Title: Bad Boy Author: Savannah Black email: wordraven@yahoo.com Rating: NC-17 (adult language, graphic sex) Warning: This story depicts graphic acts of sex, if you are under 18 or an adult who doesn't care for 'adult' entertainment (aka: smut) stop now. This gets weird. This is your only warning. If you think you can take the heat, go ahead, but don't come crying to me. Category: SR Spoiler: none Keywords: Krycek/other Summary: What if Krycek had a conscience and thought he needed to be punished? Alternate reality. (Because we all know, Krycek *doesn't* have a conscience. Right?) Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to Chris Carter and 10-13 Productions. Not for profit. Bad Boy by Savannah Black 7-98 Alicia waited nervously for Alex Krycek to return. No one could tell by looking at her that she was nervous. She calmly stood facing the door with her hands on her hips and her chin arrogantly lifted. Alicia was nervous because she wasn't sure Alex would let her do this. But after his agonized confession last night she had come to the conclusion that this was the answer. This is what he needed. Now to find out if he would trust her enough to let her give it to him. She was as decked out as she could be for the part. Alex had grabbed her right after work so she didn't even try for sexy. And since she couldn't do sexy she had decided on stern and authoritative. She'd pulled her shoulder-length brown hair back in a severe bun and wore her gray work suit precisely buttoned and smoothed down. Her gray shoes didn't have much of a heel but any added height was appreciated. Especially if she was going to pull this off. Alicia was once again nervously re-thinking her plan for the millionth time when she heard the key in the lock. XX XX XX Standing in front of the door to the bedroom, Krycek felt a little embarrassed and a lot uneasy about facing her after his heartfelt confession of the night before. He barely knew her after all. He had tried to carjack her when she was coming home from work, but she was stubborn and he'd had no time so he brought her along. He was planning to feed her and drop her off somewhere and hopefully never see her again. Maybe then he could forget how nice it was to confess his sins to a stranger under the comforting anonymity of darkness. Krycek was startled when he unlocked the door and walked in. He hadn't expected to find her arrogantly staring at him as if he were a tardy servant. "You made me wait," she said coldly. Alicia stared at him as if she expected an explanation. Baffled, Krycek opened his mouth, not sure what he was going to say. This was far different from the almost friendly atmosphere of the night before. But her hand shot up imperiously, halting the words in his throat. Under his bafflement, irritation sparked. Uneasily, he also sensed another emotion, a darker, hidden emotion that he couldn't quite name. But as Alicia stood arrogantly staring at him, Krycek felt another emotion spark and this he easily identified. Lust. She looked very stern and in command in her severe gray suit and he was ashamed of his lust even as he acknowledged it. She looked like a school teacher that was about to punish an errant student for misdeeds or the lady of the manor about to reprimand a disobedient servant. He felt his heart speed up at the thought. Krycek opened his mouth once again, reaching for self-control as at the same time he tried to regain control of the situation. But her hand sharply lifted higher. "No." The word cracked out coldly. Krycek couldn't find words as she dropped her hand and arrogantly stalked up to him, hips swinging. Alicia was half a foot shorter then him even with the heels but she managed to coolly stare him up and down and make him feel small. She circled him, eyeing him coldly. Krycek continued to stare blindly ahead as she stopped at his back. He felt a tingle go up his spine. He should do something. He shouldn't let her behind him. He should grab her and find out what the hell she thought she was doing. But he could only continue to rigidly stare straight ahead as he felt her lean in close. "I do not wish to hear your pitiful excuses." Her voice was coldly contemptuous and promised painful punishment. Arousal violently shoved away surprise as he felt blood pool thickly in his groin. Krycek was suddenly very aroused but didn't know why. Alicia stalked away a few feet to his right and turned on her heel to arrogantly appraise him. "The jacket. Remove it." The order was clipped, cold. Even as his blood surged again, Krycek hesitated. Alicia made an impatient sound. "Do not make me wait again. Or the punishment will be much worse." The warning was made in a cool, precise voice that held no doubt that he would be punished and that she would be the one to administer said punishment. In a daze, he slowly pulled off his jacket and after realizing his feet seemed to be nailed to the floor, dropped it beside him. Alicia sniffed a reluctant approval and for some reason he was relieved. Before he could examine this new and disturbing emotion, she was abruptly moving towards him again. Alicia gestured sharply towards the bed. "Approach the bed." Krycek discovered his feet weren't nailed to the floor after all. He shuffled forward to the foot of the bed. Alicia circled around him then stepped forward to face him. Now Krycek could see uncertainty in her clear gray eyes as she stared up at him and that reassured him in some indefinable way. She wasn't crazy. With that knowledge, he found himself suddenly eager to play along. Alicia asked a question with the arching of a eyebrow and he answered her with the slight dipping of his head and the flicker of eyelashes as he looked away. From the corner of his eye he saw her nod briefly. Her left hand pressed against his chest, his thin black T-shirt hardly a barrier, then her other hand came up to pluck disdainfully at the strap of his shoulder holster where it crossed his chest. She carefully avoided touching the gun. "Remove this from my sight." Her voice was all arrogance now as she stepped away from him. He almost doubted the question he'd seen in her eyes. Almost. Krycek tugged the straps open and pulled the gun off, wrapping the leather straps neatly around the holstered gun. He smoothly crouched and slid it far under the bed. Out of easy reach. Krycek stood again, facing her. "Don't you dare look at me!" Her voice cracked out like a whip and he flinched. "Face the bed." Krycek immediately turned away, his head dipping. He no longer bothered to ask himself why he was obeying the woman he had kidnapped not twenty-four hours earlier. He didn't want to question the situation. He just wanted to thank God for it. Krycek shoved that thought away too, though. He didn't understand it and he definitely didn't want to explore it any further. Alicia walked up and stood on his right side. She had to reach up a distance but her left hand was suddenly tangled in his thick black hair and she jerked his head back roughly. At the sharp pain, Krycek could feel the blood pounding harder in his veins and his breathing became uneven. Alicia jerked his head back again and he was afraid he was going to come in his pants like a school kid. His erection pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans and he bit back a whimper at the pleasure/pain of it. "Kneel." Alicia hissed the low command and he obediently went to his knees. Now she loomed over him but her hand turned gentle in his hair. Alicia bent down until her lips were right next to his ear. Warm breath tickled his ear as she began to speak. "You've been a bad boy, haven't you, Alex?" Her voice was low and silky and her fingers stroked gently through his hair, petting him. "You have to be punished now, Alex." Her voice was filled with sad regret but she went on with firm purpose. "You've hurt people, Alex," she scolded gently. "You'll have to be punished. You will have to be most thoroughly punished." Krycek was silent but a voice was whimpering through his head, a voice he'd never heard before. The hand in his hair tightened suddenly, painfully, and he gasped with pleasure. Alicia stood up and her voice became cold. "Give me your belt." Her left hand maintained its painful grip in his hair but she held out her right hand, waiting impatiently. Krycek fumbled at his belt and finally pulled it free of his blue jeans. He looked at her quickly then away as he placed it in her hand. Alicia jerked his head back again. "Don't look at me!" she said angrily. "Don't you dare look at me!" She released him and stepped back. He choked back a whimpered protest. That same whimpering voice as before but this time he didn't even wonder where it came from. Alicia stepped behind him and swung the belt forward to strike him lightly across the shoulder blades. "Remove the shirt," she ordered distantly. His heart pounding, he pulled the T-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor, his hands trembling with excitement. The belt slapped him across the ass and he involuntarily stroked backwards, craving more. Oh, so much more. "These. Out of the way," she ordered, indicating the jeans. His hands went to the button and then the zipper and then his arousal was clearly evident as he swiftly jerked his jeans and briefs down to his knees. Standing behind him, Alicia soundlessly caught her breath at the sight. Light gleamed dully off pale tan skin. She gazed greedily at the long, sweeping lines of his body, no longer obscured by clothing. She desperately tried to take in a breath as she slowly perused his long, lean body. She suddenly wasn't sure she could go through with this. She tried to swallow dryly. To mar such beauty... Oh, God help her. Krycek was starting to fidget nervously and she abruptly re-assumed her cold mask. But, Jesus, it was hard. "Put your hands on the bed." He did so, his body tense with anticipation as he leaned forward, his arms supporting his weight. Alicia swung the slim leather belt forward to strike him lightly across his bare shoulders. He shuddered under the touch. Alicia let the belt trail teasingly down his back. "You've been bad, Alex." The belt trailed back up. "Haven't you, Alex? Have you been bad?" She waited for an answer. Krycek couldn't seem to draw breath to speak. "I-- I..." Her hand sank into his hair again to jerk his head back. "You will answer 'Yes, ma'am' or 'No, ma'am' to my questions. Do you understand?" she asked harshly. "Yes, ma'am," he answered, almost a whisper. "Have you been bad, Alex?" Her voice was insistent. "Yes, ma'am," His voice was slightly stronger. "Do you need to be punished?" "Yes, ma'am." She released him and stepped back. His body quivered with anticipation. After an agonizing pause, she began. She swung the belt forward hard. He jerked and gave a startled cry at the force of the blow. She left a red strip across his butt and the pain went through him sweetly. She swung again and he jerked again with a low whimper that was more of a moan. Krycek thought it impossible but he was getting harder with every blow. As she rained blows down his back and across his butt in a steady rhythm the pleasure in his groin turned to a pain all its own and that intensified every other sensation until a low continuous moaning came from his throat. After an eternity in his own version of heaven and hell, she stopped. The sweat dripped down his face and chest and his entire back ached. "Are you sorry, Alex?" Her voice was breathless from her exertion but still carried sternly. "Yes, ma'am." "Will you ever do such terrible things again, Alex?" "No, ma'am." "Will you ever kidnap a woman at gunpoint again, Alex?" "No, ma'am." Krycek was in agony. His body was straining and screaming for release but he couldn't make himself move so he was forced to stay stiffly braced against the bed. "I don't believe you, Alex," she said sweetly then continued in a threatening tone. "Are you a liar? Are you lying to me?" "No, ma'am," he gasped, more excitement going through him at the threat in her voice. "Very well." Alicia stepped up beside him. Her arm slid under his arms and she let the belt drop onto his straining erection. He shuddered at the light contact. So close to what he needed. She pinched his ear sharply and he jerked at the unexpected pain then she brought the belt down, not lightly but not hard and that was all he needed. Suddenly he was coming and coming and coming, the spasms jerking his body around until he slipped and fell to the floor, twitching and jerking. Then everything went black. XX XX XX When he went so unnaturally still, Alicia was afraid she had killed him. She dropped the belt and knelt beside him to press two fingers to the pulse at his throat. His pulse thundered strongly and she took a relieved breath. Alicia brushed his hair back, liking the feel of its silky smoothness under her fingers. She sat curled beside him with her legs tucked under her. She carefully tugged him around until his head and shoulders were cradled in her lap. Alicia began to softly call his name as she gently stroked her hand through his hair. XX XX XX A soft voice was calling to him. "Alex, wake up. Alex." He became aware that he rested against a warm softness. He tried to bring his arms up to clutch at it but he was too weak and he gave up after his arms had barely twitched. Pleasure still hummed through his body and he nuzzled against her. "Alex, wake up." With a shock, Krycek recognized the soft voice. It was his prisoner. The same woman who had just given him the most powerful experience of his life. Strength returned along with red-hot embarrassment. He jerked away, unable to look at her. He turned his back on her as he got up on his knees and jerked his jeans and briefs up and quickly fastened them. Krycek stood up and raked a hand through his hair, wincing as pain throbbed across his back with the movement and an answering pleasure echoed through his groin. God, I am so fucked up, he thought. He couldn't believe what had happened. What he had allowed to happen. What he had practically begged to happen. He shuddered at the memory, distaste mixed with a sick hunger. Even as it turned his stomach, he could sense himself getting excited again, his body heating with the memory. Impatiently, he spun around to face her. Alicia stood a few feet away, watching him warily. "How did you *know*?" he demanded, confused emotions tearing through him, tearing him apart. Alicia shrugged. "I guessed. I wasn't sure you were going to let me... " she gestured vaguely at the belt, "you know." Krycek stalked over to her, grabbed her arms and jerked her forward angrily. A few wisps of hair tumbled loose from the severe bun at the back of her head and curved into her eyes. Sidetracked by the out of place strands, he forgot what he was going to say. Suddenly sick of her outfit, he methodically went about destroying it. His hands went to her hair and the pins scattered. She watched him uncertainly as her hair tumbled down around her shoulders in wavy disarray His hands went to the prim suit jacket and roughly pulled it open, two buttons ripping away in his haste. He jerked it down her arms and off. His breathing was suddenly uneven at the vulnerable picture she made but he grimly continued. He stooped abruptly and grabbed her foot. He pulled off her shoe and tossed it away. She backed away but he followed and reached for the other. He captured her other foot and as that shoe went flying her hand came down lightly on his bare back to steady herself. Pain/pleasure went through him at her touch and he jerked upright. She looked frightened for a second and backed away. But then she stopped, her chin going up. She glared at him defiantly. Krycek gripped her shoulders and jerked her to him to press a harsh, wild kiss to her lips. He released her and she watched, dazed, as he yanked open her skirt and let it fall. He hooked his thumbs in her panty hose and smoothly pulled them down her body and off. Alicia stepped back as he pulled the panty hose off. She was backed up against the side of the bed but she still watched him defiantly. She wouldn't apologize. She'd done what she thought he needed. And by his reaction, he had desperately needed it. Krycek stood breathing unevenly, his hands clenching at his sides as he stared at the demon that had tormented him and had now metamorphosized into some kind of temptress. Her white blouse barely reached mid-thigh and her hair wildly framed her face. She tried to look brave and defiant but uncertain fear was showing past her brave front. And he suddenly realized he was even sicker than he thought because now that he had stripped away her facade of control he was aroused again. Excitement went through him at the defiance in her eyes but even more at the slight fear he detected. He shuddered, desire and distaste combined. Sick, sick, sick, he thought but at the same time he couldn't stop himself from stepping forward and gripping her arms. Krycek stared into her eyes for a timeless moment, excited green eyes staring into defiant gray ones until suddenly she realized he needed more. To be able to live with what she had done, how she had made him feel, he had to subdue her. And as heat exploded though her at the thought, she realized she desperately wanted to be subdued. Her fear melted away and with the fleeting thought of 'let's make this look good,' Alicia shoved at his chest, sneering, "Get your hands off me." Her sneering tone destroyed the last of his control and with a low cry that came from deep in his chest, he surged forward and down, pinning her beneath his body lengthwise across the bed. Alicia twisted and struggled and more heat poured through him. She panted, gasping in breath unevenly. "Get off of me, Krycek, you bastard." Her voice was high and tense, worlds different from her arrogant commands of before. His mouth came down on hers and excitement strummed through her. Suddenly, fighting him off was the last thing on her mind and she responded hungrily. His hips slipped between her legs and stroked against her as he hungrily conquered her mouth. The bulge in his jeans pressed against her damp panties and she squirmed. She struggled to pull her hands free of his grip, desperate to touch him, but he wouldn't let her go. He continued to ravage her mouth and stroke against her. Every stroke of his hips nudged her up farther on the bed and made her arch and squirm. Alicia moaned and twisted, desperate to have his heat inside her until finally she couldn't take it any more and in desperation she bit him. He jerked his head back to stare at her furiously. Her eyes were a glowing silver as she stared up at him, anger and hunger and frustration combined. He realized he couldn't wait, didn't want to wait, he had to be in her *now* or die. He reared back on his knees and she whimpered a protest, going up on her elbows to find out where he was going. She gave a relieved sigh as he started tearing open his jeans. He shoved the cloth away and tore at her panties. Soon, there were no barriers and gasping desperately he thrust into her hard with one long stroke. Alicia watched, oddly fascinated, as his face twisted in an animal grimace as he drove into her with long deep strokes, her body shuddering under each impact. But the fire inside her was building higher and higher until all she could do was weakly fall back against the bed, close her eyes and let the pleasure roll through her as she mindlessly thrust against him. Alicia thought it would be over quickly. She had seen how close to the edge he was, how wild. But he went on and on until unexpectedly she felt a shivering start deep inside her belly and spread, quivering, to every other part of her body, till she was shaking with much more than just his violent strokes. He tilted his hips to a different angle and began to move faster, short hard strokes and suddenly that did it and she screamed and screamed as her body convulsed around his. Krycek was already at that wild edge and her shaking, convulsing body pushed him over. He went rigid and the power of it surprised him for the instant he could still think then it was only pleasure as he exploded forever until thankfully everything went black. XX XX XX Oh, God, Alicia though when she woke. Who hit me? She tried to raise her right hand but it was trapped under a warm weight. Giving up on it, she raised her left hand to her face as she dazedly opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling. God, who hit me? And did anyone get the license plate number? Alicia tried to shift and realized she was pinned to the bed by the same warm weight that trapped her right arm. With an effort, she lifted her head to look then groaned and let her head fall back as she caught sight of Krycek. Memory came back, piercingly clear. He may be one twisted young man, she thought affectionately, but he certainly knew how to thoroughly fuck a woman. Alicia grinned, stifling a giggle. That's what it was, she decided. She had been thoroughly fucked. And, she might add, loved every wild minute of it. She sighed. Too bad it was over. As much as she'd like to just lay here under his warm weight, he promised he would take her home tonight and she needed to get cleaned up before that. She began to poke at his shoulder. "Alex," she said sternly. "Alex, wake up." Alicia sighed. She seemed to be saying that a lot lately. XX XX XX Krycek was being poked in the shoulder. With some annoyance, he dragged himself awake and pried his eyes open. Krycek got a close-up view of the green bedspread that was just past his nose. This did not tell him what was going on or why his back ached. With an effort, he twisted his head around in the direction of the annoying prodding. Adrenaline pumped through him as he remembered his prisoner and that *she* was the reason his back ached. Strength went through him as he realized he was still warmly buried inside her. Krycek carefully pushed himself up, not quite ready to leave her body yet. He braced himself on elbows on either side of her, pressing his hips snugly against her. Her hands grasped weakly at his biceps at his move. She fell back against the bed with a contented sigh, staring up at him dazedly. Krycek arched a sardonic, questioning eyebrow. "Well, I'm awake." His hips pressed to her again and she sighed as pleasure rippled through her body at the slight movement. His head dipped down to hers. "Did you *want* something?" he asked suggestively. Without thought, Alicia answered breathlessly, "All I want is to never move again." His hips moved again, eliciting a pleased whimper from her. "Never?" he asked, teasing. Alicia wanted to just sink into the pleasant sensations he was causing and ignore the rest of the world but after one regretful sigh, she opened her eyes to stare at him resolutely. "No, not never. I have to get up. I have to go home." Alicia watched thick, black lashes sweep down to conceal his eyes. She wanted to whimper a protest. His eyes were such a pale, extraordinary green she could stare into them for hours. Alicia sighed soundlessly. Now was not the time to start singing paeans of praise about his eyes. She had to get his delicious body away from her. Now. Before she decided to handcuff herself to him and follow him around for the rest of her life. She pushed at his arms and began to squirm. Krycek was having the same wistful thought about handcuffs as she was but they were more along the lines of her naked and chained to his bed. He really didn't want to let her go. He really, really didn't want to let her go. She was the reason for two of the most powerful orgasms in his life and he was reluctant to let her out of his sight. But he resigned himself to the fact that with the life he led he couldn't very well keep a love slave chained to his bed. He travelled too much. Someone was bound to notice. And he wouldn't want to get punished again for kidnapping her. His back tightened and his cock twitched at the thought. Or maybe he did. Alicia began to try to squirm away and he grabbed her and kept her from going anywhere but she continued to squirm and he could feel his body quickening *again*. He was amazed. There was no way he could be ready again so soon but her movements were having an amazing effect. Krycek pulled back slightly and drove into her, lightly rocking her. Her eyes got big as she stared up at him. She was just as surprised as he was but her hips twitched involuntarily in response, shifting against him. "Are you going to let me up?" she asked uncertainly. Krycek rocked against her gently. "Does it *feel* like I'm going to let you up?" His slow rocking was picking up speed and she could tell he was well on his way to a full recovery. "No." She caught her breath as he stroked against her. "No, it doesn't." "Do you *really*," another stroke, "want to get up?" "No." She caught her breath again. "No." "Good," he said fiercely and he kissed her, stopping any further conversation. XX XX XX Afterwards, she blinked bemusedly. She had it worse than she thought. She was in trouble. Now if she could just find a set of handcuffs. There was never a cop around when you needed one. He shuddered over her with the last of his powerful release then he was pulling from her and rolling to his back beside her. He pulled her against his side. Sweet exhaustion was rolling over him. He didn't think he would ever move again. Weakly, she tugged at the bedspread, finally pulling it up and over their sweat-chilled bodies. He helped her wrap it around them then they both settled with a sigh into a contented, exhausted sleep. XX XX XX Krycek woke suddenly to find her propped up on his chest, staring at him. He glanced at the window. It was still the middle of the night. Krycek let his eyes come back to her. He couldn't stop his hand from coming up and gently brushing the hair back from her face. His fingers began to brush over her hair affectionately. "How lucky was I," he asked softly, "to have kidnapped *you*." Alicia dropped her eyes and didn't answer. This was awkward. "How did you..." He stared at her piercingly. "How did you *know*?" Alicia met his eyes, shyly. "I just... You sounded so guilty last night when you told me the things you had done. What you had to do to survive." She shrugged. "You were flaying yourself over it so I thought I'd give you an opportunity to get it out of your system." She grinned impishly. "So to speak." "Well, I certainly got something out of my system. God, I'll be amazed if I'm not crippled for life." "Oh," she scolded. "I didn't hit you that hard." "That's *not* the part of my anatomy I'm talking about," Krycek teased wickedly. Alicia blushed and dropped her eyes. But she recovered quickly as she remembered something else. "Next time," she said sternly, poking him in the chest, "give me some warning if you're going to jump me like that. You almost scared me to death," she scolded. "I noticed you caught on quick enough, though," he said wryly. Alicia stayed quiet and shrugged. Quiet between them. "Where did you learn to do that?" he asked quietly. His gaze was intent. She could see he really wanted to know. "My ex-boyfriend. He was a manager, in charge of a whole division. But every once in a while he felt the need for... It would build up and after a couple of months I'd punish him and then he'd be alright for a while." She shrugged. "It didn't happen very often and then we had other problems and we split up." Alicia dropped her head to his chest and they both rested quietly, thinking. "I'm sorry I scared you," he said after a while. "You didn't really." She looked up at him and then away. "Just for a minute." "I wasn't too rough, was I?' he asked. "No." She smiled shyly, warmed by his concern. Her tone turned teasing. "Are you trying to earn another spanking? Hmmm?" Krycek smiled with her but he couldn't ignore the warmth that went through him at the thought. God, he was fucked up. Twisted. "Alex," she said softly. "You said you'd take me home tonight. And while I've had a more than pleasant time, I have to get back to my life. And you have to get back to yours." The thought of his life depressed him. Krycek stared at her glumly. "You're right." He planted a brief kiss on her forehead. "You need to get cleaned up." They separated regretfully and he began pulling on his clothes. She gathered up her clothes and headed for the bathroom. XX XX XX Krycek parked her car in front of her apartment and turned off the engine. "Well, good-bye," Alicia said awkwardly. "Wait," he said abruptly. "I'll walk you up." They silently made their way up to the third floor. Soon they were in front of her door and she unlocked it. Alicia turned to face him, afraid that the yearning she saw in his eyes was just as obvious in her own. "I guess this is good-bye," she said. "I--" he started abruptly, "I'll leave your car at your office." That surprised her. "Okay," she said softly. They stood a minute. "Well, good-bye," she said again but she couldn't bring herself to turn away and leave him. Suddenly, he gripped her arms and pulled her into a hungry kiss. She melted against him eagerly. After a long, hungry moment, Krycek pushed her away and stepped back. "Good-bye." He turned abruptly and walked away down the hall. "Alex," she called after him softly. Krycek paused, still facing away from her. "If you ever need a friend to talk to or... " awkward pause, "or anything else, you know where I am." He nodded sharply, once, then continued to walk away. "Alex!" Her voice changed, was suddenly sharp and commanding. Krycek stopped abruptly. "Be good, now." Alicia saw a nearly undetectable shudder go through him. Then he was gone. end