TITLE: Magic Shell: Snack
AUTHOR: Evielouise
EMAIL ADDRESS: evielouise@hotmail.com
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: I'd be honored. I'd
appreciate a note, but it's not necessary.
SPOILER WARNINGS: None
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: It's the Magic Shell on the ice
cream of my day...
CLASSIFICATION: S, PWP
KEYWORDS: M/S/K
CONTENT WARNING: Unholy smut. Turn away now
if you can't live with the idea of Mulder
sharing a bite of Scully with Krycek.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these three naughty
kids.
SUMMARY: What do you get when you mix Mulder,
Scully, Krycek, and a bottle of Magic Shell?
Chocolatey badness in every bite...
TIME FRAME: Early second season when the X-
Files were shut down and Mulder was partnered
with Ratboy.
BOUNDLESS THANKS TO: Sister Linda, for the most
butt-kicking beta job ever! You rock!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a sequel to Magic Shell:
Brick Wall by DP Jacquie. It's not necessary to
read that excellent story to be properly
prepared to wallow in this smutpond, but it
wouldn't hurt. And be warned that where DP's
story was very loving and emotional, mine has
taken a decidedly wicked turn.
This story was written in response to a challenge: "Insert Magic Shell ice cream topping into a fic." I inserted it.
And folks, I personally cannot stand Krycek.
(Sorry Kry fans.) So I don't know where the
hell this story came from...the depths of my
evil soul, I guess. But anyway, this is
probably the first and last Krycek story that's
ever comin' from me, so enjoy it while ya' can.
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MAGIC SHELL: "SNACK"
Mulder's cell phone rang jarringly, and Scully
groaned into the skin of his sweaty neck. He
reluctantly extricated himself from her grip,
lowering her gently to her feet. He buttoned
his pants as he reached for the phone in his
jacket pocket. "Mulder," he sighed into the
mouthpiece.
"I saw what you did." It was Krycek's voice.
"What are you talking about?" Mulder asked, his
voice tinged with alarm.
"You know what I'm talking about. I saw you
fuck the delectable Agent Scully up against that
brick wall."
Mulder was speechless.
Krycek continued slyly, "I'm surprised, Mulder.
The least you could've done is wait for me.
We're partners, remember? Share and share
alike?"
"Where the hell are you, Krycek?!" Mulder
exclaimed angrily into his cell phone.
"Right here, lover boy." His sly voice was
suddenly upon them, up close and personal, as he
rounded the corner of the brick wall, dressed in
a tight white t-shirt, faded jeans that fit him
like a well-worn glove, and a black leather
jacket slung rakishly over one shoulder.
Scully attempted to hold her shirt front
together with one hand as she quickly reached
for the rest of her clothing with the other, but
Krycek was upon her in one smooth motion,
dropping his jacket on the grass beside them.
He grabbed her wrists tightly, smoldering eyes
raking over her nakedness, as she glared
defiantly at him, cheeks burning to be trapped
by this man as she wore nothing but a gaping
shirt.
Mulder advanced threateningly. "Get your
goddamned hands off her, Krycek."
Restraining both Scully's slender wrists with
one strong hand, Krycek reached for Mulder's
cheek with the other, caressing it tenderly.
"Oh Mulder, don't you think there's enough here
to share with the rest of the class? Play nice
now..." Krycek's thumb slowly stroked Mulder's
lush lower lip as Mulder's eyes narrowed.
"Besides, I saw what you did up against that
wall. I'll bet you've scratched and bruised
Agent Scully's sweet little backside. Be a good
girl, Agent Scully, and let Uncle Alex take a
look..."
He slid insistently exploring hands down her
nearly naked body and knelt behind her. Mulder
noticed that Scully's breathing was becoming
ragged and that she didn't flinch away from
Krycek as he stroked her smooth, round ass,
brushing away the sand and grit left over from
their quick, hard fuck up against Mulder's brick
wall. Krycek clucked his tongue and said
archly, "Poor baby, let Krycek kiss it and make
it better."
Mulder stepped menacingly closer, but Scully
reached out and took his hand, locking eyes with
him. He froze in disbelief as he detected
shimmering in their blue depths that same
undeniable heat he had witnessed when he had
made love to her earlier. She held tightly to
Mulder's hand as Krycek's lips trailed over her
scraped skin, his tongue wetly soothing her sore
spots. Mulder incredulously watched Scully's
eyes flutter shut and her head fall back
languorously.
Mulder and Scully each caught their breath as
Krycek's head dipped lower; Mulder's eyes
widened as Krycek's tongue snaked out to lap at
her pale inner thigh.
"Mmm... Mulder, I can taste you trickling down
Agent Scully's leg. You've been a very busy
boy, haven't you?"
"Krycek, that's enough..." Mulder indignantly
began, but he was cut off by a reassuring
squeeze from Scully's hand.
Krycek stood up and gauged Scully's flushed
expression, her heaving chest. He trailed one
finger down her pink cheek as she bit her bottom
lip pensively; then he looked squarely at
Mulder. "Take the rest of her clothes off,
Mulder. I want her naked. Besides, I don't
want to ruin that nice white shirt..."
Mulder looked questioningly at Scully--the
decision was hers. Her eyes were fevered and
her lips parted in anguished hesitancy. He'd
never dreamed she would let Krycek put his hands
on her, but he saw in her face at that moment a
wildness, a primitive hunger, he'd never
witnessed before. He knew something of her
proclivity for dangerous men, and she knew how
he liked to watch. He'd spent years
voyeuristically watching porn videos before
they'd become lovers, and she was very aware
that he was still titillated by that kind of
thing. It was incredibly arousing for Mulder to
stand back and watch Scully succumbing to
another man's touch, surrendering to his will,
being touched and fondled before his spellbound
gaze. He could feel himself getting painfully
hard just thinking about it. She knew this as
well.
He could see the naked hunger in Scully's heated
expression, and he submitted to her dark desire.
Mulder moved behind her and slowly slipped her
blouse and bra from her shoulders, until she
stood completely naked between two men who
scrutinized her supple body appreciatively.
"Oh, Mulder, you lucky bastard," Krycek purred
as his eyes swept appraisingly over
provocatively exposed milky white skin and
bewitchingly sensual, softly rounded curves.
"Scully, I had no idea you were hiding all this
under those boring business suits. We should
have done this *much* sooner."
Head dipping low, he sucked a soft, pink nipple
into his greedy mouth. She gasped in surprise
and took a small step back into Mulder's waiting
embrace. Mulder wrapped his hands possessively
around her small waist, and she lifted her arms
behind her to encircle his neck as Krycek
continued to languidly suckle her. She clung to
Mulder even as she urgently thrust her needy
breasts forward into Krycek's welcoming mouth.
Her nimble fingers threaded seductively through
Mulder's soft hair as Krycek's lips lazily
traveled across her heaving chest to envelop the
other pebbled pink bud.
She murmured faintly, her voice hoarse with
desire, "Krycek..."
His mouth reluctantly left her nipple with a wet
smack, and she groaned at the loss of his
attentive lips from her straining peaks. His
eyes lingered longingly over her dampened skin
as she tightened her upstretched arms around
Mulder's neck. Krycek breathed huskily, "Mmm...
Scully sweetheart, that was delectable, but I
think it's time for a snack. I'm feeling a bit
peckish; Mulder, don't you agree?"
Mulder's mind was whirling in a lustful haze, so
completely aroused by watching another man's
mouth on his Scully that he found himself
incapable of formulating a coherent response.
Krycek reached into his jacket lying abandoned
on the ground and retrieved a bottle of
chocolate Magic Shell. "Pick her up, Mulder,"
he instructed with a devilish grin. "And I want
her spread-eagled and facing me, in all her
naked glory."
Mulder, still wordless and wide-eyed, bent to
kiss Scully tenderly. Recognizing the unspoken
question in his eyes, she whispered, "Yes"
raggedly into his mouth. She buried her face
against his shirt as he clutched her to him
fervently. Then he backed up against the
crumbling brick wall for support and easily
lifted her bare body, trembling and breathless,
into his waiting arms, her back against his
chest. He steadied her bottom in his arms
before sliding his hands underneath her thighs,
shamelessly spreading her legs before his new
partner.
Krycek smiled in satisfaction at the illicit
view that greeted him--straight-laced Special
Agent Dana Scully blushingly revealing her
vulnerable, aching flesh to his ravenous gaze.
He eagerly dipped two strong fingers between her
burning thighs as she sucked in a shuddering
breath, easily scooping up some of the plentiful
evidence of Scully's forbidden desire from her
already swollen sex. He offered a tantalizing
taste to Mulder, who stared at him glitteringly
for a moment, then surrendered after an uneasy
pause, sucking her still warm juices from
Krycek's finger. A feral sound escaped from low
in Scully's throat as she watched, lips parted
in tormented yearning.
Grinning smugly, Krycek took a long, lingering
lick at his other finger, eyes drifting shut as
he savored her liquid essence. He uttered
softly, "Oh, Scully, for such a sweet little
pussy as that, we need something extra special
to go on top." Scully gasped as he slowly and
agonizingly drizzled thick chocolate syrup
between her legs, the relatively cold stickiness
shocking against her bare sex.
Mulder, vaguely aware of it dripping onto his
shoes, watched in rapt attention as Krycek
tossed the bottle aside and begin insatiably
feasting on Scully. Her soft whimpers graduated
quickly to moans and wanton cries as Krycek
eagerly burrowed his head between her inviting
legs and sucked the chocolate from her luscious
folds. Scully turned her head, begging for
Mulder's sweet lips against her own as Krycek
opened her with inquisitive fingers and licked
at her voraciously, bathing her inflamed flesh
with his tongue, plunging it inside of her as
she squirmed in ecstasy. Mulder kissed her
deeply with open eyes, for he didn't want to
miss Krycek tugging on Scully's pulsating clit
with his strong, white teeth--watching,
watching, hypnotically watching in complete
fascination--until she moaned rapturously into
Mulder's mouth.
Her sweat-slickened body was becoming
increasingly hard to hold as her hips began
bucking, grinding into Krycek's face as she
became desperate for release, groaning in
frustration. Mulder could no longer bear simply
being a bystander; he managed to lean more
heavily into the wall, urgently freeing a hand
to reach down and skillfully fondle Scully's
hard, throbbing little clit himself as Krycek
smiled at him and swirled his tongue against her
slick, heated opening, searching for stray drops
of sweet syrup. Scully reached out and ran her
fingers through Krycek's hair, guiding his head
to where she needed it, then kissed Mulder
savagely as Krycek located just the right spot
and stayed there.
Scully suddenly released a ferocious, strangled
cry as ministrating, masculine fingers and lips
and tongues at last sent her tumbling over the
edge, convulsions wracking her besieged body
relentlessly. Mulder held her tightly
throughout the onslaught, kissing her damp
shoulders soothingly, and reluctantly allowed
her to slide limply down his body when she was
able to support herself. Krycek straightened,
contentedly licking chocolate smears from his
lips. He bent down and kissed Scully softly on
the lips as she leaned into Mulder's chest and
clung weakly to him for support; then Krycek
pressed his lips against Mulder's. Mulder could
taste a heady, musky combination of Scully,
chocolate, and perhaps even himself on Krycek's
mouth as he tightened his arms around his small,
trembling companion.
****
But they were not alone, these three impromptu
lovers. From the dense bushes nearby, a man was
watching stealthily. A big man, balding, tall
and bespectacled. He watched silently, and
waited...
end?
