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Mulder pulled away from Skinner and went to his VCR. He pushed the tape in and turned on the TV, settling back into the couch where Skinner had already planted himself. He snuggled into Skinner's side and hit the play button. An image of the room they had found Alex in appeared. The face of Jeffrey Spender appeared in the camera with a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Hello Fox. I'm making this tape to show you the kind of slut you've gotten yourself mixed up with. I've got the lovely Alex suspended in my little harness, and soon I'll be fucking him senseless. Once you receive this tape, son, I'll send you directions on where and when I'll meet you. The only way to save this little spitfire is to give yourself up to me. I guess it's time to get this show on the road, eh, Alex?"

Spender stood up and walked toward his captive. He used a remote control to zoom the camera in. Mulder felt his insides go to jelly when he saw the look in his lover's face.

"Fox, what are you doing!" yelled Krycek who was standing in the doorway. He was staring in horror at the tape. Before Mulder or Skinner could react Krycek dropped the blanket he had over his shoulders and ran to the VCR. He knelt in front of it frantically hitting buttons. He managed to stop the tape, but couldn't get it to eject.

"Alex, babe, what are you doing? Calm down," Mulder said. He knelt by Krycek, trying to sooth him by stroking his head.

"Get your hands off of me, you pervert!" screamed Krycek; he grabbed Mulder's hand and flung it away. Frustrated at his inability to get the tape out, he stood up, grabbed the VCR, and hurled it against the wall. It exploded into lots of little pieces. He grabbed the tape, which was still intact, and started slamming it against the floor. He didn't realize he was sobbing until Skinner covered Krycek's hands with his own, stopping him. The tape had been almost pulverized. All the strength he had been able to muster through his anger drained away, and he sagged against Skinner. He turned rage-filled eyes toward Mulder.

"You sick fuck! You know I didn't want you to watch that tape!"

"Alex, honey, I only wanted to know what that bastard had done to you.I want to help you." Mulder, hesitant moved closer to Krycek. Krycek pulled out of Skinner's arms and scooted back.

"You know what he did to me! He raped me and beat me! What more do you need to know?"

"Alex, please."

"Don't come any closer to me. I guess the acorn really doesn't fall far from the tree, eh? You're just like your father - sick and perverted, wanting to see me like that. I bet you were going to fuck Skinner after watching the tape - getting all turned on by seeing me tortured!" Alex stopped inching back when he felt the wall against his back. He hugged his knees, burying his face to hide his tears.

"Alex, that's not true! I love you, I'm nothing like the Smoker, you know that!" Mulder couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Krycek looked up, disbelief in his eyes. "Really? Then give me a good explanation for wanting to watch that tape!"

"I needed to know what happened to you so I could help you," Mulder said quietly. He started to doubt his own words. Why did he want to watch that tape? It was pretty obvious what Spender had done since they had found Krycek tied over the pommel horse. The whip marks, blood, and semen painted a pretty accurate picture of what had happened. Maybe he was perverted, like his father, wanting to see the tape. He stood up and strode to the window, looking out over the dark street. He suddenly felt shame course through his body; how could he have done this to his Alex, his love? He had even admitted to Skinner that if the roles were reversed he would never have wanted anybody to see the tape.

"I guess you're right, Alex," Mulder said softly. "I had no reason or right to watch that tape. Spender called you the slut, but I think we know who it really is." Mulder closed his eyes for a moment, then turned and quickly walked to the door. He slipped his running shoes on, grabbed his coat, and l eft the apartment without saying a word.

Krycek sat on the floor looking at the door. Skinner was cleaning up the destroyed tape and VCR, but keeping an eye on Alex.

After several minutes, Krycek struggled to get up, but his fatigue and pain got the better of him. He lay down on the floor and pulled the towel into a pillow under his head. He was almost asleep when he felt Skinner pick him up and carry him into the bedroom and lay him on the bed.

Krycek lay awake for a little while, wondering at his reactions. He could still feel his anger at Mulder boiling in his chest, but he couldn't understand why he wasn't angry at Skinner. Skinner had been sitting right next to Mulder on the couch, obviously willing and ready to watch the tape, but that didn't seem to matter. The thought of Mulder watching was so horrific - hot tears slid down his face again.

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Spender was parked in his car outside of Skinner's Cape Haven house. After narrowly escaping when Skinner, Mulder, and Scully had come charging in like the cavalry to save the green-eyed demon, he felt himself drawn to this house. He felt at home here, not that he could say why. He lit a cigarette and pushed the seat back. He replayed the images of Krycek in his mind. The begging was his favorite part. He moaned and pulled his cock out of his pants; it was swollen and dripping, and he started to stroke up and down.

Sam was floating around aimlessly in his house. He was angry because all of the inhabitants had left the house before he'd had a chance to finish with them. Hopefully they would come back soon.

Sam continued his musings until he felt the black, evil presence of the Smoker. He rushed out of the house and saw the same dark blue car that was often parked outside of the house. He chuckled when he saw the thoughts the evil one was thinking - it seems he'd tortured the green-eyed one, the one called Alex. Sam squirmed with delight amidst those thoughts until the Smoker dropped off to sleep. Sam rushed over and dove into his mind.

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The Smoker found himself standing in the middle of a desert. He looked around and was startled to see an alien spacecraft behind him. He was shocked to see his reflection - it was his old self again! He was naked and he could see his sunken chest, his flabby belly, his chicken legs, and to his greatest horror, his tiny, flaccid penis. They had taken it away from him, everything! He dropped to his knees and cried out in despair. He watched as the spacecraft opened and the bounty hunter approached him. "Why have you taken it all back! You promised me!"

"You have failed us. You had the green-eyed one in your grasp; you were supposed to use him to lure your son. Now you have neither. That is why we've taken back our gift."

"It wasn't my fault! I don't know how they found me!"

"Excuses!"

"Please -give me one more chance. I beg you!"

"Pathetic human - you've already had many chances."

"Just one more, please. I won't fail this time."

The bounty hunter just stared at him for a moment, his eyes unfocused.

"OK, human. My leader has granted you one last chance. Do not fail us."

"I won't!"

"When you have the two men, bring them here, to this house. You will have assistance here."

"Yes, whatever you say."

The bounty hunter returned to the ship, which immediately took off.

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Spender awoke with a start. He quickly kneaded his body, making sure it was still young. He sank back with relief. It was only a dream. But, it was like no other dream he had ever had. Was it real? He felt a cold fear race through his body - he had to do what the bounty hunter had said. He had no choice. He turned to look at the house, evil acknowledging evil. What better place to break his son and Krycek then in their own home? It was masterful. Spender turned on the car and sped off back to DC.

Sam swirled around with glee - the Smoker had been so easy to manipulate. He'd get those people back and then he would take his revenge!

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Mulder had no idea how long he had been walking. He hated himself - poor Alex would obviously be better off without him. He had been self-centered and totally oblivious to his lover's feelings. Why hadn't he just destroyed the tape himself?

"Because you are a perverted bastard, that's why," he said out loud, kicking hard at the snow drift by the sidewalk.

"Are you just discovering that, Fox? It's been obvious to me for quite a while, son."

Mulder whirled around; he saw the image of Jeffrey Spender standing in front of him. He was amazed - Krycek had told him that the Smoker had somehow reversed in age, but to see it up close was remarkable. Spender had bolted out of the apartment too quickly for them to get a good look earlier.

"Don't call me that!"

"What, 'son'? But you are my son - the little gift I sent you for Christmas proved it. There's no denying your parentage."

"You make me sick." Mulder surreptitiously searched for his gun, but like a dolt he had stormed out of his apartment without it. He didn't have his cell phone or his wallet either. He heard the click of a gun being cocked.

"That's enough, son. As you can see, I have the drop on you. Just get in the car quietly; don't make me shoot you."

Mulder weighed his options. Spender looked remarkably fit and he had a gun. If he could fake him out, maybe he could get away.

"OK, ok," he replied, slowly walking to the door. He suddenly whirled around to knock the gun out of Spender's hand, but the Smoker had anticipated just such a move. He had his aerosol can of chloroform in his hand and squirted it in Mulder's face. It wasn't enough to knock him out, but Mulder staggered, choking on the spray. Spender swung one good punch at Mulder's jaw. Mulder couldn't see because the spray had gotten in his eyes, and he fell flat on his back from the force of the blow. Spender quickly trussed him up, tying his hands behind his back and cuffing his ankles. He lifted Mulder into the backseat of his car, then hopped in the driver's seat and sped off.

Mulder groaned and spit out a mouthful of blood. He couldn't get oriented because of the chloroform spray and punch.

"Don't make a mess of my car, son, or I'll make you pay for the cleanup."

"Go to hell," Mulder mumbled.

"Now, is that any way to talk to your father? I can understand it when Alex speaks that way to me, but such low class people raised him. You, on the other hand, had the best of everything. I think Alex has been quite jealous of your upbringing. You certainly didn't have to turn tricks at the age of 14 to survive, did you? Of course, I've always kept close tabs on your progress, making sure that screw-up Bill Mulder didn't ruin you. I think you turned out quite nicely. Once I get Alex back, the three of us are going to have so much fun."

Mulder didn't say word; he remembered the note they had found in Alex's apartment, and Alex himself had said the Smoker had less then honorable intentions toward the two of them.

"Now rest, son, it will be a little while before we get to our destination."

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Mulder had fallen asleep in the car, so he had no idea how long they had been driving when he felt the car stop. He struggled to release his hands, but it was no use.

Spender opened the back door. Before dragging Mulder out, he tore of his overcoat, leaving Mulder in his sweats and T-shirt. He yanked him out of the car and swung him over his shoulder. Mulder had a hard time seeing where they were, but the emerging sunrise illuminated the house. They were back at Cape Haven! Mulder began struggling, fearing another encounter with the evil ghost in the house. Spender smacked him on the ass.

"Stay still! I don't want to drop you."

Spender walked up to the door and found the door open. He looked around for a moment, not quite sure what to do. He didn't feel Sam reaching into his mind.

"Ah, the basement. That's where we'll go. Now, what's this?" he said, looking at the sturdy padlock Skinner had used on the cellar door. He placed his gun directly on the lock and shot it off. He flung open the cellar door, flipped on the light, and carried Mulder down.

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