Magic Shell: Snack

by Evielouise

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?

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