From: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
      
   Title:  DANCE WITH THE DEVIL   
   Author:  Donna McIntosh   
   Email:  dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
   Fandom:  X-FILES   
   Pairing:  Skinner/Krycek   
   Genre:   Slash   
   Rating:   NC-17 FRAO   
   Disclaimer:  These characters belong to Chris Carter but he hardly   
   ever used them so I'm giving them a chance to have a little fun.   
   Summary:  Well you see, there was this little nightclub, with a dancer   
   all in black leather, and Skinner is looking and the dancer is shaking   
   his booty and Skinner's mouth is watering.   
      
      
   DANCE WITH THE DEVIL   
      
   Skinner sat in the back booth of Smokey Joe's and watched the dancer   
   in black leather pants gyrate to the music.  He hated this place but   
   couldn't deny it's appeal.  He shouldn't be here and he knew it.  He   
   could easily be recognized, as dark as it was in there, but here he   
   was just the same.  There was something about this dancer; long and   
   lean and that tight round butt in that leather; the moves all meant to   
   drive the customers wild and they did.   
      
   He reached down and adjusted himself.  Damn.  He needed to get laid.    
   Tonight!  He looked around the small room to see if anyone was   
   watching him but everyone's eyes seemed to be glued to the dancer.     
      
   He had hoped to meet someone tonight.  Not for any long-term   
   relationship; he wasn't looking for that.  He just needed to get laid.   
    Shit!  That dancer had better stop running his hands over his ass or   
   half this crowd was going to be on him!     
      
   The music ended and the dancer left the small stage.  The crowd   
   whooped and yelled their appreciation.  Skinner concentrated on his   
   drink trying to decide if he should stick around there or go to   
   another club.  Someone slipped into the booth across from him; someone   
   all in black leather.   
      
   "You looking for me?" The familiar voice asked.    
      
   Skinner nearly choked as he saw Alex Krycek sitting across from him.    
   What should he do?  Lie?  Bluff?  Tell the truth?  He took another sip   
   of his drink and tried to gather his thoughts.   
      
   "I have a few questions," he said in his most AD-like voice.   
      
   "How did you know where to find me?"  Krycek asked.   
      
   "I have my sources."  Skinner lied.   
      
   "Whatever your questions are; we can't discuss them here.  You want to   
   come in the back?"  Krycek asked with a lecherous grin.   
      
   "Whatever it takes."  Skinner finished off his drink and after   
   adjusting himself in his tight jeans one more time, stood up and   
   followed Krycek into the back.  He paid attention and saw about every   
   eye in the place on them.  Shit.  He'd have to make this look good.   
      
   Krycek led the way through the tables, down the dimly lit hall to a   
   back room.  He pulled a key out, unlocked the door, flipped on the   
   light and they went in.  It was a small but cozy room; king-sized   
   brass bed, table and two chairs; a connecting small bathroom.   
      
   "So you doing business out of here now?"  Skinner asked trying to keep   
   his voice steady.   
      
   "I come here for entertainment purposes; same as you."  Krycek said   
   with a smirk as he slouched down in one of the chairs, stretching his   
   long legs out in front of him.   
      
   Skinner's back stiffened just a little at that but decided he'd better   
   play along and sat down as well.  He took a seat at the table, his   
   hands laced together as though in a business meeting.   
      
   "You said you had questions?"  Krycek said; head tilted to the side   
   and a small grin about his lips.   
      
   "I'm not sure this is the place."  Skinner's mind couldn't think   
   anything passed that big bed over there and Krycek's long legs encased   
   in leather just a few short inches from him.  Close enough to reach   
   out and … He stopped that train of thought right there.   
      
   "Why not?  A lot of business gets done in places like this."   
      
   "I'll just bet!"  Skinner tried to think of something to say but he   
   kept remembering that dancer and comparing him to Krycek.  Was it   
   Krycek?  Alex Krycek Consortium operative, dancing in a gay club?    
   Could it have been him?  Skinner cursed himself for not looking more   
   at the dancer's face and less at his leather covered ass and bulge.   
      
   "Was that you dancing?"  Skinner cleared his throat and asked.   
      
   Krycek grinned up at him, "If it was?  Are you a dance critic now?"   
      
   Shit!  He needed to get out of there.  Skinner took a deep breath and   
   looked around the room.  He had to get his eyes off the leather.   
      
   "No; of course not."  Skinner squirmed in his chair but refused to   
   adjust himself with Krycek sitting there watching his every move.   
      
   "You look a little nervous, Skinner.  Surely you've been in places   
   like this before?  I mean, in your line of business."  Krycek was   
   enjoying Skinner's discomfort.  He knew the war that was going on   
   inside Skinner.  He had seen it often enough; those struggling with   
   trying to deny the attraction.  He let his hand drop casually into his   
   lap and rub the inside of his thigh.   
      
   Skinner stood up, turned his back on Krycek, adjusted himself and   
   started pacing.  Krycek grinned and thought, "Gets `em every time."   
      
   "Of course I've been in these places before.  My job takes me in all   
   sorts of places.  You should know that."   
      
   "You look good in jeans, Skinner.  You should wear them more often.    
   Maybe your agents would be a little more eager to follow your orders."   
      
   Skinner was incensed.  "I didn't come here to discuss wardrobe, Krycek."   
      
   "Then why did you come here?"  Krycek asked and got up and walked over   
   to the bed and sat down on the green comforter.  "From what I   
   understand from Eddie the bar tender, this isn't your first time here.   
    You come here frequently.  You get off on watching or do you like to   
   participate?  He wouldn't give me any details."  He lay down on the   
   bed, scooting over to the middle.   
      
   Skinner knew his secret was out.  Now he just needed to get out of   
   there.  He could always just deny it if it ever came out.  He could   
   always say he was following someone; looking for someone.  He turned   
   to look at Krycek and found him with his prosthetic arm up behind his   
   head and his right hand caressing his bulge.  He gasped and turned   
   away but his feet wouldn't take him out the door.   
      
   "What's the matter, Skinner?  Wanna dance with the devil?  Here's your   
   chance."  He pulled a condom and lube out of the night stand drawer   
   and laid them on top.  "I haven't had it in three weeks; how about   
   you?"  He loosened the front of his pants and slid his hand down inside.   
      
   Skinner stood there, heart pounding, mouth watering.  Should he or   
   shouldn't he?   
      
   In a heartbeat he was on him; yanking those leather pants down and   
   doing his best to swallow Krycek whole; cock first.  Krycek lost it   
   before he hardly knew what hit him and will still dazed while Skinner   
   pulled off his shoes and leather pants and then undressed himself.     
      
   Skinner was on top of him then, grinding into him.  Krycek opened his   
   mouth to say something but it was immediately filled by Skinner's   
   tongue.  Skinner was the one in control here and he wanted to make   
   that perfectly clear.  Krycek didn't object.  Nor did he object when   
      
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