Queer As X- Folk...(or The Dallas Variant) by Xanthe

http://www.xanthe.org/queer-as-x-folk/

Story Notes:

Beautiful pic as always by The Theban Band

When is canon not canon? Well, I'm sure we all remember a

certain whole season of the popular soap opera Dallas… <G>

DEDICATION: This is for Ursula, Kristen, Lorelei and all the

other folks upset about last night's ep.

Queer As X- Folk...(or The Dallas Variant) by Xanthe

Skinner waited, his fingers curling around the trigger of his gun, as he watched his victim

plead his case. The other man's eyes were dark, and impassioned, his face covered by a thin

film of sweat, but that wasn't enough to make Skinner trust him. He took aim,

squeezed…and the bullet exploded from the point of his gun, shattering the silence.

Time slowed down. Skinner watched that bullet take a lifetime to reach its destination. He

went with it every inch of the way, his heart and soul embedded in that little morsel of lead.

Someone was screaming, his voice hoarse and ful of anguish - a voice he barely recognised

as his own, and then the bullet smashed into the skull of the man he hated…the man he

loved…the man he'd killed…

"NO!"

Skinner sat up in the bed, his chest heaving.

"No! Oh Christ, no," he wept. He could still feel the weight of the gun in his hand, could still

smell gunfire, and the sickly stench of blood, could still hear the sound of that bullet as it

ripped through beloved flesh.

"Alex," he whispered, remembering it all.

The sound of running water distracted him. He fumbled for his glasses, put them on, then

grabbed his gun from the nightstand, and slid out of the bed, his naked body glistening with

sweat from his nightmare. He edged towards the en-suite bathroom, kicked the door open

cautiously with his foot, and was met by a rising tide of steam that immediately fogged up

his glasses. Cursing, he brushed them off his face – and through the moist, hazy atmosphere

and his own blurred vision, a figure loomed into sight. Skinner raised his gun.

"Walter?" A surprised voice said questioningly.

Skinner felt his knees shake, and he would have fallen over if the body the voice belonged to

hadn't swiftly covered the short distance to his side and reached out a steadying hand to

keep him upright. The fog cleared…to reveal a tall, naked, beautiful man, his jet black hair

wet and glistening, little droplets hanging off the ends and dropping onto his long dark

eyelashes, that framed two glowing, concerned green eyes.

"Alex?" Skinner whispered hoarsely, holding onto the other man for dear life. "Alex, is it

you? Is it really you?"

"Uh. Yeah." Krycek looked non-plussed. "I live here remember?" His lips brushed Skinner's

naked shoulder affectionately. "Hey, big guy. You okay?" His strong fingers dug into

Skinner's arm, keeping him upright.

"I'm fine. I think." Skinner gazed at Alex in wonder. He reached out and gently touched his

fingertips to the other man's forehead. The memory came back, all too vivid. "I thought…I

thought…" He remembered a gaping wound, and the sound of a bullet from a gun he had

fired.

"What did you think, big guy? That you could surprise me in the shower with your big gun?

Hold that thought, lover!" Krycek gave a cheeky smile and a lascivious wink. His hand moved

lower, stroking Skinner softly, calming him, and then carefully disarming him. He put the gun

firmly out of arm's reach.

"Looks like you had another nightmare, Walter," he said gently. "I thought we were over

those. Was it 'Nam again?"

"No…it was you. I dreamed I put a bullet through your head," Skinner said, still gazing at

Krycek with an expression of total shock on his face.

"Shit. You poor bastard." Krycek pulled him close. Skinner resisted. This man was his sworn

enemy. He had infected him with nanocytes, ordered him to do wicked things - to kill

Mulder, to destroy Scully's unborn baby…

"Hey." Krycek's fingers were firm as they drew Skinner to him. His wet, naked body smelled

so good, and his green eyes were so loving, and full of concern. Skinner's resistance

crumbled, and he rested his head shakily on the other man's shoulder. "Hey, Walter," Krycek

murmured tenderly. He wrapped his arm around Skinner and nuzzled at his ear lovingly.

"You know, I shouldn't say this, but I kind of like it when you're vulnerable after a nightmare.

Usually you're so big and strong and in control. It's nice when you just let me hold you,"

Krycek said affectionately, stroking his fingers up and down Skinner's back. Skinner melted

into the embrace. God this felt good.

"We're lovers?" He whispered, stunned that it felt so right.

"Sure. Have been for over a year – ever since that cigarette smoking bastard had me beaten

up and tortured for deprogramming those nanocytes he got that clone to plant in your

bloodstream," Krycek said, rocking Skinner against his strong chest. "You were kind of

grateful. I like you grateful." He gave Skinner a cheeky little wink.

"What about Mulder? He went to Oregon? He got abducted…" Skinner said blearily.

"What are you talking about?" Krycek pushed Skinner away and gazed at him quizzically.

"Mulder didn’t get abducted. He's fine. As a matter of fact…" Krycek glanced at his watch.

"Mulder is going to show up in about an hour for the christening."

"Christening?" Skinner repeated blankly.

"Yeah. Scully's baby. She's being christened today. Mulder and John are coming over here

and we're all going to the church together. You and John are the godfathers remember?

They're coming back here after because we have the biggest apartment. Scully and Monica

are still wallpapering their condo and it's a total mess."

"Scully and Monica?" Skinner repeated helplessly. "Mulder and John? John…Doggett?"

"Yeah John Doggett. Doh!" Krycek gave Skinner a firm kiss on the lips, taking the opportunity

to grope his bottom shamelessly. "Boy, that nightmare really did wipe you out, Walter. John

is Mulder's boyfriend. Remember?"

"Not really." Skinner frowned. "And Scully's baby? Dare I ask…?" He inquired pathetically, going to sit down on the bed with a profoundly puzzled sigh.

"She and Monica wanted a kid so they asked Mulder to donate sperm. Personally I think my

sperm would have made a cuter baby," Alex smirked. "And yours would have been cutest of

all, studman, but Scully wanted it to be Mulder for old times sake, after working together on

the X Files for so long. Monica wanted Mulder because she thinks that he's a believer in all

things new age and wacky, having not woken up to the fact that he thinks she's nuts and

only puts up with her because she's John's old partner…is it all coming back to you now, big

boy?" Krycek climbed onto the bed beside Skinner, and wrapped his good arm around his

lover's neck. He ran his fingers over Skinner's broad chest, tangling them in the wiry curls of

hair, and snagging a nipple. Skinner groaned and leaned his head back to rest on his lover's

shoulder.

"Tell me one thing," Skinner whispered as Krycek's hand went lower, and fastened around

his already swelling cock.

"Anything, big guy," Krycek replied, licking Skinner's ear.

"Are we all gay?" Skinner asked. "I mean…all of us?"

"Sure." Krycek grinned, his hand pumping Skinner's cock enthusiastically.

Skinner felt the unmistakable nudge of the other man's hard cock pressing into his own

back.

"Even…" Skinner shuddered. "Kersh?" he asked.

"Oh no. Not the bad guys or the unattractive people," Krycek laughed. "This is Slash Fantasy

Land, Walter. Kersh and the Morley man are only occasionally gay here and it's more of a

rape thing than a gay thing to be honest. Slash Fantasy Land is run by a band of kindly

women who love us very much and just want us to be happy – eventually. Sometimes we

have to suffer a bit first, of course," he grinned, "but this is a place where things are written

the way they should be." He frowned, a trace of worry creasing his forehead. "You know,

Walter, Mulder has a theory that those nightmares that have been troubling you of late

have been echoes from some weird alternate universe where people's personalities change

every five minutes, continuity is a joke, and the characters are all repressed and asexual… I

mean…imagine a world where you and I would be even remotely able to keep our hands off

each other! Crazy!" He shook his dark head, laughing at the very thought.

"I get to sleep with you?" Skinner closed his eyes, and arced his back as Krycek pumped his

cock perilously close to climax.

"Oh yeah. Day and night. Any time, any place, anywhere. The bedroom, the bathroom, the

kitchen – you used smooth peanut butter on me as a lube once. We get it on a lot in your

office, and we're kind of fond of parking lots and airplane toilets too. Sometimes we go to

our local leather bar, but we're mainly outdoorsy guys, who like riding on horseback naked,

so you'll often find us in a cabin in the woods, near a big blue lake where we take frequent

naked dips in between wild love making. In fact…" Krycek put his head on one side and

considered the matter thoughtfully. "Basically, we're really horny - and we sometimes get

really kinky too. For example, this particular author really likes it when you're submissive

and vulnerable, so in a minute I'm going to throw you over my knee and make you forget all

about your nightmares by administering a sound and very erotic spanking to your cute ass."

"You are?" Skinner murmured, vaguely wondering why that sounded so good.

"Sure. You love being spanked. It makes you go all tingly. Come on, big boy." Krycek slid

down to sit on the side of the bed, and patted his knee.

Skinner looked at the other man, last night's vivid dream rapidly becoming a fading memory

– thank god. He shuddered as he recalled that bullet slicing into his lover's skull.

"Forget about it, Walter," Alex said softly. "We're safe here. Now get over my knee, bad boy,

because when I'm done tanning your ass I'm going to fuck you into next week to prove to

you that there is no way in hell that you are ever going to put a bullet through my brain."

Skinner glanced at Krycek's cock, to find it already erect and ready for action. He had a

sudden image of opening his mouth and swallowing that beautiful cock down whole, of lying

on his back, his legs akimbo, while his lover slowly entered that magnificent cock into his

waiting body, of being held in Alex's arms as his lover pounded into him until they screamed

out their mutual climax…

"Oh god," Skinner whispered weakly.

"I love you, Walter Skinner. It's as simple as that," Krycek crooned to him. "Now c'mere!" He pulled Skinner close, and kissed his lips soundly and thoroughly, opening his lover's mouth

and pushing his tongue insistently inside. Skinner moaned, and placed his own big arms

around Krycek's slender, pale body, his large hands caressing every inch of the taut, smooth

skin.

"I love you too, Alex," Skinner said as he drew back.

He upturned himself eagerly over his lover's knee, surprised how familiar it felt. Maybe he

did remember this after all. Krycek caressed his ass firmly and affectionately, making

Skinner's already rock hard cock even harder, and then he began to gently tap Skinner's

bottom, the taps slowly becoming slaps, and then real spanks, until Skinner was squirming

and wriggling and thrusting his rigid cock between his lover's accommodating knees. Alex

stopped spanking just as it was becoming too much, and Skinner gasped as a cool, lubed

finger entered between his ass cheeks. Oh god this felt good! Another finger joined it, and

Skinner bucked up against them. The warm glow of his buttocks and the feel of Krycek's

fingers in his ass turned him on so much that he was beyond coherent thought. He groaned

when Alex removed his fingers.

Krycek laughed and slapped his ass affectionately. "Time to put something better in their

place, lover boy!" He said cheerfully. He helped Skinner up, rolled him over onto the bed,

parted his legs, and then slid his hard cock between Skinner's ass cheeks. Skinner nearly

jumped off the bed in ecstasy. He wrapped his legs around his lover's back and pulled him

into his body. Alex thrust forward willingly, and they ended up nose to nose, gazing into

each other's eyes. Skinner gazed at his lover in wonder. Alex's green orbs were ful of

laughing, loving joy.

"Alex…this Slash Fantasy Land," Skinner said slowly, caressing his lover's back with his

fingers. "Can I stay here forever?"

The End

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