Title: Every Night
Pairing: Mulder/Krycek, of The X Files
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Notes: As always, for literati. *smooch*
The kiss was a mistake, he knew that now. Insignificant, maybe, in the grand scheme of things, but it would most probably haunt him to his grave.
He'd done it on impulse, determined to have a taste of Mulder - a memory to keep him warm at night. It did that.
The few short hours he spent in bed were restless, full of heat. He used the damn prosthetic to jack his cock, leaving his right hand free to pluck his nipples, claw frantic lines across his belly.
Every night, accompanied by that taste, that huff of indrawn breath.