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The human stood as if in a trance as Armando moved toward him. Armando continued to mentally manipulate the young beauty until his eyes closed and a soft moan escaped his lips.

"You like that, human? Does it feel good?" Armando took the man's arm and led him into a deserted alley. "What's your name?"

The human could barely mumble. "Steve," he whispered, his eyes remaining closed. He found himself leaning into Armando as bolts of pleasure ignited his groin.

"Steve, you're beautiful."

"Uh huh..."

Armando turned Steve to face the wall; they were standing beyond a dumpster so nobody could see them from the street. He started stroking the man's back causing him to arch and groan with pleasure.

"Oh, don't stop..." Although he was almost completely lost in sensation, a small part of Steve's mind was trying to warn him, trying to remind him that he wasn't gay, that this stranger was dangerous. He quickly stilled that small voice when Armando slipped his hands under Steve's shirt and started stroking his nipples.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Armando whispered into Steve's ear, nibbling on the earlobe before kissing down his neck. He firmly bit the spot where the neck joins the shoulder.

"Yes, please!" cried Steve as he jumped at the quick pain; he had never felt such an urge before, and he couldn't control himself at all.

Armando quickly stripped Steve's clothes off as the young man propped himself up against the wall. He was moaning and writhing as if he was fucking the wall. Armando laughed as he watched; humans were so easily manipulated by their pleasure centers - they had very little control over themselves. It made them utterly delicious prey.

"Please fuck me," Steve moaned, turning to look at the handsome stranger. He was rubbing his face into the bricks of the wall, desperate for any kind of friction and sensation in his body. "Please."

"Whatever you say, Steve."

Armando grabbed Steve by the arm and neck and pressed him firmly against the wall. He had already unzipped his pants and his huge erection was dripping. He kicked the human's legs apart, positioned himself, then plunged his cock into the virgin asshole. Steve screamed at the sudden penetration, but started squirming in pleasure as Armando brutally fucked him. His free arm was grasping at the bricks in a vain attempt to get some leverage.

Armando drank in the whirl of emotions from the human - the lust, the pain, the fear. He moved his hand from Steve's neck up into his hair. Feeding was best at the moment of climax, and he could feel it coming soon.

Steve managed to turn his head slightly to the side to get a glimpse of his...lover? Attacker? He couldn't remember. He could feel the pounding speed up; the stranger was close to coming. He finally focused on the face behind him; his sanity fled a moment before the horrible creature behind him roared in orgasm as it plunged it's fangs deep into the back of his neck and skull, draining the life out of him.

***

Fairfax, Virginia
Tuesday, November 30, 1999
3:00 a.m.

Skinner woke slowly, not sure what had aroused him. He looked at the clock and groaned at the time. They were going to have to head back to the office in a few hours and he'd only gotten a couple hours of sleep. Mulder was insatiable! It was like they had finally opened the floodgates to ten years of pent up sexual passion and frustration. Skinner thought he'd have to increase the intensity of his workouts if he was going to have to satisfy Mulder on regular basis. He turned over to look at his lover and realized what had awakened him. Mulder was deep in the throes of a nightmare, sweating profusely, his limbs twisted in the sheets. He periodically let out a little cry of fear. Skinner reached over to gently wake him up when he suddenly arched up and let out a scream of such anguish, such agony, that Skinner actually fell over onto the floor in shock. The loud thump did succeed in waking Mulder up; he relaxed into the bed, looking around in a daze trying to figure out where he was. When he saw Skinner get off the floor, he started laughing despite the remnants of fear lingering in him. Skinner turned on the light before returning to the bed; he helped Mulder untwist the covers and settle back into bed. Only then did he speak.

"Fox, do you want to tell me what that dream was about?" He was sitting up against the backrest he used for reading; Mulder scooted over to cuddle up against him, burying his face in Skinner's chest.

"Talk to me," he prodded gently.

"It was...it was the last time I went to the Mercy club with Patterson. I finally remember everything that went on that night," Mulder whispered all this without raising his face from Skinner. He didn't want to talk about it, he wanted to just forget everything.

"Tell me."

Mulder couldn't resist the gentle yet firm tone of voice Skinner used. He looked up at his lover's face; he saw the love and compassion that he had never gotten from Bill or anybody. He couldn't hide anything from this man.

"OK, but just let me continue to the end. I'll never be able to get through it if you ask any questions. Promise?"

"I promise. I'll hold all questions until the end. But I want you to sit and look at me while you're talking. We're in this together, Fox - you and me. Whatever that sick fuck does to you he does to me, OK? You are not alone." Skinner pulled Mulder up into a sitting position. He placed his hands on Mulder's face to look him in the eyes. "You are not alone, OK?" Skinner let go as he saw the mute acceptance in Mulder's eyes. "Go ahead."

Mulder settled into the pillows. He pulled the sheet and blanket up to his chin, grabbing it so tightly his knuckles went white. His voice trembled a little as he began the story of that terrible night.

"It was the night before I left BSU and Patterson forever..."

***

Patterson's apartment
April 28, 1989
10:00 p.m.

Mulder lay in a ball on Patterson's bed awake, staring out the window. He watched as the moon cast shadows from the window onto the floor of the bedroom. It made him think of a jail cell. He jumped a little when he felt Patterson run a hand up and down his spine; he could feel a bout of nausea come on at the thought of taking Patterson's cock again.

"Fox, baby, you're too thin. I can feel all your bones," Patterson said. "You should eat more."

"I don't get hungry when I'm on a case," Mulder replied. He curled himself up tighter. He had to find a diplomatic way to tell Patterson to lay off, but he couldn't think of one. It seemed like anything he said lately set Patterson off and sent his fists flying. He couldn't take another hit to the kidneys right now - they were aching already.

Patterson took Mulder by the shoulder to turn him over. He took Mulder's chin in his hand to raise his eyes.

"You should take better care of yourself. Do I need to have one of the other agents baby-sit you?"

"No, no, Bill, that's not necessary. I'll eat more, I promise." Mulder shuddered, hoping he had convinced Bill he was sincere. It must have worked, because his face had softened as he pulled Mulder close for a kiss.

"I want to feel your mouth on my cock, Fox," Patterson said as he ran his tongue along his lover's plump lower lip. Mulder let out an almost imperceptible sigh as he shifted himself down. He stared at Patterson's fat red cock for a moment - this cock which seemed to control his life. He felt a surge of pure hate course through his body - maybe he should just bite it off! Patterson wouldn't be able to punch him then! Mulder quickly clamped down on those thoughts at the sound of Patterson's voice.

"What are you waiting for, Fox? Obey me now." Patterson smiled when he saw Mulder's eyes look up at him for a moment, the fear readily apparent. Since the first time he had punished Fox last year he had been refining his technique. His sweet little lover didn't dare wink at him the wrong way anymore. Fox couldn't be more loving, compliant and obedient; Patterson finally had what he wanted. He lay back to enjoy the blow job as Mulder expertly worked his cock. The younger man knew his place and knew his purpose in life was to serve Patterson. Every once in a while he would bring Mulder to the Mercy club to remind him what would happen if he tried to leave - he had threatened Fox with punishment on the raised platform and once he had even threatened to sell him to the club. If he had tried to leave, Patterson would sell the bounty rights to the club and anyone who was able to recapture Fox would be amply rewarded. Fox would then become a permanent part of the decor. He remembered how Fox had almost fainted when he was told the last bit of news. The poor boy believed everything he said! As if Bill would give up Fox for anything. His thoughts began to lose focus as he felt his orgasm approach. He cried out as he shot his come down Fox's throat. He stroked Mulder's hair as he lay his head on Patterson's thigh.

"I love you, Fox."

"I love you too, Bill." Mulder closed his eyes as he submitted to Patterson's caresses. A blow job was better than a fucking - at least he could space out during a blow job; his body betrayed him when he was being fucked and he couldn't stop himself from participating. Patterson started stroking Mulder's lower lip with his thumb; Mulder opened his mouth and started to suckle on the finger. He opened his eyes to look at Patterson. He looked...happy? Triumphant? I guess it doesn't matter, thought Mulder. I'm his until he lets me go.

Patterson didn't notice the tear that slipped down Mulder's cheek. He felt a surge of energy and didn't want to stay at home. A trip to the Mercy was in order.

****

"I don't want to go! I hate that place!" Mulder stood in the corner of the room, naked and trembling. He couldn't believe he was defying Bill in this manner, but he did not want to go.

Patterson approached him with a thunderous look. He was already dressed in his usual outfit. His fists were clenched.

"What did I tell you about talking back to me?" he yelled as he punched Mulder in the back. Mulder slumped to the ground with a cry. Patterson leaned over to punch him again.

"I'm sorry, Bill, but please don't make me go," Mulder pleaded through his tears. His back was throbbing painfully, and he knew he'd be urinating blood tomorrow.

"You have no choice. Now get dressed." Patterson grabbed Mulder's arm and yanked him to his feet. He dragged him to the closet and got out the leather pants and cropped T that he always wore to the club. He threw them and Mulder onto the bed.

"If you aren't dressed when I come back, you'll really regret it." To emphasize his point, he grabbed Mulder's nipples and twisted them hard until Mulder cried out again. He then slapped him across the face and stormed out of the room.

Mulder lay on the bed crying. I wish he would just kill me, he thought; or, I could do it myself. I have no escape except death; I'll just take my gun and...Mulder sat up as he heard Bill stomping around the apartment. Who am I kidding? I'm too much of a coward. Besides, Bill is only giving me what I deserve. Just like Dad.

Mulder shakily put the T-shirt on; the pants were going to be harder to get on because of his back. He slowly stood, but couldn't straighten up all the way yet. He began working the pants on.

Patterson briefly stopped by the bedroom to see what was going on. Mulder was struggling with the pants; Patterson smiled at his success and went back into the living room to wait.

***

Mercy Club
April 28, 1989
11:00 p.m.

"Are Armando or Marco here tonight?" Patterson asked the bouncer at the door as he led Mulder into the club.

"Nah," grunted the behemoth who didn't take his eyes off of Mulder.

"Thanks," replied Patterson as he dragged Mulder behind him. Mulder looked back at the bouncer; the huge man gave him a wink and a smirk that troubled him greatly.

"Stay right next to me, baby. You know it's not safe for a pretty thing like you to wander alone."

"Thanks, but I'll be OK."

"Fox, don't talk to him!" snapped Patterson.

"Sorry, Bill."

Fox braced himself for the onslaught of sensation that always accompanied a visit to the Mercy. He never could understand Bill's fascination with this place. Despite the primal terror he felt every time he saw Marco and Armando, he had been hoping they were here. Bill never stayed when those two were in the club. No such luck tonight.

"Want anything to drink, Fox?" Patterson asked as they stopped by the bar.

"Just some water, please."

"Fine." Patterson was talking to the bartender leaving Mulder to look around the club. Something was bothering him and he couldn't quite figure it out. He thought the clientele looked different, and he had never seen the door bouncer before. He started to feel very afraid. He looked at the main attraction tonight. A young blond man was chained to the platform. The obligatory clamps and weights were attached to his nipples, penis, and scrotum, and he was undergoing the same sort of whipping as everybody else who got up there. There was never any variety - these people seemed to have no imagination. Bill didn't seem to notice anything different, but Mulder could feel his skin crawl. He moved closer to Patterson, trying to grasp at anything that approached normalcy. He knew he would pay for it later, but he had to try to convince Patterson to leave.

"Bill, please, can we go? I don't feel so good," Mulder said as he turned to face Patterson.

Patterson frowned. Fox was taking a big chance by expressing his own desire so openly; he thought he'd cured him of that little flaw a while ago.

"I don't want to leave. That's my final decision."

"But Bill..." Mulder stopped abruptly at the look on Patterson's face. "I'm sorry, Bill." He looked up at Patterson with his most hang-dog expression. It usually worked to get him out of some trouble.

Patterson reached over to stroke Mulder's hair. "Apology accepted. Now keep your mouth shut like a good boy. OK?"

"Yes, Bill, I will." Mulder turned to face the dance and performance floor again. He was not going to get through to Bill at all tonight. He'd have to just keep his eyes open.

***

Mercy Club
April 28, 1989
12:00 a.m.

Mulder was sitting in the back of a small booth in the corner, his head nodding in fatigue. Bill was next to him, chatting away with one of his many acquaintances at the club. He hated feeling trapped like this, but Bill had found it was the only way he could relax and talk without worrying that someone would snatch Mulder away from him.

Despite Mulder's earlier fears, nothing had happened. He looked at his watch and noticed that it was midnight. They'd only been there for one hour! He wanted to cry, or scream, or something. He wanted to go home, even if it meant opening himself up to that demanding cock. Anything would be better than this.

Mulder's fatigue magically vanished when he saw Armando and Marco enter the club. Bill hadn't noticed, but Mulder was too afraid to tell him. He felt Armando's eyes instantly find him and lock on. Mulder sank back into the booth. He felt numb when he saw a couple of the bouncers pull large wooden doors closed in front of the door to the outside, and around the club some of the clientele were pulling large black drapes from the ceiling to cover the disgusting walls. Mulder began to whimper in fear when Marco and Armando approached.

"Bill, thank you for coming tonight."

Bill scowled at the impeccably dressed duo. He should have asked the bouncer if they were ever going to be at the club - what a stupid oversite on his part.

"You're welcome, but we're not staying. Come on, Fox." Patterson grabbed Mulder's arm and pulled him out of the booth. He walked toward the entrance and was almost on top of it before he noticed the new set of doors blocking the way. He slowly turned and noticed that he and Fox were the center of attention.

"OK, this isn't funny. Let us out of here now."

"No," Marco replied quietly. He snapped his fingers and there was a sudden flurry of activity.

Two bouncers grabbed Mulder by the arms and hoisted him into the air, carrying him over to Marco. They dropped him to his knees and held him down. Two other bouncers grabbed Patterson and brought him to the front wall of the club. The black drapes were pulled aside and Patterson's face went white when he saw the writings on the wall. They were unspeakably ancient and evil, and even though he couldn't read the actual text, he knew he was in big trouble. His two captors quickly stripped him out of his clothes and bolted him to the wall. He couldn't move at all. He could only watch.

Marco looked down at Mulder. He wasn't trying to struggle out of the grip of his minions, but he looked like he was going to faint. Marco snapped his fingers again, and Armando brought over a cup full of a steaming liquid. Marco squatted down to look into Mulder's face.

"My lovely Fox, I want you to drink this. It will help you be strong through the ceremony."

Mulder eyed the cup suspiciously and turned his face away. Marco looked at the two men holding him; one of them grabbed Mulder's face and pinched his jaw open. The other man took the cup and slowly poured the concoction down Mulder's throat. He choked trying to swallow the hot liquid, but managed to keep most of it down.

"Prepare him," Marco commanded then walked away. Mulder couldn't see where he went, but suddenly he didn't care. The potion they made him drink was starting to work, and he could feel himself lose control of his limbs. Despite this loss of control, he felt oddly animated. The two men stripped off his clothes and put a leather harness with an amazing number of buckles and snaps on him. He couldn't keep track of what went where. When they were done, they carried him over to a table that had appeared in the middle of the club. The D-rings on the harness were attached to bolts on the table and he was completely immobilized. He felt the feeling come back into his arms and legs, but it was useless. He couldn't move.

Mulder could hear all kinds of activity around him, but he couldn't see anything. The raised platform was moved so it was above him, and he could see the young blond man from earlier in the evening strapped face down. Mulder could look into the other man's eyes through the platform; he saw terror in those blue eyes. Standing above the blond was Armando dressed in a robe with more of the obscenely evil markings woven in. Marco came into Mulder's view; he was standing next to the table, also dressed in a robe. His robe was plain.

Marco leaned over so he could look directly into Mulder's eyes.

"Fox, Fox, you are so lovely. And yet, there is so much more in you that hasn't yet come out. I've made my final decision - I am not going to take you as my companion now. I am going to wait 13 years and then I shall take you. You will have reached your peak then, and I will halt the aging process so you won't ever change."

"Thirteen years seems to be a long time to wait," Mulder said, surprised that he felt like talking at all.

"Oh, sweet one, when you are as old as I, it's like the blink of an eye."

"How old are you?" Mulder asked. Marco leaned closer, letting a little bit of his true self shine through his eyes. Too much, and this human would lose his sanity forever. Mulder looked away quickly when he saw those ancient, evil eyes.

"Leave him alone! He's mine!" Patterson screamed impotently from the wall. Marco turned an angry glance at him; he quietly spoke a few words in an ancient tongue and made a quick hand gesture. Patterson moaned as his mouth sealed up using its own flesh.

Mulder felt his skin crawl at the words Marco spoke; he couldn't see what had happened but he didn't really want to know.

Marco turned his attention back to Mulder.

"Fox, I'm going to wait thirteen years. However, I can't have your tight little asshole fucked by every man you meet. You are too passionate and too sexy to be alone for long, so I'm going to have to perform a little ceremony to keep you pure until I come for you. With the help of blondie up there and Patterson we'll fix you right up. OK?"

"Please, leave me alone," Mulder moaned.

"That's not an option. Now be quiet or I will have to do to you what I did to your lover."

Marco signaled Armando who began to whip the blond with a metal whip with sharp barbs studding its length. Mulder watched helplessly as the blond screamed in agony, his blood slowly dripped down his sides and onto Mulder. Armando began chanting in the ancient language.

Marco took a small object and began writing words on Mulder's body in the blood. Mulder screamed when he realized it was the severed hand of a newborn baby.

"Stop! Stop! Please stop!" he cried, his terror growing as he saw Marco and Armando slowly transform into hideous creatures. Armando stopped whipping the blond when he felt he was about to die. He knelt in at the side of his victim and clamped his huge jaws on the blond's neck and sucked the rest of his life out. Mulder's mind couldn't grasp exactly what any of this looked like - these creatures were too evil to be completely grasped by the feeble human brain. He closed his eyes and began sobbing piteously. His eyes popped open again, when he heard a muffled scream come from Patterson.

Armando was standing at Mulder's side when Marco returned, holding a small bowl. They had both reverted back to their human costumes. Marco smiled at Mulder.

"We're almost done, sweet one. We have to break the control Patterson has over you. In this bowl is blood that ran from the head of his penis - don't worry, I didn't cut it off. I simply pierced it with a spike. His penis will heal quickly, as will yours when we've done the same to you. Armando?"

Armando moved down to Mulder's crotch and firmly grasped his penis. Mulder tried vainly to struggle out of his restraints. Armando took the metal spike and carefully placed it against the head. He quickly pierced the head and withdrew it, he caught the blood in another bowl. Mulder screamed and passed out.

Mulder awoke a few moments later at a few words from Marco. He could feel only a dull throb from his penis.

"We didn't want you to feel too much pain, Fox, so I damped it for you. It will heal quickly, I promise." Marco had a third bowl in his hand.

"In this bowl I've combined your blood and Patterson's - as well as a few other items I don't think you want to know about. After you and he have drunk from it, you will both be free."

Armando held Mulder's mouth open as Marco poured in half of the blood. Mulder choked at the disgusting and evil taste, but he couldn't stop from swallowing. He lay alone for a few moments as the two went to Patterson to force the other half down his throat.

Marco returned to Mulder.

"You will soon lose consciousness, Fox, and your memory of all of this will be gone. I'm going to leave a few subliminal messages for you. Tomorrow I want you to ask for a transfer out of BSU to VCU. You will no longer have any relationship with Patterson. You will have no relationships with anybody at all, ever. Your only sexual relief will be by your own hand. I want you to be pure when I return for you. In thirteen years, we will perform another ceremony and you will be my companion forever. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Armando returned to the table after giving Patterson his instructions. He sighed, regretting this whole course of action. He had wanted to take Fox the first time he saw him. Damn his uncle! Who cares about what this human would be like in thirteen years? He wanted him now! He would have to figure out a plan to get him before his uncle could complete the final ceremony.

"Fox, you're losing consciousness. We'll return you to your own apartment. Remember my instructions. I'll see you soon."

Marco stroked his forehead as Mulder faded out...

***

Fairfax, Virginia
Tuesday, November 30, 1999
5:00 a.m.

Skinner grabbed Mulder to keep him from falling to the floor. He had fainted at his last words. He looked at the pale, haunted face of his lover. How could anybody have lived through that? Skinner gathered the unconscious Mulder up in his arms, hugging him fiercely, tears streaming down his cheeks. How could one fight such evil? Would he lose Fox after all? Skinner continued to gently rock Mulder as he cried and prayed for guidance.

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