23rd June 1998 Puppy Love by Sue Queequag fixed her beady eyes on Pendrell and yipped, "Drop your drawers, big boy." Pendrell obeyed. He wasn't quite sure why but he knew, if the past was anything to go by, he was about to have the ride of his life. Deftly he stripped himself bare from the waist down. Queequag appraised her pet. He did look a little ridiculous with his shirt tails flapping around his privates but he *was* sporting an impressive erection and she hadn't experienced this much anticipation in a long time. "All fours," she commanded with a squeak. Pendrell obeyed again. He squatted on the rubbery exercise mat, so generously provided by his host, then shifted his limbs until he was comfortable. Queequag directed her hypnotic gaze to her other guest who'd been nervously scuffing a long gray groove into the carpet with his pacing. She'd have to be more careful with this one, he wasn't quite as malleable as the other. "Let's see what gems you've gotten hidden in there, Alex," she enticed huskily, grimacing with her best come hither smile. Krycek stared down at the little yippy dog and assessed his options. Yes, that tiny pair of teeth and feet, bundled in fur, was a real annoyance but watching Pendrell's equipment dangling there between his thighs was quite distracting. It didn't take him long to make a choice. He could always kick the living tar out of the dog later. Languidly Krycek unbuttoned his jeans before sliding the denim fabric down his thighs. "Very nice," Queequag admired, licking her slavering lips. "Let's see how well you can use your equipment." This piece of human detritus was proving to be quite a find. No underwear indeed. That alone spoke volumes. Krycek knelt behind Pendrell, smoothed his palm around the curve of a cheek. Not too bad; not quite as firm as Mulder's but then whose was? Pendrell groaned encouragingly and pressed back into the strong hand fondling his rump. "Okay, okay, its coming," Krycek reassured. "Have a little patience." After a couple of deft strokes with his left hand, Krycek's equipment was up and ready for action. He paused a moment, something was missing, he needed ... Queequag sensing his disquiet, darted out of view behind the sofa. A few seconds later she trotted back jauntily, a tube of lube clenched between her teeth. Standing in front of Pendrell she offered up her gift. He held out his hand, palm cupped up, under her chin. "Nice doggie?" he encouraged with a saccharine tone. She dropped the tube onto the floor and sat back on her haunches in a huff. "Nice doggie!" He petted her affectionately on the top of her head. The impudence of some humans. After all she'd done, and was going to do, for him. She contemplated grabbing a quick smooch while his lips were still in striking distance. No, that was not a good idea. No need to disturb the boys when they were gearing up to perform for her. Grabbing the tube, Pendrell reached back between his thighs offering it to Krycek. "Hmmm?" Krycek wondered aloud. "I think ..." he paused teasing Pendrell, making him wait. "What?" "Well ..." "Tell me," Pendrell demanded, wiggling his ass in the hopes of encouraging a swifter response. "Ya know it might be better ....." "Just tell me Krycek ... what ever it is ... just tell me." Krycek smiled at the desperate tone that had crept into Pendrell's voice. "I want to see you grease yourself." A hot tingle spread rapidly through Pendrell's groin. God that sounded good. Twisting the top of the tube with his teeth Pendrell managed to use his mouth to squeeze a generous amount of the lube into his palm. Reaching back between his legs he pressed his hand into the cleft between his cheeks and smeared the lube there. Yes indeed, that did feel good. Yes indeed, that did look good. Yes indeed, these two were good. Since the two humans appeared oblivious to her presence Queequag skipped over to her bed and settled in for the show. Pendrell tentatively pressed a lube coated finger into his own asshole. The smoothness of the skin just inside surprised him so he forged on just to see how far the silky texture continued. Krycek groaned at the sight of Pendrell's wanton exploration. He grabbed the tube and lathered his own cock without breaking his stroke. As Pendrell's confidence grew his self examination accelerated. Multiple fingers dithered about his back entrance. It felt good. Really, really good. His balls were fist tight and his cock rock hard. "How about you devote some of that attention here," Krycek interrupted as he guided Pendrell's hand to his own balls while he pressed the head of his cock into the well greased, puckered opening. "God your balls are tight," Pendrell moaned. "Not as tight as your ass," shuddered Krycek. Slowly, very slowly, Krycek sank into Pendrell's burning depths. Oh so tight but absolutely fucking fantastic. Pendrell's ass might actually give Mulder's a run for its money. As Krycek's hips came to rest against Pendrell's ass, Pendrell could not believe how incredibly good it felt to have a man's cock occupying his ass. Who'd have thought it? The sensation of fullness was quite heady. He, Pendrell, was a possession of one Alex Krycek, traitor, conniver, murderer, fucker. Oh yes, Alex was one hell of a fucker. Pendrell wondered what would happen if movement were added to the equation. He dipped forward slightly, baring an inch of Krycek's cock then sank back resheathing it. Krycek gasped. Pendrell liked the sound of that so he repeated the movement. Krycek gasped again. Oh yeah baby let's do it. Rocking back and forth Pendrell fucked Alex Krycek senseless, driving him half mad with slight feints, small slow strokes, sudden long glides back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Suddenly Pendrell felt the stinging bite of fingernails on his hips as fingers tightened their hold and the other man seized control. Accelerating the fucking to the appropriate speed, Krycek finished himself in a cacophony of panting, skin slapping, expletives and barking. When Alex was finally empty he slumped on to Pendrell's back, who's knees finally gave out. The two sank to the floor and lay panting a moment, Krycek aglow with sexual satisfaction, Pendrell uncomfortably aware of his weeping erection prodding at his belly. Queequag skittled forward, grinning from ear to ear, "Well boys you are hot tonight. Wow! Given what studs you are any chance you can help me out here?" Krycek's eyes darkened and his face tightened. "Why don't you come here and find out?" The sweet contrast of his voice told her all she needed to know. Backing away from them gingerly she smiled, "That's okay guys, don't worry about me." Glancing around she checked on her escape route from the room. "Watching mind blowingly frantic sex like that always generates an appetite." She was almost to the door. "May be we could get together again later? When you're not so pooped?" With a sudden rush she darted through the door just as a boot came flying through the air, crashing into the door, slamming it closed behind her. Krycek quickly lifted himself and rolled Pendrell over onto his back before the squashed man had a chance to wiggle free. "I'm pretty hungry myself. How about I start with a snack and see what develops from there?" Krycek grinned. Without further ado he slid down Pendrell's torso and swallowed an engorged, demanding cock to the hilt. As his head jerked back with surprise the only words that Pendrell managed to articulate before incoherence struck were, "Oh my." The End