Subject: Magic Shell #10: Ice Cream Sandwich by Wylfcynne PWP~NC17~M/S/K DISTRIBUTION: Gossamer, Ephemeral, MulderTorture, MSR-SMUT, the Spookys and Xemplary, certainly; anyone else, please ask; that way I'll know where it all goes, so I can visit. SPOILERS: none, although I think this is set during Mulder & Krycek's (however brief) partnership. RATING: NC-17!!! CLASSIFICATION: SMUT AND NOTHING BUT!!! SUMMARY: forget it; if I include one, the header will be longer than the story!! DISCLAIMER: They certainly aren't mine; The Surfer God doesn't let his people do things like THIS!! If they were mine, they'd be having more fun, and I'd have more money! I'm just borrowing Spooky, the Ice Queen and the Rat for some fun and games...I promise I'll bring them back on time and unharmed...and they won't remember a thing... AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm a comparative newcomer to X Files fiction, but I have a long history of character abuse in other fandoms. Those characters are all very glad my attentions have turned elsewhere; they needed a break to finish healing. DEDICATION: Overall, all my X Files work is dedicated to my writing partner, Ravenwald, without whom I would still be doing all this using a ballpoint pen, who introduced me to fandom on the 'Net, and awakened the Muse, who had been sleeping for a VERY long time. Also dedicated to my beta-Goddesses: Xenith, Evielouise, Char and the rest of the Sisterhood. AUTHOR'S NOTES: This begins after the end of Evielouise's "Snack" SeX Files 02, which is a sequel to Brick Wall by Jacquie LaVa (Yes, there are Magic Shell stories 3-9, and 11 and beyond; but this one is a direct sequel to #2). M&S are still standing beside that old historical wall... This, along with the rest of the stories in the Magic Shell stories, was written in direct response to a challenge on a private list: the story had to involve MSR, an NC-17 rating and Magic Shell ice cream topping... +++++ "Show me what you've got, Alex," she reached out and stroked the bulge in his jeans. Mulder's hands tightened on her upper arms. She leaned back against him reassuringly, and his grip loosened. But she could feel Mulder's breathing accelerate as Krycek, suddenly hesitant, slowly dragged down the zipper of his jeans. Impatient, Scully pushed his hands aside, slid her talented little fingers inside and revealed him. Krycek swayed, gritting his teeth. Scully looked up over her shoulder, and, sure enough, Mulder was staring at Krycek, his mouth open. She smiled privately; another suspicion confirmed. She had awakened Mulder's sexual self-confidence, crushed long ago by a woman he would not name, and she had convinced him that a real live woman--herself!--could, and did, enjoy his attentions. This had gone a long way toward freeing him from his dependence on vicarious gratification. Much to her delight, she had discovered that he was game for almost anything as long as she was part of it. (*At least he has good taste in partners!*) she preened. "Hey, Tomcat," she whispered up to him. "Yeah?" His attention was still riveted on the sloe-eyed Russian, who was still staring at Scully. "Your turn," she whispered to him. "You want him?" Krycek moaned, and Mulder shuddered from head to foot, while his grip on her tightened again. "Well?" "God, yes..." "So do I," she whispered. "Sandwich?" Mulder tore his eyes away from Krycek. "Him in the middle? Or you?" She flicked an appraising glance at Krycek, then looked back up at Mulder. "Who do you want to be inside of?" she purred. "I can handle both of you..." That was a hint, and he caught it instantly. He grinned at her. "Can you?" That was a challenge, and she grinned more widely. "Try me." "Okay." Mulder's hands stroked down her body, testing curves he had memorized long ago. "Got any lube?" That gave them pause, but it only lasted for a moment, till Krycek spoke up. "Here. We can use this." He was holding the bottle of Magic Shell ice cream topping. There was a moment of silence while they considered. Krycek's shoulders slumped. "You weren't serious after all. Bastard." He started to turn away. Scully hugged Mulder quickly and then let go of him to grab at Krycek's wrist. "Hey. We're not done with you, yet." He turned slowly, and she could see the vulnerability in his eyes. "You in back, Mulder in front," she offered. "It's your chance to go up against the wall, Alex." Krycek shivered, and glanced over at Mulder as if for confirmation. "I'm up for it if you are," Mulder spoke softly, grinning. He waited for a moment, then let his smile fade. "But you be careful. If you hurt her, I'll kill you." "I'm not into pain," Krycek assured him. He took a deep breath. "Me first?" Scully grinned at him. "Go for it." She turned away from him, facing Mulder, whose glittering eyes seemed to drive through her as she leaned on him and spread her feet apart. Krycek turned his attention to her well-toned bottom, and concentrated on rimming her with enthusiasm. When his chocolate-covered finger first probed her, she leaned into Mulder, who bent to kiss her while his arms held her close. When Krycek's second slickened finger went in, she moaned, rubbing her breasts against Mulder's bared chest. She could feel Mulder's excitement renewing itself against her as she let Krycek's hands rock her forward and back. A third finger probed, and she went up on tiptoe with a gasp, eyes closed, throwing her head back. "Be careful!" she heard Mulder growl. "She's little!" "She's TIGHT," Krycek corrected him breathlessly as he backed his hand out. "Oh, my God, is she tight...!" "I'm okay," she gasped. "C'mon, Alex..." "You've got to relax, Scully. If I went in now I'd rip you up." "But it feels good," she protested. "Try..." Krycek looked up. "Mulder?" Mulder considered briefly and then shrugged. "She's an adult. She knows what she wants. Just remember what I said. Your obit will mention the empty bottle of chocolate sauce recovered during the autopsy." Krycek shook off the threat and went back to work. When Scully felt his hand on her shoulder, his blunt head testing her, the combination of that touch and the smell of chocolate warmed to body heat was almost enough to make her whimper. Instead, she sighed luxuriantly and invited Krycek in with a careful wriggle. "I dreamed this once..." she murmured. Mulder was petting her. "You did? Specifically?" "I dreamed of two handsome men and me in a chocolate factory," she admitted, her voice soft, her eyes closed as she consciously tried to help Krycek achieve the penetration he craved. "Close enough?" Krycek panted. Scully moaned as he finally thrust home, and he sagged momentarily against her, his open mouth panting against the nape of her neck, stirring her hair, making shivers run down her spine. Mulder tightened his hold on her as her knees buckled. "Easy...easy..." He slid his hands under her thighs and lifted her off the ground. Scully threw her arms around him and held on. Krycek made a sound that could not truly be understood as more than acknowledgment that she had been moved. "I'll be careful," Mulder promised them both. She flexed her muscles very carefully, and Krycek groaned. "Better hurry, Mulder, or you'll get left behind," Scully growled. She held her body as still as she could, sensing how close Krycek was, but she reached up and bit Mulder's earlobe. "C'mon..." "Turn to your left, Alex," Mulder instructed calmly. "Put your back on the wall. I'll hold her." They shifted. When Krycek was braced, Mulder reached past Scully's head and kissed Krycek hard, while he entered Scully's body easily. She wrapped her legs around him, and Krycek whimpered. Mulder could feel Krycek within her, through that thin barricade of muscle, and he shivered. This was going to be short and sharp. He could feel himself already losing control. He thrust into Scully, thrust at Krycek, finding his pace quickly, wrapping his arms around them both. Scully, pinned tightly between them, was already beginning to pulse around him when Alex came with a violent thrust and a cry that he stifled by turning his head and sinking his teeth into Mulder's shoulder. His hands, at Mulder's waist, clawed at him for purchase. Mulder flinched, but Scully was coming, too, dramatically, and he was so focused on not falling, on keeping his weight braced against Krycek so he would not fall, so none of them would get hurt, that his own climax caught him somewhat by surprise. Mulder's knees buckled, and they all went down in a heap of tangled limbs, gasping for air, with Mulder on the bottom. Scully sat up, still breathing hard, and felt Krycek stir behind her. Their bodies had separated in the fall, and she could feel the pain that she had been wise enough to expect. "Alex? You okay?" He sucked in an extra lungful of air. "Yeah. That was spectacular, Scully. For me, at least..." His voice trailed off; he could not read her expression. "Spectacular is a good word for it," she nodded. "I wouldn't want to make a habit of it, but, wow! Thank you." Alex nodded, and struggled to his feet. He gathered up the clothing he had shed, and got dressed. He handed her clothes to her, and she absently thanked him. Her attention was all on Mulder, who had not stirred. She was petting him, crooning to him. (*Well, I know where I stand,*) he realized. He walked away without a word. As he was about to round the corner and be out of sight, his foot hit something that skittered away. It was the empty Magic Shell bottle. He picked it up and put it in his pocket, unsure even as he was doing it if he was disposing of evidence or collecting a souvenir. (*I knew she could never love me,*) he told himself fiercely. (*I knew that. She's always been his...*) But his fantasies remained as he walked away. He was a block away when he heard the ambulance siren, and he noted it absently, without really paying it any attention. ===== Well, there it is...anybody still willing to admit you read this stuff?