Future Jump III
From their van parked outside the apartment building, the two Consortium operatives looked at each other in astonishment. CSM would be furious to hear that the Morph had already left the planet with their best bargaining tool.
Byers and Langley had been so concerned about Mulder and Frohike's return from the hospital that they had failed to do their customary sweep for bugs. It was a faux pas that had been committed only once before in the Lone Gunmen's years together.
Frohike's lingering injuries did nothing to assuage the sudden attack of guilt he felt. "I shouldn't have told that bitch anything!" he muttered mournfully.
Byers' eyebrows arched up in surprise. "Melvin, she held a knife to your genitals, for Chrissakes! How can you blame yourself? It doesn't sound like it made any difference, one way or another, since Mulder is probably now off this planet, for reasons other than what Fowley had planned."
Frohike's shoulders slumped forward in defeat. "Face it, Byers, I'm a shmuck. I wish I'd been able to work some of that ol' kung fu and gotten to Mulder before those slimebuckets did!"
Byers looked pleading at Langley, who shrugged. He knew his friend well enough to know that if Frohike was deadset on self-flagellation, there wasn't much they could do about it.
Suddenly Frohike looked up. "Wait a minute. What did you say happened to Krycek?"
"I said, there was no record of him returning from Africa."
Frohike frowned. "He was the one who took Mulder from the hospital to begin with. I thought I trusted him more than anyone else, he seemed to have Mulder's best interests at heart, but everything about that guy is suspicious! Mulder used to say, whenever he thought he had Krycek figured out, the bastard would turn the tables on him once again. I think we need to start running some deep, deep background checks on our double-triple-quadruple agent friend. We need to figure out where his interests lie once and for all! I also need to find the lovely agent Scully and figure out what our next move is. We can't just sit here while Mulder goes hurtling through space!!!"
"Just calm down, Melvin," Byers pleaded worriedly. "Don't get yourself all worked up! You were just in the hospital, for God's sake! Ringo and I will take care of this."
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Frohike muttered sarcastically, leaning back on the couch and closing his eyes, "Just get me some answers on that Krycek and pronto."
Byers looked questioningly at Langley as Frohike started snoring. "Do you think there's anything to what he says?"
Langley looked over at his sleeping friend. "I can tell you that Frohike's paranoias are very finely-honed, Byers. He's never enjoyed wasting his time on deadends. If he has any suspicions about Krycek, we'd better go check them out!"
***
As Mulder slowly and painfully made his way through the winding corridors of the spacecraft, he shuddered at his mistreatment at the hands of the Morph. "Bitch," the Morph had called him, and "pretty," as he cruelly drove his oversized cock into Mulder's body. If he wasn't so worried about Alex, Mulder would have lost it right there.
No one had ever treated Mulder so brutally before. With Alex he had felt desirable and loved but the Morph had perverted such displays of passion into the worst kind of brutal lust. The alien was emblematic of all the basest traits in human nature: the callous brutality and disregard for human life, the sadism and drive to conquer. Whoever had first voiced the hesitant optimism that "there must be something better out there" with regards to alien existence would have their fragile hopes crushed beyond all imagining upon one encounter with the Morph.
He hesitantly walked through the corridor, sensing Alex was still sleeping. He wanted to find his love and collapse in his arms, cry out his rage and his grief, but he was terrified of the Morph discovering Alex's presence upon the spacecraft. The alien would kill his lover for sure.
Mournfully Mulder reflected that it may have been of no use bringing Alex to the spaceship, that he should have tried to find his battles alone. Endangering the love of his life was the last thing he wanted.
Suddenly he stumbled upon the stairs that had led down to the chimes. He desperately wanted to find Alex yet something drew him on, towards the melodious sounds that had called to him before. He sensed many minds before him, pressing upon him, urging him forward. As soon as he ventured down the steps, the tones started up again, increasing in volume as Mulder approached the door from which the Morph had snatched him away. It was almost as if the tones were trying to guide him along.
When he stood outside the door, he ran his hand over the buttons that comprised the lock. Through the chimes, he was able to figure out which buttons to press to release the door lock. Within seconds he stood inside, and what he saw shocked him.
Ancient creatures stood before him. Their gray, leathery skin and long claws were frightening, but their sympathetic blue eyes held no menace. As one reached out to grasp his hand, he recoiled but the hand pursued.
"Do not be afraid, beautiful one," the creature communicated with him telepathically, as it stroked his arm soothingly. "We will not harm you."
"Who are you?" Mulder spoke aloud.
"We are explorers. We came to your planet many, many years ago. We sought to learn about the universe, to research its many life forms, to broaden our knowledge of existence beyond the narrow confines of our planet."
"To conquer other planets, you mean!" Mulder spat angrily.
"That is untrue. It was never our intention to harm. We are scholars, it is our philosophy that when we learn about the many creatures of our universe, we learn much about ourselves."
"How have you stayed alive all these years, then?"
"We were in a suspension chamber. The force of our spacecraft's takeoff broke the suspension chamber, awakening us from our deep sleep. While several millenia have passed, we have not aged one day."
The alien creature sighed aloud. "It was not the intention of our government for us to continue our stay for so many millennia in your time! As what often happens with such hazardous missions, things go wrong, and if we had not been in our chambers when this spacecraft crashed, we would have been killed."
Mulder looked at the aliens. They all had the appearance of the Greys. However, instead of a cold, beady stare, their gaze was infused with kindness and concern.
"You're headed back to your planet, you know. The shapeshifter has taken control of the spacecraft, and we are headed there."
"We know. We also know what you are." The alien looked at him sadly.
Mulder bristled. "Well, you know then that it was through no choice of mine! If you can help me and my friend out of this mess, you'll have my undying gratitude!"
The aliens gazed meaningfully at each other. A second alien spoke. "This is terrible, Ilias, what has become of our culture? We have evolved into barbarians, conquer and colonize, that's all I can read from our descendant's mind!"
"Brutality! The crushing and killing off of other planets in lieu of the respectful study of their cultures! Terrible!" responded the creature called Ilias.
Ilias turned to Mulder. "Our technology was even far greater in my time, my young friend. We were able to perform many times the feats our Morphing friend can perform today with our planet's technology."
"There must have been a period of devastation, Ilias, in which our planet receded into this dark madness. Our planet lost its gifts and its way. Perhaps that is why our descendants are so eager to conquer Earth, use its resources and technology and enslave the planet's peoples, forcing these lovely hybrids to become overseers…" mused the second alien.
Mulder lost his patience. "Gentlemen, while you're trying to sort out what happened over the period of several thousand years, we are getting closer and closer to your planet! You have to help us! Your countrymen want to use me to defeat my own planet, I will not become some pawn in their plans to conquer Earth, you've got to do something!"
There was a silence. The alien called Ilias mused for a moment. "We can help you, Fox Mulder, but you are going to have to undergo many trials. We can protect the one you love, my friend, we will keep the shapeshifter from detecting his presence aboard the ship, but you will have to learn to protect yourself. We cannot risk getting that close to the shapeshifter, we can shield your friend at a distance but not you."
Mulder nearly choked. "You mean I'm on my own?"
Ilias looked at him sadly. "There was a saying on our planet when we were there, my friend…it was 'Through the greatest of pain comes the greatest of knowledge.' It is no consolation to you, lovely one, but we have just awakened and our powers are not strong yet. You have a better chance of learning how to protect yourself from the shapeshifter than we have in protecting you."
Tears sprang into Mulder's eyes. "The saying on our planet was 'trial by fire'! Do you think I can learn to protect myself from him, can I really?"
Ilias spoke. "I promise you that we will try to help you shape and strengthen your powers when we can. The shapeshifter must sleep sometime—"
The second alien spoke up. "Oh really, Ilias, this is the worst kind of brutality! Must we stay here and do nothing?"
Ilias sighed. "He will kill us all, Hreenah, if he even suspects that we're planning to rise against them. This modern culture has no respect for us, their forbears, and all our good work, if they even know of its existence. I want to help this young hybrid as much as you, and if we are lucky we will get time to help him foster his powers, but we must wait to make ourselves useful!"
Suddenly the aliens looked at each other, guarded and concerned. Mulder looked questioningly at them when he realized that the Morph had awakened and was searching for him. He gulped in dread and stared wide-eyed at the aliens.
Ilias spoke. "I am very sorry to have to cast you out to your trial by fire so soon, Fox Mulder, but we must regenerate ourselves! Then we can help you and sort out how to defeat these tyrants! You must seal us away in your mind, he must not know of your encounter with us, is that understood? We will protect your Alex, and we will meet again soon."
Mulder nodded wordlessly. At least they promised to protect Alex. It had taken a great deal of energy for Mulder to keep Alex's presence aboard the ship away from the Morph's mind, and it was a constant drain on his strength.
Silently he opened the door. He walked stiffly out of the small room with frozen limbs, dreading his fate. He didn't think he would be able to survive another encounter with his alien demon familiar so soon.
***
"Aha!" Langley uttered a triumphant cry as he brought up a screen on his computer. He then held up an old government document and examined it in the light.
Byers got up and walked over to where Langley was sitting to peer over his shoulder. "What is it?"
"This birth certificate is a forgery."
"Are you sure?"
"Most definitely. It says here that Alexei Krycek was born in a Moscow hospital June 10, 1964. However, the People's Hospital of Moscow has no record of his birth. I've analyzed the paper and ink, and they are much newer than 35 years ago!"
Byers was stunned. "Really? It looked pretty official to me!"
"Not only that, it's a paper content that bears no comparison to any paper made in this century. It is some sort of fibrous content, but it's completely unrecognizable as any known lumber or recycled paper. God knows where it came from. It has been treated to look 35 years old but it isn't."
Byers picked up and examined the document. Everything seemed in order to the naked eye, all down to the official USSR seal at the bottom of the birth certificate.
It was extremely puzzling. "Perhaps he created this as some sort of alias?"
"Perhaps. It would be the most logical solution. However, it wouldn't explain how odd a document it is. The ink too seems to be strange. Watch this."
Langley switched off the light and the document's lettering started to glow a pale green color. The letters seemed to spring out at them from the page.
Byers jumped. "Jesus!"
"My sentiments exactly. This is one weird birth certificate!"
Frohike stirred on the couch and opened his eyes. "What's up, guys?"
Byers turned to him. "Ringo found out that Krycek's birth certificate is forged."
Frohike sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What a surprise," he muttered sarcastically.
He then focused on the two of them and started when he saw the glowing ink on the document. "Huh! What the hell is that?"
"That's what we're trying to figure out."
"It's like it's written in green glow-in-the-dark ink!"
"Yeah, but look at the letters, Melvin. They seem like they're suspended in space."
Frohike frowned, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. This was a truly unexpected turn of events. As he reached for the document to examine it more thoroughly, the phone rang. He reached over and picked it up.
"Frohike here," he said.
"Frohike, it's Scully. We just arrived in San Francisco. I have to get to Sacramento, some vital information regarding Krycek is there."
Outside in their van, the two Consortium operatives looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Things were getting interesting.
"Scully, am I glad to hear from you! You'll never guessed what just happened, we found Krycek's birth certificate is a forgery, and not only that—"
"I'm well aware of all that, Frohike," Scully said. "Krycek is not the Krycek we thought we knew. I know that sounds odd, but I don't have time to explain. I need you to meet me at the Greyhound bus terminal in Sacramento. There's information there that I'm going to need you to help me analyze. This is big, Frohike. If we want to stand any chance of getting Mulder back, you have to help us."
There was a tense silence. "I'll get the next flight out."
"Melvin!" Byers exclaimed, "You just got out of the hosp—"
Frohike gestured at him impatiently. "I'll meet you there at 10 o'clock tonight."
He hung up the phone and faced Byer's annoyed expression. "What now, Mom?"
"You can't go to California! Are you out of your mind?"
"Look, Mulder needs me. What are a few scratches compared to that?"
Before Byers could groan in disgust, Langley intervened. "Hey, we'll all go. He's right, Byers, Mulder needs us. How can we let our bud down?"
Byers sighed. "I suppose you're right, Ringo, if there's even a remote possibility that we can still help him, we have to do it. C'mon Melvin, if you're going to be sitting on a six hour flight, we'll need to get some extra dressing on those wounds. I don't think they'll allow you to be standing during takeoff!"
As the Byers and Langley scurried through the apartment getting ready for their trip, the two Consortium operatives gazed meaningfully at each other from their perch outside the apartment. With a glance up at the apartment window, the driver reached into his jacket for his cell phone and started dialing his employer's number.
****
Mulder ran out into the corridor and up the narrow staircase. He nearly slipped on their gleaming surface and then cried out in shock when he saw the Morph standing at the top of them.
"Where have you been, my sweet?" the Morph asked him with soft-spoken menace.
Mulder swallowed hard. He was able to shield his recent encounter with the ancient aliens but still couldn't prevent the Morph's invasion of his mind.
"You-you were sleeping. I-I-I decided to explore the ship." Mulder stammered. The memory of the Morph's huge cock thrusting forcefully into his body was still fresh.
"And what were you looking for?"
"I heard those chimes, I wondered—" Frantically Mulder fabricated a simulation in his mind of trying and being unable to get past the locked door. He felt the Morph probe his mind and then watched as his enemy's features relaxed.
"You are a curious one," the Morph said almost affectionately, reaching out to tousle his hair, "You will definitely need a strong hand in your training to keep you out of mischief."
"To hell with that kind of training!"
"Still stubborn, I see. No matter, I want you again, and there's not much you can do about it," the Morph responded expressionlessly as he seized Mulder by his upper arm. Mulder cried in alarm and struggled futilely as the Morph bent down and effortlessly pulled him forward over his shoulder.
The Morph calmly walked down the corridor in long, slow strides. He would make this session last as long as possible. The more times he took Mulder, the greater his chance was of wearing down the hybrid's resolve. Soon Mulder would become so addicted to the Morph's pheromones, he would have to be taken a minimum of eight times a day to be fully satiated.
Pausing outside a room, the Morph punched a code into the door lock. It slid open, and he stepped inside.
Hanging down over the Morph's back, Mulder looked around. The room was completely white. Almost like a padded cell, he mused unhappily. The type of room that would drive you insane, if you weren't insane already.
The Morph dumped Mulder unceremoniously onto the cushioned floor. "Take off your clothes," he ordered.
"No!"
"That was your last chance! You will spend the rest of this voyage naked! I do not make my threats lightly!" the Morph bellowed.
Mulder turned onto his stomach and rose to escape, but the Morph tackled him from behind. He quickly pulled off Mulder's jeans and tore them in two as Mulder cried out in rage. Sprawled on his back, he lifted his legs back to kick out at the Hunter's chest, when the Morph grabbed his ankles and spread him wide.
"Are you offering yourself to me?" the Hunter sneered. "How generous. Far be it for me to turn down such a delectable morsel!"
Mulder struggled futilely and tried desperately kick his way free to no avail. The Bounty Hunter's grip was like iron. The Morph merely laughed at his efforts.
"So lively! If you knew how utterly delicious you look twisting around like that, Fox Mulder, you'd keep yourself as stiff as a board!"
"Don't touch me again! I'll kill you, I swear!" Mulder panted. He was beyond desperation. He wondered how much more he could take of this treatment before he lost his mind.
The Morph chuckled and without warning ducked his head down to envelope Mulder's cock in his hot mouth. Mulder cried out as the Morph started to suck him. The strength of the Morph's jaws was driven home as his cock was milked quickly and furiously. It was as if he were being attacked by a high-speed suction pump.
He willed himself to resist but all too soon his cock was as hard as metal. When he tried desperately to push the Morph's head off of him, the Morph reached up to grab his wrists and hold them down by his sides. His chuckles were muffled as he continued to suck Mulder with the highest concentration.
Don't come, don't come, Mulder pleaded to himself, but it was no use. He exploded into the Morph's mouth with a cry of rage and tears of despair as the Morph milked him dry, swallowing his seed greedily.
When the Morph finally released him, he was sobbing. He had betrayed Alex and everything he had fought for. The Morph surveyed him with an evil, triumphant smile.
"The harder you fight, the more I want you," he smirked. "Soon you will face facts, my Fox, you are meant to be mine and mine alone."
"No, it's not true," Mulder moaned, "I'll die first."
"You'll do no such thing. I will keep you collared and in this room if I discover that you have even one fleeting thought of endangering yourself. You can't hide such intentions from me," the Morph warned angrily.
Mulder said nothing, almost beside himself with despair. The Hunter leaned over and licked the tears from his face. He then grabbed Mulder's buttocks and squeezed them hard, causing his victim to gasp in shock and renew his struggles to get away.
Swinging Mulder's legs high over his shoulders, the Morph spread him wide. He drove his cock slowly but surely into Mulder, pumping it back and forth, uncaring of Mulder's obvious distress as he sheathed the enormous organ in his victim's already inflamed anus.
"Stop, stop!" Mulder begged, knowing it was useless.
"Just a little bit more, my sweet," the Morph lied. However, he didn't mind proceeding slowly, it was more to savor and prolong the feel of his delicious Fox's tight anus as he penetrated him rather than any real concern for the hybrid's discomfort.
Once inside, the Morph rode Mulder with strong, deep thrusts. His huge cock struck Mulder's prostate again and again. He pressed Mulder back down onto the mat, bending his legs high over his shoulders, pausing only to lean over and trail his tongue over his victim's chest. He teased Mulder's nipples with both his tongue and teeth.
Mulder was trapped beneath the heavy, unbelievably strong body of the Morph. As he writhed and pushed helplessly at the Morph's chest, he suddenly felt the Morph seize his cock in an iron grip and start to pump it.
With a cry of rage, he spat in the Morph's face. Instead of looking annoyed, the Morph calmly wiped his cheek off with a shrug of his shoulder.
"You'll pay for that, my sweet," he informed Mulder cheerily. "You'll pay indeed!"
The Morph picked up his pace and rode Mulder harder and harder. Short but almost continuous bursts of indescribable pleasure coursed through Mulder's body as the Morph's huge cock rubbed relentlessly against his prostate. In a long, helpless moan of defeat, he came once again, his cock spurting forcefully over the Morph's cruel and demanding fist.
The contractions of Mulder's sphincter as he came sent the Morph over the edge as well. Mulder felt the relentless swelling at the base of the Morph's cock, and then the Morph came with a roar. Mulder was filled with the unending stream of the Morph's come, as it spurted deep into his bowels.
Mulder experienced the same transcendent feeling of pleasure that he did when the Morph came before. His entire body was suffused with pleasure. It was indescribable, as if his whole being were one giant sex organ, experiencing in slow motion the most intense orgasm known to man.
He was only dimly aware of the Morph licking up his come from his belly. The Morph was greatly amused by Mulder's state. His hybrid was responding so well to his semen, as if he were bred for it, which indeed he was.
Soon his Fox would be the panting little sex slave he deserved to be. The Hunter would make sure of it by making love to him as often as possible en route to his planet, and then there would be no escape for the luscious little hybrid.
Fox Mulder would belong to the Morph truly then, in both body and soul.
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Deep Space
He slid out of the bed, keeping an eye on the big Bounty Hunter. He could sense Alex stirring toward wakefulness. He had to go to him, had to keep Alex from tearing about the ship in search of him. He pulled a soft sheet from the bed, its silver color glossy, but warm. He tied the sheet around his waist and cautiously opened the door. The morph was unconcerned about Fox roaming the ship. Escape was not an option. Before going to his lover, Mulder stopped at a food supply area. He knew it was food, but it looked like rocks. He could only hope that after so long there was some nutritional content. He needed little food, but Alex would need to eat and to drink. Fox had no idea how long the ship would be in deep space. He hadn't had time to even think about being in space really, on an alien spaceship, going to an alien world. He had been too busy fending off the Bounty Hunter. Master he had wanted to be called. Fox pressed his lips together angrily trying to repress any strong emotion. However, when he saw Alex stirring under the little cot, his heart filled with tenderness and desire.
Alex opened his eyes just as Fox quietly entered the small room. He slid out from beneath the bed he had been hiding under. When he saw Fox's state of undress his eyes widened in shock.
"Oh, Fox, what has he done?" But he knew. Rage filled him like nothing he had ever felt.
Fox hurried to him. "Shh, it's okay, Alex…"
"No, it is not okay! How long have I've been sleeping while you were being raped?" he growled out.
Fox sat on the bed and pulled Alex down beside him. "Keep it down, Alex. He's sleeping. I don't know how alert he is when he's sleeping. He doesn't know that you're here. We have to keep it that way."
"How does he not know? Those bastards always know!" Alex was stroking Fox's face and fingering the swollen lips.
"I've been shielding you. If he found you, he'd kill you," Fox said quickly to forestall any protest from Alex. "I brought you food and I found some water…"
Alex smiled. "This is no good, Fox," he said trying to control his rage at his lover's obscene abuse. "Find the supplies the Morph must have stocked. He would have been here before he captured you. These ships need to be primed for ignitions for hours…many hours sometimes days before the engines can be started. He'll have taken care of supplies before we even got here."
Fox looked at the useless lumps. What was he thinking anyway? "Okay…I'll go now," he said quietly, smoothing his own caress over Alex's face.
"No, Fox, I want to look at you. Has he…has he come inside you?" Alex was barely able to get the words out, as Fox flushed a brilliant crimson. When Fox looked away closing his eyes in shame, Alex drew him to him tight. "It's not your fault you know, Fox."
Fox nodded. "Let me get you some food. He'll be awake soon…"
"Fox, it's addictive…the semen. If you…if you have sex with him often enough…FUCK…" Alex stood and Fox followed him with a gasp as Alex made to lunge out the door.
Fox tackled Alex to the floor and quickly found himself under Alex, pressed down with cat-like grace. "Alex, think! We can still win, but we have to be smart. We can't kill him! You know that, baby. Don't do anything…"
"We can keep him wounded," Alex spat out. "He can be wounded, incapacitated…"
"And you know how to pilot this thing?" Fox asked quietly.
Alex frowned but remained stubbornly silent.
"Because I don't. Alex, please."
"Please what? Please hide in this damn room while you get raped? How can you even ask me to do that?" Alex hissed. He stared into Fox's wide eyes. "How?"
"Because I want you to live. I want us both to get back to Earth…to save billions of lives. If we can we should try…isn't that why you came back? I mean one of the reasons?"
Alex slid off Fox and stood, totally unconcerned about his nakedness. "Fox! I can't. I can't do it. Not even if every person dies…"
Fox shook his head. "You don't mean that, Alex. I wouldn't love you if I couldn't see the good in you."
Alex sighed. "Fox, when you grow up like I did…you learn to take care of yourself…let the others take care…"
"You fought them, Alex. You were part of the resistance. Not just for yourself, but for all the survivors…the slaves. How can you consign all those people…?"
Alex stalked around the little room. "Dammit! I can't, but just to sit back while he…?"
Fox went to him and kissed him softly. "Let me go get the food. Please stay in here. I can't do this if you are hurt. I really can't." Fox smiled. "When it's time to move…I'll know." With that he hurried out of the room to find where the Morph would have put the supplies. He could only hope that he wouldn't notice the amount of food and water that Fox would take for Alex throughout the trip.
Alex dressed while he waited for Fox to come back. His own life, his childhood, his own terrible enslavement made him think of all the other children and families that would suffer if the invasion couldn't be stopped. But what could they do, really? The two of them couldn't even get off the ship. The thought of Fox being touched, being forced made him sick. He wanted to scream but a lifetime of hiding his feelings allowed him to hold in his rage.
When Fox returned with some African fruit and some water in a large container, Alex led him to sit down once more. He took the food and water from Fox and kissed his soft lips. He pulled Fox tight and they kissed slowly for several minutes, before Fox withdrew.
"I have to go now, Alex. I…I have to go," he finished softly, almost painfully. "I think the trip will be short. I can't be sure as his thoughts are hard to read, but I think it won't be more than two days before we reach…"
"The homeworld," Alex said darkly.
"No. I don't think that is where we are going. I think we are going somewhere else. A prison planet," Fox replied.
"Oh great! And just what are we going to do then? Trot around, meet the fellow prisoners, who by the way will most likely not be human, and then steal the ship, which neither of us can operate, and fly back to Earth, though neither of us know where the hell we are going?"
Fox chewed his lip. "I have to finish changing, then I'll know what to do."
"Oh, why didn't you say so? Of course!" Alex shook his head. "Our best chance is to keep him unconscious and then figure a way home!"
Fox sighed. "I know it will be okay. I think we may have help," Fox said quickly. He could sense the Morph stirring. "I have to go. Now!"
"Wait! What help?" Alex asked, confused and yet strangely, the look of certainty on Fox's face gave him some small comfort.
"I'll tell you later. He's waking."
"Fox, if you can…Jesus…if you can get him to come…to come in your mouth." There were tears streaming down Alex's face. His whole life spent fighting, but now when his best chance at winning came, he had to sit back and do nothing. "It…it really is addictive. If you get addicted, baby, you'll do anything. *Anything* to get your fix. If you…"
Fox had to leave. He nodded to show Alex that he understood. He could sense Alex's conflict. He knew that Alex would never stay in the room, no matter the cause. Though his heart swelled that someone would love him like Alex loved him, he wasn't going to let Alex do anything rash. He smiled gently and took control of Alex as gently as he could, making him eat, drink and then, sleep.
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Sacramento, California
Greyhound Bus Terminal
Downtown"Okay, sir, this is it," Scully said as she and Walter Skinner stopped in front of the locker matching the number on the key.
Skinner nodded, his eyes searching the station for any suspicious characters. He spotted one odd-looking man who was standing in the doorway of the little Burger King in the station. The man had on a Sacramento Kings sweatshirt and a large, red top hat. He had huge purple glasses on, and held a portable radio. The man was staring dead at he and Scully and moving to music that wasn't being played. His radio was turned off. "Scully, I think we have been followed. There is a spotter here," Skinner said casually as he pretended to clean a spot off Scully's lapel.
Scully followed his cautious nod and saw the garish man. Something about him was familiar. She hurried and opened the locker. In it she found a diary of sorts, old and beaten up, a small silver disc that had glowing purple images placed all over one side. The images were numeric characters, but in no order that she could readily discern. She handed the disc to Skinner and took out what had to be a weapon of sorts. She had expected something like a laser gun or some such futuristic device, but instead it looked like an ice pick…just like the one she and Mulder had seen when they'd investigated the many Jeremiah Smith's. She put the thing in her suit pocket and removed the final item. It was a picture of Mulder, encased in some plastic type material for protection. He was standing on the steps of the Hoover building, with his trenchcoat frozen in a flutter of timeless breeze. She looked at Skinner and he stared at the picture. Mulder was standing in a pool of light, as if all other people going to and fro were in shadow.
"What is this?" Skinner growled. "Does Krycek really have this obsession for Mulder?"
Scully noticed that the familiar, but garish man had been joined by a man in a suit and a beard. She sighed in relief. Though the man had donned dark glasses and a black cowboy hat she would know Byers anywhere.
"Hey," a voice spoke furtively from behind Skinner.
They turned to see Langly dressed in leather and hiding his long hair under a red bandana.
Scully moved to still Skinner's reach for his weapon. "It's okay, sir, this is Mulder's friend Langly."
Skinner grunted and took one last look at Mulder's picture before he put it in his pocket…to keep it safe. He heard Langly speaking to Scully as he pressed a purple button on the disc.
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Deep Space
Mulder hurried back to the Morph, who though coming out of sleep, was still unaware of his presence. With a grimace of distaste he slid in next to the big man and rubbed himself all over the man's body. He wanted Alex's scent to be off him. He felt a wet spot on the sheet and gritting his teeth he slid his fingers into the cold sperm, rubbing it on his lips to camouflage Alex's taste. He gagged helplessly as the cold jelly clung to him and he instinctively licked at it. His stomach heaved and he trembled. The Morph's eyes opened.
"So, little pet, what have you been up to? I am surprised that you aren't hiding. Disappointed too. I like to hunt you,"
Fox felt the large erection against his thigh and he closed his eyes.
"You may be getting hungry though, you are still human enough for that I think. I brought you plenty of food. Earth food will soon taste plain to you, pretty Fox. But, for now it is all that I have to offer…"
"I found it and ate already," Fox said quickly. "While you slept." He wasn't sure how long he could go without food, but surely the morph would be suspicious if he grew hungry too soon after having professed to already eating. He knew his new body would not need so much nourishment.
"Sex does make you little things hungry. Are you eager for more lessons? I am," the Hunter leered.
Fox remembered Alex's words and he shook his head. "I don't suppose you'll care that I am too sore," Fox said, his tone one of dark resignation.
"Oh, pretty, this is nothing. You will come to crave…"
"Yes, I know! I will come to crave being raped!" Fox snapped.
The Morph grinned. "I need to check on our status and assure safe passage through to Cartz. You will love it there, pretty. So many forest to run through while I hunt you. So many creatures to kill."
The Morph kissed Fox hard. He stiffened for a moment as a taste he did not recognize hit his tongue. The little hybrid tasted of his seed, but there was some other taste. He shrugged. Perhaps it was the strange Earth fruit. It didn't matter.
Fox heaved a sigh of relief and followed the Morph.
The Morph turned to look at him in question. "I did not give you permission to come with me," he growled. "If you think to learn how to pilot this by observing me, you are a stupid fool. You cannot, and will *never* be allowed to. This is for the purebloods only to know," he spat. "Your kind are pretty and useful, but don't mistake your place so early in the game. I will come back and fuck you, and then we can both sleep."
Fox shook his head but he obeyed. As he sat down once more on the hated pallet his mind went to Alex. He was sleeping deeply, dreamlessly. He was safe. The taste of the sperm still on his lips overwhelmed Mulder and he began to cry. This time just for himself. Had Sam died on a ship like this? Had she been raped first? He thought it unlikely that she had been, but just the idea of it made him lose his fight against his heaving stomach.
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Sacramento, Old California
The sudden shock of pain, the blinding light, faded as Scully, Skinner and Langly stared at one another.
"What was that, man?" Langly breathed, taking off his thick glasses to peer myopically at Skinner.
Skinner was frozen with disbelief. Around him were dark lumps that had once been modest buildings. Though Sacramento downtown had no real high-rises the low posture of these ruins suggested catastrophic damage. Everywhere he looked, tangled metal was fused with concrete and bones. The sky was filled with a billion stars but no man-made light illuminated the wreckage. The full moon hung low and lazy over the wasteland and he felt a sense of dislocation.
"Where…oh my God, sir, where are we?" Scully panted, her cerulean eyes wide with controlled panic.
Langly gasped as a fat, foot-long worm inched its way past his foot. It turned sensing blood and made to attack him. He screamed with such a clear soprano voice, the sound shattered through the stillness with a sharp fury.
Scully gave a small sound of disgust as she stomped on the huge worm. It made a small noise as its blood boated body broke.
"It's a creepy worm –tick!" Langly cried.
Skinner shook his head angrily. "Would you be quiet?" He steadied Scully who was trying to wipe the bits of worm off of her shoe. "Where in the hell are we?"
"I think that would be, *when* in the hell are we, sir," Scully said tonelessly.
"Whoa. After the full on invasion," Langly breathed out, putting on his glasses once more. "It's just like that movie with Will Smith."
"Sir, look," Scully said. She pointed to the ruined hulk of a building they were near.
On the gray wall was written a legend. "We fight!"
Skinner was silent and so to, surprisingly, was Langly.
"The resistance," Scully choked out. There were tears in her eyes.
"Let's get the hell out of here," Skinner growled. "We can come back *after* we know what the hell we are looking for."
"But how? I mean how did we get here in the first place?" Scully asked.
"With this," Skinner said. He held the disc out for her to see. "I only hope that by pushing the same button we will go back to where we came from." He made sure that the three of them were as close as before and pushed the purple symbol. The pain and light came and went and they were back in the Greyhound station once more.
People around them moved away hastily and Byers and Frohike descended on them with a thousand questions. Scully had to once again assure Skinner of their friendship with Mulder before he would relax. She stared down at her bloody shoe, her first thought was to get the blood to a lab for analysis, but she knew the Consortium would not be far behind them.
"Let's get out of here, and regroup somewhere else," she barked. She didn't react to Skinner's raised brow at being ordered about. She simply strode off, leaving the four men to follow obediently in her wake.
"We were. Like in another place, guys," Langly whispered. "This whole place is gone…it was the future, dude!"
"Wow," Frohike breathed.
"How can you be sure?" Byers asked skeptically.
"I am sure!" Langly asserted. "And, man, you do *not* want to go there."
Byers cast a nervous look to Frohike, who swallowed reflexively and shook his head in confusion.
"*Not*" Langly reasserted harshly.
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Mulder stared at the silver, metal ceiling and was starting to fall into sleep, when a small voice, musical and breezy flitted carefully into his mind. "Be strong, friend. We will help…we will strengthen ourselves and help."
He tensed, listening to the voice.
"Concentrate on your own growth, we will keep your companion asleep. Do not risk waking him again. The Hunter will not be fooled for long with your little sleeper's scent on you. Take his advice…try not to become addicted, or you will be his slave."
Fox wanted to scream. What the hell was he supposed to do? He wasn't exactly being wined and dined here! He started as the door slid open and the big Hunter appeared.
"Time for your medicine, pretty. Spread your pretty legs nice and wide. I like to see what I am fucking. Such a pretty, tight hole. All pink and raw."
Fox sat up and shook his head in a negation of the whole scene. He stared at the huge cock that stood, dripping and erect. He licked his lips as he stared. There was a drop of precum balanced on the huge tip. It would taste better hot. He shook his head, but still he could not stop himself from getting up and walking toward the bastard. He fell to his knees before the hunter and thought wildly to himself, I guess this is better than being addicted to it. He sucked the huge head in with more desire than seemed plausible and the Morph chuckled.
"That's it, pretty bitch, suck and lick. Good, baby."
Fox wanted to bite it at the same time that he wanted to suck it. He would not let the bastard come inside of him. He couldn't! He made a small sound of distress as he fed on the cock. His mind was rebelling, but his body was responding. He whined as he tasted more of the clear fluid slide onto his tongue. The Morph was moving his hips back and forth, groaning with lustful approval. Fox resolutely kept his hands clenched as fists at his side, fighting the urge to stroke the hard flesh, to coax the sperm out of the big balls. When it seemed as if the Morph would come Fox gasped as he was pulled off the cock.
"No, pretty, this isn't going in your mouth. Not yet. First you have to take it where it will do the most good." With that, the morph picked Mulder up and brought him to the pallet. "On your hands and knees this time I think," he chuckled as he arranged Mulder. Mulder struggled to escape, but the Morph held him in place as he slid his cock over the small pink hole. He pushed in with one, shattering thrust and Mulder screamed.
Mulder tried to distract himself with anything that would make him forget where he was, what was happening, but the Morph was stroking Mulder's own cock in counter rhythm to his slamming thrusts and Mulder tossed his head to deny his own forced passion. He cried out as the fist tightened punishingly.
"Push back on my cock, bitch, push back hard. I want to feel you move," the Morph hissed in his ear.
Mulder refused to comply even when the hand seemed about to squeeze off his penis in retribution. He screamed again in pain as the Morph joined in with his own screams of release. The waves of pleasure overtook Mulder as the huge cock filled him; he jerked his hips spasmodically pushing the cock deeper as the Morph bit his neck approvingly.
Mulder groaned, rolled his eyes, and muttered, "He thinks humans are inferior, at least we don't fall into a coma after coming." He then waited for the knot to shrink so he could pull off the cock imbedded in his backside. He focused on the positive side, that being, it allowed him two to three hours alone to explore the ship.
*Young one, do not despair. We are growing stronger by the moment, soon we will be able to help you and your human mate,* the voice chimed inside his head.
Mulder was going to correct the being and tell it that Alex wasn't his mate, but to be honest, Alex was the closest thing to a mate he'd ever had including his ex-wife Diana. So what if they'd never be able to have children.
He heard the voice lilt with what sounded like laughter. *Child, in the time your mate comes from two males can have a genetic child together as long as they have a willing female to carry the baby to term for them.*
*How do you know this?* Mulder asked.
*From your mate's mind. His mind is very open when he sleeps. His dreams are both wistful and full of great sadness. I am sorry for the hurt my people have caused yours.*
*Then help us get back home. We might be able to prevent it from ever happening,* Mulder pleaded as he slowly pulled off the morph's cock with a groan.
"We will help you and your mate anyway we can. Go to the ship's control room, I shall start your lessons on how to navigate this ship. When we get to the prison planet you will need to be able to fly it back to your planet yourself," the being replied.
Mulder allowed the being to guide him to the control room. Finally he had some hope that he'd be able to get Alex out of this situation unharmed.
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Sacramento
"We're being followed, Scully," Skinner said, glancing into his rearview mirror.
Scully pulled down the visor and angled the mirror to see behind her.
"Three cars back, the dark blue Cadillac," Skinner informed her.
"Sir, do you think you can lose them?"
"I sure as hell am going to try once we get out of this city traffic and onto the freeway."
"Do you think someone has a tail on the gunmen, too? Maybe I should call them," Scully said pulling out her cell-phone. It wouldn't do for them to lose their pursuers only to have the gunmen lead them to the private airport.
Skinner whipped the car onto the freeway, increasing speed. He watched as the Cadillac sped up to head them off. Their pursuers knew that their presence had been noticed. The Cadillac nudged at their bumper trying to force them off the road. Skinner switched lanes and at the same time slammed on his breaks so the Cadillac sped by them. He turned the wheel and jumped across the center divide onto the opposite freeway. Their pursues were unable to get pass the two semi trucks blocking their way to follow.
"Nice move, sir," Scully said, prying her fingers off the door handle. "Langly said they already lost their tail."
"Let's hope he's right," Skinner said.
"Sir, what if we can't find the resistance leaders in the future?"
"We will, Scully. We have to." Skinner exited the freeway and took the side streets and back roads to the small airport. The gunmen's rental car was already there. Byers' brother had a small plane and he had agreed to fly them back to Alaska. Once there, they would have to hike to the remote area that Krycek had indicated in his letter was the place the rebels used to meet other resistance fighters. From there they would go back in time.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^Mulder memorized the Gray's instructions. It didn't seem as complicated as he had thought it would be. The ship's computers did most of the work including landing, all that he had to do was program in the coordinates from where they were going and the ship took care of the rest.
*You must go back now, child. Our wayward brother is awakening. It would not be good for him to find you here.*
*Thank you,* Mulder said as he left the control room. He was determined to avoid the morph for as long as possible. So he headed back toward the stairs leading into the lower level of the ship, which was also away from Alex. He opened the metal hatch and started down the stairs. Mulder could sense that the hunter was up and searching for him. The agent wandered by the room that held the friendly Grays prisoner.
The lighting in this part of the ship was low, and the further Mulder went the darker the interior became. He stopped suddenly as he felt the presence of another life form close by. Mulder saw the shapes move in the darkness as he started to back away. One lunged forward catching him by surprise. Mulder scrambled backward losing his footing and landed on his bare ass. The creature was on him instantly holding him down as it sniffed him.
Mulder had never seen creatures like these; they had a thin layer of red feathers covering their sinewy bodies and long whip like tails with pinchers at the end. Mulder lay completely still as the creature ran a sharp clawed hand over his exposed belly. The being's head followed its hand, pushing his legs apart it started sniffing excitedly between them where the morph's semen was smeared. It nuzzled its snout in between Mulder's buttocks and licked at the tight puckered hole. The creature sat back on its hunches panting hungrily, its nostrils flaring. Mulder watched in utter terror as the creature's cock emerged from its sheath, growing longer and thicker. He glanced at the other creatures and they too were growing equally aroused.
The creature recognized the human as food. However his scent wasn't that of a human, it was closer to their own smell and he was being used as one of their species' breeders.
Mulder listened to the clattering between the creatures, and tried to back away from them but two quickly grabbed a hold of each of his legs, spreading him, opening him for the third to explore. His legs were pushed back against his chest and his ass elevated. Mulder struggled and tried to twist out from this extremely vulnerable position, but the creatures were too strong. He couldn't see what was happening, he shuddered as he felt the snake-like tongue on his anus. It pushed in and lapped at his insides. There was a growl behind Mulder and he angled his head to look over his shoulder just in time to see the morph shape shift into one of these creatures.
The creatures let him go and Mulder rolled to the safety of a nearby wall. They were slightly different in appearance from the morph who was more powerfully built. Mulder watched as the morph mercilessly killed one then two of the creatures. "What are these things?" Mulder wondered out loud not expecting an answer.
The Gray's musical lilt sounded inside Mulder's head. *They are part of my race. Unlike your race, we have several distinct species. My colleagues and I, who you refer to as the Grays, we are the builders, the beings fighting before you are the hunters, there are also the workers, and the breeders. All of these species are male with the exception of the breeders who are female.*
Mulder eased along the wall as the morph stalked after the remaining creature. *You mean that all of the different species procreate with the same female species?*
*Yes. The breeders are kept in the perpetual state of pregnancy. They have no other purpose since there are so few of them.*
Mulder shuddered at that thought as he started up the stairs. Another thought suddenly occurred to him. *Your species have been using humans to plant your offspring into, they feed on the living tissue of my people eventually killing them. Is this why? Because you don't have enough females?*
*I cannot say why my race has turned to this abominable means to procreate our species. I won't deny that it never happened in my time, but it was usually the hunters who were responsible for this atrocious act, not us builders.*
*Then something must have changed on your home world because it is the builders and the hunters who are doing this to my people,* Mulder growled, sensing the morph's victory. He slammed the hatch shut and looked around for some means to secure it. He bent and lifted a section of the metal grating from the floor and turned it so one end rested against the door and the other faced the opposite wall, there was only a two inches gap. Mulder proceeded to pull up more grating and reinforced the barricade. He had three piled against the door when the morph pushed against it.
"OPEN THIS DOOR, PET!" the morph roared as he realized that he was trapped. The only other way out of the lower section was through a portal into space.
Mulder watched until he was sure the barricade would hold. He had picked up from the angry morph's unguarded thoughts that there was no other way out of the lower section. *Will you help me set the ship to take us back to Earth?* he asked the Grays.
*We will help you, child.*
Mulder sprinted to the control room, he would set the ship for home then go to Alex.
The morph walked back down the stairs and settled in to wait. In time Fox will have no choice but to open the hatch and come to him. He would need what only he could give him. Then he would punish Fox severely for his behavior.
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Skinner looked sternly at the three gunmen "If we are not back in a week then publish Krycek's journal on the web. Try to convince as many people as you can that this is for real."
"Yeah right, dude, as if people will take us seriously," Langly replied.
Byers elbowed Langly, and said, "Don't worry, A.D. Skinner, we will make people believe us."
Skinner nodded looking at Scully. "You ready, Agent Scully?"
"Yes, sir."
He waited until the gunmen had moved out of range of the device. Then he pressed the buttons and almost instantaneously they were teleported to the future. At least Skinner reasoned it was the future because the gunmen had vanished and the trees that were near them were larger, other than that not much else was different, there was no devastation as there had been in Sacramento.
"So we wait," Scully said, looking around.
"We wait. Let's set up camp, it might be awhile," Skinner said, opening his backpack.
Scully shrugged hers off her back.
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Deep Space
Mulder carried the food and water back to where Alex lay sleeping. He had used some of the water to wash the morph's semen from his body, and much to his relief, he had even found some clothing in the supplies the morph had stashed away on the ship. When this ship landed back on Earth he did not want to walk off in the nude. The coordinates that he had the Gray program in would set them down in front of the United Nations in broad daylight. Just let the consortium or the U.S. government attempt to cover up the existence of aliens after all the world witnesses a UFO landing.
Mulder set the food down and knelt beside the cot that his lover was sleeping under. *You can allow him to wake up now,* Mulder told the grays.
Alex moaned and slowly opened his eyes. His eyelashes fluttered as he attempted to focus, smiling softly when he saw Mulder's grinning face. "Fox, why are you so happy?" he asked sleepily as he allowed Mulder to help him out from underneath the cot.
"We have the run of the ship. The morph is trapped below deck and cannot get to us." Mulder wrapped his arms around Alex's body and his smile grew bigger as Alex returned the embrace. They spent the next few minutes kissing and enjoying each other's presence.
"So how are we going to get home? Neither of us know how to fly this thing," Krycek ask, resting his head of Mulder's shoulder.
"The grays showed me how, Alex, we're on our way back home right now. Soon the whole world will know about the existence of aliens." At the tensing of Krycek's body Mulder pulled back. "Alex, what's wrong?"
"Fox, I'm not sure it's such a good idea to expose the aliens at this point. Earth is not prepared to defend against them, and this might move up the time table for the invasion," Alex said, his hands rubbing and stroking across Mulder's shoulders.
"Alex, you said no one but the consortium knew the last time and look what happened! When the aliens invaded the people were too stunned to even fight back until it was too late. This time we won't be taken by surprise. Our planet's top scientists will find a way to defeat them. If not at least we will go down fighting and not taken like frightened sheep!"
Krycek sighed, Mulder just didn't understand. "Maybe Scully and Skinner will be successful and reach the resistance fighters in the future. The resistance was working on a weapon that will help against the shape shifters, it sends out a signal that forces the grays back to their original form. If we had that weapon then we could expose the aliens who are currently posing as humans in governments and militaries around the world."
Mulder swallowed nervously. "I hadn't thought about that. Do you know how many aliens are on the planet? And, Alex, have you ever seen any other aliens besides the grays?"
"The alien rebels, they are closest in appearance to humans. When they came to the resistance to offer their assistance they referred to themselves as the workers. They are fighting for independence against the grays who they say had started using them as living incubators to gestate their young inside of, similarly to how the grays are using humans, when we are too old to be productive we are sent to the breeding camps," Krycek said shivering. "Fox, from the records I've seen about this era there were believed to be several thousand aliens currently on earth. We'll need to mass produce the vaccine against the retro-virus."
"Alex, we have a couple of days to discuss this before we are back on earth. Right now, I desperately need you to make love to me," Mulder murmured, kissing him softly wanting to rid himself of the morph's touch that still lingered on his flesh.
Krycek responded by rolling Mulder onto his back and proceeded to devourer his mouth. Wanting nothing more than to live on a free Earth with Fox as his lover.
Krycek responded by rolling Mulder onto his back and proceeded to devour his mouth, wanting nothing more than to live on a free Earth with Fox as his lover. However, way at the back of his mind there was a very tiny, niggling worry that it was a bit unlike Mulder to behave so lustfully in such a tense situation.
Their tongues met and probed each other's mouths with fierce abandon. Krycek felt himself go woozy with lust as Mulder eagerly stripped off his garments. He then reached for Krycek's clothing and practically ripped his shirt in his eagerness to get it off his lover.
"Easy, love, easy," Krycek said soothingly as he helped Mulder off with his pants. "I'm sure not going anywhere!"
"Take me, Alex! Oh, please take me!" Mulder cried, as he lay back on the cold floor.
Krycek was on him in seconds. He knelt over him and kissed a trail down his lover's chest and belly, lingering to wisp his tongue over Mulder's nipples and then his navel. He tongued the head of his lover's cock, so erect and eager and waiting for him, savoring Mulder's delicious, musky taste as he did so. Mulder responded to the attention by groaning and urging Krycek onward.
Turning Mulder over on all fours, Krycek wasted no time in plunging his cock into the tight, hot channel. He rode Mulder hard, beside himself with lust, taking him on the floor of the spaceship and having his lover so ready and eager for him had driven him past the point of all reason. He gripped and pumped Mulder's cock roughly, who mewled with pleasure. Before long his lover came, his cock pulsing and spurting onto the cold floor, shouting his name with wild, animal cries.
Krycek came hard with a yell when he heard Mulder cry out his name, shooting his essence deep into his lover, clasping Mulder hard around the waist with a steel grip. As he rode out the waves of pleasure, he kissed and licked the back of Mulder's neck, shoulders, back, anywhere he could reach. He loved Mulder with all his heart and soul, and vowed to defend him with his life.
He pulled himself out of his lover with a loud, smacking sound and lay down next to him on the floor. To his surprise, Mulder's cock was as erect as ever, and he proceeded to attack Krycek yet again.
"Easy, baby, lay back and I'll take care of that!" Krycek soothed. He started to suck Mulder's cock with vigor, while Mulder moaned loudly and pumped himself swiftly into Krycek's mouth, as if he were desperate to come.
Before long he came with a roar, gushing in huge spurts into Krycek's mouth, who eagerly swallowed as he came. However, at the end of it, he was shocked to find Mulder as hard as ever.
The tiny worry he had felt before increased exponentially in magnitude. "Mulder, what is it? What are you feeling?"
Mulder ignored him. "Oh, Alex, touch me, hold me, please! I want you, I want you so, I need you, please…"
Krycek gripped his wrist, dreading the reason for Mulder's concupiscent behavior. "Mulder, listen to me. This isn't normal! You just had a major orgasm, and you're still hard as hell! It's that damn bastard morph, he's infected you with his semen! He's the only one who can satisfy you now!"
Mulder shook him off. "No, Alex, it's you I want! Only you! You can satisfy me, I know you can!"
With a dismal expression, Krycek set to sucking Mulder once again. It wasn't long before Mulder came, spurting again and again, but as soon as the last waves of his climax had dissipated, he was as hard and as unsatisfied as ever.
The sexual hunger Mulder felt was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It was so compelling and so unstoppable, it was almost as if some predatory bird of prey had dug its claws deep into his flesh and wouldn't release him. His orgasms were but only a temporary release from the absolutely maddening sexual craving.
"Alex, Alex, help me," Mulder moaned, writhing on the floor. It was getting worse by the second, nothing they could do would help. "Damn, I can't stand it! Help me!" The lust he felt was paralyzing and all-consuming, his whole body was on fire.
"I'm sorry, baby, I truly am!" Krycek cried. What the hell were they going to do now? No matter how many times Mulder climaxed, he still wouldn't be satisfied, and the addiction would grow worse the longer he was denied.
Suddenly he leaped up as Mulder started crawling off in the direction of where the Morph was being held. "No, Fox, don't! You can't go to him! It will be the ruin of all our plans!" Krycek pleaded, standing in his way.
Mulder used his power to knock Krycek back down onto the floor with a yelp. When he realized what he'd done through the haze of his torment, he sobbed aloud. "Alex, I can't take it any more. You won't be able to stop me from going to him. You're right, it will ruin everything! You have to kill me! I won't betray our planet! I won't be any good to anybody like this, and I won't be his slave!"
Krycek looked at his lover in horror as Mulder sobbed. There was no way he'd harm one single hair of Mulder's head. He was considering the situation in despair when suddenly the door whooshed open and the alien who called himself Ilias stood there, gazing at both of them sadly.
***Scully was poking at the small fire with a when the first man jumped at her from behind the green bushes and white birch trees. She bolted to her feet and stumbled backwards her hand automatically reaching for the gun nestled at the small of her back. More men quickly surrounded her before she had a chance to draw her weapon. The seven dirty, camouflaged men all carried what looked like army issued M-16s, and judging from their hard, wary expressions they were not afraid to shoot her. She raised her hands in surrender, not sure what else to do with Skinner off scouting forest. She should have told him to stay at camp, but neither of them knew they would be found in less than an hour.
The man standing in front of her grabbed her arm and spun her around like she was a rag doll. She gaped in surprise when her foot caught the edge of her blue backpack and she started to fall. Strong arms wrapped around her middle stopping her downward decent. She started to struggle against the arms holding her, not sure if these men were members of the resistance or the alien occupation.
The hands tightened momentarily before they pushed her away. This time she stumbled and fell on her knees, she winced in pain, of all the places to fall she had to hit a rock.
She heard a few voices quietly talking, and then she heard the voice of a man obviously in charge. "Allen, search her for weapons."
Scully turned around still on her knees not wanting to waste time standing up. "Krycek! What are you doing here! Where's Mulder?"
The young man with dark hair and green eyes stared at her in surprise and confusion. Scully realized her mistake after she studied Krycek more closely. There was no way this man could be the Krycek she knew. His eyes didn't have the same hard bitterness when they looked at her. His face was missing a few nicks and cuts along with facial hair, and his hair was a lot longer. This Krycek couldn't be older than twenty years old.
Krycek pushed the stunned Allen aside and walked over to the kneeling woman with red hair. He stood above her for a moment before he reached down and grabbed the back of her jacket and jerked her to her feet. He did a quick search and found her gun and the hunting knife Skinner forced her to take once they had set up camp. Krycek placed the gun in the back of his pants and clipped the knife to the tattered waistband of his jeans. All of the men's clothing looked frayed and worn out, or maybe it was just their clothing? Krycek felt strong enough when he prevented her from falling.
Before she could ask any questions Krycek gently brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, before cupping her chin with a glove-covered hand. "Who are you? You're too beautiful for any slave owner to let you escape without an extensive search. Never mind, somehow I know you're not from around here." Scully stared into the shifting green eyes mesmerized by Krycek's warm husky voice.
He let go of her and stepped back, "Allen, Steven, Raz, do a quick search of the area, someone else was with the woman. Come back to camp before night, even if you don't find him. The rest of us are going to escort our uninvited guest back to camp. Bailey, do you have a handkerchief on you?"
A small figure stepped forward, at first she thought it was a young boy with a really bad haircut, but then a high pitched feminine voice answered back, "Yeah, you gonna blindfold her?"
"As a matter of fact I am, and its 'Am I going to blindfold her?'"
"Yes sir. Oh and lady I want this back when we get back to camp so don't go a stealin' it." The young teenage girl glared at her before handing Krycek a dark purple cloth that still looked clean.
Scully wanted nothing better to do than tell the girl that she was a FBI agent, and that she never stole, something in her expression must have warned Krycek. "Bailey, I'll make sure you get back your pretty handkerchief. We're just going to use it to blindfold our guest, is that okay with you?"
Bailey kicked her foot into the spongy tundra and forced her features into a grimace, which Scully assumed was the girl's idea of a smile. "Sure, Krycek, I trust you."
Krycek smiled, "Okay people clear the camp, we've wasted too much time already. The sooner we return the sooner we can eat." Everyone quickly started working at covering the camp, and within a few minutes she wouldn't have known there used to be a campfire in the spot where she made it.
A slight shake brought her attention back to Krycek. What was wrong with her? She'd never been this scattered-brained, she hoped it wasn't a side effect of time traveling. "Lady! Pay attention. Don't pull any stunts because none of us will hesitate to shoot you, and God help you if you're a part of the AC. I'll be leading you to our camp, so don't worry about falling over anything. We'll take the blindfold off once we reach our destination."
What happened to Krycek? Considerate and nice did not describe the man she knew. Although, he did act differently around Mulder, kind of like he was treating her now. Something has obviously changed this man for the worse, or maybe it was just an act? She frowned at that thought, and tried not to think about it. She had enough to worry about, like where was Skinner, and what did AC stand for?
Some of her confusion must have showed in her eyes, because Krycek paused for a moment before he continued to wrap the purple cloth tight around her head, making sure her eyes were covered, along with half her nose. "Don't worry I think some of your questions will be answered soon." Again Scully was amazed at how nice Krycek treated her. The Krycek she knew would never explain anything to her to ally her fears, or anyone else's for that matter. If only he was always this considerate. What could have happened to change him? Was it this future, or did he become more cynical and world-weary in her time?
A warm, strong hand grasped hers and gently led her away from the clearing where not twenty minutes ago Skinner and she had conversed. Like Krycek promised, she didn't trip over anything or hit any tree branches. His voice was a constant presence during the long hike, always whispering how many steps to take, when to step over fallen trees, and warning her to stop so he could move tree branches out of the way. No one else spoke.
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Skinner knelt on the ground studying the remains of the camp he and Scully made. If he hadn't seen the camouflaged men leading Scully away he wouldn't have known where to find the camp. Those men knew how to cover their tracks. Unfortunately, he was too far away to hear the men talking, but judging by the ragged clothing they were probably a part of the resistance.
He counted eight men when they first entered the camp, but only five of them left with Scully, which meant he needed to watch out for the other three. Shit if only they didn't do such a good job at covering their trail. His time in the Marines prepared him for wilderness survival but that was years ago. Sitting behind a desk did not promote tracking skills. All he needed to do was watch out for broken branches and disturbed leaves. The tundra's springy nature made footprint almost impossible to find. Every time he stepped the ground gave way slightly and then raised itself up again.
A squashed moose or caribou dropping leading out of camp was his only sign of finding out which direction the resistance fighters took. He never should have left Scully by herself in the camp. If only he had controlled his impatience. Scully tried to tell him to wait, but instead of listening to her he had to rush off by himself and get lost in the woods. Leaving his backpack with Scully was not the smartest thing he ever did. Food and water might come in handy in a few hours, and unless it started raining or he found the resistance camp he would run out of water soon.
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Space
Krycek scrutinized the gray alien. He knew Mulder said they had help, but for some reason he pictured a fierce ally not a short fragile looking alien.
"My name is Ilias, and I think my colleges and I might be able to help your lover. But we think it might be best to wait until his change is complete before performing the procedure. With any luck his change will fix his chemical imbalance and cure him of the addiction. 'Til then we will help you subdue your lover so he doesn't leave this room." Ilias' calm, soothing voice somehow relaxed Krycek's shaking and sobbing lover. Abruptly Mulder's body froze and went limp.
"What did you do to him?" He demanded suddenly afraid. He hoped the aliens didn't mean they would kill Mulder for him.
Ilias scurried over to his side, and touched one finger to Mulder's sweaty forehead. "Do not worry Krycek. We merely made him sleep. He needed the rest. The hunter caused him much stress."
That was the understatement of the century if Krycek ever heard one. He hoped the aliens couldn't read minds. They were helping him and Mulder fly this craft back to earth. They didn't have to help him. He had to say something after acting so suspicious. "Umm...thank you. I don't think I could have restrained him by myself.
"With his growing powers I don't think any human could restrain him. Soon it will take our combined power to keep him sleeping. Do you want to see the rest of the ship?" Ilias changed the subject so quickly that at first Krycek didn't respond.
"Yes of course. Let me make Mulder more comfortable before we leave." He didn't tell the Ilias that he needed to learn the layout of the ship in case the morph somehow escaped. Or that he felt cooped up in the room Mulder had hidden him in. Ever since his first experience with the slave pens he hated enclosed spaces.
Krycek gently lowered Mulder's head to the floor and quickly found some blankets in a storage box. The morph thought of everything. He folded the blanket and placed it under Mulder's head. Luckily the aliens and humans had the same temperature requirements; the room was neither too hot nor too cold. It felt perfect.
He stood up carefully, his legs felt like they had gone to sleep during the few minutes he squatted down to fix the blanket. He kicked one leg out trying to get the blood to move faster. The alien's silent and still patience made him feel ridiculous, so he quickly stopped all movement and forced his hands down to his sides. "Okay, I think I'm ready to go."
"I'll take you to the command center of the ship first. I would like to have taken you to my colleagues first, as they're not strong enough to speak telepathically over any distances yet. Unfortunately, they are trapped in the same part of the ship where the morph is."
"Oh of course." Krycek felt like someone kicked him in the knee. He was so worried about Mulder he didn't even stop to wonder how he could understand Ilias when they both spoke different languages and Ilias mouth never moved. Nor did he bother to ask how Ilias and his friends stayed hidden from the morph.
Krycek followed Ilias out of the small room and into a dark corridor with metal grating for a walkway. The ship sounded so metallic it reminded him of the old a science fiction movie called Alien. He saw it on one of those rare occasions where he actually had nothing do except hide from CGB Spender.
"We're almost there." The voice in his head startled him. For the last few minutes he'd been listening the gentle sound of chimes. It felt like they were in his head, but also running through the whole ship. Ilias stopped in front of another door, and hit the panel next to it. The door slide open and Ilias stepped inside. He started to follow when a bright flash of images hit his mind. He cried out and fell back against the metal wall. He covered his eyes trying to do anything to stop the new flood of images invading his mind.
Scully! She was in his older memories. She used the device to go to the future! The first time he met her. He remembered seeing her sitting on a blue backpack picking at a small fire that produced more smoke than heat, with a small stick. He was only twenty and she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. The women in his time looked old before their time and everyone had scars...even him. After her first outburst she stopped talking.
Smack! Krycek's head bounced back on the wall bringing him out of his trance. He tried to grasp the rest of his memories, but all he could remember was leading the red hair woman back to the resistance camp. She must be in his time changing his past. So of course he wouldn't remember everything yet, she was still there making new memories for him.
"Krycek! Krycek what's happening?" He opened his eyes, stared into Ilias kind, and concerned blue eyes. Why couldn't these aliens have been humanity's first contact?
He mumbled something that he hoped resembled, "I'm fine. Don't worry." He felt like he drank too many beers and missed the high.
Ilias cocked his head to the side like a child, "You don't appear healthy. What happened?"
"Look I'm fine. A woman I know used my time device and is now in the future changing my past and the memories bulldozed me. That's all."
Alien voices crowded around inside his head clamoring and speaking to themselves. The chimes sounded louder. Maybe that's how they communicated? Oh fuck it. He wasn't a scientist. He closed his eyes again and leaned his head back against the wall. "Ilias, I'm hearing voices?"
"We are near the command center, my colleagues are one deck below us. They are trying to communicate with me. Come on stand up. I need to show you how to run the ship." Ilias withdrew a few paces to give him room to stand back up.
"Krycek will these memories overtake you again?"
Krycek ran his hands through his hair, resisting the urge to pull it out. Right now he felt fine, but he didn't have a warning the first time either. "I don't know, Ilias. I don't know."
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