Alex Bits 2
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ladyloveswolves7That went well...so how about some more.
Alex/Methos (aka Loki/Lucifer)
And when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste
It's really not so bad you know once you get past the taste.
All Nick all the time
Nick Lea is my idea of a perfect chew toy.
Mary Mary quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With toxic weeds and lethal seeds
And corpses all in a row.
In the end there can be only one.
May it be Alex Krycek, rat bastard extraordinaire.
My night is coloured headache gray.
The uncalculated cant of those hips.
All the boxes in a woman's head are open at one time.
Men's boxes are closed, they open one at a time.
Moment when knowledge and regret combined.
Your own smell is comforting and others' is repulsive.
Sympathy for angels. They get all the mucky jobs. A city needs destroying - send an angel. Saints to wrestle - send an angel. Angels go through eternity with one wing dipped in blood. Angels, God's assassins. (Morgan Peterson)
Do we need to be improved by our reading?
Easier to read non-fiction goop. A novel doesn't give all the answers. It forces you to think.
An interesting character - I think I will ride his coat-tails.
A resonance with the mind. A lot of layers. Inspires.
A polished feline movement.
Something inherently feline about Alex.
Lucifer, the bright one, the dark angel, arrayed before him in all his irresistible splendor.
Loki - God of Mischief
Deep rumbling giggle.
Sleek dragons gliding.
Mask of impassive cruelty.
Chameleon eyes.
Looked at it like it was a large bad tempered ferret.
Exotic creature, who changed from an innocent puppy to a mysterious cold eyed beauty in the blink of an eye.
Transformation from raw puppy to cold eyed beauty. Nice throaty giggle. Charming breathlessness. Tight sweet smile. Sleep tousled. Looking irresistibly fuckable.
The cold, beautiful, heartless angel briefly glimpsed at first meeting returned.
His beauty breathtaking. Captured some fairy creature, fey and lovely and not quite human.
Angel-beast-child's pliant flesh.
Keening turned into a wail.
Equal opportunity sex maniac.
Giggled a charming giggle.
Huge stormy-sea green eyes
Enormous wide eyes staring intently from under long, dark lashes
Cold fey beauty again.
Quick silver spirit, elusive, mysterious, outwardly a child-man, sweet and innocent but somewhere inside was this troubled roiling creature.
Appropos of nothing.
He loved Krycek's ears; small neat and sensitive.
Squealed, squeaked
Purring moans
Leaning tiredly, watching him with a strange guarded expression.
Naked and squirming.
A mouth that just demanded to be kissed.
Special covert ops training.
Forced cheer
Quickie
The sweet blushing man
Reproachfully
Mental pep talk
You make me hot just by breathing, Alex. You always have.
The cock, a shaft of velvet sheathed steel, nine rebellious inches pressing against his belly.
Other people bore me when I am sober and I bore other people when I am drunk.
Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
No beta - we're going commando here.
His metabolism is way to fast and mine is way too slow.
Machievellian
Smirk
Devil
Primer on power
Either be really nice to people or kill them.
A gun is a man's best friend.
A "how to' for people who are insufficiently unkind.
Loyalty is for suckers
Perception is more important than reality.
Classified Ads:
For Sale: One X-Files canon...hardly used, but frequently remolded into
improbable shapes...contact 1-999-Fox-1013 and ask for C.C.
For Sale: One slightly used Assassin...Slightly damaged and ill-used, but
still delightful. May come with fox or skinner attached. Contact
1-999-Fox-1013
For Free: Excellent pamphlet on "The Right To Bare Arms" by Alex Krycek
1-999-Lexi-cons
Send for Free catalog: Plams R Us...maker of finer Plams since 1992.
Guaranteed to solve those pesky alien and hybrid problems. A thousand and one uses...Apartment 42, 2630 Hegal Place Alexandria, VA 23242
All his incarnations, an incubus, young agent, eager, smiling and kind. Leather clad pretty boy from Hong Kong. Soldier from Tunguska. Krycek had torment, no boundaries. Invasion of Mulder’s life.
Behind the long-lashed face lived a killer – the succubus who has enticed him for years.
Linguistic pervert.
Intellectual moat to keep people at a distance.
Psychopath - He decided that human beings really want to die. From his point of view, he's actually being very generous with his time.
Some relationships fail because both partners change or because neither does.
Confrontational blowhard who dismisses you the instant you disagree with one of his pronouncements.
Cut down on list keeping.
So wrapped up in pointless minutiae that they don't realize life is passing them by at a good clip.
Elegant arc of neck
Precious face
Understanding by osmosis
Six foot walking sex toy
I’m playing with you baby.
His skin invited touch the way well carved marble would.
Crooning happily.
One small pointed ear
Slim but well built
Favours bulky white shirts which look sooooo good on him.
Warm wet cat-raspy tongue.
Jibed
Kiss all his problems into next week.
I can’t help you, darling, all I know is that we’re bound to act out every last act of our little tragedy and then the gods will destroy us.
Gorgeous, graceful contour of neck, finely shaped pectorals, slim waist, long sinewy legs.
This was no ordinary stud but a deadly predator and you should consider yourself very lucky if you were chosen to be his mate and not his prey.
How dangerous this sensual creature.
His beauty overwhelmed me completely.
So stunningly gorgeous.
A panther, deep raspy love stalking its' prey.
He loved Alex like this naturally unrestrained. Alex was once a very dangerous man, and it was times like these that reminded him that only love and devotion had tamed him.
This is your kind of place. I hear rodents.
Sweet thing.
The object of his ponderings turned and focused a green gaze on him.
Nick lines that reverberated - 'excuse me'?
He's more beautiful than any man has a right to be.
Pretty profile
Eyes closed, the long lashes forming dark arcs, his lips parted. God he was so beautiful.
Alex Krycek, kneeling in the moonlight fully aroused; eyes closed, shirt open and pants down around his knees. It was easily the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
God I love the way he moans.
~(::::) 8> The Rat is Out There.
Angry had been a road sign he passed fifteen miles ago. And he most certainly hadn’t turned off there. In fact, he’d just taken the fast lane through outraged, furious, and downright acrimonius without stopping to see the sights. Right about now, he was coming up on murderously pissed, and it looked like a pit stop was in order.
A perfect tart of a young man.
Only a half sucked acid drop of a moon for company.
Geraniums sniggered around the house.
We passed a heavy vote of censure on you.
Pardon the gross lack of intelligence in this letter.
On some level he was always aware of the other’s presence.
Green eyed demon feasting on him.
All evidence to the contrary.
All variations on a theme of leather and denim.
Terse in his response.
Eyes a simple olive colour.
The whiskey growl
Eyes blackly luminous.
The pretty face was smooth.
Hiss like an angry cat.
Jumped like a scalded cat.
Damn they were all feline.
Silky purr
Long body and the devious mind it housed.
Big green eyes, limpid gaze.
Draped with the tamed demon.
The relentless adoration of the borderline sociopath.
Husky chuckle.
Honey hipped.
Alex moved with studied grace. He prowled, Alex did, sinuous glide from the hip and the play of muscles beneath the skin clearly visible beneath worn, frayed denim that coated him like a second skin.
Seductively husky voice.
The strange being facing him.
He raised his chin defiantly, a gesture that was purely Krycek.
Eyes wild and darker than he had ever seen. Alex was not home.
Rage, fear, dark joy, lust in those eyes.
The scent of leather and razor wire the man trailed even when nude.
Tricksters, players and games. Deadly and smooth and awkwardly young. Every laugh, every snarl, every act of casual savagery a wonder to behold.
That mouth.
Alex always and forever.
Such a perfect pretty face.
Eyes turned hard and green like jade expression unreadable.
A pheromonal essence uniquely Krycek.
Well formed feet.
Cock rising at the sound of Mulder’s voice.
Cock rampant.
Perfect peachy ass.
Radiance in Mulder’s face at the sight of a naked Alex.
Pretty face made beautiful by need and arousal.
Tiny mewling sounds and writhing.
She sees what he sees: this gorgeous creature conjured by his hands and tongue –emerald glitter of eyes and carmine cheeks, a sprawl of loose muscle and glowing flesh and at the center, the core of his burning, brilliant need –Krycek’s cock and Mulder’s own cock purpled, rampant.
You are beautiful enough to be the devil.
Buttery husk
Pretty peach mouth
Cat quick those eyes I’ve loved for longer than I have ever been able to admit.
Eyes poisonously olive.
Languorously playful bat of eyelashes a feral glitter in the wild green eyes.
The werewolf hour of 2:30 a.m.
Alex had always been beautiful.
Seduce all you can, lord knows you have the ass for it.
He was far too accepting of this to be a virgin. Too pretty not to have been approached. Probably a slut who’d sit on it for anybody.
Okay, I should have edited the two sections together, there are a lot of repeat bits in this. I will edit it sometime.
Alex/Methos (aka Loki/Lucifer)
And when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste
It's really not so bad you know once you get past the taste.
All Nick all the time
Nick Lea is my idea of a perfect chew toy.
Mary Mary quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With toxic weeds and lethal seeds
And corpses all in a row.
In the end there can be only one.
May it be Alex Krycek, rat bastard extraordinaire.
My night is coloured headache gray.
The uncalculated cant of those hips.
All the boxes in a woman's head are open at one time.
Men's boxes are closed, they open one at a time.
Moment when knowledge and regret combined.
Your own smell is comforting and others' is repulsive.
Sympathy for angels. They get all the mucky jobs. A city needs destroying - send an angel. Saints to wrestle - send an angel. Angels go through eternity with one wing dipped in blood. Angels, God's assassins. (Morgan Peterson)
Do we need to be improved by our reading?
Easier to read non-fiction goop. A novel doesn't give all the answers. It forces you to think.
An interesting character - I think I will ride his coat-tails.
A resonance with the mind. A lot of layers. Inspires.
A polished feline movement.
Something inherently feline about Alex.
Lucifer, the bright one, the dark angel, arrayed before him in all his irresistible splendor.
Loki - God of Mischief
Deep rumbling giggle.
Sleek dragons gliding.
Mask of impassive cruelty.
Chameleon eyes.
Looked at it like it was a large bad tempered ferret.
Exotic creature, who changed from an innocent puppy to a mysterious cold eyed beauty in the blink of an eye.
Transformation from raw puppy to cold eyed beauty. Nice throaty giggle. Charming breathlessness. Tight sweet smile. Sleep tousled. Looking irresistibly fuckable.
The cold, beautiful, heartless angel briefly glimpsed at first meeting returned.
His beauty breathtaking. Captured some fairy creature, fey and lovely and not quite human.
Angel-beast-child's pliant flesh.
Keening turned into a wail.
Equal opportunity sex maniac.
Giggled a charming giggle.
Huge stormy-sea green eyes
Enormous wide eyes staring intently from under long, dark lashes
Cold fey beauty again.
Quick silver spirit, elusive, mysterious, outwardly a child-man, sweet and innocent but somewhere inside was this troubled roiling creature.
Appropos of nothing.
He loved Krycek's ears; small neat and sensitive.
Squealed, squeaked
Purring moans
Leaning tiredly, watching him with a strange guarded expression.
Naked and squirming.
A mouth that just demanded to be kissed.
Special covert ops training.
Forced cheer
Quickie
The sweet blushing man
Reproachfully
Mental pep talk
You make me hot just by breathing, Alex. You always have.
The cock, a shaft of velvet sheathed steel, nine rebellious inches pressing against his belly.
Other people bore me when I am sober and I bore other people when I am drunk.
Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
No beta - we're going commando here.
His metabolism is way to fast and mine is way too slow.
Machievellian
Smirk
Devil
Primer on power
Either be really nice to people or kill them.
A gun is a man's best friend.
A "how to' for people who are insufficiently unkind.
Loyalty is for suckers
Perception is more important than reality.
Classified Ads:
For Sale: One X-Files canon...hardly used, but frequently remolded into
improbable shapes...contact 1-999-Fox-1013 and ask for C.C.
For Sale: One slightly used Assassin...Slightly damaged and ill-used, but
still delightful. May come with fox or skinner attached. Contact
1-999-Fox-1013
For Free: Excellent pamphlet on "The Right To Bare Arms" by Alex Krycek
1-999-Lexi-cons
Send for Free catalog: Plams R Us...maker of finer Plams since 1992.
Guaranteed to solve those pesky alien and hybrid problems. A thousand and one uses...Apartment 42, 2630 Hegal Place Alexandria, VA 23242
All his incarnations, an incubus, young agent, eager, smiling and kind. Leather clad pretty boy from Hong Kong. Soldier from Tunguska. Krycek had torment, no boundaries. Invasion of Mulder’s life.
Behind the long-lashed face lived a killer – the succubus who has enticed him for years.
Linguistic pervert.
Intellectual moat to keep people at a distance.
Psychopath - He decided that human beings really want to die. From his point of view, he's actually being very generous with his time.
Some relationships fail because both partners change or because neither does.
Confrontational blowhard who dismisses you the instant you disagree with one of his pronouncements.
Cut down on list keeping.
So wrapped up in pointless minutiae that they don't realize life is passing them by at a good clip.
Elegant arc of neck
Precious face
Understanding by osmosis
Six foot walking sex toy
I’m playing with you baby.
His skin invited touch the way well carved marble would.
Crooning happily.
One small pointed ear
Slim but well built
Favours bulky white shirts which look sooooo good on him.
Warm wet cat-raspy tongue.
Jibed
Kiss all his problems into next week.
I can’t help you, darling, all I know is that we’re bound to act out every last act of our little tragedy and then the gods will destroy us.
Gorgeous, graceful contour of neck, finely shaped pectorals, slim waist, long sinewy legs.
This was no ordinary stud but a deadly predator and you should consider yourself very lucky if you were chosen to be his mate and not his prey.
How dangerous this sensual creature.
His beauty overwhelmed me completely.
So stunningly gorgeous.
A panther, deep raspy love stalking its' prey.
He loved Alex like this naturally unrestrained. Alex was once a very dangerous man, and it was times like these that reminded him that only love and devotion had tamed him.
This is your kind of place. I hear rodents.
Sweet thing.
The object of his ponderings turned and focused a green gaze on him.
Nick lines that reverberated - 'excuse me'?
He's more beautiful than any man has a right to be.
Pretty profile
Eyes closed, the long lashes forming dark arcs, his lips parted. God he was so beautiful.
Alex Krycek, kneeling in the moonlight fully aroused; eyes closed, shirt open and pants down around his knees. It was easily the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
God I love the way he moans.
~(::::) 8> The Rat is Out There.
Angry had been a road sign he passed fifteen miles ago. And he most certainly hadn’t turned off there. In fact, he’d just taken the fast lane through outraged, furious, and downright acrimonius without stopping to see the sights. Right about now, he was coming up on murderously pissed, and it looked like a pit stop was in order.
A perfect tart of a young man.
Only a half sucked acid drop of a moon for company.
Geraniums sniggered around the house.
We passed a heavy vote of censure on you.
Pardon the gross lack of intelligence in this letter.
On some level he was always aware of the other’s presence.
Green eyed demon feasting on him.
All evidence to the contrary.
All variations on a theme of leather and denim.
Terse in his response.
Eyes a simple olive colour.
The whiskey growl
Eyes blackly luminous.
The pretty face was smooth.
Hiss like an angry cat.
Jumped like a scalded cat.
Damn they were all feline.
Silky purr
Long body and the devious mind it housed.
Big green eyes, limpid gaze.
Draped with the tamed demon.
The relentless adoration of the borderline sociopath.
Husky chuckle.
Honey hipped.
Alex moved with studied grace. He prowled, Alex did, sinuous glide from the hip and the play of muscles beneath the skin clearly visible beneath worn, frayed denim that coated him like a second skin.
Seductively husky voice.
The strange being facing him.
He raised his chin defiantly, a gesture that was purely Krycek.
Eyes wild and darker than he had ever seen. Alex was not home.
Rage, fear, dark joy, lust in those eyes.
The scent of leather and razor wire the man trailed even when nude.
Tricksters, players and games. Deadly and smooth and awkwardly young. Every laugh, every snarl, every act of casual savagery a wonder to behold.
That mouth.
Alex always and forever.
Such a perfect pretty face.
Eyes turned hard and green like jade expression unreadable.
A pheromonal essence uniquely Krycek.
Well formed feet.
Cock rising at the sound of Mulder’s voice.
Cock rampant.
Perfect peachy ass.
Radiance in Mulder’s face at the sight of a naked Alex.
Pretty face made beautiful by need and arousal.
Tiny mewling sounds and writhing.
She sees what he sees: this gorgeous creature conjured by his hands and tongue –emerald glitter of eyes and carmine cheeks, a sprawl of loose muscle and glowing flesh and at the center, the core of his burning, brilliant need –Krycek’s cock and Mulder’s own cock purpled, rampant.
You are beautiful enough to be the devil.
Buttery husk
Pretty peach mouth
Cat quick those eyes I’ve loved for longer than I have ever been able to admit.
Eyes poisonously olive.
Languorously playful bat of eyelashes a feral glitter in the wild green eyes.
The werewolf hour of 2:30 a.m.
Alex had always been beautiful.
Seduce all you can, lord knows you have the ass for it.
He was far too accepting of this to be a virgin. Too pretty not to have been approached. Probably a slut who’d sit on it for anybody.
Okay, I should have edited the two sections together, there are a lot of repeat bits in this. I will edit it sometime.
