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Washington D.C
Saturday, August 7th
The Heretic

All heads turned to stare at the old man in a cheap gray suit who stood in the bar's entrance sucking hungrily on a Morley. His cold predatory eyes evaluated everyone in the smoke filled room, dismissing them each in turn. His eyes lighted on a narrow staircase leading up to a single door, it was directly across the room from where he stood. The smoker swore inwardly that he would kill Krycek for setting up their meeting here as he pushed his way through the crush of male bodies engaging in intimate contact. Two man clad in leather were devouring each other's mouths at the landing of the stairs. He shoved his way pass them and headed up the rickety wooden staircase. It creaked under his weight and the railing felt loose under his hand as if it had been broken and reattached several times.

He didn't bother knocking when he reached the door, he flung it open and stepped inside the dimly lit room. Krycek sat sprawled on a sofa with his long legs spread apart and a bottle of vodka in his hand. A bald headed man knelt between his parted thighs and was orally pleasuring him, taking Krycek's cock deep down his throat while he kneaded and caressed his balls. Spender for the briefest moment thought it was Walter Skinner, the build and coloring were the same, but then the man turned slightly and he could see that it was not. Still the man could have been his brother. Krycek eyes closed and he groaned as he shot his release into the bald man's mouth.

The man stood and waited. Krycek set the bottle on the end table then shoved his cock back into his jeans and slowly button them with his only good hand. He looked at the bald man. "Thanks, Wally, you can leave now," he said off handedly.

"Fuck you, Alex, its Eddie," the man grumbled exasperatedly, glaring down at him.

"Whatever," Krycek said indifferently, picking back up the vodka bottle.

The bald man snarled and angrily stomped out of the office, pushing pass the smoker.

"Fantasies, Alex, how quaint," the smoker said, lighting up another cigarette. "I thought your tastes were more for lanky brunettes with hazel eyes."

Krycek glared at the old man, then smiled evilly. "There is only one man who matches that description that I want to fuck and substitutes just don't cut it."

"Touch my son and I will kill you, Alex. That you can bank on," Spender said, walking over to the desk and leaning against it.

Krycek threw back his head and laughed. "You've already tried that once, old man, or have you forgotten the car bomb that you had Louis Cardinale plant hoping to kill me and destroy your precious DAT tape at the same time?"

Spender grinned. "It's kept you away from Fox. So I would say that it was well worth the effort even if it didn't blow your sorry ass to hell where it belongs."

Krycek face turned red and he clenched his teeth. "I hadn't been around Mulder since you sabotaged my mission by leaving your fucking cigarette butts in my car. There was no reason for you to have tried to kill me," he hissed. "What would the others say if they knew it was you that jeopardized their plans back then, all because you didn't want me fucking your illegitimate brat, and Fox was such a enthusiastic fuck, too."

Spender's face remained blank. He wouldn't let Krycek bait him into attacking him. "They wouldn't think much, most of them are dead after all." He looked deeply into piercing emerald eyes, and asked, "You haven't stayed away from Fox. You love him don't you, Alex?"

"Fuck off, old man," Krycek growled.

The smoker was testing Krycek to see if the young man still had feelings for his son. He saw the brief acknowledgement of his question on Krycek's face before the young man so deftly hid his emotions under a mask of indifference. Spender realized that the triple agent's feelings still ran very deep, maybe even as deep as love, as much as someone like Alex Krycek could love. "It's been so much fun reminiscing with you, Alex, but it's time we got down to business. I have a deal that I don't think you will refuse," he said.

"You have nothing I want, old man," Krycek muttered, taking a long pull on the vodka bottle.

"What about Fox? What about my son?" Spender toned softly.

Krycek leaned forward not sure that he had heard him correctly. "What do you mean?"

"Fox's life is in danger and that bastard Walter Skinner will do nothing to protect him. I would have thought he'd have gone out of his way to protect Fox, considering." At Krycek's puzzled look, he added, "You do know that he is sleeping with my son, don't you?"

Krycek's face paled. "No, I didn't. How long?"

"Five maybe six months. I'd kill the bastard but he seems to be a calming influence on Fox." Spender watched Krycek closely knowing he'd get a rise out of the younger man.

Krycek eyes darkened in rage, Fox was his and no one messes with what was his. He'd get even with Skinner for trespassing. "What did you mean that you'd give me Fox for helping you?"

"Just that. I love my son, Alex, and I will do whatever it takes to keep him safe. Fox is currently on a very dangerous case, but even if he comes through it alive, his life will still be in jeopardy. He's exposed too much of our plans lately, now some of the remaining members of the syndicate would like him out of the way permanently. They don't see Fox as useful to the overall plan any longer, the fools," he snarled with contempt. "I will have Fox's mind wiped and reprogrammed with false memories of you and he as lovers. It shouldn't be too hard of a leap since you once were. Then I want you to take my son out of the country. I will supply you with money and a visa for wherever you wish to go. All that I ask is that you protect him, and Alex, if you mistreat my son I will hunt you down and kill you with my bare hands," Spender growled.

Krycek smiled, placing the bottle between his thighs to steady it as he twisted the cap back on. 'Tell me what sort of danger has my precious lover gotten himself into now?"

Back downstairs in the bar all heads turned up toward the office at the sound of Krycek's loud voice.

"What! Are fucking you cracked! You want me to go to Cape Fear!"

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Spender Plantation
Sunday, August 8th
9:00 p.m.

"Fox, are you sure you're okay?" Skinner asked. He was relieved each time he heard Mulder's voice. His lover called at their agreed upon time each day, since getting his cell phone back two days ago.

"Really, sir, I'm fine. The first night Scully and I spent here was pretty spooky, but it's been quiet the last three nights and four days," Mulder said. He turned slightly into the light caress against his cheek.

Skinner listened to some bickering between his two agents in the background then Scully got on the cell phone. "Sir, it has not been as quiet as Agent Mulder lets on. Couldn't you do something to get us a room in town?"

"Agent Scully, what do you mean?" He asked, feeling his stomach knot.

"This place is haunted! Sir, I really don't want to spend another night here," she blurted out.

"Is that your scientific opinion, agent?" Skinner asked cautiously, he wasn't used to hearing his calm and collected agent so clearly unnerved.

"Yes, it is," she said, watching Mulder with concern as he arched into an invisible touch. It was either this place was haunted or her partner was going off the deep end. Scully hoped a change of location would help. She would really hate to tell Skinner about Mulder's weird behavior of late.

"Okay, Agent Scully, I will secure rooms for you in Cape Town or the next town over. Put my … put Agent Mulder back on, please," he said.

When he heard Mulder's voice over the line, he growled, "Fox, just what in *hell* is going on down there?"

"Nothing, sir. Scully thought she saw old Smokey's long dead ancestor spying on her while she was in the bath," he chuckled lightly.

Skinner heard Scully shout loud enough for him to hear. "Don't forget to tell him about my being pushed down the basement steps while you're at it, Mulder."

Skinner asked worriedly, "Is that true, Fox?"

Mulder hesitated; he didn't want to be pulled off this case because Skinner was worried about their safety. He didn't want to leave here. He didn't want to leave … him? "There is a slope to the steps, sir, I think agent Scully just lost her balance. It was late at night and both of us were pretty much done in." He locked eyes with Scully's startled blues. She was too stunned to speak.

"Okay, I still want you out of that place, Fox, it doesn't sound structurally safe," Skinner said. "I'll make some calls first thing in the morning and get you rooms elsewhere."

"Yes, sir. Thanks," Mulder said ending the call.

"Dammit, Mulder, how could you lie to him? You know perfectly well that I was pushed! What's going on with you?"

"Scully, I had to lie to him. Skinner would have pulled us from the case if he thought our lives were in danger," Mulder replied.

"He would not have, Mulder. Skinner knows how important this case is. He is just going to get us rooms elsewhere," Scully grumbled, looking around the darkening room she quickly rushed around and turned on all of the lights.

"Scully, you have nothing to be afraid of. The ghost won't hurt you. He hasn't touched you since that first night, now has he?"

She looked at him as if he was off his rocker. "Mulder, how would you know?" She was more determined than ever to get him away from this place as soon as possible.

"I don't know, Scully, I just do." He stood and walked slowly around the room, the stone fireplace was the same as it had been nearly two hundred years ago. Fox didn't want to leave his home then or his lover, but his father had made him go to England that ill-fated night, and forced him into a marriage to Diana.

"Mulder, Skinner will pull us off this case if you don't make any progress on your profile. You know you haven't been able to focus since we've been here. A new location would do you some good." She laid her hand on his arm, trying to get his attention. "Mulder, what's wrong? Please, tell me?"

Mulder's eyes seemed to clear and he looked at her puzzled. "I … Scully, I feels like I've been here before in a past life. I had the weirdest sense of déjà vu since we've been here."

"Oh, come on, Mulder, you think this is another past life experience?" Scully said exasperatedly.

"I don't know, Scully. I don't have any clear recollections of ever being here before it's just these feelings … " he sighed. The vivid memories he had earlier were like a fleeting dream that teased at his conscious mind, never becoming solid enough for him to focus on.

"Mulder, we're not here to chart your past lives, we're here to solve a string of murders. I'm going up to my room and review the autopsy reports again, I suggest that you get started on your profile," she said, turning and heading for the staircase, flipping on the light switches on her way.

Mulder sadly watched her walk away. He didn't know what was happening to him. He should be scared to death of being here, after he was raped in his room a few days ago. A low voice purred into his ear.

"Come, Beloved, I have something to show you."

Mulder's eyes glazed over, and Fox Spender smiled at the sound of his lover's voice. His hand was taken by Alexander who led him from the room into the kitchen to the steep steps going down into the basement, without turning on the lights Fox followed the presence into the inky-blackness of the depths below.

There was the faintest glow coming from his ghostly lover that illuminated the space in eerie shadows. Small scampering sounds came from the dark corners of the room as mice scurried to hide from the dim light invading their home. Alexander wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, stopping him in front of an ancient steamer trunk that sat on top of an old rat eaten rug. Alexander effortlessly moved the heavy trunk and lifted the rug away, revealing a trapdoor.

Fox chewed his bottom lip, and he asked, baffled, "Alexander, what do you have to show me in my father's root cellar?" As the trap door opened Fox saw the room below was illuminated in flickering candlelight. Dozens Candles covered every surface, bouncing off mirrors that had been hung on the earthen walls. He couldn't see all the way inside the deep room. Fox turned to ask Alexander about it, but his lover was no longer at his side, looking down below once more, Fox saw him standing on the stone floor at the bottom of the ladder.

"Come to me, Fox," he purred seductively, holding his arms open to his lover.

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Crystal City
Sunday, August 8th
10:30 p.m.

Skinner stood under the spray of his shower as his hand moved quickly over his cock. He closed his eyes and imagined his lover's gorgeous body. Just imagining those beautiful long legs over his shoulders while his cock was buried between his lover's round ivory buttocks was enough to make the large man come, crying out his lover's name. "Fox!" He milky release splashed against the shower wall. He breathed heavily and rested his forehead against the cool porcelain surface.

Skinner didn't want to imagine his life without his beautiful and intelligent lover in it. Almost every waking moment he thought of Fox, longed for his sensual touch and the sound of his satin voice, or just his calming presence at his side. After forty-seven years Skinner finally knew what it was like to be in truly in love. No one had ever come close to stirring the kinds of feelings and emotions in him that Fox did.

He toweled himself dry saddened that their jobs kept them apart for endless days and nights. When Fox returned, he would ask him to go on a vacation with him. Someplace tropical and faraway from prying eyes where they could explore their relationship in the light of day and not behind closed doors.

His mind mulled over the nervousness he had heard in Dana Scully's voice, she tended to be so level headed, it took a lot to unnerve her. Should he have listened to the smoker? Was Fox really in danger? He thought worriedly as he pulled on his briefs and a robe then walked downstairs to his desk and shuffled through the stacks of folders and documents that contained every snippet of information the FBI had dug up on the Kriuchek family. The family had a very checkered and colorful past it would appear. They were not always the upstanding citizens that they now appeared to be.

Skinner carried one of the thick folders over to the sofa. If it were possible for him to find something, anything, that would help his agents wrap up this case quicker he was determined to try. He had spent his entire weekend going over the data. He reached for his glasses on the coffee table when one of the documents on the desk toppled to the ground. Putting on his glasses he stood and went over to retrieve it. The document was a thick bound book that chronicled of the Kriuchek family's tree. He was about to close it and place it back on the desk when a name on the page caught his attention.

"Fucking Alex Krycek." Skinner followed the name back up the tree to where it had been changed from Kriuchek to Krycek by Alex's grandfather in the 1930s. He dropped the book on the desk and walked over to his liquor cabinet and debated whether or not to call Fox. He decide that it was too late at night to disturb him, he'd call Fox with the news in the morning.

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Nicole it is your turn.