Future Jump r6-Nicole-p1
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.
***
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.
***
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.
***
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.
***
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.
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