Future Jump
Writers:
Nicole Czara18@aol.com
Jo B. purplefox7@aol.com
Amothea falconsbane@geocities.com
Cerulean Blue Cerulean_Blue@juno.com
Spoilers: Season 1 through 6.
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: M/K SLASHDisclaimer: The X-Files characters Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Alex Krycek, Walter Skinner, Jeffrey Spender, CSM, the Lone Gunmen, etc. are the property Chris Carter, 1013 productions and Fox Broadcasting.
Summary: Alternate Universe. Growing up after the invasion, Alex Krycek discovers that the past holds more than the chance at freedom, it holds the only man he will ever love.
Author's note: This story is being written as a collaborative round robin. If you enjoy the story, please send feedback to one of the writers listed above, they will pass it on to the others.
Warning: This story contains sexual interaction between males. If the subject matter offends you do not read any further.
Remote cabin
Northern Alaska
May 18, 1999Mulder moaned as he began to regain consciousness. Strong fingers stroked his face and narrowed, green eyes, filled with love not diluted by time and unspeakable acts, watched as awareness slid over Fox's lovely face. Long lashes blinked as hazel began to peer out, clouded and confused. The strong fingers slid gently over Fox's lips, hesitated there, before stroking up the stubbled cheek.
"Wake up, Mul…" The voice stopped and paused, "Fox! Wake up Fox." Pink lips bent to kiss Fox's forehead. "You've always been Fox to me. My brave, beautiful, Fox." The voice whispered sadly, filled with terrible love.
As more awareness crept in to those dazzling, changing eyes the fingers withdrew and reappeared with a cup of water. Fox's lips parted with a dry sound and he greedily took in the cold wetness offered. He moaned in regret as the cup was moved away from him and he blinked trying to clear his head.
"Not so fast, Fox, you'll just throw it up if you drink too fast."
"M-Mulder! I don't want you calling me Fox!" With those words it was as full awareness settled in and the neurons fired up in the busy mind. He stared warily at the man with the cup and though he parted his lips thirstily when the cup was offered again, he paused before letting the liquid into his mouth. "What the hell is going on? Where am I? And why are you here, Krycek?"
The sneer of his name, so familiar an epithet from this man, prompted a sad smile from Krycek, but he simply placed the cold, metal cup to Fox's lips once more and said, "Drink, Fox…you need it."
Mulder took several long gulps before Krycek took the cup away. His mind was still confused, but he tried to assess his situation. He was clothed in flannel pajamas and lay in a soft bed in what looked to be a small, cozy cabin. He could hear the sounds of wildlife beyond the smooth wooden walls, and the lapping sounds of water at a shore, but nothing else…no that wasn't right, he could hear the steady pulse of Krycek's heartbeat. He tried to remember how he'd arrived here…he couldn't. Vague images assaulted him…he, dazed and in bed with Diana, her mouth so hot, all over him, lapping, nipping, sucking, making him scream…loss of focus and then knowing only that he was betrayed by someone...everyone, and that he was being driven mad by voices. He frowned in concentration and yet could not hear the voices now. He looked up into Krycek's eyes, and a memory flashed like a dream. Krycek kneeling beside him and undoing the contraption that constricted his movement, green eyes boring into his own and the sounds of alarms going off. Blood strewn corridors and dead guards, their guns not even drawn, as Krycek dragged him along in the flashing, dark corridors… then…nothing.
"What is going on, Krycek?"
"More than you have ever even realized, Fox." The bed creaked as Krycek stood and Mulder couldn't keep himself from admiring the muscled sleekness of this man. "Do you remember being in the hospital? The case you were working on? The voices in your head? Any of it?"
Mulder nodded slowly, "Vaguely…just bits and pieces."
"You were going to be killed…I couldn't allow it. Shit, things are moving fast now, Fox, and they are readying themselves to strike…you weren't meant to survive this long…I mean you didn't survive this long the first time and now it's just like playing with fire…I don't know all the answers."
Mulder stared silently at the rambling man. "You aren't making any sense whatsoever, Krycek!"
Krycek sighed and went to the window. He traced one leather-encased hand over the glass, the metal of his prosthetic hand far more sensitive than anyone in this world could know. "It is a long story, Fox. It is a long story and I don't know the ending."
"I'm not going anywhere at the moment," Mulder said, dryly. He could feel weakness in his limbs and something in Krycek's eyes made him want to hear this story.
"I hope you can listen to me with all the openness you have ever listened to people with. I need your full cooperation if we are to stop them."
"The Consortium? Your bosses?" The last was somewhat sneered but Krycek just stared into Mulder's eyes until Mulder nodded with something close to an apologetic look. "I'm listening."
The green eyes sparked then, like jewels, and Mulder once again had to ignore the man's appeal.
"I have loved you since I was a child, a very young child actually. Of course then you were just a legend, a hero…no, more than that, a martyr who had died trying to save us all. The only man who fought openly…though there were many who fought the same fight and who died or gave up. But you, you were the one at the top of the hill shouting for all the world to hear."
Mulder tried to hide his shock at that, and cleared his throat, "I may be a few years older than you, Krycek, but let's not get carried away! Young child, you were thirty when I met you!"
"Actually I was only twenty-eight, but I lied."
"Shocking! You lying? I'm so leveled. But even so, that is hardly a young child."
Krycek smiled and the gleam of white against the pink of his lips was so lovely. //I must be really whacked right now,// Mulder mused to himself. This was a lying Rat bastard not a PlayGirl fantasy.
"I meant that when I was a child of four or five, and when I first saw your picture…God you were larger than life, and so beautiful…of course it wasn't until I was older that I realized just how beautiful, and just what I wanted from you."
Those words shocked Mulder. Krycek thought he was beautiful? Didn't the man ever look in the mirror? With a mental shake he queried, "You saw a picture of me when I was what, eleven, and you thought I was larger than life?"
Alex used his human hand to run it through his short, dark hair. "If you are going to pipe in every time I pause to breathe, this is going to take a long…long time!"
Mulder shrugged, unrepentant, his lips pursed out in emphasis of his unconcern.
Krycek groaned; wanting so badly to taste those lips, to lick the full flesh apart, and slide his tongue deep in the warm crevice and have Fox kiss him back, whimpering with passion. A dark flush covered his face and his groin ached within his dark jeans. His flesh grew and tightened and it was all he could do not to join Fox, adorable in red flannel, in bed. He'd spent a lifetime for this moment. He could force Fox he knew, force the coupling and for those brief moments his life would have meaning, but when it was done, and he'd spent himself deep inside the man he loved, he would have lost him forever. He bit his lip. No, he wanted Fox to open his arms willingly and fully aware of what he was doing. He wanted Fox forever, not just for one moment. He stared still at those lush lips and continued, his voice husky with want.
"I was five when I saw your picture…by then you had been dead nearly one hundred years." He ignored the gasp and the wide eyes, and plunged on. "You and your partner, Ian Watts, were killed shortly after your partner Dana Scully had been reassigned to Quantico. Ian Watts worked for the Consortium. It was understood from the beginning that he was to bring you to one of *their* places and torture you. After he'd found out all you could tell him, then he was to turn you over to the Consortium for disposal…or rather…reassignment. You never knew how much some of those bastards wanted you…*want* you, did you, Fox?"
Wide, impossibly beautiful eyes were watching Alex speak with something akin to fascination and horror. Krycek knew that the drugs and the rubbings from the artifact were effecting Fox, giving him something of Alien understanding.
"G-go on." Mulder didn't know why, but Ale…Krycek's words rang true…it was as if he could picture it…as if it *had* happened, the event he described, but that somehow he'd forgotten it.
Krycek could see the beginning of belief in Fox's eyes, the impact of Alex's own future jump would cause...as all jumps did…feelings of having already done something or the certainty that one has already had a certain conversations…déjà vu. Realities were always changed by these jumps from the future, and so these feelings of déjà vu were inevitable. Fox would not remember those long days of torture and intimate abuse from his insane partner, it would seem dream-like and yet, paradoxically, *real* to him.
"Ian took you…and did indeed torture you, but when it came time to turn you over to the Consortium he changed his mind…and not out of a change of heart. He just wanted to keep you where you were. He had developed a rather…unhealthy obsession for you, you see. You seized a chance to escape when Ian was arguing with the goons hired to take you to certain members of the Consortium. Rather than let you escape you were killed…shot in the back over ten times. You were dead when the ambulance arrived. The men who shot you were later found dead, but their deaths were never connected to your own. Scully committed suicide, by shooting herself in the back of the head…after beating herself so severely that her jaw was broken. Oh yes, and only after she had destroyed your apartment and all the files there and those at her apartment and in the basement of the Hoover. A very busy, suicidal lady."
Mulder looked sick. "Scully," he whispered.
"Skinner of course tried to investigate, but he was forced to drop the matter. They never found Ian's body, but I can assure you, he died hard. You weren't expendable to some very powerful men."
Krycek offered Mulder some more water and sat on the edge of the bed. "You had just begun to fight the coming events…you had not even discovered half of what you have since unveiled but you fought, that was what you were remembered for." I grew up after the invasion, Fox. And you cannot imagine the horror and the ugliness that is this world in my time. I-I came to help you fight…at least that is what I told the members of the resistance…that I came to help you fight, as you were the best positioned of all the believers…but I really came back…I came back for you."
Wide hazel eyes peered up at him and he ached to close them with tender kisses. "I've loved you all my life, Fox. Your image has been burned in my memory since the first moment I saw you." A flush covered his pretty face, "You don't want to know what I did when I found a warehouse of video tapes of you…I was quite enthusiastic a young man by then."
Mulder remained silent, then hissed, "This is insane!"
Krycek sighed, "It gets crazier."
"If you wanted to help me, Krycek, you sure have a funny way of showing it!" Mulder growled, ignoring the affect Krycek's avowals of devotion were having on his wayward organ.
"I will tell you everything, Fox…from the beginning."
"Krycek, can you really expect me to believe that you came from the future to help me! When all you've done is hurt and betray me!" Mulder snapped. He sunk exhaustedly back into the softness of the down covered bed, his outburst causing him to become dizzy. "You killed my father … " he murmured weakly.
"No! The man I killed *stopped* being your father the moment he turned you over to the aliens for experimentation at the tender age of two. Samantha wasn't the only Mulder abducted by aliens, Fox, or betrayed by her own father!" Krycek glared down at the older man's shocked hazel eyes. He couldn't back down now no matter how much the truth would hurt Mulder, he needed to know all of it.
Krycek stalked angrily around the room as he told Mulder the truth about his father. "I will never apologize for killing Bill Mulder. The man was a collaborator with the aliens and helped betray the human race. He headed up the project for experimenting on humans with the aliens; together they were trying to produce an alien/human hybrid! In his own reports Bill Mulder referred to the humans experimented on as merchandise, they were nothing more than *fucking* objects to him. The abductees weren't all strangers either, Fox, each member of the consortium was asked to sacrifice a loved one for the experiments as a way of showing their loyalty and dedication to the project. You were sacrificed, Fox, your sister had not yet been born. Years later the aliens demanded a hostage from each of the consortium members to assure their continued loyalty. At this point, Bill Mulder was having seconds thoughts about the project, and he refused to turn either of his children over. However, in the end he left you at home alone to watch your sister, knowing fully that the aliens were coming that night to take Samantha. He left you to take the blame for not protecting your sister. He was a weak, pathetic man, he was only going to tell you the truth after you've gotten your hands on that DAT tape," he growled.
Krycek sighed as his noticed his words had brought tears to Mulder's eyes, and the older man fought a losing battle to keep his sobs inside. Krycek sat on the edge of the bed and placed a soothing hand on top of the down comforter that covered Mulder's heaving stomach. "Fox, I never wanted to hurt you, but you have to know the truth if we are going to work together . . . no more secrets . . . no more lies."
Mulder couldn't help the utter grief he was feeling. Whatever that alien artifact had done to him it was allowing him to hear Krycek's thoughts clearly as the younger man ranted on about what a bastard his father was. He knew explicitly that Krycek spoke the truth, but he had already known most of his father's sins. However, it still hurt to hear them voiced aloud. Mulder thought sadly back to the bodies inside the buried boxcar in New Mexico--they were what his father had referred to as merchandise--innocent human beings. They had died horribly because of his father.
Finally Mulder got his emotions under control, and asked with a catch in his voice, "What about Scully? You helped them take her."
"Fox, my initial intervention saved you from being killed by Ian Watts, but in so doing it altered the timeline and created a new threat to your life. Dana Scully's skepticism ended up getting you killed on a future case. Although you were no longer partners at the time, you still counted on her for backup." Krycek sighed, "I had taken Watts place as your partner, and you still didn't fully trust me. I think there may have been shades of Watts' betrayal left in your memory."
"Why abduct her, why not just have her transferred to a field office?" Mulder asked, melting into the sincerity within Krycek's beautiful emerald eyes. He knew that Alex was telling him the truth, no more lies, or half-truths separated them.
"She needed to believe and have a personal stake in the X-Files." Krycek quickly continued at the look of outrage and hate that twisted Mulder's gorgeous face. "You may think of me as cruel and ruthless. However, Fox, I have a personal stake in the outcome of events as well. I will not allow one person to get in the way of the future happiness and freedom of billions of humans. It was important for Scully to be shown the truth and the only way that she would fully believe was to experience it for herself. Cruel--yes. Necessary--undoubtedly."
Mulder hated himself for accepting what Krycek was telling him. He felt like he was betraying Scully. However, he knew Alex spoke the truth it all made a warped sense to him, even without the ability to read the younger man's mind. "What about the other things you've done, Alex? Were they all for this greater purpose?" he asked tiredly, yawning, feeling his eyes start to close.
Krycek smiled gently at the Fox's use of his first name. "We'll talk later, Fox, I think you should get some sleep now." He had put a sedative into the water Mulder had drunk. He was trying to ease the man he loved through the effects of the alien artifact. Krycek knew that it was altering Fox, awakening his mind to what the aliens had implanted there and triggering a change in his DNA. Fox had been destined to become an ambassador between the humans and aliens, one of the new superior overlord race that would hold a firm rule over their fellow humans. Only he'd gotten to Fox first. The metamorphosis would give them the edge they needed in order to defeat the aliens. He was content with the knowledge that the transformation wouldn't drastically alter Fox's appearance, only enhance it. He would still be devastatingly beautiful, maybe even more so.
Krycek tucked the blankets around Fox's slumbering body, his hand delved under the blanket caressing the flannel top over the sleeping man's nipples. He felt them harden. Smiling, Alex bent down and gently kissed Fox's full, luscious lips.
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Georgetown Hospital
May 19, 1999Diana Fowley stood angrily looking at the bloodstained corridor. The bodies had been removed hours ago after the crime lab had taken detailed photographs, measurements, and bagged any evidence. Police detectives and FBI investigators still swarmed the hospital corridors trying to figure out why so many hospital guards had been killed and, in addition, why there were so many guards on duty in the first place. Ten guards dead when there shouldn't have been more than four of them in this wing of the hospital.
Fowley's cell-phone chirped, and she ducked into an empty room to answer it. "Diana Fowley," she said.
"Diana, what's happened?" She recognized the raspy voice on the other end of the connection—her employer. She had been dreading this telephone call.
"Someone has kidnapped Fox, sir," she replied.
"Who?"
"I think it was Alex Krycek. He was spotted in town the other day," Fowley didn't want to tell C.G.B. Spender that she had been working with Krycek, and keeping the full extent of Fox's condition a secret from him. She'd found out about a new group within the devastated consortium that wanted to kill Mulder; they did not know his true worth. However, Krycek had promised that if they worked together they could take over this new group and protect Fox at the same time. He had promised to share power with her, and like a fool she had believed him. Krycek had used her, and she was angry with herself for believing the triple agent and allowing him to snatch Fox right out from under her nose.
The voice on the other end of the line was full of rage. "Dammit! I should have killed that *traitorous* rat years ago. He's been nothing but a thorn in my side since the first day I met him," the smoker growled. Spender couldn't understand how a man that was a *mere* assassin had learned so much about their organization and project. He had assumed Krycek's knowledge had come from the stolen DAT tape. Although, it was beyond him how the younger man was able to translate it from the Navaho phonetics it was written in.
"Sir, we need to locate Fox. Something has triggered his metamorphosis early, I think that it was something from a case he and Dana Scully were working on. I tried to get information from her, but she wouldn't tell me a thing," Fowley complained.
"No! It's too early for Fox to change. We must get him back immediately or kill him if we cannot," the elder Spender said. Mulder would finally have his evidence of alien life and all he had to do was look in a mirror.
"Understood, sir. I'll get right on it," Fowley said.
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Northern Alaska
Remote cabin
March 12, 2085Alex shoved his small hands into his tattered and grubby pockets, trying to hide his fingers from the cold wind blowing through the tall birch trees. He lost track of all time as his family desperately trudged over snowdrifts and across several frozen lakes with few breaks. Snowflakes descended from the dark sky and fell on the ground covering the trail and obscuring his vision. A slight tug at his waist told him he was still connected to his older stepsister, Marie. The first thing his father did before they abandoned the warm comfort of the cabin was to tie a rope around each of their waists, so no one would wander off in the wrong direction. Visibility and sound didn't carry far when it snowed. According to his father, some men and women died from the cold after leaving their shelter to relieve themselves during a snowstorm. He shivered imaging how cold those luckless fools felt when they died. He walked faster trying to catch up to Marie's longer stride, afraid the old rope might break and he would be lost forever in the snow.
His sister stopped walking and he quickly caught up with her, he could hear his dad talking to his mom, but couldn't see them with all the snow falling.
"Maddy, it's too dangerous. If it stops snowing the aliens will see us."
Alex felt a chill go up his spine at the word aliens. He hadn't seen one yet, but his father told him old stories of the atrocities committed by the conquering aliens against humans.
"Eric, if we don't reach the pickup point in five hours they are going to leave us. We don't have enough time to go around the valley. It's too huge. If we run fast we can make it."
"Alex can't keep up with us if we run for it, and I can't carry him. He's too heavy."
He shivered as a strong gust of wind hit his threadbare jacket, which offered little protection for his sweat soaked back. He inched closer to Marie and she pulled him in front of her to protect his small body from the wind. Marie had a better jacket and his father said that girls have more fat so they could withstand the cold better, that must be why she looked so calm and strong. He could see her breath and her nose had to be red with the cold, but she wasn't shivering or shaking with the cold. He leaned back against her and felt warmer and safer, Marie wouldn't let his step-mom leave him behind. He hoped.
"Okay Eric, we'll walk as fast as possible and you keep your son with us or we leave him."
Alex knew she was going to say that, Maddy had never liked him, because he was a constant reminder of his dad's first wife, Alexia, who died giving birth to him. He guessed Maddy would like him more if he didn't look so much like the dead woman.
"We aren't leaving anyone behind, and that's final. Our duty is to protect Alex and Marie. They are the future, with so many of us gone now." He couldn't see his dad's expression but he could tell his father was furious at his wife's suggestion.
"Come on we'll cross the valley quickly and quietly. This time I want all of us to hold hands, we can't afford to be pulled apart once we leave the trees. The wind will be much worse out in the open. Alex, don't let go of Marie's hand no matter what. And, Marie, you hold your mother's hand. Alex and Marie, do you understand?"
Marie quickly chimed, "Yes, sir."
He finally saw his father's tall figured weighed down by the heavy backpack strapped to his back emerging from the darkness. "Alex?"
"Y-yes, sir." Alex tried to keep his voice steady, because he knew if they didn't make the pickup point to the next safe house, the elements would kill them before the aliens had the chance.
"Okay then, let's go..."
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Mulder woke up confused and disorientated both by the weird dream he'd had and the remaining drugs in his system. Was it really Krycek, he'd dreamt about? He looked across the small cabin room, and tried to find the Rat bastard who rescued him. It took him a minute to spot Krycek sleeping on a chair in front of the fireplace. Mulder was confused as to why he believed Krycek's wild claim, but even more confused by Krycek admitting that he loved him. He sat up slowly, still feeling dizzy from the drugs; he reached for the cup of water near his bed, and missed. The sound of shattering glass made Krycek jump from his sleep and aim a gun at the source of the noise so fast, Mulder wondered for a brief moment if Krycek possessed alien genetics.
Seeing the gun pointed directly at him, and the blind panic in Krycek's eye's scared Mulder. He raised his hands and said, "It's just me."
"I see!" Krycek responded, recognition dawning on him, "And what was that noise?"
"I knocked the glass of water over," Mulder gulped, his already dry throat suddenly constricting when Krycek didn't lower the gun.
Krycek got up from his chair and swiftly made his way over to Mulder's bedside. "You shouldn't scare me like that, Mulder. You don't know what I'm capable of."
Mulder was suddenly angry. "I have a good goddamn notion of what you're capable of!"
"Oh?"
"Don't bullshit me, Krycek. That's all I'm asking." Mulder snorted. He suddenly felt like an ass, waking up in the remote cabin in this forsaken part of the world, swallowing everything Krycek had told him, hook, line, and sinker.
Krycek sighed. Even when Mulder could hear his thoughts, he was still suspicious of him.
"You know that everything I told you was the truth. It's a truth you don't like, especially the part about Scully's reeducation. Believe me when I tell you that it was a necessary evil."
"Yeah, the same old same old. Don't you know that's how all madmen justify their actions? I'm sure Scully would feel differently, why don't you ask her?" Mulder snorted.
Krycek came closer to where Mulder was lying in the bed. He gazed at him silently while Mulder swallowed nervously. Suddenly he was sitting on the side of the bed, still holding the gun.
"I don't recall inviting you to sit down, Krycek!" Mulder said, his calm tone belying the pounding of his heart.
"This is my cabin, Mulder," Krycek responded with a slight smile, "I sit wherever I want. If you don't like it, maybe you should leave."
"Very funny," Mulder retorted and then gasped as Krycek leaned forward to kiss him. Krycek's hard and demanding mouth covered his lips, his tongue forcing its way in and exploring every crevice. Krycek kissed him deeply and tenderly, convincing Mulder in that kiss how much Krycek cared for him. Mulder raised his hand and gripped the back of Krycek's head, answering the kiss with his own deeply-felt passion.
Suddenly Krycek broke away. "I like a man who makes his mind up quickly!" he said, looking amused.
"What now?" Mulder responded, a little breathlessly.
"Whatever you want, Agent Mulder!" Krycek chuckled. He finally lay down his gun on the nighttable. He then pushed Mulder back down onto the bed, running his hands all around under Mulder's flannel top. He stroked the agent's chest and caressed the small, brown nipples until they turned into hard little nubs, eliciting a groan from Mulder as he did so. Opening the flannel top, Krycek leaned over and retraced his path over the agent's chest with hot, little swirls and licks. Mulder groaned even more loudly as Krycek teased each nipple with his tongue.
"Alex!" he moaned, the sensation sending bolts of white lightening straight to his groan.
Krycek stripped off Mulder's shirt and flung it on the floor. He inserted his thumbs under the waistband of Mulder's flannel pants and drew it down over Mulder's legs. His breath caught as he gazed at Mulder lying naked before him.
"You're so goddamn beautiful, Fox! My beautiful Fox," he sighed delightedly.
Leaning over he took Mulder's semi-erect cock in his mouth and started to suck him. He felt Mulder trembling under him and knew in his bones that Mulder had also dreamed of this moment. Mulder's cock soon felt heavy and huge in his mouth, and the agent's breath was coming in quick, little pants. He felt Mulder's hand reach down and run through his hair as he sucked him. Mulder groaned aloud in disappointment when Krycek abruptly stood up.
"Not yet, my heart! I want to be inside you when you come. May I?" Krycek murmured.
Mulder nodded wordlessly and watched as Krycek pulled a tube of lubricant out of his knapsack. Mulder was grinning brightly and almost laughed out loud when Krycek looked at him quizzically.
"Lube in an Alaskan cabin, Alex? I mean, really!" Mulder chuckled.
"Be prepared, that's my motto. Hey, maybe I was a Boy Scout in a past life." Krycek deadpanned.
Mulder snorted. "That would surprise me even more than the news that you've come from the future!"
Krycek quickly stripped out of his pajamas. He coated his erection with the lubricant and poised himself over Mulder. Meeting the agent's eyes, he slung Mulder's legs high on his shoulders and wordlessly thrust himself in. He was trembling with excitement. He was finally going to be able to fuck his beautiful Fox.
Mulder cried out as Krycek's cock entered him. It was the first time he had been penetrated. He could read the triple agent's thoughts, and he knew that this was an experience the man had wanted and waited for practically his whole life. The whole thing was still so strange to him. He had finally accepted Krycek's betrayal, internalized the helpless rage at his father's murder, and now his life was again being turned upside down by the so-called rat. Not only was he being changed by the artifact rubbing, but he had been kidnapped by Krycek, taken to this remote cabin and then told by Alex that he was actually from the future, traveling back in time to save Mulder. If he thought too much about the situation, Mulder's head would start spinning again.
Krycek thrust against Mulder slowly and surely. He gripped Mulder's cock with a steady hand, bending Mulder's long legs back over him, thrusting harder and harder against his lover's ass. He looked deep into Mulder's eyes and saw his expression freeze as the agent came, his cock pulsing and jetting over his fist. The contractions of Mulder's sphincter as he orgasmed set Krycek off. He shouted "Fox!" and came hard, pumping his warmth deep into the agent.
He collapsed onto Mulder, breathing heavily. The agent seemed shaky and was glistening with fresh sweat. The whole experience held an aura of unreality for Krycek as well as for Mulder. To want someone for so long, and then to realize that dream in another time and place was enough to make anyone feel dazed with disbelief.
He murmured into Mulder's ear, "We have to talk, Fox!"
Mulder sighed. "No kidding!"
"The Consortium is going to be looking for you. You know, our Smoking Friend. This is a tough place for them to find and then to get to, but we can't stay here. Once you're through the Change, we'll need to move on."
Mulder went cold. "The Change?"
Krycek sighed to himself. "Yes, Fox, you can't deny it to yourself any longer. The artifact rubbing just triggered it earlier than they'd hoped. You know already what is happening to you. Your alien side is emerging."
Mulder suddenly threw Krycek off him and onto the bed with all his strength. "You lying bastard!" he shouted, shaking uncontrollably.
Krycek gazed up at him in astonishment. Why was Mulder so shocked? He decided that hearing unspoken thoughts said aloud was too much for the agent, Mulder had not yet learned to trust his own alien telepathic skills. He may have read from Krycek's thoughts that he was becoming an alien hybrid, but he didn't really believe it. It was too bad, but Mulder was going to have to start facing reality and facing it fast.
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Remote cabin
Northern Alaska"I need to…I need…" Mulder ran a shaky hand through his hair.
"What do you need? Tell me what you need, Fox?" Alex's voice was soft, tired.
"I need to get out of this room!" Fox stood suddenly, and he flushed as he caught Alex's hot stare. He felt even more naked because of their new intimacy. He recognized the fire in Alex' gaze and knew exactly what Alex wanted. Those green eyes slid over him, and he shivered, wanting it too.
Alex stood slowly, "Why don't you take a shower and then if you feel up to it, we can take a walk by the lake."
"I need to be alone, Krycek."
"And I need to be with you…you don't understand, Fox. You are weak, and I have no idea how this changing thing is going to go down…I can't have you wandering around alone."
"Am I going to turn into a monster?" Fox's voice was bland, but Alex could hear the fear hidden beneath the monotone.
"I know what you're thinking of…like the aliens that incubate inside human hosts…Fox, believe me when I say this, that is *not* what is happening. You…you won't be human, not really…but you won't look much different…you just will *be* different." Alex really had no idea exactly how Fox would look. The human overlords in the future were lovely, but cruel…using humans as easily as did the different alien races that came to share in the raping of Earth and its inhabitants.
Fox didn't want to hear it suddenly, and he looked about for the bathroom. "I'm going to take that shower now…I don't want to listen to this any longer." He went into the bathroom, opened the clear glass shower door and reached in to start the water. A strong arm wrapped about his waist, and he felt the cold of a plastic arm rest on his hip.
"I know you're scared, Fox. I am, too."
Fox turned to face the man he'd thought of as an enemy for so long. "I know you are…I can feel it. I can see images, Alex…images of snow and struggle and fear…is that the future?"
Alex smiled, "The snow part is throwing me, but struggle and fear…oh yeah…that's the future…one possible future."
Mulder searched the vivid green eyes, "And you came here…to stop it? To stop the invasion?"
Alex nodded, "And for you…maybe even, *mostly* for you."
Taking a deep breath, Fox turned and entered the steaming shower. He yelped as the hot water threatened to scald him, and he quickly adjusted the temperature. He pulled Alex in with him, and the younger man smiled with happiness at the inclusion.
"Don't you need to take this off?" Mulder asked, tapping the clumsy looking prosthetic.
Alex smiled and nodded. He unclipped the harness and slid the expensive covering off, to reveal another prosthetic beneath it; one that seemed more like a real arm and which fitted seamlessly to the warm flesh of his arm. The flexible metal covering the mechanics of the mechanical arm was slightly darker than the rest of Alex's body, and though the attempts to make the shape of the arm identical to its flesh brother had been successful, there was something alien about it. The covering resembled flesh but was metal. The metal was cold, and the arm was incredibly strong.
Mulder touched the cold metal and frowned. "Okay, now I am really confused? You have a…never mind…overload time."
Alex set aside his clumsy bit of equipment and grinned again, "There are some benefits to the future…can't re-grow flesh, but technology sure kicks ass. Robotics are the only thing that we humans have to fight the aliens with." He held up the arm and moved the fingers quickly, faster than a human hand could move. "It's actually attached to me, nerve to electric receptor."
"Well, it is official the hand *is* quicker than the eye." Mulder drawled lazily.
Alex laughed and pulled Fox to him. He used his robotic hand to grasp one round cheek of Mulder's ass. "And I promise you, I can feel how fucking great you feel." He squeezed again and Fox smiled.
"So what's with that?" He looked at the discarded prosthetic.
Alex shrugged and moved a cold metallic finger to Fox's tight opening. "Can't let anyone see this…it's technology that doesn't exist yet. It may not look like a real arm, but if feels like one, and it moves like one…the Consortium isn't populated by idiots…they would want to know where I got it…and trust me when I say to you that they have *ways* of finding things out."
Mulder shook his head; it was overwhelming again. He had so many questions, but there was too many at once.
Alex sensed the changed atmosphere and withdrew his questing finger, picking up the soap. He soaped up a washcloth and began to wash Mulder's long lean body with gentle strokes. He quelled his lust when Mulder's sighs of pleasure threatened to overwhelm him, and he turned Mulder to wash the graceful back. His throat went dry as he slid the washcloth over the round globes, the crease between them a shadowed invitation. He sank to his knees and Mulder raised a brow. Alex put more soap on the cloth and as water sluiced down them both he washed the long thighs and calves, always returning to that ass. Finally, he parted those cheeks with one hand, his fake hand rubbing the cloth over sweet, pink flesh. At Mulder's moan of pleasure he dropped the cloth and stroked the hole with an eager, metal finger and then pushed in.
"Yeah," Mulder purred.
"You like this, baby?" Alex was barely able to husk out.
"Mmm hmm!"
"How about this?" Alex asked as he angled the strong finger to rub the prostate and was rewarded by a strangled sound of lust.
"Oh, God! God, that feels so good, Alex."
Alex bent deep and licked the tight balls and Mulder spread his legs further, leaning forward eagerly.
"Slut," Alex teased, before licking the tight pink rim that imprisoned his finger.
"Sticks and st-stones." Mulder managed to say before Alex slid another cold finger inside.
"I want to make you come this way…with just my fingers and my lips…you're gonna beg me to fuck you, baby, but I will make you wait for that. I'm gonna make you wait for hours for that."
Mulder whimpered then, and Alex began his assault in earnest.
For someone who had just been initiated into the joys of anal sex a short time earlier, Mulder knew just what he wanted, and he was about to beg for it already, and Alex was just beginning his play.
The water made rivers between Fox's legs and Alex lapped and nibbled at the soapy flesh of Fox's inner thighs. "This was my favorite fantasy. Doing this to you, making you beg…God, if you only knew how many cold nights I kept warm to this very image." He added another finger and used his thumb to trap the prostate between the rubbing fingers inside and out. Fox was beginning to buck. Alex saw that Fox was rubbing his own thumb over his swollen, slippery cockhead. "Stop, Fox. Put your hands on the wall and just feel it."
Mulder groaned and left his weeping cock to bounce hungrily with need. "Alex, please. I need to touch it." He placed his hands on the tiled wall and stared down at his throbbing cock, willing Alex to touch it.
Alex grinned and resumed his oral and manual play. He nipped at the taut balls and sucked one into his mouth. He sucked gently and pumped his fingers in slowly.
"I, Alex? Alex, can't I touch…?"
"Touch what?" Alex teased huskily, wanting to hear Fox say it.
"Myself," Fox stammered, embarrassed but so turned on. He cried out as Alex's hot tongue rimmed his ass. "Touch…myself."
"Where?" Alex nipped at the stretched flesh.
"My cock…I need to, it hurts…it…oh please let me touch my cock, Alex. I promise I won't come. I just want to touch it."
"No."
"Alex…"
"No."
Alex smiled again as Fox cursed him amidst groans and gasps of pleasure. This was so like his fantasies, but was so much better. Fox was so beautiful…so tight and hot and sweet. He would deny Fox for hours…make him beg and never give in. He slid a hand up underneath and between Fox's spread legs and stroked the rigid shaft. Fox sobbed in grateful pleasure. The frustrated cries began anew when Alex would not touch the aching head of Fox's cock. Fox tried to move his hips to force those strong, warm fingers to touch the sensitive head, but to no avail.
Fox cried out then as just Alex's thumb brushed the slippery head, rubbing and twirling with delicious abandon, but then it was gone and Alex was biting the muscular cheeks of Fox's ass.
"Please, fuck me, Alex…touch me…please. Touch me there again…touch my cock…Alex! Alex, I'll do whatever you want, just…ooooh. "
The pleading was so much hotter in reality Alex realized with a start. His own cock was begging to replace the three fingers deep inside Fox's hot ass. The smell of both their arousal made Alex bite harder on the taut flesh and he twisted the fingers deep and hard into Fox, who had been reduced to rocking his hips in a mindless dance, as his head tossed, sinful lips wide and gasping.
"Please, Alex. Please come inside me. I need you inside me."
Alex decided a change in plans was in order. He could enact the fantasy that had him teasing Fox for hours...at another time. There was plenty of time for that. If he didn't get inside Fox soon, he'd explode. He withdrew his fingers, and spun Fox around, swallowing that pretty, fat cock in one motion. Fox screamed in indescribable pleasure and Alex sucked the head in near painful rhythm, his tongue swirling around the leaking tip. Fox came quickly, with a scream, and Alex greedily swallowed every drop of the hot semen.
When Fox seemed about to sink to his knees, Alex rose and turned him once more. With just a little soap he slicked his cock up and slid into the velvet heat. "I'm gonna clean you inside and out, baby," he promised with husky devotion.
Fox trembled, almost too spent to move. The pleasure, a dull ache in his tender rectum as Alex began to pump in and out. He leaned back against the strong body of his new lover and let the feeling of being penetrated wash over him with seductive intensity.
Alex held Fox upright as he began to pound into him and soon Fox was panting with need again. This too was a favorite fantasy…fuck Fox senseless and until Fox could barely stand, and still fuck him some more.
"Alex, so good…so good."
"You feel so good, baby. You are so tight, so hot. I want you to come again…come with me."
Fox moaned.
Alex held Fox steady with his metal arm and pinched Fox's nipples hard, with the other. He slid his hand down and encircled the hard cock. He began to pump in counter-rhythm to his thrusts. He felt himself begin to lose it…begin to explode and he repeated Fox's name like a litany; a breathless dedication. Fox cried out and came seconds before Alex exploded inside him. They both sank to the shower floor and lay there panting and shaking. Fox turned his head and offered his mouth to Alex who took it with a groan and the two kissed with sated passion and near-reverent slowness.
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9:00 a.m.
Hoover Building
Washington D.C.Scully walked briskly thought the halls. The telephone call she'd received in the night still played through her mind. It had been Frohike. He had called to inform her that Mulder had been kidnapped from the hospital. He wouldn't tell her more over the phone, as her line wasn't secure enough. She had agreed to meet him at a local diner and though she had waited for ninety minutes, Frohike had not shown up.
She had made several calls and called in many favors and had discovered that witnesses at the hospital were describing a dark haired man fitting the description of Alex Krycek had taken Mulder from the hospital. The idea of the traitorous bastard having her partner at his mercy sickened her. She was certain the man would torture and probably kill Mulder. She would go to the one man who she knew could help…whether he wanted to or not!
"He's in a meeting…Agent Scully, you can't go in…"
Scully ignored Kim's command and swept into AD Skinner's office.
"Sir, I just found out about Muld…" She stopped abruptly when she saw just who was in the room with her superior. Her mouth gaped open and her blue eyes became two large pools in the center of her pale face.
Alex *rat-bastard* Krycek stood next to Skinner's desk, he looked up and met Scully's shocked eyes and smiled mockingly at her.
"Agent Scully, can I help you?" Skinner asked, a flush of embarrassment spread across his usually emotionless face.
"What's he doing here, sir?" she growled.
"Agent Krycek was just filling me in on the situation concerning Agent Mulder. I take it that is why you rudely barged into my office?" Skinner snapped, getting his emotions back firmly under control.
"He should know what happened to Mulder, he was the one that kidnapped him!" Scully snapped back. "He should be locked up … " It suddenly dawned on her just *how* Skinner had referred to Krycek. "Sir, what do you mean *Agent* Krycek?"
Skinner looked embarrassed again. "He is still an FBI agent. The charges that Mulder filed could never be substantiated."
Krycek looked smugly at her. "Yeah, who in their right mind would believe anything that *Spooky* Mulder said. The man is a nutcase, he should have been drummed out of the FBI years ago."
Scully angrily drew her gun and leveled it at him. If Skinner wasn't going to do anything to save Mulder then she would. "He's more sane than either of you!" She glanced sideways at Skinner, never taking her attention off Krycek. "Sir, I was in Africa yesterday . . . I discovered an alien spacecraft buried under the surf. Everything that Mulder has said is true and I can prove it! I will prove it!"
"Agent Scully … Dana, please put the gun down," Skinner said softly, a bead of sweat breaking out on his upper lip.
"Where in Africa?" Krycek growled, advancing on her.
Scully took two quick steps backwards. "Stop! I won't hesitate to blow your murderous head off!" she threatened.
Krycek stopped advancing and studied her with cold, calculating eyes. He realized that she would shoot him. Although it wouldn't harm him, it would kill her and Skinner, and he still needed both of these humans. Instead of taking another step the being morphed back into his preferred human shape.
Skinner gasped aloud. He had read the X-Files reports about the alien morph and always had a hard time believing them. Now he had witness the morphing alien for himself, and he was still having a hard time accepting what his eyes just saw. "What are you?"
"You're wasting time, A.D. Skinner, you already know what I am," the morph stated.
He had been dealing with this *alien* for the past few months, had it been the morph who infected him with the nanobots. "Was it always you? What happened to the real Alex Krycek?"
The being stared coldly at him. "Alex Krycek is an enemy of the new order. I was following him the day that he saved your life. He stopped you from dying from the nanobots in your bloodstream. Unfortunately for him, he's not the only one that is familiar with that technology, he thought by deactivating them your life would no longer be in jeopardy. He would have been right, no one in this time could have overridden his commands, but then I'm not from this time either," the morph stated matter-of-fact.
"You expect me to believe that Krycek saved my life? And what the *hell* do you mean by *no one in this time*? What is this a weird rip-off to the "Terminator!" Skinner said aghast, thinking that the morph sort of looked a little like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
"I could care less what you believe. Just remember your life is in my hands, human," the morph replied, turning back to face Scully. "Give me the coordinates of that ship."
"What have you done with Mulder?" Scully asked stubbornly.
"I don't have Agent Mulder. It appears that the real Alex Krycek got to him first. Now, you're wasting my time, Scully, give me the coordinates or I will kill your boss," he said, pointing the palm computer at Skinner.
"Don't tell him, Scully," Skinner growled then doubled over in pain as the morph flipped a switch on the palm.
"Stop! Turn it off, don't hurt him! Here," Scully held out a piece of paper with the directions to the alien spacecraft.
The morph took it from her and studied it then flipped off the palm. "It was nice doing business with you again, Scully," he said, then left the office through the side door.
Scully rushed over to help her boss to his feet. He was as white as a sheet and there was blood on his chin. He had bitten his lip to keep from crying out. "Sir, I'll go and get a wet paper towel and some painkillers, sit here and don't move," she ordered.
Skinner rested his head on the desk, he couldn't move even if she wanted him to. God, his body felt like it was on fire. He sat back when she returned and allowed her to clean the blood from his chin, he took the two tablets she shook out for him. "I'm sorry, Scully, I never wanted to let myself be used this way. He kept saying he'd do the same thing to Mulder if I didn't do what he said. I could never allow him to do this to Mulder."
"Sir, we have to find Mulder. If Krycek really does have him then he's in serious danger. Krycek is a hired killer and he hates Mulder," she said, tossing the paper towel in the trash.
"Scully, we need to find Krycek regardless. I need him to neutralize these nanobots," Skinner growled, feeling his strength returning. "Right now, I'd trust Krycek with Mulder's safety more than anyone else, you heard what the morph said. Krycek is an enemy of the new order -- whatever the hell that is! But it sounds like the side I'd want to be on!"
Scully frowned, she didn't like or trust Krycek. However, if he did have a way of curing Skinner and he was protecting Mulder then she would give him the benefit of the doubt. "Okay, we'll try to find them, together, but if Krycek has hurt Mulder I will kill him."
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Unknown Warehouse
BaltimoreDiana Fowley ran a well-manicured nail over the furry bare chest, leaving a faint trail of blood in its wake. "C'mon, Melvin, tell me what you were going to tell that pushy, little, redheaded bitch?"
Frohike's arms ached painfully; they were handcuffed over his head. The cuffs were looped round a low hanging steel pipe. He was standing on his tiptoes. "Bite me, Di," he spat, mustering as much bravado as he could under the circumstances.
"Melvin, Melvin, we used to be such good friends," she chided, picking up a thin, leather whip. "Well, maybe we just have to become even better acquainted."
"We were never friends, witch! The Gunmen only tolerated you for Mulder's sake," Frohike shouted, hoping loud enough so that Byers and Langly could pick up his voice on the mini microphone that was sewn into his vest that had been carelessly thrown into the corner of the room.
"Oh, little man, you're beginning to piss me off," she said, strolling slowly around to Frohike's back, all the while running the whip along his body. "Let's just see what a good friend you are to my Fox," she purred, raising the whip she brought it down across his back.
Frohike couldn't help the scream of pain that tore through of his body. He kept repeating that he wouldn't crack, he had to protect Mulder, over and over again throughout the painful beating, he didn't even know when he loss consciousness. His next conscious thoughts came an hour later as a bucket of ice cold water was poured over his head.
"I have to give you credit, Melvin, you are stronger than you look," Fowley mocked, pulling out a sharp knife. "Your back looks like raw hamburger, was it worth it to protect Fox? What is he to you?"
"Mulder's my friend. I'll never betray him," Frohike whimpered, his throat too painful from screaming. He shivered as a cold draft ran over his exposed flesh. It was then that Frohike realized he was naked and his prized jewels were hanging exposed to that witch's mocking eyes and her sharp blade.
"My, my, Melvin, I didn't know that you were so brave or so well endowed. Mm, very nice, if you want to keep it I suggest that you start talking. You can always fight another day, but you will never be a man again." Fowley lifted Frohike's penis with the flat end of her blade and the organ shrunk even further as if trying to crawl back up into the little man's body.
Frohike's eyes became huge saucers. "Oh God, okay, don't . . . I'll tell you where Krycek has Mulder," Frohike said trembling, the severe pain in his back all but forgotten. //Mulder, I'm sorry, please forgive me,// he said silently to himself.
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Remote cabin
Northern AlaskaMulder closed his eyes as a wave of dizziness overtook him. Damn, he was feeling so fucking weird. He stood slowly and went into the bathroom to look at his reflection in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes stared back at him from a pale face. He heard the cabin door slam and left the bathroom to watch as Krycek carried more logs over to the stone fireplace.
Krycek dropped the wood into a box, then shrugged out of his coat. Mulder mused at how beautiful the young man looked, and he felt a slow ache of desire slide through the lower portion of his body. He had never felt so drawn to anyone before. Not any of the women that had been his lovers had ever affected him this way.
It made him angry! This man killed his father and here he was swooning over him like some lovesick teenager. So what if he dad had been a heartless bastard he was still his dad. He should be looking for a way to escape and return to Scully, his partner would know how to help him. At that moment Krycek turned around, meeting his eyes, and Mulder felt himself melting into their dark, warm depths. God, Alex was so beautiful. His mind picked up only gentleness and love from the younger man. No hidden agenda or future betrayals. He never had anyone besides Scully who loved him despite all of his faults. Mulder turned his head away with an effort and walked over to stare out the back window of the cabin, which overlooked the cliff facing out over the Chukchi Sea. A soft light glittered off the water and a white mist settled over its surface.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Krycek's voice startled him.
"Yes, it is," Mulder replied.
"If you look about ten miles south you can see the Bering Strait. We used to cross over to Russia from there to meet up with the Russian resistance fighters," he replied softly.
Mulder sighed, "This is going to take me awhile to accept, Alex." He felt a sudden wave of nausea seizing his body and he rushed off to the bathroom, emptying the contents of his stomach into the porcelain bowl. He slumped against it resting his head on the cool porcelain, only the gentle hand on his back and the cool dampness of cloth over his forehead aroused him back to his surroundings. "Sorry. I hate feeling so weak," he apologized.
"It's not your fault, Fox. You're going to feel even worse, let me help ease you through it."
"I'm so tired. All that I want to do is sleep," Mulder replied, allowing Krycek to help him to his feet and guide him over to the down covered bed.
"Then sleep, lover, I'll be here to watch over you," he replied softly, tucking the blankets around Mulder's body, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Mulder's brow.
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Krycek woke up early the next morning with the sense that something was wrong. He got up cautiously from the bed and looked over at Mulder. The agent was still sleeping deeply and did not stir as Krycek left the bed.
He made his way into the center of the room. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, movement so fast it was a blur, and he found himself flung against the far wall. He cried out in pain as his back slammed against the wood, someone grabbing him by the throat, and he pulled his gun only to have it torn from his grasp.
"You pathetic creature!" The morph sneered at him, "I should kill you now. However, you're still of use to us, so you can count your blessings."
Krycek choked desperately. The morph tightened his grasp, and Krycek almost passed out from lack of air.
"You have formed an attachment so quickly, Alex Krycek. Your Fox thinks very highly of you," the morph said with a malignant smile, "So much so that he will do what he can to avoid your untimely demise!"
The morph chuckled. "You couldn't have helped us more, Alex, if you'd planned it!"
"You leave Fox alone! Leave him alone, you bastard!" Krycek wheezed.
"Pretty one, I have no intention of hurting Fox Mulder. Too much has gone into the human. However, if he doesn't cooperate with us, he'll be killed, as will you. His change has been triggered too early, we are not ready for him, but he will be trained for his new role in spite of it."
"New role! As one of your sadistic underlings? You son-of-a-bitch, you're not going to get that from Fox!" Krycek exclaimed, spitting out the words.
The morph gave him a little shake. This human was always unruly, Krycek would probably never learn the proper subservience. If he continued to be a problem, he would still have to be disposed of, whatever reassurances the morph made to Mulder. "His human compassion is a liability that will dissipate with the proper training, Alex Krycek. Perhaps we will use you in that training. You need to learn the proper respect for your masters, after all."
Krycek spat in the morph's face. Furious, the morph backhanded him powerfully, and Krycek slumped to the floor, blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth. The morph kicked him none too gently, and ascertaining that Krycek was out cold, he turned to Mulder.
He walked over to the bed. Gazing down at Mulder sound asleep, the morph felt an odd emotion, one that might be described in a human as pride. Mulder was the product of years of hard work and hopes and dreams for his people. He was the most powerful of the alien hybrids, the proof positive that they could accomplish such a genetic miracle. The fate of the human would be beyond his comprehension; soon, he would be revered as a god.
The morph sat down and waited for Mulder to wake up out of his cocoon-like sleep. The human experienced much growth while he slept, and the morph would be damned if he interfered with those changes.
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Baltimore Airport
"The only available flight to Alaska goes to Juneau, sir," Diana Fowley frowned into her cell phone, "I need to be able to get to where Mulder is."
"Our friend is already at the cabin," cigarette-smoking man countered, "You will be meeting two of our operatives once you get off the plane. They will take care of transport to your destination."
"I see the situation is under control."
"Relatively. If either of them attempt to escape, they will be killed. It is our hope that we can use Alex Krycek to control Mulder, otherwise the entire project is for naught."
"Will you be attending this meeting?"
"I want to see and speak to Mulder at a later date. It is time for him to get the information that he's craved for years. We owe him that much, but he must agree to our terms. Otherwise he gets nothing, and his life is nothing," cigarette-smoking man said.
Diana Fowley allowed herself a small smile. She doubted that even Fox Mulder would go against them once he realized that he had no choice. Once he learned what was at stake, not just his and Krycek's fate but the fate of millions, he would have to agree.
Suddenly an announcement was made about her flight over the loudspeaker. "I have to go, sir, my flight is boarding."
"Goodbye, then. We will speak again when you have made contact with our friend."
Fowley clicked off her cell phone and walked off towards her gate.
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Mulder stirred and groaned. He was waking up from a long night's sleep, but he was still exhausted. Suddenly he felt the press of a strange presence on his mind, and his eyes flew open.
A chill ran through his body as he gazed up at the morph.
"So we meet again, my friend," the morph smiled coldly. "It was wrong of you to leave the hospital when you did. People who care about you are very dismayed."
Mulder sat up quickly. Speechless he looked desperately around the room and saw Krycek unconscious on the floor. "Wha-what did you do to him?"
"He is still alive. He will remain alive if you do not give us any more cause for alarm," the morph said, examining him with a hawk-like gaze.
"I don't know what you want from me!" Mulder exclaimed.
"You will know soon enough. Just stay where you are, Fox Mulder. Do not attempt to leave my sight or I will kill you and your companion. Am I understood?" the morph responded.
Mulder nodded miserably. His head was still pounding from his ordeal but he could still hear voices. He paused and heard "essential to the project, an alien hybrid with exceptional talent…" but then all was silent.
He looked up at the morph. "Was it all true, then?" he choked on the words, "What Alex said?"
The morph gazed at him expressionlessly. "Of course it's true, Fox Mulder. It must be ironic for you, I'm sure! The first time Alex Krycek tells you a truth, and you don't believe him! Probably everything that he told you in this cabin was the truth, including the fact that he cares for you, and you still don't believe him even when you can read his thoughts! Well, you shall pay the price for that disbelief, my friend." the morph chuckled, "there is no escaping your fate now."
"What fate is that?"
"You are my people's hope for the colonization of this planet. Your role in the new order is a grandiose one, Fox Mulder. We shall explain it all to you in good time. In the meantime, you are to obey me, or you and your friend shall suffer the consequences. Am I understood?" the morph frowned.
Mulder nodded miserably. He felt weak and his head ached. He had no idea what was happening to him, but whatever it was, he had a feeling it was going to get a whole lot worse before it got better.
He looked over at Krycek's prone body, worried that the triple agent hadn't moved at all since he woke up. Before Mulder could even get the words out, the morph spoke. "Yes, you may check on him. Just don't try anything foolish, Fox Mulder. I shall only warn you once!"
Fox knelt over Alex and gently traced the angular line of his jaw. The pretty face was slack and the pink lips were parted slightly. He turned to glare at the big man, "I'd like to get him off the floor, and onto the bed."
The bounty hunter smiled, cruelly. "I bet you would. Your type always want to end up in bed."
Mulder raised a groomed brow, "I said get *him* in bed, not me."
The bounty hunter yanked Mulder up again and pushed him back toward the bed. "I'd like *you* in the bed instead." He pushed Mulder harder and he fell back on the bed with a glare. "I've never had one of your kind before. I hear you are hot little bitches though."
Mulder gasped and quickly rolled off the bed, coming to his feet on the other side. The movement caused a wave of dizziness to overcome him and he had to lean against the wall behind him to steady himself. He closed his eyes as waves of pain mixed with a sense of fear. Unnamed fear. He felt like he was drowning. Voices, garbled and shrill, echoed in his thoughts and he wanted to scream. Strong arms gripped his biceps and he opened his eyes, preparing to fight. He saw the beautiful concerned jade eyes above him. He shook his head as he looked into Alex's pretty face. "Alex? What? Wait I don't…"
Alex kissed him, hotly, possessively. "You had a spell…you were dreaming…something about aliens…shh…let me comfort you. I want to so badly."
Mulder could feel the truth of that entreaty as Alex pushed his large erection against Fox's belly.
"What about the…?"
"A dream, pretty…just a dream."
Fox stared into Alex's jade eyes and let himself be laid down on the bed with Alex's heavy body atop him. The pain was receding but the fear was not. Alex was kissing his face, his neck, ripping away his buttoned top to kiss and bite Fox's chest. Fox spread his legs at his lover's insistence and he groaned as one of his nipples was bitten, hard.
"Alex, take it easy…I'm not going…ow!" Alex bit him again, harder, before ginning up at Mulder.
He licked the pink, erect flesh, "You are so sweet…I can taste that you aren't human anymore…you taste sooo good. The way flesh was meant to taste."
Mulder caught Alex's face in hands, "Slow down, Alex. C'mon, let's do this slow."
Alex just grinned and with a lethally quick movement he had both of Fox's hands trapped in one strong hand. He raised Fox's arms above his head, and pressed them down to the sheets. His free hand ran up and down Fox's torso, flicking aside the torn material of his pajama top. "You are a pretty little bitch aren't you?" The pretty, dangerous smile widened. "You can't get free can you? Can you, pretty little bitch?"
Fox frowned and shook his head trying to clear it, his feeling of fear pounding through him. "Alex?" He hated the hurt note in his voice, the way Alex was talking shocked him…unsettled him. He wanted to be with Alex, he wanted that feeling again…that utterly fantastic feeling, but something wasn't right…maybe it was residual fear from his vivid hallucination of the bounty hunter, and of Alex being hurt. "Alex, just relax…take it easy. I want you too, but not like this."
Alex gave a sensual smile, and he was so sexy it made Fox want to give him whatever he wanted.
"You want it rough, Fox…I know your kind…you like it. The rougher the better." As if to emphasize his point he ground his hips into Fox's and their eyes met like combatants rather than lovers. Alex traced a heavy hand over the sensitive skin of Fox's belly and pushed under the soft fabric of the pajamas to roughly fondle Fox's cock and balls. Fox spread his legs even further, trying to ease the discomfort the greedy, lustful hand was causing. Alex bent to capture that lush mouth and Fox turned his head to the side, suddenly not wanting this. The hand that had been pinching and petting Fox's body and grabbed Fox's jaw in order to capture the sex-swollen lips.
Fox glared at Alex for being too rough, for his attitude, and for making Fox feel like a casual lay. He struggled to free his hands, as his mouth was forced open. He bit down on Alex's tongue, not hard, not wanting to hurt him, just in warning. Alex pulled back and his eyes were dark with lust, "Don't waste our time, little man. Open wide and let me in…wherever I choose to plunder."
Fox felt something shift inside himself, something long slumbering. He felt it uncoiling, saw Alex's eyes widen in recognition of whatever glowed within Fox's eyes. Just as Fox began to feel as if something was going to happen he saw Alex standing to the side of the bed. He had time to gasp in utter shock before the standing Alex brought down his gun on the back of Alex's head. Fox lay gaping at the two Alexes as the one rolled the other off him and pulled him up, his eyes blazing with a fury that Fox had never seen in any person's eyes before. Fox gaped still, as the conscious Alex inspected him, jaw grinding furiously at the sore bite marks liberally marring Fox's body. Fox found himself shoved away from the bed as the gun was pointed at the unconscious Alex.
"No!" Fox screamed as the gun was pointed on his lover…or one of them at any rate.
Alex ignored him and pumped the supine body full of bullets. Fox grabbed the shooter but was stopped cold by the green blood oozing out of Alex's body. "Oh…Oh…he's…and I…"
Alex grabbed Fox by the arm and propelled the stuttering man toward the closet. "Grab some shoes and some clothes. There are jackets in the hall closet…get the heavy ones. We are going to have to leave…*right* now."
Fox nodded, still dazed. He stared at the still body. It still looked so much like his beautiful Alex. Staring at the green blood, a lone thought pushed its way pass his muddled brain. "God, Alex, what about the retro-virus? Why hasn't it killed us?"
"I'll tell you later," Alex said anxiously.
Fox lingered next to the bed, trying to pull his thoughts together.
"Fox!" Alex barked and Fox jumped guiltily. "Baby, that isn't going to stop him for long. We have to move now!"
Fox nodded again and hurried to obey. Alex hurried out of the room, leaving Fox to change. He changed shirts quickly. He slid into jeans and was pulling on some boots when the body on the bed began to twitch and moan. He gaped again, frozen, his curiosity engaged utterly.
Alex gathered the backpacks he had packed in anticipation of just such an occurrence and made sure they were secure and that there were plenty of blankets to keep Fox warm at night. He went to look for Fox and groaned in frustration, finding Fox sitting boots unlaced, watching with avid fascination as the Bounty Hunter stirred on the bed. Once again he had to grab Fox, who yelped in surprise as he was hauled toward the door, a guilty flush on his beautiful face. They slid into the warm jackets Alex pulled out of the hall closet and raced outside. Though the temperature was a mild 55 degrees Fahrenheit, Alex knew the temperature would drop in the night…if they made it long enough to worry about it, that was. The Bounty Hunters were vicious and strong. They could only be killed by a special tool, ice pick looking, placed just so on the back of the neck. Their only chance was to elude him or to keep bringing him down long enough to escape. But with Fox's change hitting him, and Alex's own dizziness from the head wound, they would be hard pressed to survive. He clenched his jaw and vowed to die protecting Fox, never once suspecting that it would be Fox who would, in the end, have to protect him.
Alex carried both large backpacks as they fled into the dense woods, until Fox grabbed one, with a derisive look. They moved quickly together and Mulder was eerily reminded of their flight from the horsemen in Russia…that had ended badly. He quailed for a moment and then looked at the beautiful creature who had rescued him from the hospital; who had made him face his feelings; and who made him feel more alive than any one thing had in his entire life. He vowed, silently, that he would not let anyone ever harm Alex again.
They ran for twenty minutes before Fox stopped suddenly at the side of a small, but steady stream. Alex mistakenly thought Fox was too tired to continue, forgetting for a moment that Fox was an avid runner. He went to Fox and placed gentle hands on his lover's face. "Okay, baby, I know you're tired, but we have to keep moving….give me the backpack. I'll take it, just keep moving."
"No."
Alex frowned and Fox saw the determination that growing up in the aftermath of colonization had marked indelibly into Alex's personality.
"Yes."
"No, that is what he expects us to do...to run away from him."
"Because that is what we *are* going to do, if I have to carry you myself."
Fox smiled. "He's up and coming after us right now. But we have time. We need to go into the water and cover our tracks…going back toward him."
Alex groaned and moved to grab Mulder up in his arms.
"Alex listen to me…there is a small cave…near here. If we go there he won't find us, not for a day or so." He grabbed Alex then in a strong grip. "Alex I can't run for long…I will slow you down and I won't endanger you…"
"Just stop, Fox, I will never leave you…"
"Then follow me. Trust me. I know what I am talking about. He's coming, Alex." He looked into Alex's slanted eyes. "He wants me, Alex." Fox watched Alex's face contort in rage, he knew it would, just as he knew his next words would bring Alex to his side. "I need to sleep again…you can't save me, Alex. If we run, he'll catch us and he'll kill you…I…he won't kill me, but I'll wish he had."
Alex finally realized that Fox was speaking with authority on things yet to come. "You can see the future?"
Fox could only see blurred possibilities, but he felt a definite *rightness* about his plan. "Yes"
Alex nodded then and without another word they moved to the little river and hurried up the middle of the bed. Ten minutes later, Fox veered out of the water and up a slippery slope. Alex had to help him up as Fox was quickly losing his strength.
"Where is the cave?" Alex whispered, unsure as to where the big Bounty Hunter was.
Fox was able to lead Alex to what looked to be a large rocky hill. There was no cave entrance and Alex felt his heart constrict…Fox had miscalculated.
"Behind the shrub…have to sit down." Fox swayed and Alex had to catch him as he passed out. Alex gently lowered Fox down to the ground. He checked his weapons and stood for a moment planning the best way to defend his lover. He could actually hear the crashing sound of the hunter on the other side of the little river, they were so close. He stroked the pretty face. The hunter would not be able to resist taking him Alex knew and he cursed quietly. After all his plans…for it to come to this. He decided to drag Fox behind the silly little bush that Fox imagined to be the guardian of some secret cavern. He stripped the pack off Mulder and dragged him quickly to the little bush. He gasped as he saw the dark, surprisingly large opening behind the deceptively small bush. It was a natural optical illusion. What seemed to be a bush of knee height, was, as one got closer, actually well over six feet in height. He wasted no time in shock and dragged Mulder into the dark opening. With speed born of desperation, he hurriedly brought the packs inside and there he huddled with Mulder until the crashing sounds of pursuit faded. He bent to kiss the bruised lips of his hard won possession and left to cover the tracks made from their ungraceful exodus from the river. Once he was convinced the hunter could not immediately spot their path, should he backtrack, Alex went back toward the cave. He stood five feet from the entrance and swore that the bush was a little nothing plant, but he slowly moved toward it and the illusion was slowly shattered until the bush stood taller than he did. He slid down next to Mulder and checked his weapons again. He intended to stay awake as long as needed to protect his lover, but he found himself in dreams all too soon.
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The hunt was on and he thrilled to it. The taste of the chosen one still lingered in his mouth, the feel of his flesh under his teeth so sweet and succulent. It wasn't his mission, to take the pretty, but he had been denied, and so, like was common for his kind, he became obsessed with that which had been denied him. He felt his body begin to hum with the pleasure of physical exertion. He could run for days. His muscles ached for exertion and he grinned imaging killing the little green-eyed troublemaker…and then…oh yes and then.
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cont'd in part II