The dark came first, and light came out of that. So the stories say.
And so stories shine out. But stories about the dark are difficult.
We sit inside ourselves looking out at the absence of light, and all
we can see of the tales is the glimmer of eyes, the gleam of fangs.
Hungry hints. To go out of ourselves to hunt for a story we know
will be frightening and strong is hardto do. It takes courage. The
darkness might win.
So we stare and breathe softly and strain. We tense. Anything might
be out there. What was that sound? Was it a moan of lust, a whimper
of pain? What is that moving out there? Maybe Fox Mulder with a gun.
Maybe Alex Krycek with a knife. Who will die? Who will have
dangerous, scary sex? Who will recognize themselves in the dark? Who
will see it all from the shadows they dared and live to tell the
tale?
Baser Desires by Loren Q
I'm too far gone to stop... the images blur and change. A gun to my
head, his cock tearing into me. I pump faster--to the cadence of an
imaginary Krycek fucking me. I hear my own voice, calling to him...
cursing him... begging him.
I cry out in a rush of breath and semen. Then I just cry.
Cauterizedby Satina and Orangy
"Were you going to cut off my dick, Krycek?" I don't even want
to hear the answer, but something inside me that hates me makes
me ask.
"No." His voice is barely audible, a low, whispering growl.
"Just your finger."
It Has to Be You by Zoe Takashi
Usually, he tells me when he wants to see me. But occasionally he
seeks me out. And there's always a barely suppressed rage on these
rare occasions when Mulder uses my body to make up for the injustice
in the world.
The anger won't dissipate until he's fucked me, but the beating will
go on until his fury has run its course.
Love Hurts by Satina
"This is better than I thought it would be," said Cardinale,
sounding slightly breathless. "I like where this is going."
I closed my eyes and swallowed, realizing I had just added
sex to what until now had been about only pain. I knew that
Mulder would be much more likely to recover fully from
physical abuse, but that sexual assault was likely to finally
break his tortured mind.
Midnight Matinee by Morticia
"You are one seriously sad and fucked-up man, Alex Krycek," Mulder
snarled. "You cuff me, threaten me, strip me, nearly rip my fucking
nipples off and threaten to shoot a dozen civilians and this is
supposed to cheer me up?"
Krycek grinned.
