Eli_Anne
"Damn it, it's not working!" bellowed Krycek in frustration. Dr. Schin had tried for over an hour to hypnotize Rogers, but it was no use - he wasn't amenable to her techniques. Krycek came up short when Scully slapped him across the face.
"Pull yourself together, Ratboy! You've been hollering the whole time - no wonder he won't go under. Skinner, why don't we toss him out of here?" Scully stood with her hands on her hips glaring at Krycek.
"Why you little squirt..." Before Krycek could do anything to her, Skinner grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him out of the hospital room.
"Krycek, I've had enough from you. All you've done is hinder our investigation at every turn. If you love Mulder the way you say you do why don't you get out of the way and let the doctor do her work? Otherwise, I'll take a stab at rearranging your face. Got that?" Skinner shook Krycek at the last statement, staring into the savage green eyes.
"Get your hands off of me you big slab of beef!" Krycek yanked his shirt out of Skinner's grip. "You'll never get anywhere with that scumbag using your mushy techniques. The FBI are such wimps. I know what I need to do to get the job done."
Skinner scowled at Krycek's suddenly calm demeanor. "You better not try to ditch us in this, I'm warning you. I'll haul you in for obstruction of justice."
"This ain't your turf, tough boy. I'm outta here." Krycek turned and sauntered down the hallway.
"Krycek! Damn." He returned to the hospital room.
"Scully, stay here with the doc and see if you can get anything out of Rogers. I'm going to follow Krycek - he's up to something."
"Sure thing, Sir. We'll get something out of this guy, I know it."
"I hope so. I don't know how long Mulder is going to last."
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Mulder shifted positions a little. His legs were cramping from kneeling by Cain's office chair. Cain had attached a leash to the ring in his penis and it was fastened to a wristband around Cain's right arm. His elbows were tied behind his back, straining his chest muscles. Despite his promises, Mulder had made a sudden dash for freedom when one of the attendants left a door open in Cain's apartment. Boy, he had paid for that when they caught him a few minutes later - his back was still very stiff from the beating he had received. Cain now led him around on this leash everywhere he went, making Mulder crawl on his hands and knees. The restraints he was currently wearing were not allowing him any relaxation or movement.
Mulder sighed and hung his head down to stretch his neck a little, although he felt little relief. Cain reached over and started stroking his hair; he was on the phone discussing a business deal. Mulder thought he might learn something of where he was or some way to get off the island by listening to these conversations, but the pain he was in hindered his concentration. His back was killing him! He felt tears suddenly well up - he thought about his Alex, somewhere out there alone, wondering where his Fox was. Maybe he thought Mulder had run away, or abandoned him! No, he had to believe Alex knew that he had left unwillingly. If only this whole age thing hadn't happened! If he had been his older self, there's no way Cain would have been that interested. From the other slaves around the compound, it was obvious Cain mostly enjoyed young men. He certainly wouldn't have liked the almost 40-year-old Mulder! Hell, Mulder didn't like the 40-year-old Mulder.
"What's this, my pet? Tears? What are these tears for?" Cain pulled Mulder's head up by the hair.
"My back hurts, that's all," lied Mulder.
"Well, pet, that's what you get for being disobedient. And after you promised! Get up here now!" Cain's voice suddenly changed from an insufferablely patronizing tone to a harsh commanding tone. Mulder groaned as he struggled to get up, recognizing that tone. He could barely move because his legs were almost asleep from kneeling so long. Cain roughly grabbed his upper arm and yanked him up.
"Get up, slave, or I'll get my crop, understand?" hissed Cain into Mulder's ear. Mulder stumbled about a bit as feeling returned to his legs, his arms screaming in pain from Cain jerking him about.
"Bend over the desk," Cain said, grabbing Mulder's hair and pushing his face down onto the desk. He kicked Mulder's legs apart and roughly started fucking him. Mulder cried out from the pain in his ass and the chain jerking on his penis. He struggled in vain against the desk, feeling violated and brutalized as Cain came with a yell. I guess I'm not getting the loving words today, Mulder thought ruefully. He was just thankful that this was a quickie.
"Joel, I'm ready for dinner - have the dining room prepared," Cain said into the intercom phone on his desk. He undid the quick release on Mulder's elbow restraints.
"I'm still mad at you, my pet, for trying to run away yesterday, so you don't get any dinner; however, you will be allowed to sit at my feet while I have dinner. Come along," said Cain, jerking on the chain. Mulder dropped to the floor and hobbled along behind Cain. When they got to the dining room, he crawled onto the low table and remained on his hands and knees. The dining room attendant placed a large tray across his back, and Cain began to eat. Mulder felt a few more tears fall - at least he could stretch out his back!
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Krycek deliberately strolled along at a leisurely pace, knowing Skinner would follow him. He kept his eye on the lumbering oaf to ensure he would not lose sight of him. His presence would not stop him from executing his plan. He only had to make one phone call, and he knew he would be able to get the information he needed. He could hang himself for not thinking of it before - Cain's name had sounded familiar. Back at the hotel he would make his call and then be on his way - all before Skinner would ever know about it. It didn't matter if that red-headed brat found out everything - they could never move as fast as he could. However, as long as Skinner was tailing him, neither Skinner nor Scully could do anything to interfere with his rescue. He would take no prisoners - he would show no mercy. He would avenge every little wrong perpetrated on his Fox by these bastards. Krycek stopped a moment to allow the boiling rage to subside. He had to stay calm, focused, and alert.
Krycek finally reached his room back at the hotel. He had left Skinner ensconced in the hallway; let him wait all day if he wanted. It didn't matter.
Krycek quickly packed his and Fox's suitcases. It was more painful than he thought to put Fox's things away, because he remembered the times Fox wore each outfit. This whole vacation had gone so horribly wrong - and he had meant it as a Christmas present! He would have to make it up to Fox somehow. He quickly finished and put the suitcases in the closet with a note to ship them back to DC. He sat on the sofa by the phone and proceeded to make his call.
"Yes?" A familiar gravely voice answered the private line, a voice he despised will all his heart.
"It's Krycek."
"Ah, my boy, it's so nice to hear from you. To what do I owe the pleasure of hearing from you?" CGB Spender took a long drag on a cigarette. Krycek could hear the old bastard slowly exhale. He remembered the ever present odor that hung around that man.
"Cutting right to the chase, I see. I need your help." There, he had said it.
"You need my help? And what makes you think I would want to help you? It seems you have failed me too many times in the past."
"I know you'll help me because it concerns a favorite of yours - Fox Mulder."
"Really? Has he gotten himself in trouble again?" chuckled Spender. "This isn't a joke. I know he means more to you than I really care to understand, you bastard, but this is important. His life is at stake."
"His life?"
"All I need to know is the location of Sterling Cain." Krycek stifled a sigh of relief at the sharp intake of breath at that name.
"How has Fox gotten himself mixed up with Cain?"
"All I know is Cain kidnapped him. I need to bring him back. Just tell me where he is!"
"That's ridiculous. Cain only kidnaps..." The phone went silent.
"Exactly. I think Fox's life is truly in danger. I need to find him now. Will you give me the location of Cain's island? I know the Consortium has tried to recruit him in the past, so I know you know where he is. TELL ME!" Krycek screamed, wishing he was in DC with his hands around the Smoker's neck.
"Do you have a fax machine where you are?" Krycek almost sobbed in relief -the Smoker was going to help!
"Yes - the number is 555-123-4567."
"I'll fax you a nautical map. Any captain or pilot should be able to read it and bring you there. Krycek, I want you to bring back my s...bring back Mulder. If you fail, and Cain hasn't killed you, I'll kill you myself. You understand?"
"Don't worry - I'm bringing him back." Krycek hung up on the Smoker. He leaned back into the sofa for a minute, relief washing over him. At last -he can finally do something. It's waiting around that always bugs him. "Fox, baby, I'm on my way. Hold on."
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"It didn't work, Sir. Rogers fear of Cain must be even stronger than his desire to help Mulder. What are we going to do?" Scully started crying. Skinner couldn't help but pull her into a bear hug; he had always felt protective of his two favorite agents, but since their change he had felt positively paternal. He pulled Scully close.
"Don't worry. Krycek may have found something. He got a fax before I left him sunning at the pool. I knew he was probably putting on an act, so I left one of the local cops watching him. I came back to see how it was going." Scully's tears stopped.
"Damn that Rogers! The doc had thought she was about to have a breakthrough when the nurse came in and sedated him! I couldn't convince her to stop -she told me to get home before my parents get worried. I hate this!"
"Scully, you should be used to this by now. Let's go spell that local cop and follow Krycek. I have a strong hunch that he's the key to all this."
"OK".
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Scully went down to the hallway where Skinner was watching Krycek's hotel door.
"It's almost 4 am, Sir, I'm here to spell you."
Skinner yawned and stretched, grinning as his back cracked in four places. Scully giggled, and he scowled at her.
"Don't laugh at your elders, young lady, or I'll ground you."
Scully giggled harder at that, and Skinner couldn't help but start laughing himself.
"Why is that so funny, Scully," Skinner choked out.
"You sounded just like my Dad!" Scully replied.
It took a few minutes for them to calm down.
"He hasn't budged from the room all night. The cop watching his balcony reported in a few minutes ago - nothing so far. You should have an easy watch." Skinner handed Scully the radio.
"You better catch up on your sleep, old man!"
"Watch it!" Skinner chuckled again as he walked away.
Scully shook her head, still laughing, as she sank into the couch in the hallway. She stared at Krycek's door, thinking about him sleeping. She had to admit, he was very handsome - most girls liked the bad boys and he was bad! No wonder Mulder was so in love with him. She was reminiscing about seeing the two of them in the grocery store when she heard a strange little sound, barely audible. She came alert. She heard another sound - it was coming from Krycek's room! She tiptoed to the door and placed her ear against the door. She couldn't hear anything now, but she had to get in that room! Luckily she had brought the little lock picking kit Mulder had given her for Christmas last year. She quickly picked the lock, pulled her gun, and glided into the room.
The hotel room was dark except for the light coming in from the terrace -the terrace door was open! She peeked into the bedroom and her heart sunk when she saw the empty bed! She ran to the terrace and saw the local cop lying on the ground unconscious.
Scully hesitated a moment - should she go back to get Skinner, or she should try to find Krycek? Every moment they waited meant Krycek was getting further away - and that meant Mulder was getting further away! She made up her mind - nimbly leaping over the terrace she jumped to the ground and started running toward the water.
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"I said I would pay you half now, half when we get back. You got that?" Krycek snarled into the boat captain's face. At the last minute the man had tried to renegotiate his fee.
"Yeah, yeah, ok. Where's the half?" The man's beady eyes gleamed when he opened the envelope Krycek handed him. There was a nice thick stack of 100s tucked neatly inside.
"You can count it later, we've already lost time with your fruitless bickering." Krycek sat inside the cabin, going over the things in his pack one more time. It's a good thing he never traveled without his professional gear as Mulder so irreverently called it. He was dressed all in black and had to pay attention to his breathing to keep it steady. He would never have the stamina to save Mulder if he wasted unnecessary energy.
"Let's go Ahab!" He yelled as the captain finally started the engine. He didn't notice the small red-headed figure crawl onto the boat and hide behind some boxes in the back of the boat.
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Cain, naked, circled the pale figure suspended from the ceiling. He was trying to contain his anger so he didn't kill Mulder, but it was difficult. He stopped in front of Mulder's drooping head. He pulled Mulder's head up. "You promised me, Fox. You promised me that if I let Alex live you would obey me in all things. But twice - twice! - you have disobeyed me. The first was that little escape attempt. I can forgive that because I know there really is nowhere for you to go. You would have just run until you tired and then we would have scooped you up. No harm done. But this - this I will find very hard to forgive..." He turned so Mulder could see his buttocks. A large bloody bitemark marred the smooth surface of Cain's left buttock.
Mulder couldn't stop from laughing quietly. After dinner, Cain had gone swimming, then wanted Mulder to rim his ass. Mulder hated that particular activity a lot - Cain would make him lick his asshole for what seemed like hours. After eyeing the hairy orifice for a moment Mulder couldn't help himself - he bit down hard on Cain's ass. He knew he would pay for it, but that didn't stop him.
Cain whipped around at the sound of Mulder's laughter.
"What is this?" he yelled, slapping Mulder with most of his strength. A livid red mark sprang up on Mulder's face, but it didn't stop the laughter. In fact, Mulder laughed even harder.
Cain went silent; he had never had a slave react like this before. He didn't know what to do. He felt something he hadn't felt in a long time - was it fear? Cain studied Mulder's face. How could a slave evoke a little thread of fear in him? It didn't make sense! He was the one in control; he owned Mulder. He did...didn't he?
The laughter subsided. Mulder felt a strange sort of emptiness fill his body. He could feel the pain in his body - the tight manacles around his wrists, his arms and shoulders aching from bearing his full weight - but it felt far away. Like it wasn't him that was feeling it anymore. He felt vaguely bemused that he could think about Scully at this moment - she would probably say I was disassociating, thought Mulder. I wonder how far away I could go? This is less painful then wondering when - or if - Alex would ever save him.
Cain continued to watch Mulder's face. He could almost see him withdraw into his mind; his eyes were open, but they were curiously empty. He couldn't remember any of his other slaves doing that, either. He wasn't sure what to do. He would have to get the caretaker in here.
Cain slowly backed toward the door, not taking his eyes off the still figure in the middle of the room. He was almost to the door when Mulder started humming quietly. Cain couldn't shut the door fast enough. What was happening?
Nicole, you're next!