Title: Sweet Revenge
Author/pseudonym: R.A. Swain
Fandom: X-Files
Paring: Mulder/Skinner
Rating:NC-17
Status: New
Archive: Yes, please. You have my permission to archive.
E-mail address for feedback: raswain@internettrash.com
Series/Sequel: Not sure yet. It's a bit dark for me, but maybe.
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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: Doesn't take place at any particular place in time, just after Alex was maimed and bitter enough to hurt Mulder and Skinner. This is a departure for me, very little humor, kind of a dark fantasy. I just had this floating around my mind and had to get it out. Hope it doesn't offend anyone.
Summary: Krychek forces Mulder and Skinner to do something they want to do anyway, only not with him watching.
Warnings: Bondage, forced rape of sorts, unsafe sex, much angst

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.



Sweet Revenge
by R.A. Swain


Fox Mulder twisted and tried to sit upright, only to find his hand bound to the headboard of his bed. He shifted again, lifted his head and saw his feet were also bound to the corners of his bed with soft rope. More to his horror he was stark naked, and standing in the corner of his bedroom was Alex "rat bastard" Krychek, with a smug look of satisfaction on his face.

Mulder opened his mouth to speak and realized he was gagged with something. He started yelling and Krychek actually laughed.

"Well, you're awake. Good," Alex said. "Let me guess what you're thinking, please? Okay. To start with, you're thinking, Krychek, you fucking rat bastard, what the hell are you doing here? Why am I naked? What are you going to do to me? I'll kill you if you lay a hand on me. Is all of that close?"

Mulder struggled with his bonds, bucking his hips and thrashing about like a fish in a net.

"Don't bother to struggle," Alex said. "Now, to your thoughts. I'll skill the rat bastard stuff, and go right to how you got naked. Remember coming home with a pizza and orange soda, your usual unhealthy diet after a day at work?"

Mulder stared at him, his eyes wild with anger. He ceased struggling, but fidgeted a bit.

"Well, you took the pizza to the kitchen, sprinkled garlic salt on it, returned to the living room, popped in a porn tape, shame on you Fox, and took a couple bites, which you washed down with that sickenly sweet orange soda. Two more bites and you were asleep. Yes, Fox, drugged by your worst enemy, and in a few moments Skinner will be here, because I called him, and I'm gonna have some fun." Alex held up a little palm pilot device, waving it in the air.

Mulder didn't understand, but then the thought of Skinner arriving any minute sunk in. Oh God, he thought. Skinner is going to find me tied naked to the bed.

A slamming sound caught the attention of both men. Krychek stepped back into the corner, and the bedroom door flew open. Alex gently tapped the palm pilot and Skinner fell to his knees in the doorway, dropping his drawn gun and grabbing his temples.

"Welcome Walt," Alex said, sarcasm in his voice. He stepped forward and kicked the gun out of Skinner's reach. Another touch of the palm pilot and Skinner fell back panting.

"Krychek, what are you doing?" Skinner gasped the question out, still rubbing his temples. He looked up from his kneeling position at the foot of Mulder's bed and saw a very naked Mulder bound to it. He focused on the long flaccid cock and hairy balls hanging between the spread legs. Christ, maybe he is an alien, Skinner thought.

"I'm here to have my revenge on both of you for the pain you've inflicted upon me," Alex answered Skinner's question.

"You sick bastard, I'm gonna kill you," Skinner hissed.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Someday you'll plant a bullet right between my eyes and leave me for dead in some underground garage, but tonight you'll do my bidding or Mulder dies. Now you don't want Mulder to die, do you?" Alex asked, a thin smile danced over his lips.

"What do you want?" Skinner asked, dejection in his voice. He couldn't let Mulder die. Not at the hand of this psycho, he thought.

"Do you like what you see?" Alex asked.

Skinner looked up at Krychek, realizing he had been staring at Mulder's balls since the pain stopped and he could focus. "What do you want?" Skinner asked, again.

"Strip!" Alex ordered.

Skinner raised his head and Mulder turned his. Both men looked at Alex as though he were crazy. "What?" Skinner asked.

"I said strip." Alex held up the palm pilot for Skinner to focus on. "You're one tap of my palm pilot away from discovering my meaning of great balls of fire, Walt. You know I can cause you pain or pleasure with the tap of a finger. Now, I said, STRIP! DO IT!"

Skinner looked at Mulder. Both had that helpless deer in the headlights look in their eyes, but neither wanted to maintain eye contact. Skinner slowly shed his jacket, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his white dress shirt.

"You can move faster then this," Alex said. "Imagine if I tap this screen twice and you fall to your knees, I shoot Mulder in the head with your gun, a third tap of the screen and you're unconscious. I'll finish undressing you, and when you wake up police will be handcuffing Mulder's boss, lover, and killer."

"You're crazy," Skinner said, folding his jacket, shirt and tie, and neatly placing them on a chair in the corner. He slipped his shoes beneath the chair, and pulled his white cotton T-shirt over his head revealing his muscular chest.

Mulder lay on the bed watching the show, staring at the man he fantasized about on many occasions, but knew he could never have in the way he wanted. The FBI wasn't all that accepting of his deeply denied desires, even if old J. Edgar did cross dress, he thought. The situation was very confusing on many levels, since Skinner never did fully explain what control Krychek had over him, and all he could now think of was Skinner was taking his pants off.

Skinner unzipped his pants and folded them as well, placing them on the chair. "All right," he said turning to face Alex.

"I said strip," Alex hissed. "Everything. Now."

Skinner looked at Mulder again. God, that body was hot, and just the way he'd fantasized about it, bound to a bed, many times. But Alex Krychek was never part of the fantasy, and how could he even look at Mulder now, when he was being forced to submit to their worst enemy, he thought. He bent down and pull off his socks, placing them on the chair.

Now he stood at the foot of the bed, locking eyes with Mulder. Don't look away, he thought. The only way I'll get through this is if you know I'm doing whatever that rat bastard asks of me because I love you, he thought. He pulled his white briefs down and tossed them on the chair. "Okay, I'm naked. Now what?"

Mulder's eyes drank in the sight of his boss, his fantasy lover, naked before him. The cock he so often thought of, now finally revealed to him, long, soft, and smooth. A smattering of hair on the low hanging balls, almost made him sigh. He knew, if Krychek weren't standing a few feet away he'd start to get hard. As it were, he was willing himself not to get an erection.

"Now, you and Mulder entertain me," Alex answered Skinner's question.

Skinner crinkled his eyes. "You're sick."

Alex touched the palm pilot and Skinner shivered. "Not everything has to be painful," he said. He watched Skinner twitch slightly.

"No! Please. Not like this," Skinner almost whispered the last part.

Mulder and Alex watched Skinner's flaccid cock start to grow. Mulder looked to Alex for a moment and then back at the beautiful sight before him.

Alex tapped the palm pilot again and Skinner relaxed, but his cock still seemed to be growing. "Walt, Get on the bed and lick Mulder's balls."

Skinner looked helpless into Mulder's eyes. Mulder nodded to him and closed his eyes. He felt the weight of his fantasy man crawl on to the bed between his legs and then the hot hands on his thighs. He felt a warm breath on his fuzzy balls and then a hot moist tongue tentatively touching them, and then licking them.

"Open your eyes, Mulder!" Alex ordered.

Mulder did as he was told and he lifted his head to see Skinner's bald head below his cock, which was growing of its own accord. Oh God, now Skinner will know, he thought. He didn't give it a second thought when Skinner's tongue ran up the length of his rapidly rising shaft and swirled around the crown of his member. A sigh escaped his throat.

"Take the gag out of his mouth," Alex said.

Skinner moved up the length of Mulder's naked body, allowing his own naked flesh to brush against the hot bound man below him, feeling their cocks rub together. He pulled the gag from Mulder's mouth and looked at it.

"Recognize it?" Alex asked. "It's one of yours."

Skinner's eyes widened when he realized the object he held was one of his jock straps. "How?"

"Last week, at the gym. I stole it from your bag while you showered. Fox, was it salty enough for you?" Alex asked.

Mulder opened his mouth and closeted it a few times. "Fu-fuck you," he managed to say, wiggling his jaw a few more times. "Krychek, I'm gonna kill you myself."

"Walt, shut Mulder up." Alex said.

Skinner look over his shoulder at Alex, and turned back to face Mulder. "I'll be gentle, I promise," he whispered. He leaned down and kissed the agent he fantasied about when masturbating late at night in his own bed. He closed his eyes and kissed Mulder long and hard, pressing his tongue against Mulder's and allowing Mulder to return the kiss.

Mulder couldn't help himself. When Skinner placed his lips against his own, and their tongues touched, he couldn't help but kiss him back, and he immediately regretted it, because each bodily action was giving him away. At least Skinner could claim Krychek was controlling his somehow, with that palm pilot, but his own erection and the kiss, surely Skinner would know how much he had wanted this, under different circumstances, he thought.

"Sure Walt, you'll be gently," Alex hissed. "Reach into the night stand."

Skinner did as he was told, and he found a bottle of lube. He looked back at Alex. "I won't hurt him. You can't make me do that. I'll die first."

"Aw, how sweet. Now take the lube on your index finger and stick it up your ass," Alex ordered.

Skinner looked at Alex trying to guess the next move. A thought suddenly dawned on him. He knew, and while there was fear in his eyes, he would do it for Mulder. Hell, he wanted to do it many times, but without the presence of Alex Krychek. He again did as he was told, lubing up his ass.

"That's good Walt. You do this at home?" Alex smirked at the snarled expression he got in answer. "Yeah. Now take two fingers," Alex said. "You'll need to fit three if you plan on this being less painful."

Skinner tried to close out Alex's voice, looking down in to Mulder's eyes.

Mulder opened his mouth. "I'm sorry."

"Shh, it's okay," Skinner said.

"Oh, you two are so sweet," Alex said. "Walt, position yourself over that throbber of Mulder's. By the way, Fox, I've got to say, you're hung."

"Fuck you," Mulder hissed.

"No, fuck Skinner. Walt, guide that cock up your ass, and don't stop sitting until your balls are on Foxy's stomach."

Skinner again locked eyes with Mulder and slipped the long, wide, and hot to touch cock into his hole. "Oh God, it hurts." he said.

Alex approached the bed and rested his hand on Skinner's shoulder, pushing downward. Skinner felt the pain subside as he came to a stop. He looked down and saw his balls truly were resting on Mulder's stomach.

"Now rise up a little," Alex ordered.

Skinner pushed up, feeling the long throbbing shaft pulse slightly in his ass.

Mulder winced. "It's so tight," he sighed.

"Thrust up, Mulder." Alex ordered. "Thrust up and fuck your boss. It's the fantasy of everyone on the planet to fuck their boss in some way, and you're going to do it."

Mulder had closed out Alex's voice and was thrusting up because he wanted so badly to be buried in Walter Skinner's ass again. He wanted to feel the pressure of Skinner's tight hole on his shaft, and feel the pressure building in his own balls.

"Thrust!" Alex shouted. "Again! Again! Again!"

Mulder focused on Walter Skinner's forehead, glistening with sweat, and his muscular chest, also glistening. He thrust because he wanted to, not because he was being forced to by a sick rat bastard. He thrust because he wanted Skinner to know he loved him and he would do anything, including taking orders from Alex Krychek, if it meant saving their lives.

Alex stopped shouting, and watched Fox Mulder thrust his hips upward and fall back, and up again, slamming his cock into Skinner's ass. Mulder had taken on a rhythm and needed no prompting. Alex took great joy in watching the two men who hurt him the most, next to that fucking cigarette smoking prick, humiliating themselves before him. Although, they both seemed to enjoy it, but he didn't care. This was going to be so good when it was over, he thought.

"I"m getting close," Mulder said through clenched teeth. "Krychek, I can't keep this up."

"That's the idea, you silly man. You're going to cum in his ass," Alex said.

Both Mulder and Skinner looked at Krychek briefly, then Skinner turned back to Mulder. "Do it Fox, fuck me! Cum in me! Do it!"

Mulder stared at Skinner, hearing him say the words he longed to hear, even if they weren't meant, sent him into the euphoric state he knew he couldn't control. He bucked several more times and sighed.

Skinner felt Mulder's cock throb in his ass, and then felt the explosion of cum bathe his prostate, and a second eruption, and third and forth, fifth, oh God, how much could Mulder cum, he thought. Seven, eight, nine. He felt each blast of hot cum and felt it dripping out of his ass and down his legs. Mulder was still beneath him.

"Oh, that was priceless," Alex said.

The voice brought Mulder back down to reality. He was still bound to his bed and had just humiliated his boss, his friend, by cumming in his ass. But somehow, looking into Skinner's eyes, he saw something, a glint of relief, as if he wanted him to do what Alex had forced him to do. It couldn't be, he thought.

"Oh, Walt, that was really hot," Alex said. "Now, I want you to straddled Mulder and let him have the pleasure of sucking your massive missile."

Skinner didn't even argue. He extracted Mulder's cock from his ass, and felt an emptiness he suddenly longed for Mulder to refill. He moved up Mulder's body and gently placed his cock against Mulder's lips.

"Suck it!" Alex ordered.

Mulder flashed his eyes toward Krychek, and back to the cock he had longed to suck for so many years. Now here it was, resting against his lips, and he didn't want this to ever end. He opened his mouth, and took the semi-soft cock in his mouth, and felt it begin to grow. He briefly shifted his eyes to Krychek, to the palm pilot, checking to see if Alex was controlling Skinner's cock. He brought his eyes back to Skinner, glancing up.

"It's all me," Skinner whispered. He thrust forward into Mulder's mouth until he could feel the tip of his cock touching the back of Mulder's throat. "Oh, you're good!" He moaned. He felt his cock getting very rigid.

Alex smirked at Skinner's pleasure. "That's it, Walt. Go with it. You know you've wanted to do this to Mulder since you met him."

Skinner's cock slipped from Mulder's lips.

"Have you?" Mulder asked.

"Answer the man," Alex ordered.

Skinner looked down into Mulder's eyes. "Keep sucking," he said.

"I think you should bitch slap him with your cock," Alex said. "Make him beg for it."

Skinner took his cock in hand and smacked it gently, at first, against Mulder's cheeks. Then harder. Left and right, across his face. "Tell me you want to suck me," Skinner said.

"I want to suck you," Mulder replied. "Please. Please let me have your cock in my mouth."

"Priceless," Alex said. He watched Mulder hungrily devour Walter Skinner's throbbing cock, sucking on it like a pro. Oh, if Mulder only knew, Alex thought. It would really blow his mind. Well, no time like the present. "Yeah, Mulder. Suck it like you sucked mine," Alex said.

Mulder and Skinner froze, both staring at Alex. "What?" Skinner asked.

"Yeah, Fox blew me, and he's good. Oh, he didn't know it was me. He was in a sleazy adult book store in the red light district. He didn't know I was following him, but when he went into the video booth in the back, and I took the booth right next to him, and saw the gloryhole and his finger wiggling in it. Oh, he was so good. He had no idea he blew me," Alex said with glee. "He took my cock just like he's taking yours. That's it, Walt, thrust into his pretty boy mouth. Fuck his face."

Mulder looked up at Skinner, and felt fear. Not only did Skinner know he sucked cock before, but now they both knew whose cock had been sucked.

"So, were there others besides me?" Alex asked as Skinner thrust into Mulder's mouth, choking him. "Of course there were. He's a pro, isn't he Walt. Best head you've ever had, right?"

"Yeah! Suck me," Skinner said.

"Slow down Walt. I don't want you cumming in his mouth," Alex said.

"I want to," Skinner said. " I want to wash the vile act you did with him out of his mind. Fox, make me cum in your mouth. Forget you ever sucked off that rat bastard."

Skinner felt a slight tingle in his balls and mild pain starting. No, he thought. NO! He fell back from his position on top of Mulder and landed at Alex's feet.

"I said for you to stop." Alex stepped back, and Skinner staggered to his feet, falling against the bed.

"Now what?" Skinner whispered

"You haven't admitted how much you want to fuck Mulder. Think how often you've considered him a pain in the ass, now you get to be a pain in his ass, literally. You're going to make him scream," Alex replied. "First, loosen the bonds on his legs and slip a couple pillows beneath him. I want you to look into his eyes while you fuck him."

Skinner didn't even question his tormentor, as Alex waved the palm pilot before him. He loosened the bonds, while Mulder lay their watching the man whose cock he had just sucked on. He longed to repeat this entire scene, without Krychek, but doubted Skinner would be so cooperative. He let Skinner slip two pillows beneath his ass and watched him crawl between his legs.

Skinner reached for the lube.

"No," Alex said. "No lube for Mulder. You can only use a drop of it on your cock."

"It'll hurt him." Skinner started to protest. "I told you--"

"And I told you, NO LUBE!" Alex shouted, cutting Skinner off. "Now, neither of you gets any lube. You should be slick enough anyway, judging from the precum I see leaking out of that pecker of yours."

Skinner positioned himself against Mulder's gaping ass. "I'm sorry," he said. He gently pressed the tip of his cock against the hole and pushed.

Mulder clenched his eyes closed as the tip the size of a golf ball entered his ass. It burned with searing pain, but Skinner stopped and the pain gradually went away. He opened his eyes to see Skinner paused eight inches from him. He nodded and Skinner started to move slowing.

"That won't do, Walt." Alex said. "Slam it into him. Slam it NOW!" He barked the order, and slapped his hand against Skinner's ass, causing him to lurch forward until he felt his balls against Mulder's ass. Mulder's screams were loud enough to bring any curious neighbors, if he lived in a better neighborhood where neighbors would actually show concern for one another.

Skinner looked down at Mulder, seeing the tears in his eyes. Mulder saw Skinner leaning downward. "It's okay," he whispered. "I know you didn't mean it."

Skinner slowly pulled back, and thrust forward again. "You feel so good on my cock. Forget Alex is here. Forget everything. Fox, I've wanted something like this since I met you. Since the first time you got that look in your eyes when I handed you an x-file. Don't let Alex break you with this. Don't let him break us. I'll be as gently as I can. I swear."

"Oh you lovey types are just too much," Alex said. "Now ride him like you would if it were me, bound over a saw horse in the basement of a leather club on the red light district. You remember Walt, don't you? The first week I was assigned to work with Mulder? You went to a club you frequent when you can't get the kind of loving you want from anyone else. There was this guy in a leather hood, and chaps. Nothing else. You took him to the back room and bound him yourself. Remember now?"

Skinner closed his eyes and slowly thrust in and out of Mulder while Alex told his tale. "I love you," he whispered to Mulder.

"Yeah, you love him. That's why you took the guy in the leather hood, bound him to saw horse, lubed up his ass and slam fucked him, shouting 'Take it Fox! Take my big cock!' I'll bet you'd forgotten all about it, hadn't you?" Alex asked, the smirk on his lips danced and his eyes sparkled while he remembered the pleasure and pain he felt at the hands of Skinner. "You fucked that hooded man, and then left him bound to the saw horse, walking out without even removing his hood. You never looked to see whose ass you so thoroughly plowed that night."

"In my mind it's always you," Skinner whispered to Mulder as he thrust a little faster.

"Do it," Mulder said, panting. "I don't care about who was in the past, only about this moment. Fuck me like you fantasized."

"Yeah, fuck him like you fantasized," Alex prodded. "Fuck him like you fucked me!"

Skinner was rapidly thrusting in and out of Mulder, slamming his pelvis against Mulder's ass and moaning with pleasure. "Yes! Tight! Yes! Fox, you're mine! Say it! You're mine!"

"I'm yours!" Mulder shouted. "I'm yours!" He felt Skinner's cock erupt in his ass, equaling his own orgasm a short while ago. Then Skinner collapsed on top of him. Panting. He leaned in and kissed Mulder gently on the mouth, before rolling off him.

"Bravo! I'd shout encore," Alex said, "but both of you are so much older then I, I doubt you'd be up to it. Just as well, I'm almost out of film."

Skinner and Mulder both opened their eyes wide. "Film?!" They both asked in unison.

Alex nodded toward the dresser and the camcorder with the blinking green light. "I think I'll start with Internet sales. And then there will always be that surprise Christmas party showing down at the bureau. Oh, you two are going to be a hit. I can retire from the whole spy biz now, and just live off the hot tape of two men fucking like animals. This is gonna make me enough to live very comfortably."

Skinner launched up from the bed and fell to the ground holding his temples. "Tsk, tsk, Walter. I'm in control. I control the vertical, I control the horizontal," Alex said, tapping the palm pilot again and watching Skinner pass out on the floor. "Don't worry Fox. Lover boy will come around. You know, this could be a snuff film very easily, but I like the idea of you walking into a video store one day, and seeing you're pictures on the cover of a video box. I relish the idea of you Skinner wondering if anyone else in the bureau has the same kinks and has seen you. I live for the moments when you're eyes meet a strangers and they have that moment of recognition, and you see it in their eyes, and know they know. Oh Fox. This is my sweet revenge. I live my life without my arm, maimed because of you, and now you suffer emotional torment for the remainder of your life." Alex picked up his camcorder. "Do me a favor, and thank Walt properly for me."

With his parting comment, Alex exited, and Mulder lay struggling in his bonds, his mind filled with all the possibilities of people who might see the tape, and also all the possibilities of sex with Skinner once he came to again. What if's were filling his mind, facing recriminating and reproachful, and some lustful stares. Oh God, he thought, what happens if the Lone Gunmen ever see that tape?



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