Category: Humor, K/P slash Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Oh, I'd assume by now that they are mine. Archive: Socks Shoppe and my page only. Summary: Another self-indulgent trip into Sock-Land. For my buddies. Hope you enjoy. THE BET II: Scrabbling by DBKate dbkate@yahoo.com ~~~~~~~~~~ "Vexatious" Brian Pendrell looked proudly at the word that he'd just laid down upon the Scrabble board, and began to total the points, as Alex Krycek looked on with an expression that bordered the fine line somewhere between Hiroshima and Armageddon. Pendrell tutted as he counted his points. "Let's see. That's forty points for the word itself, plus the triple word score, *and* the bonus fifty points for using all seven letters. Hmm. That would make it...one hundred and seventy points added to my previous score, which leaves us at..." He bit the pencil thoughtfully. "Five hundred and twelve for me and ninety-six for you." Krycek's upper lip twitched. It'd been going on like this for the past three weeks. After he'd lost the bet on the Redskins game, he'd vowed revenge. He'd made bets with Brian on everything he could possibly think of: hockey games, horse races, tennis matches, checkers, chess, Uno, Monopoly, the Dow Jones average for the day, the weather... charades. And every time, he'd *somehow* ended up on the wrong side of a pair of fur-lined handcuffs, and spending the next morning trying to scrub the latest flavor of jam out of his ears. And this night looked like it was going to be no exception. Alex Krycek was getting the vague feeling that his lover was either the luckiest man alive, or the most devious little stinker on God's green earth. But, tonight...it wasn't going to make the slightest bit of difference either way. Because, tonight, Krycek decided, that good old saying now applied to their little bet. It doesn't matter who wins or loses... Because Brian Pendrell was going to be the one getting the fur-burn from the handcuffs and body covered in whip cream and grape jelly if it was the last goddamn thing Alexander Krycek ever did. "Your turn," said Pendrell, turning the Scrabble board around for Krycek to put his word down. Krycek didn't even bother looking as he put the letter tiles down. "YOU" Pendrell squinted at the board. "'You'? Gosh, Alex. Is that the best you can do?" "Nah, I can do better," said Krycek, putting his next word down. "Check this out." "ARE" Pendrell shook his head. "Wait a minute, Alex. Number one, it's my turn. And, number two, what's with all these dinky words? I mean if you want to concede defeat, that's fine but..." "A" "...you really shouldn't cheat like this. As a matter of fact..." "DEAD" "...as far as I can see, this game is pretty much over. So, do you want the silk ties or the handcuffs again? I'm sort of for the ties, actually..." "MAN" "...but, I suppose I can..." In mid-sentence, Pendrell suddenly noticed that Alex wasn't responding to him, but just sitting placidly over the Scrabble board, humming tunelessly, tapping his fingers carelessly against the dining room table. Slowly, Pendrell looked down and read the sentence that sat before him. And his eyes turned huge. "Now, Alex..." Krycek didn't rise up from his chair, he *swooped* up and was around the table, even before Pendrell had a chance to finish his sentence. Brian discovered he barely had time to take a decent breath before he found himself talking to Alex's lower back, the rest of his body neatly flung over his lover's shoulder. The hall flew by, and a moment later he found himself bounced onto the bed, not unlike a large sack of laundry. He landed on his back with an "oomph" and stared up in shock at Krycek. "Why, Alex. Does this mean that you're going to CHEAT on our bet?" Krycek looked down at him with burning green eyes. "Yes." He reached down and pulled his lover's mouth to his own. There was no resistance, just a small moan and shiver beneath his lips. He pulled away, panting hard. "Do you have something to say about that?" Brian looked up at him, smiling and breathless. "Yes." "And that would be?" "What the hell took you so long?" Krycek smiled and tore his lover's shirt off with one swift motion. "You are in for a hell of a night, my friend. I hope you like Redi-Whip." Pendrell groaned as his sweatpants were unceremoniously yanked off. "As long as I don't have to eat any more of it." He moaned again, as he felt what seemed like dozens of lips, teeth and hands roam over him, teasing every sensitive spot, in an apparent plot to drive him insane. Nothing was touched for any extended period of time; there were only flutters of fingers, with small caresses and licks over his nipples and neck, his navel and cock; sucks upon the crook of his elbow; even nibbles behind his ears. Soon, he was gasping, knowing he'd be reduced to begging for more, when he felt Krycek get up and tug on his arm. "Get up, you louse," said Krycek, smirking. "I haven't even started." Pendrell groaned, but did as he was told, and let Krycek drag him into the bathroom. He heard the jingle of the handcuffs they'd been using for the past few weeks; watched as Krycek flung the bathroom cabinet open and saw that it was filled with items not normally found in medicine cabinets. Redi-Whip. Hershey's Chocolate Syrup. And peanut butter. The smooth kind. "Oh, wait a minute, Alex," said Pendrell, before Krycek turned and threw him a look that would have put a microwave to shame. He yelped as he was dragged into the shower and both of his hands were tugged over his head with one smooth motion. *Click* went the first manacle around his wrist. And *click* went the second one, after the chain between each bracelet was looped through the shower's water pipe. Pendrell looked up at his bound wrists and then at Krycek with wide eyes. He felt an odd apprehension fill him, a thrill of the unknown; the excitement of helplessness and his cock responded accordingly. Hard and aching. Krycek only smiled at him; sweetly and took his time undressing. "You know, Brian, while it *is* fun on that end of the cuffs, I have to say, this position has its own rewards." Pendrell bit his lip and shifted his arms, tugging on them. Felt a slight bite of metal against bone and watched as his lover slowly took off his shirt, revealing a thin torso, perfect and just the slightest bit tan from a previous visit to the beach. He shifted again, his heart starting to race, and his hands refusing to relax in their restraints. Krycek undid the first button of his jeans, teasingly, and stepped into the shower. With the whipped cream can in hand. "Now," said Krycek, musingly, shaking the can and removing the top. "What was that word again? Oh, yes. 'Vexatious'. That would be a "V"..." He drew a small "V" on Brian's left nipple. Pendrell hissed at shock of the cold cream on his chest, and winced. "Can't we use one of your words?" "...and then an "E"..." Another squirt, this time on his right nipple. Pendrell gave a low moan, and heard the chain clink against the pipe. Looked directly into his lover's eyes, trying to give him his most beseeching look, but received only a smirk in return. "....and then I think it's an "X"...." With a sweeping motion, Krycek squirted the cream from Brian's nipple to opposing thigh, on both sides, covering his cock generously. He stepped back to admire his work, as Brian squirmed under the melting cream. Krycek nodded. "Very nice. I'd say that should earn me about fifty points." He put down the can, and then unzipped his jeans. He slowly pulled them down and off, his own cock hard against his thigh, and saw his lover grimace and squirm in frustration. He picked up the can of chocolate syrup. "I'm not much of a desert person, but, hey, there are those special times when even I can't resist." He dipped a finger in the sweet brown liquid, and slowly brought it to Brian's lips. It was hungrily licked off. "Like that?" he whispered, shivering at the warm tongue sucking on his fingertip. Brian nodded frantically, his arms and cock both aching terribly and the melting cream now running down his legs. "Good," replied Krycek, and he began to drip the chocolate artistically over Brian. Brian groaned at the sticky coldness that was seeping over him yet again and felt both helpless and aroused, annoyed and amused...still with the slight tingle of anticipation and fear lurking somewhere in the back of his consciousness, exciting him even more. The can was quickly emptied and Krycek smiled wickedly at him. "But, sugar is only good with a neat helping of salt." He picked up the peanut butter, scooped out a generous amount and slathered it over Brian's cock, now both slick and sticky all at once. Krycek stroked it, gently, experimentally, and heard his lover moan loudly. "Alex," groaned Pendrell, his hips rocking forward with each stroke, only to have a finger pressed against his lips. "One more word, Brian, so help me, I'll gag you. I'm not kidding," warned Krycek. "I mean it, you little sadist. After what I've been through these past three weeks..." He stroked the cock in his hand...faster; with both the oil and sweet syrup sliding through his fingers. "Oh, but..." gasped Brian, only to have a tongue shoved brutally his mouth and a warm body pressed up against his, melting everything that covered him, and the sweet smells of the candy and peanuts overwhelming him. He felt the cold tiles against his back; his ass, and tried to push forward, to shove himself into Krycek's hand. He no longer felt the ache in his arms, and moaned when Alex finally tore his mouth and hand away from him. Shut his eyes tightly when he saw Alex fall to his knees before him. And there it was. A warm, wonderful mouth devouring him, licking everything from his belly and cock and thighs and balls and he bucked into that mouth, nearly crying out with joy. The metal between his wrists was clinking against the pipe, and his feet were sliding out from under him, but Alex was holding him up firmly, grasping his ass, keeping him from falling. He was helpless under Alex's hands and mouth, and the spiral began, quivering through his legs and groin, tightening through his gut, making his entire body tremble,. making him scream as the orgasm hit and it didn't seem to want to stop. But a few moments later, when he could finally focus his eyes, he looked down at his lover, now as great a mess of cream, chocolate and peanut butter as he was. Brian laughed aloud at the sight, and Krycek merely smiled in response. And then turned on the shower. Brian yelped as the warm water from Shower-Mate hit him in the face, and sputtered as Alex took great pleasure in squirting him from head to foot with both liquid soap and hot water. The shampoo was flying, as was the bath gel and anything else Krycek could get his hands on. Soon, the entire shower stall was a riot of bubbles, water and yelling. "Alex! For God's sake...you're making a mess! And you know who always ends up cleaning the bathroom!" "And after this you cheating, little bastard...it's the silk ties. YOUR ties..." "...and I've NEVER cheated. It's not my fault you can't count to ten." "...and then YOU try to get grape jelly out of your ears, you rotten..." "...I mean, WHO loses FIVE times in a row at UNO for God's sake! I even tried to LET you win." "...I hope you like ice cubes, you little stinker. Lots and LOTS of ice cubes..." ~~~~~~~~ THE END?