PHANTOM SHADOWS - r3-Jo-p1

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Cape Haven
Sunday, January 2

Mulder pulled out of Walter's arms and swung his feet over the edge of the bed and rested them on the cold hardwood floor. Something had awoken him. The house had been unusually quiet since Alex had left. Not even a boo from their resident ghost. Mulder cursed himself for the thousandth time for not going after Alex. He rubbed the crusty sleep out of his eyes and looked around the bedroom. The predawn light was just beginning to lighten the room and the only sound he heard was Walter's snoring. "Damn!" He had slept later than he had intended. Walter's arm suddenly snaked around his waist.

"Come back to bed, Fox."

"Walter, it's past seven o'clock."

Skinner pulled Mulder back down on the mattress and loomed over him. "Fox, it's Sunday and still early." He pressed his morning erection against Mulder's hip as he leaned down and kissed him passionately, morning breath and all.

"Walter..." Mulder gasped breathlessly. "I really need to get up..."

"Alex will be fine. Give him some more time to cool off," Skinner said, as he nuzzled Mulder's throat licking and nipping at the tender flesh.

"Walter, I feel guilty about having sex with you when Alex is upset." Mentally Mulder was feeling guilty, but his body was enjoying the things Walter's mouth was doing to him. He wiggled trying to get out from under Skinner's larger body.

Skinner pulled his mouth reluctantly off Mulder's body and gazed down at him. "Fox, I thought we were okay? You and Alex seemed perfectly happy including me in your lives as an equal partner. What's wrong? Are you having second thoughts?"

Mulder gazed into Skinner's sad brown eyes. He was really screwing things up bad lately. First, he drove Alex away by being selfish. Now he was about to screw things up with Skinner, too. "I'm sorry, Walter. I want you...I really do. I want all three of us to be together. These past two weeks have been the best in my life." Mulder caressed the side of Skinner's face. "However, Alex's happiness is the most important to me. If he's not happy then I can't be happy either."

"So what are you saying? That there can never be a time when I might mean as much to you as Alex?"

"I don't mean it that way. Walter, it doesn't matter that I care for you as deeply as I care for Alex. I can't lose him. No matter how painful it is for me, I would sacrifice my love for you in order to keep him."

Skinner looked wounded. "Has Alex asked you to?"

"NO!" Mulder shook his head. "He's upset because he thinks that I don't love him as much as he loves me. He's mad that I told Scully I loved her..."

"This is about Scully?"

"No..." Mulder sighed. "More than anything...I think it's about this house or more to the point what's haunting it. I believe it's having an adverse affect on you, Alex, and Scully. I want to do some research on the house's history and the land its sitting on. Maybe we'll be able to determine who or what the ghost is and how to deal with it. Walter, I believe once we deal with it, then our lives can get back to normal"

Skinner sighed. He wanted to talk about their relationship not some damned spook. "Fox. Let's deal with the house later. Right now I think you, Alex, and I should get together and discuss our relationship." Skinner couldn't stop his hand from caressing lovingly up Mulder's side as he talked.

Mulder caught Skinner's hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the palm, then holding it still. "I agree. I want us to resolve our problems away from this house. We'll pack up and go over to Alex's apartment. I'll deal with the research on this house later."

Skinner leaned down and kissed Mulder before climbing off him. "Let's grab a shower first. Do you want to go wake Scully?"

"Yeah. I'm sure she'll want to get out of here," Mulder said, pulling on a robe he walked out the door and down the hall to the guest bedroom. He knocked and the door and it was open immediately to a fully dressed and disheveled Scully. Mulder guessed that she must have slept in her clothes, that is, if she even slept at all. "Walter and I are going to grab a quick shower then pack up the equipment and head back to D.C. Scully, would you mind taking the 35mm film over to Frohike to develop? Then have the boys pull up any information they can find on this house and the land it's sitting on?"

"Mulder, I'll do anything as long as you don't expect me to ever come back here again."

"Okay, Scully, be ready to leave in twenty minutes," Mulder said, turning and heading back to his and Skinner's bedroom.

Scully stood there and watched him walk away. A vivid image of Mulder and Skinner naked in the shower flashed before her eyes. She flushed and became aroused by the image. A small smile played across her lips. This might be an interesting masturbation fantasy. If she couldn't have Mulder, at least she could get off by fantasizing about him and Skinner. She felt the temperature drop slightly and looked nervously around her, then hurried into her room to get her bag.

Sam frowned, as he watched the pretty redhead. He still wasn't strong enough to take over her mind again. He had been hoping to force her to claw out her eyes then jump out of the second floor window. Now he might not get the chance to even kill her.

The one called Mulder interested him most of all. Sam had never met a human who he couldn't control or one who posed a threat to him. He'll have to figure out away to kill him.

***

Something didn't seem right about Jeffrey Spender. Krycek watched him closely as they drank their coffee and talked. It finally occurred to Krycek that it was the way Jeffrey was looking at him that was off. Instead of staring at his face, Jeff kept staring at his groin. Krycek had taken time, while the coffee was brewing, to lose the Taz and Bugs Bunny pajama bottoms for a pair of tight fitting black jeans and a black sweater. He was still barefoot and thought about going to get a pair of socks, but he didn't want to turn his back on the strange young man. He couldn't help himself from noticing the large bulge in the younger man's pants. Just how big was Jeffrey? He pulled his eyes away. Deciding to try to get the Jeffrey's attention off his crotch, he asked, "Ah, so are you going to seek revenge against that bastard father of yours for what he did to your mother?"

Spender's face darkened. "I think that is between my father and me, Alex." He made a show of looking at his watch. Then he set his mug down on the kitchen counter. "I should get going. It was nice talking with you again." He adjusted himself in his pants as he walked to the door.

Krycek followed him. "Jeff, where are you staying?" he asked while unbolting the door and briefly turning his back to Spender.

CGB Spender took advantage of Krycek having his back to him and pulled out the aerosol can.

Krycek was pulling the door open as he turned back to face Spender. The smoker sprayed him in the face with the chloroform. Krycek's eyes widen as he fought for breath. Then he collapsed unconscious into Spender's arms.

Spender lowered him to the floor and kicked the door closed. He pulled the black leather hood out of his pocket and unfolded the handcuff from it. He then secured those around Krycek's wrists, and turned Krycek on his side so he could kiss his luscious lips. "Alex my green-eyed vixen, your sweet lips are going to get a real workout soon." Spender then pulled the hood over Alex's head and zipped up the back. He made sure the two nostrils holes were properly positioned. Spender didn't want his lovely prize to expire before he could take his pleasure from Krycek's scrumptious body. He looked down at the sightless and mouthless mask. He might just leave it on the assassin for a while. At least until after he got his first good fuck out of that beautiful body. The lack of sight should heighten the experience for Krycek.

Now for plan two. He needed to lay the bait for his son. Spender took out the note he had written earlier and placed it under the ashtray containing his cigarette butts. He then rummaged through Alex's drawers and pocketed the tube of lubricant then stole the spare change off the night table. "It's time for us to leave, my sweet," he said, hefting Krycek's heavy body over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He opened to door and made his way for the elevator. As he had surmised, the converted warehouse was dead quiet. He smiled. Not a neighbor was stirring. Spender opened the large steel door on the freight elevator then pulled open the gate and stepped inside with his precious cargo. It didn't take long for them to reach the parking garage. He had taken a cab the apartment building, planning to steal Krycek's car for his use.

Spender opened Krycek's trunk and dumped his body inside. Again, he checked the nasal passages on the mask. It occurred to him that Krycek might become ill from the chloroform and the exhaust fumes from the car. He hoped that Krycek would hold up during the forty-five minute car trip to Baltimore. Otherwise, that mask was going to become very uncomfortable. He slammed the trunk and climbed into the driver's seat. Spender unzipped his pants and allowed his cock to spring free. He sighed with relief and backed the car out of the parking space. The aliens hadn't been kidding about him becoming more virile. His sacs were swollen and heavy between his legs and he had already jacked-off three times in the last twelve hours. Yet, he needed to get off again to relieve his discomfort.

As he drove onto the freeway, he steered with one hand while fondling his cock with the other. He didn't notice the Lexus as it passed in opposite lane heading back to D.C.

***

Skinner parked his Lexus in front of Krycek's apartment building. He had only been here a handful of times. They usually preferred Skinner's place, and they totally avoided going to Mulder's apartment. He looked over at Mulder as they rode the elevator up to the top floor. Mulder seemed tense. "Fox, I'm sure we'll be able to work it out."

"He was pretty upset last night, Walter. I'm not sure if he'll be too open to talking to both of us."

"Let's not borrow trouble until we talk to him," Skinner said as he opened the freight elevator's gate then the heavy steel doors.

The moment they stepped off the elevator, they knew something was wrong. Krycek's apartment door was wide-opened. Skinner pulled his gun and Mulder did likewise. Mulder squashed the urge to rush into his lover's apartment as they approached the apartment cautiously.

Skinner signaled for Mulder to enter.

Mulder rushed through the doorway arching his gun to cover all directions as he scanned the apartment. Skinner came in after him and they did a quick search of the apartment. Mulder frowned at the ashtray on the kitchen counter and the two coffee mugs. The room smelled strongly of cigarette smoke. Mulder stuck his finger in the coffee mug. The beverage was still lukewarm. He then noticed the note under the ashtray. He used two fingers to pull it out and opened it carefully.

"What do you have, Fox?" Skinner asked. Holstering his gun he walked up behind Mulder, so he could read the note over his lover's shoulder.

"It's from that smoking son-of-a-bitch! He's taken Alex!" Mulder's hand shook with rage as he held the paper. "He intends to force Alex to have sex with him! And he would like me to join them!"

Skinner took the note from him and reread it carefully.

[My Dearest Son, I've taken much pleasure in watching you and young Alex from a distance. Your passion for each other has given me countless hours of enjoyment. However, I am no longer satisfied with just watching. Not since, you've taken Walter Skinner into your bed! I intend to take Skinner's place as the third member of your ménage à trois. I'll get back to you on a location where you can join Alex and me.

Your loving father,
CGB

PS. Bring some more KY with you.]

"I should have killed that sick SOB when I had a chance!" Skinner growled.

"You and me both!" Mulder paced back and forth across the small kitchen area. "We need to find them before he rapes Alex! Walter, do you have any idea how to locate him?"

"Sorry, Fox. He's moved since the last time I was at his place and hasn't sent me his forwarding address. I don't think he liked that I pulled a gun on him that time." Skinner thought for a long moment. "What about Diana Fowley?"

"She's dead, Walter."

"I know that, Fox! She was close to him. Maybe there's an address for Spender among her possessions?"

"There might be. Diana willed her estate to her younger sister Mary. I'll give her a call and ask if we could search through Diana's possessions." Mulder headed for the phone.

Skinner reread the note again. "He would kill Spender this time."

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The smoker stopped the car in front of a large garage door attached to a converted brick firehouse. He climbed out of the car and used his key to open the garage door, then drove his car inside, parking it next to his Lincoln Continental. He had purchased this property over a year ago, but hadn't had much use for it until now. Spender had set the upstairs up as his personal fantasy world. He'd come here and jerk off to surveillance videos of his son and Krycek. At least he tried to. Spender only recently had some bondage equipment installed as his fantasies had gotten more elaborate. He now referred to the large upstairs room as the playroom.

He opened the trunk and checked Krycek before hefting his dead weight over his shoulders. The young man was still unconscious. A moan escaped Krycek's lips as he carried him up the staircase to the second floor.

Krycek returned to consciousness to the sensation of being carried. When he opened his eyes and his long lashes brushed against the leather mask covering his eyes. He stared out at only blackness. It took his muddled mind a moment to realize that some sort of hood covered his face. His stomach lurched from the affects of the chloroform and the smell of the leather. Krycek moaned and clamped his lips together, realizing groggily that his mouth was also covered by leather. "Sick," he said weakly from his upside down position.

The smoker could barely hear the younger man as he carried him upstairs to his playroom. "Hold on, my sweet. You wouldn't want to vomit until I remove the mask." He reached the upstairs landing and carried Krycek to the back bedroom he had prepared for his use. The windows were shuttered and a large deadbolt was on the outside of the heavy oak door.

Krycek tried damn hard to take his mind off his queasy stomach. However, the smell of the leather combined with cigarette smoke, and the motion of being carried was too much. He threw up inside the mask. Because the mask was so tight, he started choking on his own vomit.

As the sounds of the younger man choking reached his ears. Spender quickly dumped Krycek on the floor and unzipped the now ruined masked. He yanked it off and rolled Krycek on his side.

Krycek raised himself slightly and emptied the rest of his stomach contents on the floor. He then collapsed exhaustedly back on the hardwood surface, gasping for air.

"You sure made a mess of yourself," Spender growled. Krycek's face and sweater were cover in vomit --some even got in his hair. He grabbed the handcuffs securing Krycek's wrists and hauled him to his feet.

Krycek wobbled and fell against Spender's body. The smoker swore as his clothes became smeared with vomit. He hauled Krycek back up over his shoulder and carried him into the bathroom where he dumped him, clothes and all, into the shower stall. He turned on the cold water and Krycek who sat up sputtering.

Krycek's eyes widen as Spender pulled out a sharp knife and moved toward him. He tried to back away, but there wasn't anywhere to go in the small shower stall. His left wrist was grabbed in a steel grip and the smoker sliced up his sweater sleeve then sliced down his right sleeve, cutting his sweater off his body. When the young Russian tried to fight Spender off. The stronger man backhanded him across the face.

"Don't try that again, Alex," the smoker growled then ripped open Krycek's jeans and pulled them off down his long legs.

The cold water had Krycek shivering as he huddled naked on the shower floor.

The smoker admired the delicious sight of a shivering naked Krycek, before hauling the younger man up by the handcuffs. He used his superior strength to pull Krycek's wrists over his head and secure the handcuffs to an overhead hook inside the shower stall. Krycek was now on his tiptoes under the shower spray. "Jeff, if you're going to kill me! Why don't you just get it over with?"

"I have no intention of killing you, Alex. Now if you'll excuse me for a second I need to get out of these wet clothes." He didn't try to correct Alex on his real identity. Spender adjusted the water temperature to warm before leaving the bathroom. He came back minutes later naked and carrying a bottle of shower gel and the tube of KY.

Krycek's swallowed heavily when he got a good glimpse of Spender's enormous erection. "Why are you doing this?" He twisted, trying to pull the hook out of the ceiling. It was useless. He was still too weak from the effects of the chloroform, and his fingertips could barely touch the hard steel of the hook.

"I've wanted to fuck you from the moment I first laid eyes on you in Skinner's office," Spender said, stepping into the shower. He set the lube on the built in shelf then squirted the shower gel onto a soft washcloth.

"Jeff, we've never met in Skinner's office..." A light suddenly went off inside Krycek's head as he realized just who he was dealing with. "Shit! You're not Jeff. How?"

"You're asking how was I able to regain my youth? Simple, my sweet, I sold my soul to the devil long ago. This was only one of my rewards," the smoker said as he ran the washcloth over Krycek's shoulders.

Krycek wanted to keep him talking. If Spender was talking, maybe he could distract him long enough to get his strength back. "What were your other rewards?"

"Fox." Spender continued to wash Krycek while he talked. "You see, Alex. After Teena Mulder broke off our affair, I wanted to get back at her. So I cut my first of many deals with the aliens. They promised to artificially impregnate Teena with my child, without hers or Bill's knowledge," he said, running the washcloth over the length of Alex's penis.

Krycek bit his lip to keep in his sharp retort. He was feeling less weak by the minute and waited for just the right opportunity to strike.

Spender smiled. "It worked perfectly. She never even knew she had been abducted."

"Fox, doesn't look like you!" Krycek growled.

"He's my son nonetheless," Spender snapped, squeezing Krycek's penis painfully. "But the aliens did something to his genetic make up. It wasn't obvious at first but the clues were always there. Fox said his first words at eight months. He was speaking complete sentences by fourteen months. Bill and Teena never suspected. Bill would brag about how smart his little guy was." Spender snorted. Then he set the washcloth aside and picked up the tube of lubricant. "Only two people suspected that the aliens were involved in Fox's conception. Your former British employer and Fox's former informant Deep Throat." Spender's greased fingers snaked between Krycek's buttocks.

At the feel of the greasy fingers against his most private part, Krycek slammed his head back, hitting the smoker full force in the face. Spender hit the wall of the shower and slid down holding his bleeding nose. Krycek pulled himself up by the handcuffs and lifted his legs, placing his feet on the small shelves inside the shower. He was able to pull the handcuff links over the hook. He accomplished this all in the matter of seconds and drop back down to the shower floor. Krycek spun and attempted to deliver a knockout kick to Spender's head. However, the smoker grabbed his foot and twisted it, forcing the younger man to lose his balance and crash to the floor outside the shower stall. The fall stunned Krycek as the back of his head hit the hard tiles.

Spender was on him in seconds! He used his superior strength to slam Krycek's head several more times into the tiled floor, until the young man was knocked unconscious. Spender stood and delivered an enraged kick into Krycek's midsection. He clenched his teeth and wiped the blood away from his mouth with the back of his hand. Then took two deep breaths calming himself, before hefting the unconscious young man over his shoulder and carrying him into the playroom. He looked around thoughtfully at all of his toys. The X-cross and the horse were tempting, but he decided on the sling. It would splay Krycek's body wide open for whatever he desired...and right now, what he desired was to punish the young man.

After he had Krycek bound securely to the sling, he walked back into the bath and cleaned the blood off his face. He then took a moment to clean the blood off the tiled floor where Krycek's head had struck it. Spender reentered the playroom and opened the oak storage cabinet. He pulled out several items and carried them over to the table next to the sling. He then settled into a chair to wait for Krycek to regain consciousness. He hoped he didn't give the young man a concussion. As he studied that beautiful body, he stroked his rock hard cock. The young man's penis laid flaccid against his thigh. The smoker licked his lips hungrily wondering what Krycek would taste like. His eyes finally focused intently on the tight rose-colored bud opening between Krycek's splayed buttocks. If his captive didn't awaken soon, he just might have to take him as is. No use in both of them suffering. Spender glanced at the clock on the wall.

***

Mulder sat reading Diana Fowley's address book. Mary Fowley had been very helpful. She had given them the combination to the storage locker where she had her sister's possessions sent. He and Skinner had spent the last two hours going through its contents. They had found several interesting items, including Diana's journals. So far they were having no luck finding CGB Spender's current address.

"Fox, I think we may have to try other avenues for finding Spender."

Mulder sighed and tossed the address book back in the box. "I think you may be right." He rose and walked over to Skinner and wrapped his arms around the larger man's midsection. Mulder rested his head on the Skinner's shoulder. "Walter, Alex has been hurt so much in his life. I can't stand to think what that smoking bastard is doing to him. We have to find him and fast!"

"Fox, we will!" He hugged Mulder back tightly and kissed the side of his face. "Alex is one of the strongest men I've ever met. I'd be surprised if he hadn't already escaped from that old man! C'mon, let's go and see your weird friends. Maybe they can help us track down Spender."

"Walter, I need to go to my apartment first. What if Spender already tried to contact me?"

"If he has, Fox, we deal with him together! I'm not letting you recklessly put yourself in his hands. Not when his main intention is to have sex you! His own son for crying out loud!"

"Walter, I'll take whatever risk is necessary to free Alex! Even if it means putting my life in that man's hands!"

"It's not your life he's interested in!"

"I'll risk anything for Alex!" Mulder said stubbornly.

"I'll risk anything too, with the exception of you, Fox." Skinner turned Mulder to look at him. "We'll deal with Spender as a team. We'll have a better chance of rescuing Alex that way."

Mulder didn't agree or disagree. He turned and stepped out of the storage locker into the bright January sunshine. Skinner was right behind him. "Walter, let's get over to my apartment. We'll discuss how we're going to rescue Alex after we locate where that smoking son-of-a-bitch is holding him."

As Skinner drove, Mulder pulled out his cell-phone and dialed the lone gunmen. "Hey, Langly, its Mulder. Turn off the tape."

"Hey, Mulder. We were going to call you! We found out some interesting things about Skinner's haunted house!" Langly said excitedly. "You should see the photo prints Frohike made from the rolls of 35mm film you took! Totally creepy, man!"

"Langly, I don't have time to talk about this right now! The smoking bastard has abducted Alex and I need you guys to help Walter and me find out where he's taken him!"

"Oh bummer, man. We'll get right on it," the enthusiasm from Langly's voice had vanished.

"Thanks, Langly. Call me when you have something," Mulder murmured disconnecting. He held his cell-phone loosely on his lap as he rested his head against the headrest and closed his eyes.

Skinner glanced sadly over at Mulder as he maneuvered the car through Alexandria's Sunday afternoon traffic. If anything were to happen to Alex, he was positive that Fox would break off their relationship. He'd lose two of the best things that had ever happened to him, all because of that smoking man. That *dead smoking man* when he got his hands on him! Skinner fingers tightened on the steering wheel as he turned down the street to Mulder's apartment building.

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