Interrogations III:
Addictions
Orithain and Nicole S.
Fall 1998
Disclaimer: They don't belong to us, they belong to Chris
Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox. Please don't sue us.
Mulder was curled up in a ball on the floor in the corner. He was
shivering and bloody after another session of beatings by Krycek. He knew
what came after the beatings but didn't want to think about it. He closed
his eyes and tried to think of something else, something to dull the pain,
to take his mind off the inevitable. Various images ran through his mind
until he found a suitable distraction Cigarettes. He hadn't had a cigarette
in over a week. He had been able to smell the smoke lingering on Krycek's
uniform when he came in, and he could faintly smell it now from where it now
hung on the pegs along the wall. What he wouldn't do.... He stopped that
thought in mid-flow. He didn't need one that badly.
"What are you thinking, Lt. Mulder? You are smiling."
Mulder hesitated to answer. He knew that it would only give Krycek
something else to "bargain" with him for. The last thing he needed
was to give the bastard something else to demand sexual favors for. So he
was shocked to hear himself say, "Cigarettes. I was thinking, I would
like a cigarette."
"A cigarette?"
"Yeah."
"I have cigarettes. I have American cigarettes, in my pocket. I
might let you have one."
Mulder opened his eyes and looked up at Krycek looming over him.
"For a price."
Mulder knew what he was asking. Krycek's erection bobbed in the air above
him. The craving for a smoke was raging through his body, wrestling with his
mind and countering his horror at what he would have to do to get one. But
now that he knew he could get a cigarette, he couldn't stop thinking
about it. He wanted it so badly it was almost sexual; that had to be why he
was hardening. He licked his lips before he spoke.
"What's your price?"
Krycek moved back and leaned against a wall. "If you suck my cock, I
will let you share one with me."
Mulder swallowed. "I just have to..." he breathed in deeply
"...suck your cock?"
"Yes. No more, but no less, either."
Mulder pursed his lips together.
"Lt. Mulder, I hope you realize that you will have to perform your
daily duty, whether you reap a reward or not."
Mulder closed his eyes and exhaled. Silently, he moved over to the other
man standing against the wall. He put his hands around the Nazi's legs to
brace himself as he moved in on the erection waiting for him.
"That's it. Earn your reward."
Mulder took the wrinkled skin of the foreskin in his mouth, nibbling on
the end, sucking at the fluid leaking out of it. He knew that if he did a
good job, that might be the only service he would have to provide
today. He refused to think about the faint twinge of disappointment that ran
through him at the thought.
Krycek sighed as Mulder pulled the foreskin back and licked the sensitive
head. He teased the slit with the tip of his tongue, gaining satisfied moans
from above. He then took a bit of the large member in his mouth, sucking on
the tip; inch by inch he swallowed Krycek until he felt the hairs at his
groin tickle his nose.
Krycek threaded his fingers through Mulder's short hair. "My little
Hund, mein schoener kleiner Hund."
Mulder sucked on the large cock moving in and out of his mouth. Oh God,
he was getting hard. He knew he would get hard. He still could not believe
he could he get aroused from doing this. How? He brought his hand up to
caress Krycek's balls in the heavy sac that hung below it, wanting this over
quickly. His strategy worked as he felt them tighten in his hand. Krycek let
out a loud groan as he emptied himself into Mulder's mouth and down his
throat. Mulder licked the last remaining drops from the Nazi before sitting
back on his haunches.
"Come here, let me taste you," Krycek said as he brought Mulder
up to face him. He kissed him, his tongue probing the hot interior, tasting
his own come. He could feel Mulder's burgeoning erection press into his
thigh. He pulled away and looked into the American's eyes.
"You have earned your reward, Lt. Mulder. Come, sit with me, and we
will have our cigarette."
Mulder sat on the cot while Krycek fished in his pockets. Mulder heard
the familiar strike and sizzle of a match igniting, the smell of sulfur,
then the familiar scent of Virginia tobacco burning.
Krycek turned around and exhaled. He could see Mulder practically
salivating over the cigarette. He sat down beside his captive before taking
another drag and passed the cigarette to Mulder.
Mulder took the slim object from Krycek and brought it to his lips. He
took a small drag then inhaled. He closed his eyes as the wisps of smoke ran
down his lungs and out again as he exhaled. He took a larger drag and
inhaled again before passing the cigarette back to Krycek. His lungs filled
with the smoke, burning the lining, feeling so good. His head swam as he
exhaled, the smoke billowing up and around the light bulb in the ceiling.
His cock twitched.
Silently, they smoked the cigarette, each man passing it back and forth
until it was a small butt, which Krycek stubbed out before returning it to
his pocket. He turned to face Mulder.
"How would you like another one?"
Mulder remained silent.
"How would you like another cigarette, Lieutenant? This one would be
your very own. I would even leave you in peace while you smoked it."
Mulder licked his lips, tasting the nicotine that had deposited itself
there.
"What would I have to do?" Mulder said, knowing full well what
the price would be.
"I am going to fuck you."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then you don't get your cigarette. Either way, I am fucking you.
Tell you what, Lt. Mulder, I will make you a deal. If you come, you may have
it."
Mulder looked up at the other man. Why had his cock suddenly hardened?
Why did thinking about being with this man arouse him this much? Krycek's
cock had hardened again as well, the purple head peeking through the
foreskin.
"Stand." Krycek cupped Mulder's chin in his hand and brought
him up to face him again. He kissed him one more time before turning him to
face the wall.
Mulder braced himself against the wall with his hands as he felt Krycek
press up behind him.
"Spread your legs, wide."
Mulder complied, his cock now throbbing with anticipation. He gasped as
one of Krycek's fingers entered him, stretching him as it was joined by
another. The two fingers widened his channel enough to fit a third finger
in. He rubbed back against them, biting his lip to keep from moaning out
loud.
Krycek smiled as the American shuddered before him. He wanted him to gain
his reward. He liked rewarding his captive; every time he did, it got easier
and easier to fuck him. Finally, Mulder let out a moan. Yes, that was what
he was waiting for.
Krycek reached around to feel Mulder's cock dripping streams of pre-come.
He gathered as much as he could and slicked his cock up with that, his own
pre-come and some saliva.
Mulder gasped as Krycek entered him. This was the feeling he relished the
most, the initial penetration. So sweet and painful at the same time. Slowly
he was filled until he could feel the other man's hot breath on his neck.
His cock was throbbing, he was sweating. It amazed him how good this felt.
Krycek wrapped his arms around Mulder, caressing his torso before
settling down on his hips. He moved in and out of the American with ease.
Mulder gasped as Krycek leaned forward and nuzzled the back of his neck,
licking a small cut that was there. The smell of this man made him want him
all the more. He quickened his pace and reached up to pinch one of Mulder's
nipples again.
Krycek's cock dragged across Mulder's prostate with every stroke,
bringing tiny shudders to his body. His nipples were being pinched and
caressed to extreme hardness. He now got the challenge. The Nazi wasn't
going to touch his cock! Mulder moaned as much out of disappointment as of
pleasure. He had to come; he wanted that cigarette. Mulder closed his eyes
and focused all his energy on the good feelings that came from this. He was
moaning and breathing heavily now as the Nazi thrust into him. He had to
come; he needed to come. Mulder thrust back to greet the other man's hips...
Oh God, yes, just a little more, just a little...
Krycek's eyes rolled back in his head as bright lights went off behind
them. He could feel Mulder's ass clench on his cock as he came, milking him
of all his fluid. He gave a little smile as he rested his head on Mulder's
shoulder. He knew he would come. With a reward dangling in front of him, Lt.
Mulder always came. He felt Mulder shudder again as the final stages of the
orgasm ran through his body. He liked having Lt. Mulder as a prisoner, and
as long as the war lasted, he would be his.
END
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