Something Wicked r6-Jo-p3

Krycek didn't know whose face had the more surprised expression the moment the bullet slammed into Cecil's forehead--his or Cecil's. Only, Cecil's surprise lasted for a fraction of a second before he toppled over dead.

Krycek stared at Scully who stood in the doorway, lowering her gun. He should be pissed that she disobeyed him and didn't wait downstairs. Instead, he admired her spunk.

"Krycek, close your mouth! Let's get my partner," Scully snapped in a high-pitched teenage voice as she indicated they should keep moving with her gun.

Krycek retrieved his weapons from Cecil's body and quickly followed Scully, all the while silently cursing himself for allowing that bonehead to get the drop on him.

***

Cain looked down at Fox's unconscious body. His slave had passed out after his forth orgasm. He glared at his slaves Greg and Brian. "You two, leave us!" he ordered.

They were heading for the door when it was thrown open and two armed people stormed into the room. Greg and Brian dropped to their knees. "Please, don't shoot us!"

At first Cain couldn't believe his eyes as a petite redheaded teenager waved a gun into his face. Then his eyes met the insane green orbs of a sable-haired young man, who was standing frozen in the doorway, looking between him and Fox's battered, nude body. Alex Krycek. The name slammed into his mind as a punch to the gut. Cain started slowly backing toward the wall behind him as Krycek stalked into the room with lethal intentions. Cain knew instantly that this man was a professional assassin. The gun, the clothes, the piercing eyes, the stance, and the expressionless face, except the eyes, which spoke of the anguish and hatred coursing through the depths of the young man's soul.

Fox moaned, and it briefly pulled the assassin's attention off Cain. And Cain used that moment to activate the secret level on the wall and slip into the hidden passageway, quickly closing the opening behind him. As the wall sealed shut, bullets slammed into the plaster, and the round holes lightened the passageway as Cain raced down the steps.

Scully and Krycek both cursed as their prey had escaped. Krycek slammed his foot into the wall, determined to tear this place apart brick by brick to get to Cain.

"Alex, stop! We need to get Mulder out of here!" Scully was wrapping the sheet around Mulder's still body.

Krycek holstered his gun and hurried over to the bed. He touched Fox's pale cheek, running a thumb over his lips. "Fox, hold on. I'll get you out of here." As he was lifting Fox's sheet-wrapped body his gut wrenched when he saw the glitter of metal rings piercing his love's nipples. He cursed, swearing to slowly kill Cain for mutilating his lover.

Krycek draped Fox over his shoulder, carrying him in a fireman's hold as Scully took the lead. She arched her gun back and forth as she scanned the hallway. They quickly made their way down the carpeted staircase as the sirens sounded. They were out the door and heading across the grounds as the floodlights came on. Krycek held Fox's body tighter as they sprinted into the brush on the far side of the clearing. The sharp barbs and burs bit into their clothes lacerating their skin. It didn't slow them, too intent were they to get Fox to safety. Their own lives and well-being were second to his safety.

They ducked and hid behind some shrubs as feet pounded on the gravel path not twenty yards from their position. Krycek met Scully's eyes, a silent communication passed between them. Scully touched Mulder's face then turned and led the way toward where they had left the dingy.

***

Mulder moaned. He didn't want to awaken from the dream he was having. He could even smell his beloved Alex. As his head cleared, Mulder wondered why his bed was lumpy and moving, not to mention breathing heavily. It took him a few seconds to realize this wasn't some new sick perverted sexual device of Cain's, but that he was simply being carried over someone's shoulders. Mulder took a deep breath still not wanting to open his eyes--it was enough to tell him they were outdoors.

"Hold on, Fox."

Mulder's eyes popped opened at the hush voice. "Alex?"

Krycek stopped in his tracks and whispered to his lover. "God, Fox. I want to talk to you so badly, but we must be quiet...we're being hunted."

"I can walk, put me down," Fox whispered.

"Not barefoot you can't."

"I'm too heavy--"

"You're too light. Now be quiet."

"Mulder, do as Alex says."

Mulder looked down into Scully's eyes. "You're here, too?"

"Yeah...you're my partner. C'mon, we need to keep moving." She turned and headed off through the shrubs.

Krycek followed quickly behind her, and whispered tenderly. "I love you, Fox."

Mulder smiled at the warmth in his lover's voice. He tried to stay as still as possible so it was easier for Alex to carry him, closing his eyes against the branches and foliage that scrapped against their bodies. It wasn't long before he could hear the crash of waves against the shore, and Alex stopped and eased him down.

The sheet slipped off his shoulders onto the sandy ground, and Mulder scrambled to grab it. He wasn't quick enough as Alex's eyes became as wide as saucers when the moonlight shown off the gold ring from Mulder's Prince Albert piercing. "I'm fine, Alex. Let's go, please," Mulder said anxiously, blushing several shades of red as he wrapped the sheet tightly around his body.

"That bastard pierced your penis! I'll kill him!"

"Save it, Krycek!" Scully growled, uncovering the dinghy. "Let's get the hell off this island!"

Krycek scrambled to help her push it into the water. Then he helped Mulder onto the rocking boat. Mulder was shaking uncontrollably as he sat on the wooden plank at the bow of the boat. All his pent up emotions were coming to the surface now that he was away from Cain and almost free. Don't lose it. Not now. Not in front of Alex and Scully, he urged himself. He chewed on his bottom lip, trying desperately to keep his emotions in check as Alex used the oars to row the boat away from the island. Scully was positioned at the back of the dinghy by the motor. She was waiting for Krycek's signal to start it.

After fifteen long minutes, Krycek nodded to her as he pulled the oars into the boat. It was close to the time the Captain was to pick them up and they needed to be at the point he dropped them off. Rowing against the current hadn't gotten them very far from the island. As the motor started Krycek clutched Mulder's hand and pulled him over to the wider center seat. The lower part of the sheet wrapped around Mulder's body was soaked from the half inch of water at the bottom of the boat.

Krycek clung tightly to Fox's shivering body, cooing soothingly, "Fox, we're almost there. Just hold on...I'll take care of everything. Relax. You're free. I won't let anyone touch you again--ever."

Mulder moved closer to his lover, clinging to him in return. Not wanting to ever let go. He felt safe nestled against Alex's muscular chest. Mulder could no longer stem the tears that flowed freely from his eyes. Sniffling, he buried his face deeper into the fabric of Alex's shirt. Not moving even when the boat started rocking on the swell of larger waves as a much larger boat pulled up along side them.

"We need to move, Fox," Alex said. Watching as Scully grabbed the ropes the Captain tossed over the side and tied them professionally to the hooks on the stern, then moving passed them to secure the bow of the dinghy.

A motor sounded as the dinghy was lifted out of the water. The Captain was at the rail to help them off the dinghy. He didn't comment about the teenaged girl and the nude young man wrapped in a sheet. "There are clothes below deck. I expect extra compensation for them," he said gruffly and left them as he headed back to the controls, with luck they'd be back in Bermuda before lunchtime.

Mulder felt his strength ebbing as they went below deck. The coarse wood was rough on the soles of his feet and he found he was leaning heavily against Alex. He pulled back a little, only to be held even tighter. They entered the Captain's cabin and Alex guided him over to the bed.

"Fox, I want Scully to check you over."

Mulder wrapped the sheet tighter around him and shook his head no.

"Fox, please."

"Don't do this to me, Alex." Mulder looked up at Scully, through heavy lashes. "Nothing personal, Scully, but this is too personal."

"You need to be checked for injuries, Mulder."

"In this instance, I'd prefer a stranger." Mulder closed his eyes. He didn't want his partner to know the extent of what Cain had done to him. Mulder didn't want her to see him like this. He felt naked and exposed under her eyes.

"Scully, leave us," Krycek said, sitting beside Mulder on the bed and pulling him into his arms.

"He needs to be checked out."

"Scully, when we get to Bermuda, I'll take him to see a doctor."

"Okay. I'll be up on deck if you need me," Scully said, slamming the door behind her.

"Fox." Alex swallowed, holding on tighter. "Fox, I want...no, I need to look you over. I've already seen the nipples and penis piercing, and the whip marks on your back. I want to know everything that bastard did to you," Krycek said bitterly, unable to keep the hatred from his voice.

"You wouldn't happen to have a pair of wire cutters on you--" Mulder's attempt at humor fell short as tears welled up in his eyes. "Alex, I feel so dirty. I can smell him on me. God, he's marked me--"

"Fox, I'm going to kill him for what he's done to you. Bank on it! He's not going to get away." Krycek pulled back and took the edges of sheet between his fingers, while staring into Mulder's eyes he pushed the sheet off his body. He felt Mulder tremble under his touch and cursed Cain silently.

Krycek touched the nipple rings with the tip of his finger. "They'll heal, babe, don't worry." He looked down at the ring piercing the head of his lover's penis through the urethra. "That must have hurt--" he said, fingering the metal ring and wishing he could remove it.

"Not as much as the one through my balls." Mulder grimaced as Krycek probed beneath his testicles. "Stop, Alex!" Mulder tried to pull Krycek's hand away from his body.

"Fox, I'm going to cut that bastard into tiny pieces for this!" Krycek growled as he felt the metal ring along with a tag dangling from it. "When we get back to Bermuda, the first thing I'm going to do is have all of these piercings removed from your body. Then we're going home, and as soon as you're better, I'm going to deal with Sterling Cain."

Mulder pulled away from Krycek. "Alex, please, let it go! I-I don't want you anywhere near him. Promise me, you won't go back to his island! It would kill me if anything happens to you." Mulder wrapped the sheet back around his body.

"I won't promise to stay away from him. He's a dead man!" Krycek stood stalked over to the dresser and started to rummage through it for something that Mulder could wear. The clothes all smelled of body odor and fish. Krycek settled for a pair of baggy Bermuda shorts and a gray T-shirt. He didn't touch any of the tattered briefs--Fox could go without underwear until they got back to the hotel.

"Put these on." He handed the clothes to Mulder who let the sheet drop to the floor.

Mulder quickly pulled on the shorts. It didn't matter how ugly they were or how bad they smelled; he'd been without any clothes for weeks. This seemed like a luxury to him. "Alex, do you have a safety pin?" The shorts were not going to stay up unless he pinned them.

"No. But we can tie a rope around them." Krycek shook his head sadly, looking at Fox clutching a fistful of fabric from the waistband. Fox had lost quite a bit of weight. Krycek was too upset over the piercings and whip marks to notice until now. God, Fox look like a waif standing there in those over-sized clothes with a lost expression on his face. "Sweetheart, it's going to be okay. You're safe with me."

"No offense, Alex. But, I don't think I'll ever feel safe again."

Krycek turned away from Mulder and started rummaging through the Captain's cabin for a rope or belt. His mind was solely on Fox and what Cain had done to him. Maybe he'd torture Cain for several days before killing him.

"Never mind, Alex. I found some rope in the drawer under the bed."

Krycek turned back to Mulder as he was lacing the cord through the belt hoops. He grinned. "You look like a hillbilly."

"Call me Jethro and I'll slug you." A slow grin spread across Mulder's lips. He pulled on the oversized T-shirt, covering the rope holding up his pants.

"Hey, Jethro was cute for a Neanderthal." Krycek walked over to Mulder and enfolded him into his arms. "I love you, Fox."

Mulder hugged him back. "Alex, I knew you'd rescue me. Thinking of you helped me remain sane all the while Cain was touching me."

Krycek eyes filled with tears. They stood in each other's embrace for many minutes until Krycek got his composure back. "C'mon, let's go up on deck and watch the sun rise together."

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