropped down against me. He rubbed his chest against my back, sliding in the sweat of our bodies. When we both were breathing normally again, he pulled out of me. Without conscious thought, my muscles constricted to try and keep him inside me. His hand came down on my ass hard. I relaxed and he slipped out. Leaning toward the head of the bed, he unbuckled one of the cuffs.

"I'm going to shower. You can join me if you like."  

Getting up, not looking back, he walked into the bathroom. I lay there for a long minute listening to him pee then the shower started. I scooted up to unbuckle the other cuff, then followed him into the bathroom. I peed but didn't flush.

Pushing back the shower curtain, I stepped into the shower with him. He pushed me gently under the spray then started running the soap over my back. Putting the soap in my hand, he turned his back to me. I soaped it. He grunted his thanks. We finished bathing without a word. After he dried, he put on a robe and left the room.

I stood looking at my reflection in the mirror, wondering how I would live with this. He had branded me, it just didn't show on the outside. I got dressed and followed him downstairs. Well, I had wanted to know what it would be like to bottom for him. Now I knew.

How the fuck was I going to live the rest of my life without him?

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