R5-Jo-p2

Dr. Tammy Schin's Office
Hamilton, Bermuda

"Mr. Krycek, concentrate on my voice. You are growing tired. Very tired."

Schin's voice was gentle and soothing as the young man felt himself drift on the soft tones. They had filled the Doctor in about Agent Mulder's disappearance and the questions they wanted her to ask him.

"I'm going to count backwards from ten. When I come to the number one you will remember everything that has happened to you in the last few weeks and answer any question I may put to you. Do you understand?" Doctor Schin asked.

"Yes." Krycek stared sightlessly at the facetted crystal that was dangling from the doctor's slender fingers. He felt like he was answering from faraway.

Scully stood across the room watching. She had some questions that she wanted answers to. Only after Krycek revealed what happened to her partner.

Krycek had a distant look on his beautiful face when the doctor reached the number one.

"Mr. Krycek, I want you to go back to the night Mr. Mulder disappeared. Tell me what you two did together before he was taken?"

"We had a quiet dinner in our room. Fox had been upset from an earlier incident in the day and wasn't able to eat anything. He did have a beer. Then we went to bed. It was the first night in a long time that we hadn't made love. I held him as he fell asleep."

"What happened earlier to make Fox upset?"

"H-he was almost raped by two men in the restroom of the clubhouse."

"Do you know who these men are that attacked him?" Schin asked, taking notes.

"Their names are Cecil and Liam Braithwaite, they are twin brothers. They had a companion distract me on the beach, so they could get to Fox."

"Fox was able to get away from these men?"

"Not on his own. I broke into the restroom and rescued him. I-I made sure that the Braithwaite's would not be raping anyone else in the near future."

"What did you do?"

"I nailed them both in their balls then twisted their penises until they were severely strained. They won't be able to have sex for weeks...maybe months. I also broke a few of their ribs."

"I see," the Doctor said softly. "Could these men have been responsible for Fox Mulder's disappearance?"

"No. They were in no shape." He swallowed as he remembered. "T-Their boss Rogers took Fox."

"How do you know the name of the man they work for?"

"Rogers told me after they took Fox from me." A sob broke free from Alex's throat.

"Remember back to that incident, Mr. Krycek, and tell me what happened."

"I-I remember waking to hands holding me down then an object was forced into my mouth. I tried to struggle, but they had caught me by surprise and had me bound before I could do anything. Fox...they drug Fox...he never even woke up." Tears were flowing down Alex's cheeks as he retold the story that he had only now remembered. "They drew several vials of blood from him before stuffing his unconscious body inside a laundry sack. Oh God, he's alive!" In the back of Krycek's mind he had been afraid that Fox was really dead, now he knew that it wasn't true.

"They carried him out of the hotel in a laundry bag?" the Doctor asked.

"Yes."

"What happened to you after they left?"

"Rogers, their leader, wanted to gloat about how easily he had taken Fox from me. I told him that I would kill him and his men. I would never forget their faces. He laughed in my face and said I'd never remember him or what had happened to Fox. Then one of his men pulled a long needle from his bag and..." Krycek shuddered.

"And, Mr. Krycek?"

"He shoved it through the side of my eyeball into my brain. The next thing I remembered was Officer Stark shaking me awake and charging me with the murder of my lover." Krycek buried his face in his hands and sobbed. "Oh Fox, where are you?"

 

"Mr. Krycek, calm down." When he was back under control the Doctor turned to Scully. "Do you have any questions for him?"

Scully stood there stunned. She had been sure that he had done something sinister to her partner. Regardless of how he innocent he acted. "Yes. Ask him about Melissa Scully's murder. I want to know if he was present when she died."

The doctor looked questioningly at Scully, then turned back to Krycek. "Mr. Krycek, I want you to remember back to Melissa Scully's murder and tell me where you were at the time?"

"I-I was in Agent Scully's apartment," he said in a weak voice.

"What happened to Melissa?" the Doctor asked.

"My partners and I were searching Scully's apartment for the DAT tape. She wasn't supposed to be there...no one was supposed to be there. We were just instructed to get the DAT tape and get out...but Louis...Louis shot Melissa when she came through the door. The bastard was trigger-happy. I didn't even have time to stop him...all I could do was call for an ambulance. We fled before it got there." Krycek was rocking slightly, his voice filled with anguish.

Scully had always wondered who had called for the ambulance. Melissa would have died from blood loss, if that telephone call been placed so quickly. At least it gave her sister a few more hours of life. Enough time for their mother to say her good byes.

"Anything else, Agent Scully?" Schin asked.

"No. You can bring him out of it now. Have him recall everything, except the questions about Melissa," she said.

"Mr. Krycek, I'm going to count to five, when I reach five you will remember everything we talked about today, except for any questions about Melissa. When you awake you will feel refreshed. One--two--three--four--five."

Krycek's long lashes fluttered, and he blinked his eyes as awareness came back to him. He leaped to his feet. "I'll kill that bastard when I get my hands on him!"

"Krycek, do you have any idea how to find the man who took Mulder?" Scully asked. She didn't have time to thank the Doctor as she rushed after Krycek as the young man stormed out of the office.

"Not yet. But I know his face and his name!"

"Krycek, a lot of men are named Rogers. To find the right one is going to be next to impossible," Scully said, pulling her car keys out as she rushed after him.

"But it shouldn't be that hard to locate a Cecil and Liam Braithwaite. They might know how to find Rogers or have more information on him."

***

Skinner sat across from his contact outside on a crowded patio. The handsome young man in this mid thirties glanced around nervously. The A.D. had put out inquires looking for information on any young men who may have mysteriously vanished from Bermuda or the surrounding islands.

"A.D. Skinner, I wasn't suppose to remember. If it wasn't for my freak accident I probably would still be clueless about what happened to me during those missing two years of my life," Matt Davis said.

"What happened to you, Mr. Davis?"

Davis looked around the patio, then leaned forward and whispered, "I was kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery." The younger man picked up the water glass and sipped from it nervously. He put the glass back down and looked into Skinner's brown eyes. "A.D. Skinner, I don't remember everything that happened to me only bits and pieces, some memories are clearer than others. The man who owned me was into sadomasochism. I-I remembered the whippings and being forced to come over and over again, or not being allowed to come for days. My most vivid memory was of the day he branded me. I still have the brand on my inner thigh. It had driven me nuts for years not knowing how I had received it."

"Mr. Davis, do you know who this man was or where you were being held?" Skinner asked, looking up as Krycek and Scully stepped out onto the crowded patio. He motioned for them to hang back, not wanting his contact to be frightened off.

Krycek and Scully quietly took a seat at the table behind Skinner and Davis. Close enough that they could overhear their conversation.

"Cain. I don't know his first name. Mr. Cain was the name his men called him. The others slaves and I were forced to call him master." The man swallowed and glanced away blushing.

"Do you know where you were being held?" Skinner asked.

"No. I was kept in the stable most of the time. The only other part of the property I saw in my two years there was the swimming pool. I'm sorry. I'm not being much help."

"No. You've been a big help, Mr. Davis. Can you tell me what Cain looks like?" Skinner caught Krycek's eye over Davis' shoulder as he leaned in closer.

"That's the most frustrating part. His face is always blurred in my memories. The only clear feature that I can remember are his cold blue eyes." Davis shivered. His eyes suddenly widened as one of the men from his worst nightmares stepped out onto patio. Davis stood abruptly and his chair toppled over backward crashing loudly onto the concrete patio. "I'm sorry, I don't want to talk about this anymore." He turned and fled.

Rogers froze as he caught sight of one of Cain's former slaves talking to a large bald man. He didn't notice Krycek until the young man was out of his chair and weaving his way around tables and people to get to him. When Rogers' eyes finally met Krycek's smoldering-green one, he turned and fled. He wondered how it was possible that Krycek remembered him as he ran through the main dining room. No one had ever recalled anything after being given the memory-suppressant drugs.

Scully and Skinner raced after Krycek. Neither one had ever seen the look of uncontrolled rage on the younger man's usually emotionless face. They knew if they didn't catch up to him before he caught the man he was chasing, then that man was a dead man.

Rogers' lungs burned as he dashed across the parking lot and into the public park. He couldn't believe his dismal luck. Cain's private helicopter had only just dropped him off in Bermuda, and the first place he entered, he would have to come face to face with the man who wanted him dead. Krycek! The man Cain had sent him to learn all he could about, before killing. He was to bring Krycek's body back to Cain. He still had a chance of doing the later, if he could make it to the cliffs. Krycek would run over the edge before he noticed the drop off. Cain would just have to do without the body.

Krycek jumped over a park bench gaining ground on the older man, who had a good head start on him. He forced himself to run even faster when the Rogers disappeared into some trees. The triple agent pursued the older man over the uneven dirt path. Krycek was only a few feet behind Rogers when the older man suddenly veered to the right. Krycek didn't have time to change directions as he crashed through some foliage and suddenly the ground disappeared from beneath his feet. He saw the jagged rocks at the bottom of the cliff coming up fast and with catlike grace Krycek twisted his body in midair and grabbed hold of a bush growing out of the side of the cliff. The foliage cut into his palms, but he held on tight as his arms were stretched and his shoulders ached from the suddenness at which he had stopped his descent. Krycek groaned as his body slammed into the solid side of the rocky cliff. He was dazed as he looked down, then up. He was hanging suspended nearly halfway down the hundred foot high cliff. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and the only thought he had was how he had failed his lover by not catching the one man who might have led him to Fox.

Skinner and Scully were only a dozen yards behind Krycek when they saw him drop from sight.

"Scully, I'll get the UNSUB! You see if Krycek is all right!" Skinner yelled as he ran after Rogers. Knowing that this man had something to do with Mulder's disappearance and Skinner was not going to let him get away.

Scully crept toward the edge of the drop off that had been hidden behind the dense foliage. The bush had been damaged when Krycek's body crashing through it. There was a warning sign posted about the drop off only five feet from the bushes where Krycek had gone through. Scully looked down the path in both directions and noticed several warning signs posted every twenty feet. The cliff was clearly marked and visible further down. She got on her belly and crawled the rest of the way to look over the edge. Scully breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Krycek still alive and dangling from a branch halfway down the cliff. "ALEX! Hang on! I'm going back for help!" Scully shouted.

"SCULLY, FORGET ABOUT ME! GET ROGERS! RESCUE FOX!"

"Skinner is chasing Rogers! Hang on! I'll be right back!" Scully didn't give him time to protest as she scrambled away from the edge and regained her feet. She ran back to the restaurant and flagged down a passing patrol car.

Krycek didn't know how long he'd be able to hold on to the branch. The blood from his palms was making it slippery. He wasn't able to find purchase for his feet on the smooth rock surface. "Think about Fox, he needs you," he muttered to himself. Envisioning the beautiful face of his lover gave him the strength to hold on tighter. He closed his eyes against the painful burning in his shoulders and hands. He prayed that Skinner would be able to catch Rogers.

***

Skinner's lungs were on fire as he stayed on UNSUB'S tail. He'd give anything to have his gun with him, but Bermuda's law didn't allow foreigners to carry firearms on their soil. The A.D. thought for sure that he was going to lose the man as he kept falling further and further behind. Then suddenly the UNSUB tripped and Skinner was able to catch up to him, tackling the man as he was regaining his feet.

Rogers drove his fist into Skinner's stomach.

The A.D. grunted, ignoring the pain. He thought angrily that this man knew where Mulder had been taken. Skinner slammed his fist into the side of the smaller man's face.

Rogers kicked out at the A.D., connecting with the large man's chest, he heard a rib snap as his foot made contact. Instead of dropping Skinner, it had the opposite affect and drove the big A.D. into a blind rage.

Skinner slammed his fist into the UNSUB's gut then followed it quickly with an upper cut to the jaw and another one to the face.

Rogers was bleeding profusely from a cut above his eye, making it hard for him to see as he struck back. His fist glanced off Skinner's chin. The distant sound of sirens reached his ears as he pulled the knife from his boot. If he was captured it would mean his life. Sterling Cain would never allow him to live.

Skinner saw the knife coming up toward his unprotected belly and lowered his arm. The blade sliced through his forearm and glanced off the bone. Skinner bellowed in pain and drove his knee into the man's unprotected groin.

Rogers didn't see the knee coming; blood was obscuring his vision. He sank to the ground in pain, just as two police cruisers screeched to a halt on the field beside where the two men fought. Office Stark jump out of one the cruisers and ran to Skinner's assistance. "A.D. Skinner, what's going on?"

"This man was involved in my agent's disappearance. I want him placed under tight guard!" Skinner held his arm against his side as he spoke. The Earth was swaying unsteadily beneath his feet. Stark helped him over to the patrol car as the other three officers frisked then handcuffed Rogers.

"How do you know he had something to do with Fox Mulder's disappearance?"

"I-I was interviewing a Mr. Matthew Davis who had been kidnapped from Bermuda eight years ago. His memory returned after he was struck by lightning while water skiing. When the Davis spotted this man he panicked, and at the same time Krycek took off after him," Skinner said, nodding toward the man, he paled suddenly. "Oh God! Krycek! I have to find out if he's all right!"

"Don't worry, A.D. Skinner. Agent Scully flagged down some of my fellow officers and a rescue team has been called in. It seems Mr. Krycek is hanging from a branch halfway down Widow's cliff," Stark said, wrapping a handkerchief around the A.D.'s arm to stem the bleeding.

"He's alive? Thank God!" Skinner sighed.

"He was the last time I checked in," Stark said. "Come along, let's get you and our prisoner to the hospital."

***

Krycek sighed with relief as the rescuer fastened the harness around his thighs and waist. He let go of the branch as the sling pulled him up the side of the cliff.

Scully was waiting on top along with the paramedics and a stretcher.

"Scully, did Skinner catch him?" Krycek asked anxiously as he was brought back onto solid ground and the harness was removed.

"Yes. Rogers and Skinner have been transported to the hospital where you're going to be checked out," Scully said.

Krycek visibly relaxed. "Okay, let's go." He started limping off in the direction of the parking lot where Scully's rental car was.

"Sir, you're injured, we need to check you out," the paramedic said as he and his partner grabbed the stretcher and followed behind Krycek.

"Krycek, let them attend to your injuries!" Scully snapped.

"Fine! They can attend to them in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. I'm not wasting anymore time!"

***

Cain kissed the silky top of chestnut colored hair resting under his chin. Fox had fallen into an exhausted sleep after the intensive session Cain had put him through in his private bedroom.

He knew he was indulging his slave, more so than he had any other. None had ever been allowed to share his bed for long after sex. They were made to sleep on the floor at the foot of his bed. However, Cain found that he enjoyed having Fox close. His hand rubbed the smooth silky skin under his fingertips, feeling the rise and fall of the chest against his as Fox's warm breath caressed the hairs on his chest.

Cain grew hard again and rolled Fox onto his side, spreading the slumbering young man's legs apart to accommodate him as he thrust back into his slave. Fox didn't stir as Cain's large cock worked its way deeper inside him. Finding no resistance the large man rocked his hips grinding in deeper and deeper into the delightful tight orifice. He pulled Fox back against his chest and wrapped his arms around the warm body, kissing the back of his long neck. Cain nestled closer as he closed his eyes, content to fall asleep with the wonderful sensation of being one with his love.

Mulder awoke several hours later. His bladder was painfully full, but he was unable to climb out of bed to make it to the bathroom. Cain's arms were holding him tight and the large man's erection was buried uncomfortably up his ass. Then there was the chain securing his leg to the bedpost. He wiggled, reluctantly nudging the man sleeping behind him.

"Hum...my sweet, you're awake," Cain purred, nipping his earlobe.

"I need to take a piss," Mulder ground out through clenched teeth.

Cain's hand stroked down and pressed on Mulder's full bladder, getting a gasp from the young man. "So you do, pet." He reached up and pressed a button on his headboard. The bedroom door opened and his personal manservant stepped into the room.

"You rang, Master."

"Yes, bring the urinal. Fox needs to pee," Cain said, stroking down Mulder's side as he slowly started rocking his hips grinding his cock inside the younger man.

Mulder moaned. "Please, don't."

"Sh-h, pet."

The manservant returned with a plastic urinal and walked around the bed to Mulder's side. He placed it next to Mulder's groin and inserted the young man's penis into it.

Mulder blushed, but he had to go so badly that he couldn't help it as he started urinating into the bottle. The whole situation was dehumanizing, being forced to pee into a container while he was being fucked.

Cain twisted Mulder's nipples as he continued to thrust in and out of his slave's body. His mouth sucked on Fox's earlobe. "I think we'll have your beautiful ears bedecked with diamonds," Cain said, licking around the outer shell.

"Alex will kill you!" Mulder hissed.

Cain tensed. Then he grew angry and snarled, "I sent Rogers to kill him, pet!" He bit Mulder's shoulder as he pulled out and thrust back in hard rocking the bed, getting a whimper from his slave. "Rogers is to bring your precious Alex's body back here for you to see that he is really dead."

"If you kill Alex, you'd better kill me, too!" Mulder growled.

"No. You're mine. If you behave for me then I will give your Alex a proper burial! If not, I will employ a taxidermist to preserve your precious Alex for both of us to enjoy. He will forever have an honored spot in the corner of my bedroom," Cain threatened, getting the desired trembles from his love.

"B-bastard," tears choked Mulder's voice.

"Tsk-tsk, that just earned you whipping, my sweet."

***

Cerulean's turn!