No one can argue against the fact that sex scenes are an integral part of slash stories.
They serve to both entertain, and advance plot and character development. The scenes
honored here tonight are varied in their achievements. They all excel in their portrayal of
desire and physical intimacies, some using the sex as a way to alter the dynamic between
the characters. We also have a large number of scenes set in unusual places, showcasing
the adventurous spirit of M/K writers.
The Debriefing by Mockery and Ruric
Scene- The only one.
The blade flickered again and my briefs now featured a rather large gash
in their seat. He smiled wickedly, and my heart fluttered as I heard
him slowly unzip his fly. He couldn't possibly mean to... not here...
not in public... not in *this* public, surely! He grinned again. Oh
God - he did.
"I don't like you wearing underwear, Alex" he whispered.
I looked back at him in disbelief. "I'll be sure to remember that," I
He smiled again. These smiles were beginning to severely distress me in
a pleasantly shivery kind of way. "See that you do."
His fingers returned to my open fly and closed once more around my
straining cock. They squeezed gently and his thumb slid gently over the
sensitive head, gathering up the precum and smearing it over my
I felt my mouth drop open and my eyes widen as my knees trembled. If we
were not wedged in tight, I might have fallen; as it was, I felt that
his cock between my buttocks and his hand around my cock were all that
were keeping me upright.
Drink to Me Only by Jane Symmons
Scene- The first non-fantasy sex scene.
"Up, Alex!" he encouraged, as if to a lazy pet. "I want you on all fours,
there's a good boy!"
Krycek rolled his eyes mildly, looking at Mulder with an indulgent well-if-
I-really-must expression but he wasted no time in arranging himself on
hands and knees, thrusting his buttocks in the air with greedy
anticipation. Seeing such a mouthwatering sight before him, Mulder decided
against using the sperm. He'd been given a better idea. He grabbed hold of
Krycek's muscular cheeks and pulled them a little apart, revealing the dark
puckered opening there. Exquisite. It twitched a little in excitement.
Mulder buried his face in the sweet crack and began licking thoroughly at
"God!" Krycek nearly shrieked, clutching violently at the bedclothes. "Oh
'I think he likes it,' Mulder decided. He revelled in the fact that he'd
taken someone of Krycek's obvious experience by surprise and licked harder,
pushing at the tiny opening with the tip of his tongue. Krycek tasted
marvellously rich and musty.
"Mulder!" Krycek's voice was a mixture of lust and terror. Mulder wondered
if this was the first time anyone had had the imagination to do this to
him. He remembered the first time he'd had it done to him - he'd nearly hit
the ceiling. Krycek's anal muscles suddenly gave and Mulder shoved his
tongue inside as far as it would go. Krycek screamed out, his voice cracked
and panicky, thrashing about wildly while Mulder explored his inner
channel, revolving his tongue to lick at the walls, then fucking him hard
Without even having his penis touched, Krycek screamed again and launched
into an explosive climax, collapsing onto his chest so that his buttocks
were even higher in the air. Mulder didn't stop tonguing him until Krycek's
protests started to get tearful. He was almost weeping Mulder's name over
and over again.
Drinking with the Enemy* by Sleeps with Coyotes
Scene- The only one.
He didn't bother stalking Mulder--he just pounced, pushing the other man back into the couch
and straddling the man's suddenly-sprawled legs, easing himself down into Mulder's lap as he
caught the other man's mouth for a kiss. Maybe he'd surprised Mulder on the verge of cussing
him out, but Mulder's mouth opened beneath him all the same, and Mulder gave as good as he got.
Through the sudden dizziness of his shock--being here, being with Mulder and sharing a kiss that
left him breathless--he realized they were rocking together like teenagers, Mulder's erection an
undeniable heat rubbing side-by-side with his own.
This was just way too good to be true...
Sure enough, Mulder pulled back suddenly, one hand coming up to push sternly at Alex's chest.
"Krycek," Mulder panted, meeting Alex's frustrated eyes with an intent stare.
"What?" Alex demanded, eyes narrowing, though he froze at once. Taking advantage of Mulder
while he was drunk was one thing, but...he didn't actually want to force the other man... Well,
"Get the fuck out of those clothes."
Never mind. This day was definitely looking up.
Mulder wasn't entirely sure what was happening inside his head, but he knew exactly what his
body thought of it. Having six feet of steel-coiled assassin writhing wantonly in your lap
tended to make an impression. Thrusting his hands up under Krycek's jacket, he'd stroked down
the long, hard planes of the other man's back and realized he wanted skin beneath his palms,
wanted more than this so-careful adolescent rutting, wanted to do this right if he was
going to do it at all. Something that would leave an impression on both of them for a very long
The fact that he had recognized the look in Krycek's eyes when Mulder had stopped the other man
gave him no peace of mind at all, though... Frustration, want, desire--he could have ignored
those with ease. But not that need. That...desperation, expecting everything to be taken away
without warning, the shadow of exhaustion in dark green eyes. It had been there and gone in an
instant, but Mulder knew he hadn't imagined it. It was a look he knew from the inside out, and
Raised the stakes. That made this a game played for keeps.
And so now he had bare skin and warm flesh tangled up in his own, his hands reading an
intricate Braille of scars, but that was good, that was right, it was just what he'd always
pictured when he lay here in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, some unspoken perversity
inspiring him to imagine this very scene in vivid detail. He'd anticipated a lot more talking,
though...jibes, taunts, threats even, maybe the cold kiss of a gun or the chafe of handcuffs
braceleting his wrists. Not the hunger with which they devoured each other, lips skimming over
jaw and throat, the delicate hint of teeth against a shoulder or nipple, the wet flick of a
tongue down a tense stomach. He hadn't expected this...this comfort he felt at all.
Private Dancer II by Aries
Scene- The performance at the club.
Gray, misty tendrils wound around the objects on stage and the bodies
writhing together on the bed as the smoke slowly thickened, softening
edges and vaguely blurring the view of the audience.
Almost simultaneously, everyone leaned forward, watching intently as Fox
rose up on his knees, pulling himself away from Alex's persistent grasp.
The prone man's hands wandered over Fox's thighs as he slid his pants to
his knees then began to sway, his hips undulating in a slow, hypnotic
Another round of gasps sounded at the exquisite if slightly obscured sight
of Alex's lover's body making him silent promises of shattering joy.
"Give it to him," one man in the front row whispered, completely immersed
in the fantasy. "He's wanted you for so long..."
Fox shifted, removing his remaining clothing and went to work on Alex,
stripping him as well. When he was finished, he straddled the younger man
on his hands and knees, licking a long trail up the hard muscles of his
abdomen, working his way to Alex's chest. The younger man lay beneath him,
stretching his arms straight out to his sides, gathering up fistfuls of
sheet as he arched under the warm, moist pressure.
Fox continued upward, his tongue stroking over the contracting muscles of
Alex's throat. Reaching the area just below his lover's jaw, he sucked the
flesh into his mouth, leaving a large, reddish-purple mark of possession
there before he moved on, muffling Alex's gasps with his mouth.
Several customers squirmed in their seats, moving in time to Alex's upward
thrusts, and when Fox sank down, draping himself over the younger man's
body, several more men unconsciously dropped their hands into their laps,
rubbing the bulges in their pants.
Alex released the green satin and slid his hands up toward the other man's
back as one leg slid over his waist, but he was abruptly stopped. Fox
grasped his wrists and held them to the mattress beside his head as he
raised himself up, separating their chests, pushing down with his hips,
grinding their cocks together.
Until now, every sound Alex made had gone unheard by the population, but
the sobbing groan he now emitted cut through the throb of the music,
cueing his lover to move them to the next part of the performance.
Renaissance Man by Queen Mab and Ratadder
Scene- The only one.
Mulder caught on immediately as Krycek arranged himself and rested his one
hand on Mulder's sternum, leaving it to Mulder to guide his bobbing
erection back to Krycek's body. Mulder used one hand to position his dick
and the other to guide Krycek's hips as he eased the entrance, then moved
both hands to stroke over Krycek's inner thighs as the body above him
relaxed and sank down fully. He whimpered softly as the slick heat
surrounded him again and tightened. Relaxed. Tightened.
Krycek tipped back his head as he settled and groaned feelingly. "Yes yes
yes yes yes. Oh Fox, you are *it*. This is the best. You're so good. Yeah,
this is much better. GOD. Arch your hips up, make me feel it. YES! Like
that... do it again." Krycek tightened powerful thigh muscles and started
rocking, lifting and lowering himself just enough to set them both on fire
Mulder arched and thrust, ignoring the protest of his lower back by
concentrating on the feeling of Krycek's thighs flexing under his hands.
He was inside that body, inside that impossible ass, and the knowledge was
as heady as the sensations. Watching Krycek move rated somewhere up around
the most incredible sight he'd ever laid eyes on. His own body raced out
of control, lost in the squeezing friction of Krycek's ass, but his mind
locked on the image of Krycek pumping himself wildly on the cock spearing
him, head tossing, powerful thigh muscles flexing, chest heaving under his
rucked-up shirt. His nipples stood out clearly through the thin material,
and Mulder couldn't resist reaching up and pinching them, one by one.
Krycek twisted and made the best noise, causing Mulder to repeat his
actions and then start rubbing each nipple between finger and thumb.
Krycek's eyes went wide and he stared down at Mulder, the picture of
erotic abandonment, mouth open, panting, lips shining and puffy from
biting himself, cheeks flushed, hair hanging over his forehead, sweat
dripping down his jawbone.