Title: One Night In Bangkok
Author/pseudonym: R. A. Swain
Fandom: X-Files
Paring: Mulder/Krycek
Rating: MA (Mature Audience)
Status: 2/10/02
Archive: Yes, please. You have my permission to archive.
E-mail address for feedback: raswain@internettrash.com
Series/Sequel: Possibly
Other websites: docswainslounge.warped.com (a mirror site)
Disclaimers: The characters are not my property. They are used without permission,
and are used for the sole intent of entertainment and not for profit. Note other
disclaimers at beginning of story.
Notes: Just another possible way Mulder and Krycek get together.
Summary: Krycek is new in town, and looking for action. His new partner, Mulder,
is a take charge kind of guy.
Warnings: None I can think of. Graphic sex, but that's it.
Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If you are under
the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it is illegal for you to possess
it. If you read beyond this point, you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and
that it is legal for you to possess adult oriented material.
This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between consenting adults,
homosexuality or therein is offensive to you, DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond
this point you are accepting homosexuality and adult oriented material willing.
One Night In Bangkok
by R. A. Swain
God it's hot, Alex thought as he glanced around the bar of ragged looking tourist
types intermingled with the regulars. He shifted on his barstool, allowing his
very bright touristy type camp shirt to display his naked chest and six-pack
abs glistening with sweat in the summer heat. He rubbed the cold bottle of beer
down his chest and rested it on his khaki clad knee.
He was new in town, and so horny he could bend steel with his cock. He never
remembered being this horny before, he thought. Oh sure, back in his teens,
but this was different, his new partner was different than anyone else he encountered
in all his deceptive training. Damn Fox Mulder, he thought. Even his name, Fox,
dripped with sexuality.
Alex felt his cock stir in his khaki pants at the thought of his recent encounter
with Fox, (don't-call-me-that) Mulder wearing a tight red speedo. He was glad
he'd decided to go commando tonight, and his pants were baggy enough to hide
the inevitable boner which was going to grow if he continued to think of Fox.
He hated be new in town, and even hated his sudden sexual urges more. He used
to love doing a mailboy or UPS guy in a closet or restroom, but now he was horny
twenty-four seven and for some horrible unexplained reason unable to find a
real release. Even his hand failed to relieve him, although he did find himself
in restrooms and closets, alone, in the middle of his day, doing his best to
release a load.
This wasn't like him, he thought, nor was this tacky tourist trap bar in the
shadier section of town. When he asked the cabdriver to take him to the sleaziest
gay bar in town he had no idea Bangkok's was where he'd end up. He looked at
the three empty beer bottles lined up in front of him, and shifted from the
stool. He maneuvered through the human refuse, the dregs of any society, and
the tourists who would be fucked by them later, to the restroom.
A row of three urinals, great, he thought. He chose the middle one, and unzipped
to relieve other pressures. He closed his eyes and sighed as a young man, maybe
his age, took up residence at the urinal to his left.
"Oh, nice one," the young man said, glancing over and down at Alex.
"Get lost," Alex hissed.
"Testy, aren't you? I was just making nice," the young man continued.
"You look like you want someone to make nice."
Oh Fox! His mind screamed the name, why can't I get you off my mind? "Not
you," he said, his voice very low.
"Well, you don't have to be so rude," the young man said, zipping
up and leaving in a huff.
"Don't go away mad," Alex mumbled after him. He closed his eyes again
and leaned forward until his forehead was pressed against the cool tiles above
the urinal. Images of Fox Mulder's tight red speedo clad ass filled his mind
and he absentmindedly stroked his growing cock a few times before realizing
where he was, in the restroom of a sleazy gay bar in the seamier section of
Washington DC.
He quickly slipped his semi-hard cock back into his pants and willed it to relax,
before moving to the sink. The beat of disco drums rumbled outside the door
and he cupped his hands under the stream of cool water, leaning down and splashing
it over his face. This assignment was too much, he thought.
As if Mulder wasn't enough to give him a perpetual boner, AD Skinner with his
firm butt in those tight slacks, always popping up in front of him as he walked
down a hallway or into a room, always causing him to veer off into a closet
for a moment of recreational masturbation. The worst part being, no matter how
many times a day he would jerk off, he never felt fulfilled. He always came
back to his Fox fantasy.
He stood up and looked at his reflection in the mirror. No, he thought, I can't
be going crazy. I can't be so horny for a guy I just met, I would even jeopardize
my mission, my life, just to have him. He wiped his face with his shirt tail,
the only clean cloth he saw in the dingy restroom, and exited to the main bar
again.
Men of all shapes and size, and colors, were gyrating to the loud disco beat,
in all array of dress from drag to leather, to G-string, but none interested
him. He balled his hands into a fist and then released them again, fighting
the urge to go out and kill someone. He spotted the annoying young man from
the restroom and considered tricking him into the alley and pistol whipping
him for fun, but even the prospect of violence didn't amuse him enough.
He reseated himself at the bar and leaned his head forward slightly in the dim
light, seeking a moment of refuge from his sudden loneliness. The bar tender
sat a bottle down in front of him, and Alex looked up. "I didn't order
this."
"No, it's from the guy at the end of the bar," the shirtless bartender
in tight leather pants said.
Alex slowly turned his head to the left, considered his options for the evening
when his eyes met those of the supplier of his drink. A quizzical look furrowed
his brow. It couldn't be, he thought. Standing at the end of the bar, gazing
back at him with an equally puzzled look was his new partner, Fox Mulder, wearing
a similar loud touristy type camp shirt and loose fitting khaki pants.
Alex took in a deep breath and nodded to Mulder. Damn, if this is a set up,
I'm screwed, he thought.
He turned and Mulder was standing at his side. "You're beer not cold enough?"
"Huh?" Alex was surprised, and almost delighted in seeing Mulder.
Confused, but delighted. He picked up the beer and took a swig. "It's fine.
Thanks."
"I guess you're out exploring the new town," Mulder said, placing
his own beer on the bar next to Alex's.
"Yeah, I--" He stopped. He didn't know what to say. His eyes were
focused on Mulder's lips and he wanted to lean forward and kiss him, but he
didn't know if that was the right move.
"Cat got your tongue?" Mulder asked.
"Huh?" Real conversationalist, aren't you Alexi, he thought to himself.
"I said, cat got your tongue?" Mulder repeated himself.
"Oh, no, I'm just a little surprised to see you here," Alex replied.
"Didn't picture me as the sleazy bar type?" Mulder asked.
"No, not really," Alex answered.
"What type do you picture me as?" Mulder asked, sipping his beer.
Alex watched a bead of sweat run down Mulder's cheek to his neck, and fought
the urge to lick it off. "A leather bottom, maybe," Alex said with
half a smile.
"I can do leather," Mulder said, "but I top."
Alex looked into Mulder's eyes. and was briefly lost. "I know the policy,
and this is risky for us to even be here, unless you're on a stakeout,"
he said, "in which case I'm your partner here to give you back up."
"We could play it that way," Mulder said. "Or we could leave
this dive and go back to my place and..." He left his statement open ended,
watching Alex swallow hard.
"You're the top?" Alex asked, thinking about what the immediate future
held.
"If that doesn't work for you, we can go back to the first scenario you
suggested," Mulder replied, sitting his empty beer bottle down. He turned
to leave, and paused only a second before sensing Alex at his side.
Outside in the still hot evening air, Alex walked next to Mulder, not talking,
just enjoying the moment. He strolled along with Mulder down the block, until
Fox stopped and nodded to the alley. Alex looked blank, but moved into the alley
with his partner.
"I thought we were going to your place?" he asked.
"We will," Mulder said, but I'm in charge, and just needed to do something."
With that he pushed Alex against the brick wall and pressed his lips against
Alex's willing mouth, his hands groping Alex's chest and crotch.
He kissed Alex long and hard, not really forcing his tongue into his partner's
mouth since Alex was so inviting, exploring his tonsils and groping the growing
cock in those loose fitting khakis. He broke the kiss, still with his chest
pressed against Alex's, his hand massaging Alex's bulging crotch. "You're
freeballing?"
Alex took a deep breath, and licked his lips. "Yeah, you like it?"
Mulder smiled for the first time since he spotted Alex in the bar. "Show
me."
"What?"
"I said, show me." Mulder repeated himself.
"Out here in the alley?" Alex asked.
"Lower your pants and show me." Mulder ordered.
Alex locked eyes with Mulder, and reached for his waist. He unclinched his belt,
popped the button and lowered the fly. His hard cock sprang out into the warm
night air. He lower his pants slightly, and Mulder stepped forward again, grasping
the full thick cock with his fist. He pumped it a few times, leaned in and kissed
Alex again. When he broke their kiss this time he wisped, "button your
pants but leave your cock out."
Alex did as he was told, his eyes never leaving Mulder's. Mulder released his
grip on Alex's throbbing cock, and began walking back toward the street. "Come
on, my car's right out here."
Alex hurried after Mulder, his cock bouncing as he walked. A drunk laying against
the wall by the alley stared at his cock, and laughed. Mulder turned and kicked
the drunk. "That ain't any way to acknowledge such a sight," he hissed.
"My property gets respect."
Alex watched in awe, and fear. "Whoa," he said. "what do you
mean, your property?"
Mulder turned to him, a broad grin on his face. I'm not the one standing out
here on the street with my cock hanging out of my pants, because my partner
told me to do it, am I?"
"No, but--"
"Tonight you're my property, and if I want you to go back in that bar,
climb up on the bar, strip naked and jerkoff for everyone to see, you'll do
it," Mulder said evenly.
Alex just blinked and silently hoped that wasn't what Mulder wanted, knowing
if it were, he would do it willingly. He stood there on the sidewalk for a moment,
waiting for Mulder's decision.
Mulder nodded toward the car at the curb. "Get in and take off those pants."
Alex reached for the door and climbed into the passenger side, closing the door.
He opened his pants again, arched up a bit and slid his pants off, as Mulder
climbed into the driver's side, and flipped the overhead light to the on position.
He took in the sight of Alex, his shirt open, and naked from the waist down,
sitting in his car. "I pictured you this way the other day on that stakeout.
Stroke yourself for me."
Alex didn't question, he reached for his thick curved member and wrapped his
palm around it, slowly stroking himself while Mulder drove down the road. He
only paused once as they pulled up beside a police car at a traffic light, and
Mulder's eyes met his. He resumed his hand movements immediately. The police
officer only glanced over, nodded, and turned his eyes forward again.
Alex felt a exhilarated feeling of danger he hadn't figured for Mulder. He continued
to stroke himself until Mulder pulled up in front of his apartment building.
"Put your pants on, this is a respectable building," he said.
Alex did as he was told, and followed Mulder into the building and then the
apartment, making all sorts of mental notes as he walked. Once inside Mulder
closed the door, grabbed Alex by the shoulders and kissed him again, before
pushing him gently to his knees.
Alex felt Mulder's hand on the back of his head guiding him into his crotch.
Finally, he thought, I'm going to experience what I've only imagined. He leaned
in and felt the hard member in Mulder's pants and realized Mulder was going
commando as well.
"Take it out and suck it," Mulder said.
Alex needed no prompting, opening Mulder's fly and releasing eight thick long
inches of prime FBI meat into Alex's waiting mouth. He slide his mouth forward
down the length of the shaft until his nose was nuzzled in the patch of dark
hair at the base, inhaling the soft scent of sweat and musk. He felt Mulder's
hand guiding his head again and he slid the shaft in and out of his mouth.
Mulder pulled back, and grasping his own cock with his hand he gently slapped
it against Alex's cheek. He opened the button at his waist and allowed his pants
to fall to the ground, before pressing Alex's mouth against his heavy cum filled
balls, and again ordering his new partner to suck on them.
Alex again did as he was told, feeling Mulder slipping first his own then Alex's
shirt off. He opened his eyes and glanced up the length of the thick cock at
the bare stomach and chest and dark eyes looking down at him. He leaned back,
licked his lips and opened his mouth. "Fuck me," he said. "Please,
I have to feel you inside of me."
Mulder smiled again. "You will, in a while. Let's take this to the bedroom.
Leave your clothes there."
Alex stripped off his pants again and followed Mulder down the hallway to the
bedroom. Mulder reached into the nightstand and produced a pack of condoms and
a bottle of lube. "We're gonna used that pack tonight," he said.
Alex looked and realized it was a twelve pack. "We are?" he asked.
"Well, mostly I'm going to be using them," Mulder said. "I've
got all night and a hard-on that won't quit. Don't worry, I'm a top who does
suck. So you'll get off a few times yourself." With that Mulder shoved
Alex onto the bed and fell into a very natural sixty-nine position on top of
him.
Alex quickly resumed sucking Mulder's cock, pausing only for a moment when he
felt Mulder's warm lips engulf his throbbing cock. They rolled to their sides
and Mulder began thrusting his hips in sync with Alex's bobbing head. He moaned
a bit, before releasing Alex's cock from his mouth.
"Get on your hands and knees, I'm gonna fuck you now," Mulder said.
Alex obeyed, enjoying being the bottom for a change. Mulder was pushing all
the right buttons, and Alex hadn't enjoyed a sex partner as much in his life.
He pushed thoughts of his mission out of his mind, and concentrated on the feeling
of Mulder's coated and well lubed cock pressing between his ass cheeks. He groaned
as Mulder pushed hard and he felt the thick member sliding effortlessly into
his ass.
"Oh yeah," he gasped in a guttural voice, and moaned as Mulder began
thrusting his hips in a forward motion, and then back. "Do it, Mulder.
Fuck me hard."
Mulder sighed and reached beneath Alex, grabbing his cock and tugging on it
roughly. "I'm gonna fuck you hard boy, I hope you're up to it." He
began thrusting faster and felt the tightness of Alex's sphincter on his thick
cock, as he gripped harder on Alex's member. He jerked Alex off in rhythm with
his thrusts, and Alex accommodated willingly, greedily, enjoying Mulder's hands
jerking him off and pinching his nipples roughly.
"Do it Mulder, harder!"
Mulder slapped Alex's sweat covered butt and he rode him. "Yeah! I'll do
it! Yeah! Oh yes!" He hissed the last word as his first release of the
evening filled the tip of the condom, and he squeezed Alex's balls forcing and
equally long and powerful release from him.
Alex lay on his stomach, on the cum covered sheets beneath him, silently wishing
Mulder would never pull his cock out of his ass, knowing he would feel empty
in a moment. He did, as Mulder rolled off of him, and heard the subtle snap
of the condom being pulled off and tossed aside. He felt Mulder's hand come
down hard on his ass again, and he yelped.
"Hey! What was that for?"
"Roll over," Mulder said.
Alex obliged, and Mulder grabbed his cock roughly. "You liked it, so don't
complain," he said before leaning down and sniffing Alex's balls. The smell
of sweat mingled with a faint smell of beer and musk. He opened his mouth and
took the soft cock between his lips, licking the salty taste of cum with his
tongue.
Alex drew a deep breath. "Not so soon," he said. "The tip is
very sensitive."
"Too bad," Mulder said, pausing before taking the whole cock in his
mouth and roughly swirling his tongue over the tip. He reached up with his hand
and groped Alex's chest pinching his nipple hard. Alex moaned and thrust his
hips into Mulder's mouth.
Mulder pulled bad. "See, I knew you liked it rough."
Alex smiled to himself. "So do you."
"Yeah," Mulder replied. He grabbed Alex's balls and tugged gently,
shifting his position so he was laying between Alex's legs. "I'm gonna
have a lot of fun with you, partner. Just don't try to fuck me, and we'll get
along fine until I find Scully."
"What happens then?"
"I'll keep you satisfied, don't worry," Mulder said.