Year of the Rat

[moonlettuce]

Since February 7th sees the start of the Chinese year of the Rat I've decided to honour this by holding an Alex Krycek comment!porn-a-thon.

Bring your Kryceks.

Bring him naked, bleeding, defiant and broken.

Bring him treacherous, rebellious, murderous and dangerous.

Bring him with Mulder, with Skinner, with Scully, with Doggett.

Bring him with John Sheppard, with Methos, with Dean Winchester, with Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.

Bring him with Buffy Summers, with Teyla Emmagan, with Lilah Morgan, with Ororo Munroe.

Bring him alone or bring him with as many as you desire.

Comment and write what you will.

And feel free to pimp this - after all, the only thing better than Alex Krycek is more Alex Krycek.

Comments

[seiyaharris.livejournal.com]

FYI, this sentence
Bring him with John Sheppard, with Methos, with Dean Winchester, with Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
just broked me. Um. What? Askfnoragrgerl.

With John Sheppard...

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Alex hadn't even thought about it when the door to the Consortium cell had opened and the military guys with guns had busted him out. Certainly hadn't corrected their assumption that he was just another innocent victim in all of this, especially as one of them had shot Spender just as he was taking aim at Alex's head.

"Sheppard," the guy had murmured when Alex had found him later, scalding water pounding down on him in this underground complex to other worlds. It had been the last word Sheppard had said in while a while as Alex had slid to his knees and taken his cock between his lips.

After all, it was only polite to thank a guy for rescuing you.

Re: With John Sheppard...

[seiyaharris.livejournal.com]

OMGOMG YOU WIN SO MUCH!

Dude, Alex would so do that. And I now have this image of fucked up pre-Atlantis John Sheppard who would let Alex do that *sighs in a twistedly happy manner*

With Methos...

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Adam's fingers curled around Alex's neck, pulling him closer as their lips sealed together.

Their clothes hit the floor quickly after that, Adam being pretty adept at undressing a guy while keeping one hand wrapped around his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, lube," Adam chanted, as he spun Alex to face the wall, fingers barely pausing before thrusting inside of him, brief and perfunctory before they're followed by Adam's cock.

It's quick and messy, with Alex's come hitting the wall within minutes and Adam's orgasm muffled in the bite into Alex's shoulder. But that's all right. After all, they've got all night.

Re: With Methos...

[seiyaharris.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm, Methos. Quick and drity and messy and harsh but OH the little bit of joyful deliciousness at the end in "After all, they've got all night" *bounces*

With Dean Winchester...

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

The hood of the Impala is cold against Dean's stomach as Alex pushes him over the car.

"Fuck," he mutters, shifting his legs further apart to stop the grill from biting into his thigh.

Alex laughs behind him, and Dean realises that his movements have opened him up further for Alex's ministrations.

"Get on with it," he growls, because it's cold and late and Sam's back at the motel, hopefully still asleep.

His order is met with teeth nipping at his ear. "Quit being so impatient," Alex say, slick fingers thrusting into his ass punctuating the words.

But Dean needs to be impatient. Needs to be impatient, needs to be fucked and needs to be back before he's missed. And the only thing he thinks as Alex's cock finally slides into him is, At last...

Re: With Dean Winchester...

[seiyaharris.livejournal.com]

Apart from Dean getting fucked against the Impala being the most obscenely hot thing since... I dunno, Ronon in those jeans in last weeks SGA, OMG I LOVE that Dean gave it up for Alex. Seriously. Because Dean is SUCH a slut and cock hungry and OH YES. HOT. And a bossy bottom and Alex is perfect for all of that because he gets a little bit of a fight but he still gets to come out on top (ahaha, I'm awesome) and oh.

With Wesley Wyndam-Pryce...

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

It's the voice that gets Alex at first. Careful and British and vowels dropping from cocksucker lips. So he lets the vampire glare at them. Lets Angel growl under his breath as Alex's and rests on Wesley's shoulder a little too long for propriety's sake.

And when the morning comes, when Wesley staggers out of Alex room with bruises and bite marks and Alex's come running down his thighs, he'll look at Angel and smile. Because Alex isn't about to ignore what he wants just because Angel won't claim what's his.

Re: With Wesley Wyndam-Pryce...

[seiyaharris.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, yes please. And so true, because poor, poor Wesley. All he ever wanted was to be loved *huggles the woobie* but dude, if along the way he gets a good fucking? Well hell, that's good too! *G* *spends the next hour thinking dreamily of bruised, bitten Wesley and seething jealous Angel and smug satisfied Alex*

[trobadora]

This is such a great idea. Why don't I have a Krycek icon?!

[fides.livejournal.com]

I'm writing Alex in Torchwood 3 again at the moment. I should be getting onto the drunken sex with Ianto in the next few paragraphs. It's a bit long for a comment but I will post it when I finish which should be soon.

And then it is back to Alex having a working-holiday at the British Embassy in Washington DC, confusing Mulder and going on 'just one trip' with this strange guy and his police box... *eg* That one might have to wait until the next Connotations Zine though, depending on how long it is and when I finish it. :-)

Yay Ratboy!

[disanddat.livejournal.com]

phantomas sent me scampering over here. Umm, comment porn, eh? Will a completely random pairing in a little ficlet do?

X-Files/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Krycek/Oz

Fucking a werewolf was an absolute rush but some safety considerations had to be kept in mind. Alex adored the way Oz, who was normally just a sweet armful would twist and morph against him, but he always made sure to follow certain rules.

Full moons meant fucking Oz from behind. Getting his entrails ripped out and eaten would have spoiled the mood. The other thing was to keep one arm firmly across Oz’s throat as it shifted from pale and delicate to thickly-furred and powerful. All in all, the situation worked out best and felt incredible if Alex was balls deep in his young companion when bones started flexing and muscles ripped apart and reformed.

Alex especially liked the feeling of Oz’s tail sprouting and snaking up between them. The coarse fur tormented Alex’s stomach with sensation as he slammed his hips hard against Oz’s firm ass.

Holding tight to Oz as his body tore apart and rebuilt itself didn’t leave a hand free to jerk the younger man off, but Alex knew just how to twist his hips and thrust so Oz’s howls were a heady mixture of pleasure as well as pain. Once the change took hold of Oz, Alex picked up the pace, fucking hard. Tightening his arm across Oz’s throat normally earned Alex more than a few slashes to the forearms and other vulnerable flesh. Still, if he timed it right, Oz would be too busy convulsing in orgasm and fighting for breath at the same time to inflict major damage.

Admittedly, there was no after-sex cuddling, but Alex didn’t mind. Once his own post-orgasmic bliss started to fade Alex was just as happy to let his lover’s limp body drop into the torn-up blankets that were scattered over the cell floor. Alex needed to get Oz locked in for the night so he could go tend to the gashes in his own skin before he lost too much blood. After all, the full moon cycle was three nights. Alex needed to keep up his strength.

[phantomas.livejournal.com]

It was uncomfortable. He couldn't breath. The sounds coming out of his lungs were ugly. He felt like retching, any time now. His knees hurt. His ass hurt.

But this was the last one. Three days of constant fucking and sucking and he'd enough money to leave Hong Kong now. If this guy's cock didn't suffocate him, of course.

There was sweat in his eyes. Krycek squeezed them shut, against the sounds, the smell, the words. "Come, you damn fucker. Just fucking come..." it was all he could think, his fists curling tight on his thighs. The man's cock dipped lower against the back of Krycek's throat, pushed deep and deeper again and finally, it wasn't just air Krycek needed to swallow, but the man's thick come too.

The money already in his pocket, Krycek could have walked away now.
He could have.
He didn't.
The man died slowly, his own belt tight around his neck. Just the sounds Krycek needed to hear.

[seiyaharris.livejournal.com]

Okay, so the files are small (really small) but the thought is there.

the Mulder/Krycek kiss (http://white-lies.net/whislies/lj/mk_kiss.avi)
Blooper - David pulls Nick's head down to his lap whilst sitting in a car (http://white-lies.net/whislies/lj/blooper3.mpg)
Blooper - That One from Tunguska with Nick with his pants around his ankles and David taking the piss (http://white-lies.net/whislies/lj/tung.wmv)

A small contribution in case I don't get around to porning *g*

[seiyaharris.livejournal.com]

A little late for the New Year, but it'll be the year of the rat for another 364 days more or less *G*

Pressed close to Mulder Alex can smell him, he smells the same as ever, like coffee and sweat and something musty, like those damn files and like he slept in his clothes. Alex closes his eyes and remembers a time when things were both more and less complicated. Remembers when he and Mulder were partners and Alex would sit too close to him and Mulder would let him. Alex breathes deep and remembers the first time, when he'd asked Mulder if he wanted to go for a drink after work. Alex was always slightly worried that he was overdoing the eager puppy, hero worship thing, possibly because it was only mostly an act. But despite his issues, Mulder's ego was not to be underestimated, neither was his naivete. When a man is open to anything he has a nasty habit of believing what he's told. Mulder took him up on the drink. He took him up on the blowjob in the parking lot too. Alex remembers it perfectly, Mulder's hands in his hair, the way he'd not even bothered to check the uncontrolled thrusting of his hips, the way when he looked down at Alex, he seemed to not see him at all, was somehow looking inwardly, even as he pulled Alex to his feet and pushed his hand into Alex's pants and his tongue into his mouth. Alex determined to get Mulder to see him after that, it disgusts Alex a little now, the things he's had to do to get Mulder to notice him, to take him seriously. But as he is pushed to the ground, not for the first time, but possibly the last, Alex knows that Mulder sees him now.