Title: Satellitenrechner-Hauptrechner
Author: Peach
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Krycek
Warnings: This story contains m/m relationship. If these things bother you *GO AWAY NOW*
Rating: NC17
Date: 05/24/02
Archive: No
Website: http://us.reocities.com/peach1250/index.html
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner, Krycek and the X-Files belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network. No copyright Infringement is intended no money is being made.
Summary: Walter's thoughts on being possessed by Alex.
NOTES: Thanks to Jessabelle for the fast beta. For the Skinner Krycek list on my birthday.


"Yes, Walter, that's what I'm doing."

I could feel his smile as he nuzzled against my throat. I had been sleeping soundly when he woke me by ramming inside my very tender ass. He had been away for two weeks and we had been fucking like rabbits since he came home on Friday. I love how possessive he is when he comes home to me after a trip.

We had spent Friday night in the basement. With me in tight bondage, one of my turn-ons, he had taken away my ability to see and hear what he was doing as well. It may be perverse but I love those times. Not having sight or sound to depend on for clues helps me focus on the feelings of the things he does to my body.

The pleasure he gives me then is so intense. Even when he makes me wait hours for it, especially when he makes me wait hours. The release after being hard so long is mind shattering. Not to mention pain relieving.

I know he came three times before he let me come, very early on Saturday morning. I bruised my wrists and ankles by arching so violently as I came. Bruises I knew I'd need long sleeves to hide the next week. No need to give Mulder and Scully ammunition in their ongoing war against us. My scream was so loud I was hoarse the next day. I clung to him like a weak kitten as he helped me upstairs to our bed.

He asked me once why I submit. Why I thought he needed to dominate. My reply was simple.

"We love each other. We have loved each other, lifetime after lifetime. What we do together makes us both happy. That's all I need to know."

I feel him pumping into me slowly. Hear the sound of him breathing deeply to pull in the smells of our couplings.

"Alex, I'm sore."

"I know you are."

He continues to move inside me and I want to tell him to stop but I don't. But not for any of the reasons you may think. I do not *fear* him. Why should I? I know I'm physically stronger. I know he will not get angry. He never has the times I've asked him to stop.

The reason I don't ask him to stop is I *need* the pain. Sometimes I just need it.

I shift so I can raise a leg up over his hip to allow him deeper access to me and to help raise the level of pain I'm riding. I feel his gentle kiss on my neck and almost whimper with the joy the contrast in the sensations of pain and pleasure makes me feel.

I relax my muscles to allow him to move freely, saving the tricks I've learned for when I know he is about to come. When that moment arrives I'll clamp down on him as hard as I can to help him catapult over into ecstasy.

I never get bored with him. All the lifetimes we've lived and he always keeps my attention. How could I become bored with a lover who sets me on fire with the lightest touch, the softest whisper, and the tilt of his head?

His hand moves down to grip my erection. I feel the pre-come used to coat me. He works my cock as he continues to move inside me, more forcefully than before. I grit my teeth, trying not to come until he says the word. A word that takes many forms.

"Kommen, Satellitenrechner."

"Ja, Hauptrechner."

I vibrate in his hand and shoot onto the bed. He pushes as far inside me as possible. I shake with the power of it all. With his power, this man who owns my soul as well as my heart and body. He stays inside me and I'm glad. If he pulled out right away I wouldn't get that last little fission of pain I crave.

He holds me tightly and sucks a new mark on my neck as we both wait for the last aftershocks to course through us. I moan as he finally leaves me. Not so much with the pain, although there is that, but also because I want to keep him inside me forever. My pains, my pleasure, belong to him, as do I.

"Jesus, I'm sore."

"I would have stopped if you had asked."

"I know. I need to reconnect as badly as you do when you're away so long."

"I love you, Walter."

"As I love you."

I turn in his arms to kiss him. His kisses are one of the best things in my universe. When he kisses me the rest of the world disappears. His whole attention is focused on me and I love that.

His hand pinches my tender nipples, a finger probes my belly button, my sore balls are rolled in their sac. I moan to tell him how sensitive I am from all the attention he has lavished on me in the last two days.

His hand cups my face once more. I would protest as he licks his way out of my mouth, but even my lips are tender. I look at the deep green his eyes always turn when he fucks me and I know my happiness is showing in my eyes.

"Stay here and rest. I'll start the tub, then go get us something to snack on. The rest of the day we'll take it easy."

"Sounds like a plan to me."


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