My Favourite Game
by
Nicole S
I start to clean
the blood off and look more closely at my reflection.Tiny wrinkles are forming
under my eyes. They seem to get deeper everytime I look at them. My eyes are
still green, but they don't have thatsame fresh look like they used to.
They've seen so much it's a wonderI don't go blind. I notice the bags showing
under the bruises, so deepand black, reminding me of Lurch from the Addams
Family. I look tired. I've been doing this too long, doing all this dirty
work, and dirtywork's a tough job.
I can't think of where I've been, or what
I've done in the past fewmonths. I get weary of all the names, dates, and
faces that runthrough my brain. It's better to push it away and not deal with
it.
I rummage through the first aid kit on the small counter next to thesink
and tape the cut on my cheek back together. I notice I'm low ongauze. A
well-stocked first aid kit is essential in this... I want tosay relationship,
but I'm not really sure what it is.
We've been doing this for months, this
fighting. This dance with eachother, that leaves both of us spent and panting.
I've becomeaccustomed to wearing dark sunglasses and keeping my head low as
Itravel, trying to keep my scrapes and bruises away from the prying,concerned
eyes of other people. Long sleeves, baseball hats, andturtlenecks are a must.
My superiors want to know what I'm doing, whyI look this way. They say they're
concerned and are genuinely worriedabout me. That's bullshit. They're just
being nosy. The last meetingI went to, I had a black eye, split lip, and other
injuries thatcouldn't be seen, but I'm sure they had suspected were there.
Thesmoker came up to me, and started in with his prying questions, but Igave
him the brush off. Now two men are following me, but I'm toosmart and manage
to evade them. But that can't last forever.
And neither can this.
I'm
finished taping and work on disinfecting the scrapes on my hands.Slowly, I wash
away the blood, not wincing as the peroxide bubbles andsputters in the wound.
The pain isn't as sweet as when it was firstfelt, but it reminds me of what
happened tonight and the rush I feltwith every blow.
I waited for
Mulder for almost an hour, cruising by the place we wereto meet under the QEW
at Cherry. There was a patch of vacant landnearby, enclosed by a fence that
was a perfect location for a battle.
I drove around for that hour, up and
down the highway, watching thelights from the city sparkle on the lake, my cock
hard in my pants,wondering if Mulder even realized why I had picked this
place?
"Toronto?" he'd said when I phoned him. "What the hell's in Canada?"I
didn't reply; instead, I hung up.
This was where Cronenberg filmed Crash, and
I wanted tonight to be justlike that. All violence and twisted metal, and
blood, bruises and sex. There was an abandoned, burnt out car hidden behind the
tall grassthat the loser would undoubtedly get fucked over. And that excited
mea lot.
The traffic was minimal, this being in the middle of the night, so
Iknew it was his car when the headlights swung over me as he exited theelevated
highway. My cock got even harder, and adrenaline shot throughmy veins. I had
to force myself to calm down, because one blow to thegroin, and I would be
hurting something fierce for a long time.
He drove over the downed
chain-link, through the tall grass, andstopped beside me. He got out of his
car, confident and ready. Isized him up; he looked fucking terrific as always.
He carefully tookoff his jacket and pulled off his sweater. I did the
same.
"You ready, Krycek?" he purred, hands clenching into fists.
"As ready
as you are."
We started at each other, hands gripping flesh, arms around each
other,trying to wrestle each other to the ground. Then he started hittingme.
The first blow was a crack up against my jaw, making me see starsand sending a
ripple of pain through my head. God, I'd missed him.
I got him in the abs
and face, then tripped over a rock and fell. Iwinced as my body hit the dirt
and felt a rock cut my cheek but didn'thave any time to catch my breath, as he
hauled me back to my feet andpunched me in the side. I let out a howl. His
fist landed where adeep bruise remained from last time.
Out of breath, I
swung back and got him upside the head, which sent himreeling. That afforded
me a few seconds to breathe some air beforegoing back at him again. I kicked
him in the thigh, hoping he'd godown, but his stance was sturdy. Then he got
me in the gut, and Icouldn't take it. I fell to the ground on my knees, hands
clutching myabdomen, then puked.
He stood over me, fists at the ready,
waiting for me to get up again,but I didn't.
"Okay," I said weakly. I wasn't
going to beat him tonight, no matterhow much I tried.
He smacked me on the
back, then went to his car. I knelt there for afew minutes, then slowly went
to my car, opened the trunk, and unzippedmy overnight bag. I hadn't slopped
all over myself, so I didn't needto clean myself up. I grabbed a small bottle
of Listerine, took aswig, swished thoroughly, then spat to the side. That was
much better.
He was now beside me, watching me with a condom and lube in his
hand; Iwasn't getting out of this, no matter what. And I didn't want to.
He
looked at me, silently telling me he was ready for me, his eyessmouldering with
lust.
I reached out and kissed him hard, backing him up against my car.
Hishand cupped my face, and he started grinding his crotch into me. "Fuckme
over the car," I whispered against his lips. "That burnt out one inthe
corner."
He pulled away from my lips and dragged his thumb across them,
beforehauling me over to the hunk of twisted metal next to the concretepillar
and shoving me over it. I moaned, not out of pain, but ofknowing what was
coming next. My cock was hard, and my ass was achingto be filled. He pulled
down my jeans, prepared me hastily, and thenshoved his cock into me.
I reared
up and tried to reach back to kiss him, but he leaned over meand held my hands
over my head. This was better. I loved it when hetook total control over
me.
"You like that, Krycek?"
"Harder," I whimpered
"You're a slut, you
know that?" He slammed into me harder. "Aninsatiable slut."
I could only
moan as he pounded into me.
"Such a beautiful, fucking slut."
Mulder
slammed even harder, and I came right then and there; he didn'thave to touch my
cock. I cried out and came onto the hulk that used tobe an automobile, then
heaving a shuddering breath. He wasn't too farbehind, chanting the word,
"Yeah."
He stayed in me longer than usual, his head on my shoulder,
breathinginto my ear. After a few minutes, he pulled out of me and pulled
thecondom off, unceremoniously dropping it on the ground. Then he kissedme for
a long time.
We got this motel room after he'd fucked me against the
car, both of uswanting more but not willing to get caught doing it. The man at
thefront desk didn't ask any questions about the blood and dust coveringus or
the ripped jeans or the fact that the bruise on Mulder's cheekmatched the
pattern of my knuckles exactly, as people that work atmotels like this tend not
to. Instead, we paid our 40 bucks, the mangave us the key, and we went up to
the room. The man behind the deskgave us a weary look, as if he saw people
coming in here looking likethis every day. Then again, he probably did.
When
we got inside the room, Mulder shoved me back against the wall,rough like he
always was with me. My spine was jolted as my back hitthe plaster with a thud.
He kissed me hard, but gentle at the sametime, his tongue caressing mine, our
teeth clicking together for abrief instant. He needed me; I could feel that he
wanted me. I wantedhim just as bad, even though I'd just had him twenty
minutes ago.
"Fuck me, Mulder," I moaned against his mouth.
He didn't say a
word; instead, he kissed me harder, and slid his handsup and under my
t-shirt.
I let him strip me, then he took off his own clothes,
everythingmingling in a heap on the dirty carpet. I could see bruises
blossomingover his torso and thigh, where I had hit and kicked him. God, he
wasbeautiful.
Then his mouth was suddenly all over my body, nipping and
lickingeverywhere. We'd never done this before, never been with each
otherbesides a victory fuck or two. I could feel the tension in the air ashe
laid me down on the dirty coverlet on the bed. We'd crossed a line;we'd taken
a step in a new direction. Could we handle it?
With us it was fists and fury
and adrenaline sweat. We had a set ofrules; the winner won and took his
reward. The loser gave him his all,his body, his flesh, and the winner's cock
sliding into the loser'sasshole was the sweetest thing ever felt. But now,
aggressive as hewas, I felt a need for him to be close to me. I needed to be
close tohim, too. It was nice, here in his arms on a bed, not caring whatwould
leave stains on the already stained bedclothes.
Slowly, Mulder explored my
body, mesmerized by the mass of contusionsand scars that covered it. A sense
of pride washed over his face as heran his tongue over the cuts on my face and
abdomen that he had made,like he owned a piece of me.
And he did. Mulder's
the only person I can do this with. He's theonly one that I can share this
bloodlust with. With Mulder, it's notabout domination; it's the ultimate power
exchange. We give each otherour pain and relish every blow. Every cut, every
bruise, every scrapeof the flesh is a badge of honour, worn to impress each
other.
It's not like when I have to do my job and be aggressive with
someone.When I'm on the job, I'm there to intimidate. My job is to hurtpeople.
I give people pain, and they take it and keep it insidethemselves until they
can't take it any more. With Mulder, we shareevery pulsating, screaming nerve
ending, and the more we hurt, thebetter it is for the both of us.
I ran my
hands over his body, caressing and probing where I couldreach. He was on top
of me, licking the hollow of my neck, andplucking my nipples with his fingers.
I loved it when he was on top ofme; I felt safe and wanted. When I lost to
him, I gave myself to himcompletely, cherishing every stroke that he pounded
into me.
I love winning as much as he does, but I lose more often just to
feelhis large cock up my ass. But that's something he'll never know.
I
sucked in my breath as he pinched a nipple harder. My cock was hardand
leaking, and I was squirming under him, trying to get him to fuckme, but
somehow I knew he was going to prolong my frustration as longas possible.
His
mouth moved down my chest, sucking the salty, dirty skin, notcaring that I was
salty and dirty. I could smell our musk, blood, andarousal mingling together,
longing to taste the combination on mytongue. I moved to sit up and do just
that, but a strong hand pushedme back into the bed.
So I just lay there,
letting him move down my body with his tongue.When he reached my groin, he
rested his head on my thigh and blew on mycock, sending shivers up my body.
Then he started massaging my balls,his fingers delicately squeezing them,
pulling on the hairs thatcovered them, driving me absolutely insane.
I was
whimpering, "please, please, please," under my breath, andtwisting the dirty
coverlet in my hands out of frustration. He kissedthe top of my cock then ran
his tongue down one side and up the other.My breath caught in the back of my
throat. I'd wanted him to do thisto me for such a long time. I thought I'd
surely died and gone toheaven.
He didn't do that for long. I was almost
ready to explode, and hesensed that. Instead, he reached down to the floor and
picked up hisjacket, removing a tube of lube from the pocket. He squeezed some
ofthe gel onto two fingers, then slowly worked them into my ass.
I held my
legs wide as his fingers probed forward. I was alreadysomewhat loose from his
victory fuck earlier, but it felt good for himto do this to me. He applied
more lube, then entered another finger.Then another. When he tried for more, I
gasped and shook my head; thiswasn't what I wanted right now.
"Not yet, hmm?"
He came up and kissed me on the mouth, so sweet andtender, that I thought I was
having an out of body experience. "Soon,"he promised.
He rolled on a condom,
looking at me the whole time, his gaze notleaving my own. Then he slicked up
his cock, while I held my legs widefor him, waiting for him to plunge into me.
He moved his hands over mybody gently, before entering me slowly.
Mulder
settled on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress.I couldn't stand
it. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was soused to rough and tumble
fucking, not making love.
His hips moved back and forth, at first slow and
shallow, kissing metenderly. I kissed him back and cupped his ass. My cock
was trappedbetween us, smearing fluid on both of our bellies. Then he stopped
andjust lay there like a blanket on top of me, not moving. He felt sogood
inside me, hard and throbbing.
After a few minutes, he kissed me, then sat up
on his knees. I lookedinto his eyes, and I'd seen that look before. He meant
business, now.He hauled my legs over his shoulders and started pumping hard and
deep. I pushed my shoulders back into the mattress and whimpered every timehis
cock hit my prostate. He reached forward and stroked me exactlythree times
before I came. Sweat rolled down his cheeks as he kept upthe pace, faster,
harder, eyes shut tight, lower lip caught between histeeth, until he finally
collapsed on top of me, panting, kissing myear, and whispering my
name.
I close the door to the bathroom and start the shower. I have to
washsome of this grime off of me that's been collecting for days, as I'vebeen
travelling. The warm water feels good on the cuts, stinging them,reminding me
of what happened earlier. God, that makes me hard, whichis surprising,
considering Mulder just had his cock up my ass for thepast hour.
God, he can
fuck. He angles his cock just right, so it connects withmy prostate, and I'm
screaming his name as I come harder than I've comewith anybody else. His cock
is large, and he can stay hard for a verylong time. A shiver runs up my spine,
and I start to harden as I thinkof him.
My hand moves down to my cock, but I
just wash it, saving what I havefor Mulder. Soon, I exit the shower and dry
off, then open the door.An orange rectangle of light bathes his naked form
under the sheet andblanket on the bed. His back is towards me, and I can see
his strongback rising and falling with his breaths.
I should just
leave.
But I don't.
Instead, I turn the light off, crawl into bed and curl
up againstMulder's warm body.
He turns over and looks at me in the dim light
coming through thewindow. He brushes his hand over my cheek, caressing the cut
that'sthere. "Next time, pick a place without all those large rocks,"
hegrins.
I grin back and kiss his nose. I'm glad he doesn't think this is
over. It's far from over. We need this, the violence and pain and blood.It's a
part of us now, and I know we can't let go.
I snuggle into his embrace and
lay my head on his shoulder. His armscome around me, and it feels good.
I
close my eyes and start to drift off, knowing that we'll fight again,and this
won't change anything, but now there is more to fight for.
The End...
I look at myself in the mirror and notice there's
blood smeared acrossmy face and into my hair. I'm not sure if it's all mine or
if some ofit belongs to Mulder. I'm pretty sure most of it belongs to me, as
thecut on my cheek under my right eye has opened up again.
