The Ascendant
by Czara
Alex bit back a sharp retort and said nothing.
Is the lovely Agent Mulder as good a fuck as he looks like he'd be?" The
old man was surrounded by bluish smoke. "I know many men who would envy you,
Alex."
Alex wanted to strangle the old bastard. "I bet you do," he managed.
"Is he? A good fuck?"
"Not at all, terrible in fact... but what can you do?" Alex glared. "I have
much worse."
The old man smiled, clearly reading into Alex's lie and tense posture that
Fox Mulder was more than another conquest for his pretty assassin. "I wager
you make him scream."
Alex gave a quick sarcastic smile and a wink.
"I think he especially approved of your finger fuck this morning." The old
man waited for Alex to process that information, and when a black look of
rage covered that angelic face, he smiled. "What a great view from the
ceiling... he really does have a fantastic ass."
Alex caught himself as he made to leap at the smiling man. "You bastard!"
CSM snuffed out his cigarette and leaned forward, "I must say, demand for
your videos are high."
Alex knew he wasn't bluffing. There were many powerful men with tastes for
men. The Consortium was filled with like-minded men. He sometimes suspected
that powerful men strove to become powerful simply to allow themselves the
luxury of indulging in their taste for men, without worrying about any
repercussions. The idea of any man watching he and Fox disgusted him, but
that they would be able to watch that particular scene made him want to
scream. He could well imagine how utterly beautiful his Fox had looked, and
he could imagine the old men toying with themselves in time with Mulder's
lustful begging.
"Come sit next to me, Alex," the wrinkled man urged, patting the cream
leather lightly.
Alex reluctantly settled himself next to the suited man. He felt the
invisible leash tighten. A light tap on his thigh and he spread his legs
obediently. He clenched his jaw as the man's hand undid the buttons on his
pants.
"Good boy... no underwear."
"I am not a fucking toy," Krycek growled, knowing that it was true despite
his claim... he had always been this man's pawn. His cock and balls were
gently lifted away from his lap.
"Raise your hips." The cold voice chilled Alex and he did as he was told.
CSM lowered his head to the generous cock in his hands but only placed dry
lips at the tip before burying his nose in Alex's pubic hair. He took
several long, deep breaths and then he looked up at Alex. "That is his smell
isn't it? He smells good."
Alex stared straight ahead and said nothing. He grunted in discomfort when
his balls were squeezed.
"I asked you a question, Alex."
"I don't know if that is his smell. I took a shower."
"It is his smell... I know yours."
"Well okay then, yeah it's his."
Another squeeze on his balls and he began to sweat.
"Put your hips down and cover yourself," the older man commanded. He grabbed
Krycek's jaw and turned it to his. "Just because you have a new pussy to
fuck, doesn't mean you don't belong to me, Alex."
Alex glared. Killing this bastard would be so easy.
CSM saw the anger in the pretty face and he chuckled. His Alex was such a
killer. How he and the idealistic Fox Mulder had come together was anyone's
guess. It was quite lovely to watch though. He never tired of watching Alex
drive another man crazy. That it was the lovely Fox begging for that big
dick was that much better.
"But that is not why you are here, Alex." He handed Alex a large garment box
and then lit himself a new cigarette.
Alex managed to take the box without then breaking the hand that offered it.
He glared from beneath sooty lashes and opened the box. He pulled out a
black PVC shirt, leaving the black PVC pants in the box. The shirt was
short-sleeved with black buttons. The rubbery material was so like shiny
leather, but thinner, letting the natural contours of the body be seen. He
felt his stomach tighten. "What am I supposed to do with this?"
"You wear it naturally... ah here we are," CSM said gently.
Alex looked out the window and saw that they were at the gym he worked out at
occasionally. "I don't get it. You want me to go in the gym and change into
this outfit?"
A small laugh was carried on smoke, "No, Alex, you go in and work out. You
work your chest, back, stomach and those lovely, long legs, until all those
tasty muscles are, how do you say it, pumped up. In three hours you will be
picked up and brought to a sauna for a lovely massage and a little oil rubbed
into that silky skin. When you are collected from there be showered and in
this outfit... don't shave." He reached into his pocket and drew out a small
jewelry box. "Wear these."
Alex took the small box and the larger box and the green Nike tote bag he had
been handed and waited for the smoker to continue.
"You are going to be meeting myself and a few colleagues tonight. You will
act sullen... as only you can... and keep quiet. The men are to know you under
my control. You will not hesitate even for a second when I tell you to do
something." The sound of paper burning accentuated the silence of the warm
interior of the car. "It is imperative that these men know you are obedient."
Alex frowned. "I am not your call-bitch if that is what you think!"
A small smile greeted him. "The men are important, Alex, and they need jobs
done. If we can do for them these jobs, we forge an important alliance. If
we can... woo them in other ways and bind them tightly to us... then we will
woo them."
"What you mean is you want them to get all hot and bothered for me and then
agree to anything to get me in bed." Alex gripped the green bag tightly.
"Don't start acting like a virgin now, Alex. I would hate to supply them
with a tape of one lovely Fox Mulder getting finger fucked and begging for
more... these men are powerful and I am sure they would find a way to re-enact
that lush scene with him." He found himself pressed tightly against the
leather seat, a gun to his wrinkled forehead.
"Don't even think it! I will kill you myself before I let you turn Fox over
to some rich bastards," Alex hissed.
"Alex, you act as if you have feelings for the indomitable Fox Mulder! You
needn't worry. I want them to know they have to go through me to get you if
they want you... and that works a much better deal for all than to have them
taking matters into their own hands and absconding with Agent Mulder." He
took a puff of his cigarette, seeming to ignore the cold gun placed to his
forehead. "You haven't much time, Alex."
Alex pressed more firmly and was rewarded as the old man winced a bit. "Stay
away from him... I mean it."
With those words, his lovely Alex was gone. He watched the young man walk
into the gym and reflectively lit a cigarette from the one he was already
smoking. If things were different he wouldn't share his panther with
anyone... not even with a fox. But there was too much that had to be done,
and a beautiful resource like Alex couldn't be squandered. He nodded and the
stoic driver pulled the sleek car out into traffic.
When they deplaned, Scully walked briskly ahead of a very sleepy Mulder. He
had slept the last two hours of the flight, but had been plagued by dreams.
The dreams were still in his mind as he followed his partner to the car
rental booth. He couldn't remember all the details in the dream, just that
his legs were spread unnaturally and he was being raped. He shook off the
shadows in his mind and let Scully efficiently procure them an automobile.
"It's a bit late to talk to her, Mulder, " Scully pointed out.
"Let's find a hotel here in the city and go to Berkeley tomorrow morning
then," Mulder agreed.
She slid into the passenger seat of the small rental car. "I hate driving in
San Francisco," she explained.
He reflexively guided the car from the airport and made his way toward the
city. "It's hard to believe there is a city close by," he observed, noting
the darkness and the hills flanking the freeway.
She nodded. "Mulder, we haven't talked yet about Krycek."
He tensed but remained silent as he navigated north toward the small city.
"I want you to know that I have big problems with this whole thing... not the
homosexual aspect... it is just... well I do trust your judgement most of the
time," she trailed off lamely, not knowing how to express herself.
Mulder stayed in the left lane as the freeway split and he tried to think of
some way of expressing how he felt about Alex. "I know you can't be right
there with it, Scully, but for the first time in my life... I am really in
love."
She narrowed her eyes and gritted out, "Mulder, you may be under the
influence of something beyond our understanding."
He had to chuckle. "Scully, are you suggesting I am a victim of some
love-slave potion?"
She nodded, reluctantly.
"I attacked him, Scully, he was surprised... pleased, but surprised."
She snorted in disbelief. "Mulder, men are always hitting on you, I am sure
he was pleased. He couldn't keep those damn green eyes off you when he was
pretending to be a good guy. And if you were... influenced somehow, that
bastard could have set it up so that you'd attack him."
Mulder reached out and squeezed her soft hand. "I love him, Scully."
She drew back a bit. Though he had spoken softly, there was strength in his
words. She would do well not to malign Alex in his presence she figured.
She stared at him and he smiled softly.
"I don't want you to think though that I would ever love someone who hurt
you." The city came into view and he took the overpass that would get them
quickly to Van Ness Blvd. "I really believe that he was not involved in
killing your sister. Believe me... you are still the most important person in
my life. I can't... I can't function without you." He paused. "We know he
was at your apartment, Scully, but someone called you just before..."
"Yes, to make sure the fatted calf was prepared," she bit out.
"What if it was Alex? Maybe he was trying to warn you, alert you into
leaving... knowing you were expecting an attack. You are too smart not to get
out after you think a killer has marked you." Mulder was watching the
merging traffic.
"And if he was so concerned why didn't he just tell me to get out of the
apartment?"
"The phone was bugged, Scully. He couldn't risk having his voice
recognized." Mulder looked at her quickly to gauge her reaction to his
reasoning.
She wanted to believe him as it would make things so much easier. "I'll
listen to him, Mulder. I am not promising anything though."
It was enough.
She squeezed his hand back and smiled, "I have a feeling I might soon lose
that most important title soon though."
At his questioning look she added, "You aren't in love with me after all."
He grinned and thought she might be right. "You are still in a class all on
your own."
She nodded, she knew it already, but it helped to hear it.
Club End Up
Alex saw the men sitting in the cloud of smoke. He had been directed to go
to the bar and order a beer in the bottle and then make his way to the table.
He did as ordered and the smoldering glare he gave to all the men at the
table was no fabrication.
CSM smiled as he heard the intakes of breath from his companions at the table
as his young assassin stalked toward them. Several, covetous pairs of eyes
followed the sexy man as he made his way through the crowd. CSM squinted his
eyes through the smoke and waited for the vision to arrive. Alex had left
the shirt unbuttoned and his well defined stomach muscles and chest gleamed
in the dim light of the club. A dark stubble covered his face, accentuating
the pink lips. The silver hoops CSM had given him gleamed on his small ears
and his green glare was vivid beneath narrowed lids. He would just as soon
shoot us as sit next to us, the smoker mused.
Alex stared down at the old man and his companions. Though the smoker's
companions tried to hide it, Alex could tell that his presence was exciting
them.
"Ah, Alex I was just telling our friends about you." He nodded to his two
guests. "Alex is something of an artist. He can do what you need done with
no questions asked."
Though the words were neutral, Alex knew the men were imagining a different
type of job for him to perform. The hot stares they were giving him earned a
hot, green-eyed glare. CSM reached out and played with a button on Alex's
shirt drawing attention to the bulge pushing against the fabric of Alex's
pants. "Sit, Alex," he commanded.
Alex sat and listened as the men laid out what they wanted done. His eyes
locked with the nearest man and raised one brow as the man reflexively licked
his fat lips.
"Alex, I'd like you to meet Mr. Smith and Mr. Brown." The man closest to
Krycek smiled sickly and held out a pudgy moist hand. Alex just stared at,
Mr. Smith and ignored the offered paw. Smith was a small man with overly
large, watery, blue eyes. His hair was thinning and he wore several diamond
rings on his sausage fingers. His head would barely reach Alex's chin.
"Shake, Alex," CSM said quietly, amused.
Alex obeyed, reluctantly and pulled his hand away as one worm-like finger
eagerly caressed his palm. Not to be outdone, Mr. Jones leaned over the
table and held out his hand. Alex shook his hand as well, as Mr. Jones
stared deep into Alex's eyes. Mr. Jones was reed thin and tall. He, like
Mr. Smith, wore expensive clothing, but of the two he seemed the most
sinister. He is already planning on what he wants to do me, Alex thought in
disgust.
"Can your man take care of this alone?" Mr. Jones asked of CSM while looking
hungrily at a smoldering Alex. "He doesn't look like the type who has
been... uh... risked in these situations, often."
Alex bristled at the insinuation that because of his looks he was incapable
of doing his job. He leaned forward, "I could do your pathetic hit even if I
were blind."
"Sit back and be quiet, Alex." CSM commanded.
Alex drew back obediently and CSM was well pleased. He drew in the soothing
smoke, feeling his lungs accept it in a loving embrace before he had to
exhale. These men, who belonged to some religious group, had been testing
the Consortium's ability to "arrange" the outcome of certain elections over
the years, and had been throwing little challenges to the Consortium for many
months. CSM had been called in to finalize the arrangement or, barring that
eventuality, to eliminate these men after first extracting information about
their organization. CSM knew that the men would want Alex, and so the stage
was set. They were fairly drooling and he wouldn't be surprised if one
forgot himself and tried to touch Alex.
CSM played with one of Alex's hoops almost unconsciously. "Alex is a very
talented young man. A very, very talented young man." Noting Mr. Smith's
gulp at those incendiary words, CSM smiled and stood. "You let me know when
and where, and Alex can take care of all your needs." He gathered his
cigarettes and lighter and said, "Come along, Alex."
Alex passed the bar, following the old man out. He could feel the hot,
laviscious stares of the two men and the other patrons of the bar. It didn't
bother him. He was used to hot, lavicious stares. There was a television
over the bar and it was showing Senator Kathryn Morris crying as the body of
her dead child was taken away in an ambulance. He paused as a male reporter
began to speak. Alex saw numbers flash on the screen. Numbers relaying the
fantastic spurt, in all crimes in the district in the last 24 hours. He was
amazed at the numbers. It was probably the heat, he thought to himself and
followed CSM outside.
Once outside they both stopped and stared at the sky. Alex felt a chill at
the pink sphere in the sky. He had seen it for the whole day and had
dismissed it, but now it seemed to be a living thing. It pulsed and
shimmered and there seemed to be outward bulging as the thing grew bigger.
CSM wasn't even smoking as he looked at the thing. A scream shattered the
moment and Alex watched as three men carried a woman off into an alley. His
stomach turned as he noticed the expression on her face. She was screaming
and struggling but her face was filled with lust and excitement. Just that
expression on her face chilled him, as he realized other odd things around
him; people leaning against cars and kissing indecently being joined by
apparent strangers who joined in happily; children walking with bats and
shattering car windows, laughing; a fight broke out and the on-lookers didn't
even try to hide their fascination and approval, in fact they applauded as
knives were brought into play and blood began to pour from the opponents.
CSM stepped into the car and waited for Alex to join him. He was already
licking his nicotine flavored lips at the thought of what he had planned for
his staggeringly sexy toy. Alex bent down and looked into CSM's
expressionless eyes and said, "I'll find my own way home."
"Get in the car, Alex." The smoker tossed his lighter down and patted the
seat next to him. "Don't be an idiot because you fancy yourself in love with
that idealistic fool. If anything, that love makes you more vulnerable."
Alex felt the normal fear he felt at this man's threats, and the power that
the old perverted bastard wielded. CSM smiled at Alex's look of hesitation.
"You don't want to cause me to be angry with you, Alex, not simply to
preserve a chastity that you no longer remember." His voice had gone husky
with passion looking at Alex in the outfit he had chosen in order to display
just how lovely Alex really was. "You can go to his apartment after... after
you pleasure me."
Alex suddenly smiled. "Fuck you. Never again." He felt free in that
moment. He would never again give anyone that which belonged to his Fox.
Never. He had spent long moments in the shower washing his groin to remove
the touch of the old man from his skin knowing that Fox would never
understand what he let the bastard do to him. "You can call me and let me
know who Frick and Frack in there, want hit," he finished.
At that moment a young man who had been passing couldn't resist temptation
and pinched Alex's hard ass. No sooner had his fingers thrilled to the
muscular sleekness than he was grabbed by his neck and slammed head first
into the Mercedes. The foolish young man dropped unconscious to the cement
sidewalk and Alex, who had never once taken his eyes off the old man said, in
a fierce whisper, "I am no one's whore!"
"Not even for the pretty Fox?" CSM drawled easily, thrilling to Alex's
quickness and viciousness.
Alex smiled sweetly at CSM. So incredibly sweetly that CSM worried,
seriously, that Alex might actually kill him right then and there. "I think
you know I'd do anything for Fox... and anything to protect him." Alex
warned. With that Alex slammed the door shut and walked away from that
aspect of his life. He thought.
CSM let him leave, for in truth he could not prevent the man from leaving.
He gestured for the driver to drive on and he had time to light another
cigarette before the inevitable call came in from the first of his two "new"
associates.
"About your young Alex... how talented is he?" Was the rasped question.
CSM smiled and assured Mr. Jones that indeed Alex was extremely talented.
Moments after solidifying a deal with the first man another call came in from
Mr. Smith, who also wanted to know the breadth of talent the young Alex could
bring to the partnership.
CSM contacted the others. Another success. He stared at the pinkening night
sky and resolved to have the answers about that oddity by the following
evening.
Union Square Plaza
Mulder sank to the sheets of the nice bed exhausted. Scully knocked on the
door immediately. "Mulder, we need to eat."
Mulder knew what she really meant was that he needed to eat. He sighed. "So
tired Scully!" He knew he sounded petulant but she brought it out in him.
"Food then sleep," she said firmly, and he could just see her foot tapping.
He groaned and said, "Let me get a shower and a change."
"I'll meet you in the lobby in thirty minutes," she proclaimed.
Thirty minutes later he appeared feeling a little better for his hot shower.
He was comfortable in casual gray slacks and a green knit sweater. His hair
was still a bit damp and she shook her head. San Francisco was cold at night
this time of year and her brilliant partner had wet hair and a skin thin
sweater on. She said nothing but led the way out of the hotel and in to
Union Square. They meandered a bit until they found a beautifully decorated
seafood restaurant and indulged themselves in the delicious food.
"What do you think is going on?" Scully asked.
He knew she meant in Washington D.C. "I hope it isn't what we both suspect
it to be."
"This 'Changing' that Murdoch is plotting." Scully sighed. "Our sources in
Government have confirmed that the official line on the strange light in the
sky is a phenomenon liken to the Aura Borealis, the Northern Lights. And in
certain conditions, light and color have been known to have adverse affects
on people causing them to act in ways they normally wouldn't. I mean that
may explain why rapes have gone up fifty per cent in the last twenty four
hours and that murders, robberies of all kinds and religious fervor have
skyrocketed." She took a bite of her Mahi Mahi with mango salsa and waited
for his reaction.
"Pink is supposed to be a soothing color, not a rage inspiring color. And,
Scully, rapes of men and women have gone up at the same rate. Men are being
raped in as many numbers as woman, and in what society on Earth has that ever
happened?"
"Certain times, during war, males were raped by the conquering force..."
"D.C. may be the most crime ridden city in the country, Scully, but even it
doesn't compare to the meeting of thousands of men in arm to arm combat. No
it is something else. Something related to this Ascension. We should try to
talk to Reeves tonight. She may already know something to help us."
She frowned. "I think we should just go to Berkeley tomorrow morning... there
are a few things I still want to check out before we talk to her."
He lowered his brows suspiciously, "You are checking her out aren't you?"
She nodded briskly and gestured for the check to be delivered. The waiter
winked at her and held her gaze a bit too long to be innocent and she managed
a smile. He was a cute young thing, just like she liked them. She returned
her attention to Mulder. "I am sure that you want to go rushing in and lay
our case at her feet, but I read her book on the subject as well as several
other of her books..."
"You've been a busy beaver," he interrupted with a grin.
"Yes, Mulder, a busy beaver... now may I continue?" She seemed irritated and
he loved her that way.
"By all means, continue," he purred while resting his face in his hands,
elbows resting on the table like a little boy.
"It just seems, Mulder, that she knows a bit too much about this cult... she
seems to know things that even the FBI database didn't come up with, things
that Baku told us... and we know he was involved. Things that only someone
blowing smoke would know or..."
"Someone involved," he finished.
"Exactly. I mean really, Mulder, how do you know she isn't involved?"
He stared at her, eager to hear her thoughts.
"From what Baku told me, nineteen children of the pure blood need to be
sacrificed to facilitate the change. The Pure of blood seems to be children
of members whose family has been a part of this religion since its inception,
every child that survives sacrificing their first-born until one thousand
such generations and their posterity have lived upon the Earth. These pure
of blood, these sacrificial lambs are, according to Baku, the children that
are being sacrificed now. If we had the slightest inkling who these children
were we could perhaps stop whatever they are planning, but Baku was of the
mind that there were thousands of theses children all over the world. In
fact he seemed to suggest that these pure bloods might not all be children.
There is no way we could track them all down."
"They will all be killed in the District," Mulder mused.
She nodded. He had shown her a map of the district as it was circled by the
beltway, Highway 495, which formed a man-made circle, as if to say within is
the power and without is the rest of the world. Inside the beltway where all
the children were found, were corresponding points on the crescent moon
symbol.
"What worries me, Scully is that the last three, outer circles of the symbol,
the points of light are grouped closer together. "
She stared at him for a moment confused and then a look of horror on her
doll-like features. "Multiple killings on a single night."
"Senator Morris's child has already been found dead, killed in the same way
as the first nine boys. I think his death represents the last of the single
points of light. His body was found geographically in the same area as the
point of light in the symbol. There will be two tonight, three tomorrow and
the final four on the final night. The Ascension."
She bit her upper lip thoughtfully. "Let me get to my room and I'll make a
few calls. You try to get a hold of Dr. Reeves and see if she'll see us
tonight."
"You go on ahead and I'll get this," he instructed.
She left with one last look at the pretty blond boy who had been their waiter
and left.
When Fox returned to his room the phone range and he picked it up, "Scully, I
am back..."
"You always think I am someone else, baby?"
"Alex?"
"Someone else calls you baby?" Teasing but with undercurrents of potential
anger shaded Alex's tone.
Mulder felt a warmth creep into his loins at he sound of his lover's voice.
"A lot of men call me that... it is hard to keep straight," he teased.
"I won't even take that easy in, 'cause I know you find it hard to keep
straight all right."
Fox sat on the bed and rubbed his thigh. "I miss you, Alex."
"Oh God, baby, I miss you. When are you coming back?"
"Hey, wait! How did you know I was here? No forget it, I don't want to
know. I am coming home as soon as possible. Something big is going on, Alex."
"What is it?" Alex asked worriedly. 'Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. You know I was going on the trip with ADIC Murdoch?"
"Yeah, and I know it was cancelled because some bastard tried to rape you.
Fox... a lot of that is going on here. A couple of idiots thought to try
something with me on the way back home... I mean to your apartment. It's like
a lot of people are in a sexual fucking frenzy."
Fox stood up glaring at the phone, "You're okay aren't you?"
Alex chuckled, "I'm fine... the fuckers... they aren't so fine."
Fox sighed. "You are bad. Anyway there is too much to explain, just suffice
it to say that some cult is responsible for all the children's deaths
recently... and all the strange things that are happening in D.C."
"Not just in D.C. anymore, but what cult? And does this have anything to do
with that freaking huge pink light in the sky night and day?"
"The cult is called Mediggo and yes, I think they are responsible for the
pink light... they have a crescent moon symbol... never mind I can't go on
about it... just to say that ADIC Murdoch is involved with the cult."
"Crescent moon? Like kinda inside a circle?"
Fox frowned. "Yes, exactly. How do you know?'
"I just had a meet with two guys and one of them had this tattoo on his wrist
that is just exactly that symbol. The other guy had a necklace with the
symbol on it."
Mulder nearly passed out. "Stay away from them, baby! Stay as far from them
as you can! I am coming home soon." He was frantic. "Why were you meeting
with them?"
"I was supposed to... er... convince them of the perks for doing business
with... certain elements of power."
"What kinds of fucking perks?" Mulder ground out. He could read the
hesitation in Alex's voice.
"It doesn't matter, that's all over with now. I'm lying in your bed... naked
and alone. I miss you."
Mulder was slightly assuaged, but he wanted to get back to his beautiful
lover as quickly as possible.
"Mulder, I am ready." Scully called from the other side of the door.
"I have to go. I'll call you at my apartment later...to tuck you in, so you
don't get tempted to go elsewhere for your entertainment," Mulder said
huskily.
"Not a chance in hell, baby. It's you or my hand."
Mulder chuckled and said, "I am jealous of your hand then. I want to be your
hand... I want to suck your..."
"Mulder?" Scully called.
"I'm coming, Scully." He gathered his things and said softly, "I have to
go... don't jack off... think of it as saving yourself for me!"
"Oh God, Fox, that is a cruel request. I got rock hard when you said,
'Scully.' Your voice, baby, can take me over."
"I gotta go. Scully will shoot me if I keep her waiting."
"Then she has a death wish," Krycek growled.
"Don't even kid about that," Mulder scolded before they said their good-byes.
Mulder knew without confirmation that Krycek would let his pulsing cock ache
into the night, neglected.
He joined Scully in the hall with a small, guilty smile. "I was making sure
Alex was okay... he is."
"Oh, now I can sleep," she mumbled.
They waited while their car was brought around. Mulder was invigorated from
his small chat with Alex. He wanted to get the information from Dr. Reeves
and get back to him. With a guilty start he realized he had yet to contact
her, he'd been so caught up with Alex.
He waited until he was negotiating the rental car onto the Bay Bridge to pick
up his cell phone and dial Dr. Reeves's home phone. Scully gave him a surly,
un-surprised look. He kept receiving a busy signal. They had passed Oakland
and were closing in on Berkley when a gruff male voice answered the phone,
surprising Mulder as Dr. Reeves was supposed to have lived with only one
female companion. "May I speak to Dr. Jayne Reeves?" Mulder asked.
"Who is this?" He was asked.
"Special Agent Fox Mulder with the FBI. I spoke with Ms. Reeves earlier
today."
"Is that right?"
Fox gave Scully a confused look and put the phone on speaker so she could
listen in. "Yes, that is correct. To whom am I speaking?" Fox asked with a
bit of steel in his voice.
"Where are you calling from?" Was his reply.
"I am on Interstate 80, heading East toward Berkeley. I am on my way to
speak to her. May I?"
"Dr. Reeves is dead."
Both Scully and Mulder started and gave each other concerned looks.
"And you are...?"
"Peter Ithian, with the Berkeley P.D."
"My partner and I are on our way," Mulder informed the officer.
ADIC Murdoch's Penthouse
He stood out on the roof, the glittering pools reflecting The Opening as it
pulsed and shimmered. He could feel them coming through, could feel them
being released from the limbo they'd been trapped in for countless millennia.
The Others; his brothers and his foes alike. Too, he could sense the
Entities emerging from shadows and begin to stalk the night as they were
meant to do. The electric feeling he had gotten from the latest boy's brave
sacrifice was pumping through him like electricity. He felt it coming. He
could hear the human voices below him and all around the city. The D.C.
Field Office was scrambling to come up with reasons why crime was exploding
throughout the District. He had played his role to the hilt, all the while
reveling in it. Soon it would spread beyond the District and then the world
would wake up to his rule. Only days now. He had come, earlier, from
meeting with one of his followers, Senator Kathryn Morris. She had given up
her first born gleefully, honored that she had participated in the Change.
She was a pure blood, as all parents of the sacrifices had to be. She had
purchased, with blood, enormous power. He reached his hands toward the
opening and a charge of pink electricity connected them like an umbilical
cord; mother and child. He meditated that way for several minutes before he
sensed the agitation of one of his most trusted men.
William Sands held a bag filled with videotapes. He wanted to drop the tapes
and flee. He had served the Ascendant for decades and his family had been
servants of The Mediggo for centuries... not long enough to be of the pure
blood, but long enough to ensure loyalty. It was an honor to serve The
Ascendant, but with the honor came risks. His calm and inhuman capability to
reason through any situation coupled with his knowledge of things to come
made The Ascendant formidable, but it was his rage that made him
unpredictable.
The contents of the tapes were sure to bring out that rage. They were tapes
of his chosen one, Fox Mulder, having sex with another man. Not only sex,
but words of love, murmured and screamed, liberally peppered every scene.
The Ascendant had killed a Pure Blood without blinking an eye just the day
before, what was a mere centurion servant in the scope of things?
Murdoch left the roof and entered his Penthouse, pausing to caress the
trembling toy still languishing in his leather snare. He could read the
toy's thoughts clearly, he was wondering how he got into this mess. He was
wishing his girlfriend had not wanted to see "The Matrix" and so had sent him
out for a paper to check the showing times. He was feeling shame for coming
so many times despite the pain that was inflicted upon him, and for liking
the feel of a cock in his ass. He was hoping for rescue, but wanting
Murdoch's lips to engulf him once more. Murdoch chuckled and petted his
pretty prize. "We will play soon, pretty," he promised, stroking the hard,
well-used cock.
"William, you have something for me," Murdoch intoned. He narrowed his ebony
eyes, as he smelled his servant's fear.
"Yes." William set the bag of videos down on and ebony table. "Surveillance
tapes taken from Fox Mulder's apartment."
He searched Sand's thoughts and clenched his fists at the images playing
there. His Foxling, naked, submitting, sucking cock, getting fucked. He
grabbed his servant by his suit coat and, with abnormal strength he lifted
the large man off his feet. He knew these images were not fantasies
originating from his servant's mind, but still he could read his servant's
desire for Murdoch's property. "Explain." he growled out while an orange
flicker sparked in the center of his eye, a Halloween glow that was
frightening in its utter alienness.
"He has taken a lover... a male lover. The tapes document it all." William
quivered in fear within The Ascendant's grip and knew that his own
appreciation for the erotic sex scenes had signed his own death warrant.
"Who is this walking dead man?" Murdoch hissed, his tone sibilant and oily.
"We don't know, master. His name is Alex Krycek but who he works for or what
he does... we are unable to discover. It is like he doesn't exist," Sand
gasped out as a hand moved on his throat and tightened.
"He exists enough to take what's mine," Murdoch growled. He shook the man
sharply, not caring that he snapped the human's neck. He tossed him aside
with sharp movement. He paused for a moment. He was becoming so strong. He
was shedding his human weakness with every moment; soon he would have no
humanity left.
He brought the stack of videos to his entertainment center and plucked the
first of many into the VCR. He activated the 70 inch projector TV. He stood
back and scanned all the tapes, rage building in him. His Foxling would have
to be taught a lesson. He could barely make out the features of either his
treasure or the man who plundered him so eagerly, but it was enough to make
his blood boil. The fact that Fox's body was so incredibly beautiful made
him even angrier. He wanted to rip this other man apart. When he watched
Foxling lose his virginity to the man, Krycek he began to tremble, his fists
clenched so tight blood dripped with steady insistence onto the marble
floor. "You will both pay," he hissed. He strode to the TV and reached out
a hand to caress the image of Fox's face. "You will scream for mercy lovely
Foxling." He turned his attention the other, Krycek and he glared. "You will
wish you were never born." Suddenly he had a vision of the man, Alex Krycek,
smiling at him. Alex was lying on black satin sheets, naked and lushly
appealing, he raised muscular arms to Murdoch, his eyes were exotic gems set
in a perfectly featured setting. "Come back to bed, Master. I am so cold,"
the vision entreated. Murdoch shook his head to clear it. Interesting.
Very interesting. The power of precognition served him time and again and he
knew with sudden clarity that if he were to let Foxling's, admittedly
beautiful, companion live, than at some point the green-eyes trespasser would
be his loyal servant.
Foster's Cove
Peter Ithian checked the two agents' ID with careful, insulting intensity.
He kept looking from the ID back to their faces and scowling.
"I promise, officer, I am twenty-one... I can really buy this beer," Mulder
drawled sarcastically.
Scully closed her eyes and then stepped forward, "Officer Ithian, we would
like permission to look around the crime scene."
Ithian's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"How did Dr. Reeves die?" Mulder asked.
Ithian held up a hand. "I may need to call this in... we can't have Federal
Agents just waltzing in and trying to run the show. I know the law Mr. La Di
Da Washington boy, you have no authority except to offer assistance so don't
try to pull that Hollywood crap on me. I READ!"
Scully smiled understandingly at the officer, "I know how you feel. We, my
partner and I, hate when people interfere with our cases." She tilted her
head up and offered a full view of her porcelin complexion and red lips.
Mulder stood back and let her work her charm.
Ithian cleared his throat and his high flush seemed to fade a bit. "Yes
well..."
"We're all officers of the law, trying to do our best to get the bad guy,"
she purred.
Ithian nodded, and staring into her tropical eyes, cleared his throat. "Dr.
Reeves was decapitated... her companion was eviscerated... looks like with the
same weapon."
Mulder moved into the spacious home, passing the suddenly pliable officer.
It amazed him sometimes, how Scully's eyes and full lips could charm even the
surliest of men. It was one perk that having a beautiful partner offered
him. He noticed the spattering of blood as he turned into the L-shaped
hallway... the blood got thicker and wilder as he made his way to the women's
bedroom. Photos of the two women in happy locales, lined the hallway and
spanned decades. Theirs had not been a relationship of chance encounter but
one of long ties and commitment that could not be legislated. Mulder felt a
tightening in his gut as the smiling photographs became decorated with sprays
of blackish blood. These were two women who lived quietly and unobtrusively
in a town known for its lost glory, and who never bothered a soul. He
entered their bedroom and closed his eyes against the sight. The companion
had died first, he knew intrinsically. Jayne had died slowly after some sort
of ritual. He saw burnt candles and black ash surrounding the headless
corpse. On her bare chest, carved into her aging flesh, the crescent moon
symbol. It worried him as nothing else had, as not even this woman's death
had. They were being obvious now... after countless centuries of seeking the
shadows... they were coming out into the light of scrutiny... as if they had
nothing to lose and no fear of inquiry.
He quickly left the room, knowing Scully was better equipped to take
inventory of the macabre scene. Reeves was a University professor, she must
have an office of some sort, Mulder surmised and he wasn't disappointed. He
found the small room in the back of the house. The window was large and
over-looked a well-loved garden. He could see her pausing in her work to
watch the woman she loved, garden. He closed his eyes and could see the soft
smile curve her face as maybe a smudge of dirt blotted her lover's dark skin.
He stepped in slowly, cautious of disturbing the investigation, but at the
moment her office was empty and so he quickly looked around for anything that
might aid him. He spied two large volumes... journals that she had written by
hand in a tight, neat script. He paused as he read an entry.
The Ascendant or He who has lived Within or simply Master... this is the
central figure for The Mediggo. A man reborn to woman every forty years
(apparently anything older was perceived to be too old by this Ascendant
being)
Mulder had to smile at this last bit. Reeves had been sixty-five and from
all accounts had been a firecracker. He continued to read.
At the fortieth year the Ascendant would submit to a ritualistic murder, in
which his heart and brain were devoured by the woman chosen as the next
mother, and then his body was eaten by the rest of the members of the Inner
Circle. This cycle repeating until such time that Pure Bloods produce their
first offspring (note to self calculate the exact recorded number of
generations until pure bloods emerge-will be very useful) at which time the
Opening will begin. The series of ritualized sacrifices of these Pure Bloods
will facilitate the opening (is this literal or figurative? Find out!)
allowing The Changing to begin. (Others in my group think the changing is
the change that this opening will work on the inhabitants of Earth as well as
the unleashing of all the ancient dark lords... I think it is simply the
Changing of The Ascendant from human to... well... something else. Note to
self: What is The Ascendant destined to become?)
Mulder stopped reading, a flush of excitement staining his perfect
complexion. He slipped the two books into his waistband and covered them
with his sweater. Larceny. Illegal. Fuck it! He looked about the room a
bit more and found one additional book to stuff in. He looked ridiculous but
most of the officers in the Berkeley PD were too horrified by the murder of
the two aging women to pay attention to the oddly bumpy agent moving stiffly
through the hall. The thought that thrummed through his mind was a
frightening one. This is real... this is real... this is real.
Monticello Park
Murdoch heard the child's terror as he recited the holy phrases. He was a
sweet, innocent sight. The power of life was being unleashed inside his body
by genetic clocks geared to release power, the power of transmutation form
childhood to adulthood... in this time the boy was neither child nor
adult... just a pure vessel of change.
The father, Jeffrey Turock owned several media outlets around the world, but
he knew that type of power was insignificant in the face of the power he had
earned. He beamed with pride that his progeny was one of the two who were
chosen to serve The Mediggo, to serve The Ascendant on this holy night. The
beloved children were not sacrificed lightly. However, to be of the pure
blood meant to be born of sacrifice. To be a Pure Blood ensured power after
the Change regardless, but to be a Pure Blood who sacrificed one of the
chosen children was to be made a god in the new world. Visions of plump
women who had to serve his every desire danced through Turock's head and he
relished every scream of pain his beloved Jacob uttered.
Murdoch kissed the sweet boy's forehead and urged his rebirth. A Pure Blood
child, dying for the True Religion could not be allowed to go unrewarded.
"May you be a king who slays your parents." Murdoch repeated the words that
had been repeated for centuries and knew, with a sudden precognition, that
these children would not only be reborn but that they would indeed endeavor
to slay their parents... and all that they clung to. "You will be my
enemies." He whispered to the dead boys and left the gathering. He had now
to deal with his errant Foxling.
Viva Towers
Crystal City
Walter Skinner was alone in his large apartment. He had showered several
times. The heat was oppressive and he couldn't sleep. He kept picturing
Mulder in the gym, so sweetly fuckable. He groaned and sank back onto his
sheets. He was still damp from the shower and his hands found work at
tracing the well-defined muscles of his abdomen. He let his large fingers
tickle his ribs and his cock hardened quickly imagining they were Fox's
fingers playing his body so well. He thumbed the head of his organ and
groaned. He gripped his large ten-inch shaft and began to pump before he
cursed and stopped. "This has got to stop!" He exclaimed to the darkness.
He could not fantasize about Fox anymore or he would go insane. He had
already masturbated several times today thinking of his beautiful agent. He
wanted to have a relationship with the man not use him as a fuck tool.
Wanted to spend long mornings listening to that sexy monotone talk about
anything while he was able to nibble on those lush lips and taste the sweet
mole. He had loved Fox for so long, with a true and honest intention. He
had the frequent mastabatory fantasies, of course, but now he repulsed
himself. Fox was reduced to a panting slut in his current personal porno's.
Something to fuck and to fuck and to fuck, but never to ask an opinion of.
It was nothing of how Walter had imagined he and Fox would be together. The
sex was, of course hot in these fantasies, but they seemed to be external to
what Walter really wanted... Fox's love.
He had been so consumed with thoughts of Mulder, that as he had been leaving
work and walking to his car in the parking garage he had failed to notice he
had been followed. Assistant Director in charge of Fraud, Justin Thomas had
sidled up behind him, his small frame dwarfed by Skinner's massive physique.
"Oh Walt... I have wanted to touch you for so long... I dream about your body."
Skinner had gaped at the smaller man.
Thomas grabbed at Skinner's crotch and gasped at the heaviness of the
package, "Oh, baby," he breathed. "You are big everywhere. Please let me
suck it... I am really good at it." His hands squeezed and caressed the more
than ample package, with greedy excitement. "I want this piece of meat."
Skinner pushed him away and shook his head. "What are you thinking, Thomas?"
AD Thomas tried to grab Skinner's crotch again and Skinner had to shove him
hard away. "Get off, you little troll. This isn't for you."
"Oh? Saving it for someone special? Agent Scully? Agent Mulder? Beauties
never have to work at their talent, sexually. They rely on their
attractiveness... don't you see, stud? I know my way around a big cock. I
will suck you all night if you let me. I can make you feel sooooo good."
Skinner shook his head, confused. What the hell was going on? Earlier he
had seen Kim and Holly going into the woman's bathroom with decidedly lustful
looks on their faces. Before the door shut he would swear he saw Kimberly's
hand caress Holly's crotch eagerly. His shock was then as it was now,
complete.
He shoved the greedy little man far enough away to allow himself time enough
to climb into his car.
Now back at his home, he got out of his bed with a groan. If he stayed in it
he would jerk off again. He pulled a robe on and made his way down the
staircase, his erection a pulsing ache against his belly. He walked out onto
his balcony and stared up at the object that was dominating the sky now in
pulsing beats like a heart. If that was Northern Lights as the military
claimed then he was a hamburger flipper at Wendy's. He was suddenly
transfixed by the sphere. He felt a drawing pressure in his chest as if an
invisible string was anchored to his spine and was being tugged outward. His
breathe caught in his throat and he put out his hands as if to ward off a
blow. Suddenly, pink fingers of energy shot forth from the center of the
pink womb-like phenomenon. The fingers danced about him, touching
hesitantly, surrounding him in a growing cylindrical manner before arcing
gracefully away from him and shooting back to the point of origin. With
hardly a pause, a thicker column of electricity shot straight into Skinner's
chest and he felt intense pain and he heard the sounds of tens of thousands
of voices, in a cacophony of aural sensation. He opened his mouth in a
silent scream and his eyes were blinded. He saw a million points of light
slowly revolving and he understood what reality was. He felt the immense
power building until he thought he would explode and then, blackness.
When he came to, he was laying on his back on the balcony, his robe spread
out around him like the wings of a butterfly. The humid night air had
moistened his nude body and he flushed with embarrassment at his state of
undress. He hurried to the sliding door, and took one last look at the
object in the sky before he moved back inside. He showered again, soaping
his body roughly. He must have hit his head on the balcony when he fell,
though he didn't remember falling, because he was still hearing buzzing in
his head and, more faintly, voices.
He stepped out of the shower and gave a mental shrug. He simply needed
sleep. He gently dried his tumescent penis, hoping not to awaken it again.
As he slid the soft towel down his large thighs he envisioned Fox trapped
between them and his cock reawakening with a surge of lust. He groaned and
hurried to his bed. He lay face down and tried to block out the lurid
images; Fox panting, glistening with sweat, being rhythmically pushed down on
satin sheets, long legs, straight and pushed upward in an impossible V.
Those large hazel eyes filled with an odd mixture of lust, pain and fear.
Walter gave in with a groan and turned on his back. He didn't even have to
close his eyes to imagine fucking Fox. Walter pumped his impatient cock with
fierce determination and imagined it was Fox's slut-body. Fox was begging
for it; a mindless, beautiful fuck, so hot, so eager, so weak. He came
with a roar, "Slut! Take it slut... take it... take it... take it! Take it you
little bitch." As hot, wet semen splattered his body his eyes glowed red in
the darkness and he whispered in a voice he didn't recognize, "You belong to
me, Fox Mulder."
As it was always after these recent fantasies, Walter felt shame and sadness.
He wanted to push Fox's legs up and enter him deeply and rhythmically, but
he would whisper words of love and praise as he taught Fox the joys of anal
sex. He couldn't fathom calling him a slut... let alone a bitch. And the
elements of fear and pain in Fox's eyes, so titillating in the fantasy... were
anathema to Walter's logical mind. He felt nauseous, but some small part of
him had to admit that even the fantasy was hotter than most sex he had ever
had. That part of himself shamed Walter Skinner and he steeled himself for
another long night. He stared at the ceiling and vowed that he would rather
never have sex with Fox at all than to have that type of sex with him.
Catacombs Beneath La Lune
Murdoch led his toy by a long leather leash deeper into the Catacombs.
Guards bowed respectfully as he and his sexy toy passed. The young man,
whose name was Michael Pandel, was more frightened than he had ever been in
all his twenty-five years. He tried to keep up with the hateful man who had
enslaved him, the soles of his feet screaming in pain from the caning they
had received hours earlier. The chill in the tunnels made his naked body
tremble. Michael's eyes caught movement from one of the smaller darker
tunnels and he cried out in fear as his traumatized mind took in what looked
like hairy men eating a skin-less corpse. He jerked away from the creatures
and his neck nearly snapped on the leash. His master stepped back to him and
slapped him. He whimpered in distress, he couldn't have his master
displeased with him, or there would be more pain.
"Nothing in here will hurt you, pretty pet, unless I allow it." Strange
black eyes stared into Michael's and Michael nodded.
They entered a larger chamber where dozens of well-dressed men and women
gathered solemnly. Michael's leash was handed to a large, barrel-chested man
and his hated master took to the small raised platform in the center of the
room, around which the other people were gathered expectantly. All had their
heads bowed low, to show respect for his master.
Michael gasped as he recognized many of the people as being influential,
pillars of the community.
Murdoch looked upon his inner circle and he smiled slightly. "The Others are
coming and The Change is irrevocable."
Hisses of pleasure echoed darkly in the torch-lit chamber. "I will Ascend as
will the Pure Bloods. Our followers will control the world and the Spirits
of the Lake will revitalize their posterity." The excitement was tangible,
though no one dared move, nor lift their eyes to their master.
"I have another need. I ask to hearken to me in this. I am fetching my
errant lover. He is to be brought here to me along with the man named Alex
Krycek..." Murdoch was cut off by a loud gasp. He narrowed his eyes as two
of his followers shared a quick disturbed glance. He would deal with them
later, he thought to himself.
"I want them both brought here in separate vehicles... no one may harm my
Prince. I prefer you keep the wounds to the other to a minimum, but bring
them to me." He knew which of his followers would be most likely to pull off
such a mission and he looked at Director Babcock who raised his eyes at the
mental command to do so. "You will see to it. The rest of you will serve as
witnesses to my punishment of my Prince and his lover."
Americana Airlines
Scully slept. Her full lips parted slightly. Mulder read, fascinated by Dr.
Reeves research and her methodical attention to detail. Her work chilled
him. She wove a clinical tale of terror, which was, in its very scientific
nature, more frightening than any novel by Ashcroft or King or Poe. The
events that were happening in D.C. were chronicled in ancient texts. Reeves
had painstakingly translated the oldest of the transcripts. And the
prophetic words may well have been a hoax, so perfect in description were
they to modern D.C. Within her transcriptions Dr Reeves had written telling
notes to herself, all of which fascinated Mulder.
A city within a circle of power that overshadows all living under its
influence. Awakens (perhaps this word means hearkens-more research) the one
and the others (not clear what this means... the one must be the Ascendant,
but the Others?) The reign of humans on Earth is stilled. (this is almost
a direct quote from the Book of Revelations which was written 500 years
later) The time of mediggo (here to mean change only... transcript predates a
large organized following) places its shadow on all things.
The transcription went on to describe what the opening was allowing in and
what it would mean. He stopped reading as he realized that if only half of
what Reeve predicted were true than life on Earth would be akin to living in
the time of fables; witches, trolls, goblins, vampires, werewolves, demons,
and all manner of things that parents tease their children with. It would be
a world in which cases that were not X-Files would be the exception.
She described the Pure Bloods in more detail than Baku had. As he had
entailed, Pure Bloods were from an unbroken line of worshippers who had
ritualistically slaughtered their own first born from the beginning of time.
This religion was ancient hundreds of years before Moses wailed and shat
himself down the river Nile. Some members were Pure of blood long before
Muhammad proclaimed himself or Jesus walked out of the desert with the
haunting of Hell in his eyes. These were the people who were meek before
their religion. Meekly surrendering their own blood, knowing that the reward
would not be for them to claim. "The meek shall inherit the Earth," Mulder
whispered. He stared at his partner for a moment just to assure himself of
the good things in life and then went back to his chilling study.
Pure Bloods were not only the key to the Ascension, they were also the
inheritors of power. The purest bloodlines would be granted incredible power
for their millennia of sacrifice. Just what that power entailed and how it
differed from the Ascendant's was unknown. The Ascendant was the figure of
mystery. Reeves wrote that he who would become this Ruler of Humanity, would
have to be non-human, simply based on the fact that he had been alive in one
form or another since long before even The Mediggo. This creature, hosted in
a human body, was mortal until the Opening embraced him. Mulder flipped
through several pages until he found a drawing of this embrace. A manlike
creature was drawn with arms outstretched and was surrounded and claimed by
fingers of electrical discharge from some glowing sphere in the sky. The
pink sphere was The Opening. It didn't surprise Mulder in the slightest.
What worried him was the notion that once set in motion, The Changing, it was
unstoppable. The Ascendant could force it by will alone after the embrace,
as long as he had children of Pure Bloods given willingly for sacrifice.
An additional picture claimed Mulder's attention before he joined Scully in
sleep. It was of twenty-one figures drawn at different positions, forming a
circle. Each figure drawn with raised arms and being embraced by The
Opening. He could tell which figure was The Ascendant, as the electric ties
were thickly drawn, and too, the figure itself was bigger, more detailed.
It's Murdoch, he thought to himself. He is The Ascendant.
Apartment 42
Washington D.C.
Mulder unlocked his door and hurried in. The city was in chaos. The plane
had landed twenty minutes before the military had closed off D.C. as tight as
a drum. The national media were broadcasting live images of gang-rapes in
the street and far more disturbing, the images of the elderly and the infirm
being tossed screaming onto large fires built in the middle of the streets.
Shark-like journalists with their eyes on their own Pulitzer Prize, feigned
shock and dismay as they reported the mass murders, robberies, and rapes.
One such journalist filmed the brutal rape and subsequent death of a young
bookish man, all the while repeating his station's call sign. Despite the
military intervention the bizarre behavior was spreading like a malignancy
with no regard to military demands.
Mulder had reluctantly dropped Scully home, but reasoned she was in a more
secure building than he. He called her from his car to ensure himself she
was safe and she had urged him to get some sleep.
He yawned exhaustedly and slumped against the closed door.
"Oh, baby, let Alex take care of you," Alex purred, startling Mulder.
He jumped and drew his gun with a speed that even impressed Alex.
Mulder recognized his lover and still holding the gun he struck out with his
body and pulled that beautiful face to his. He ground his hard flesh against
Alex's and groaned as he dipped in to taste the nectar of Alex's kiss. They
kissed for long moments, their hip grinding together reflexively. They
gasped as one as they realized they couldn't stop. They gripped one another
tighter and their kiss became more of a imitation of fucking as their cocks
rubbed and glided together, the only sound, the sounds of their moist kisses
and those of wool meeting denim. Mulder came in his pants first, followed
quickly by Krycek, whose own cock erupted behind the shield of denim. Mulder
had been home five minutes.
They held each other for several, panting, moments after and then Mulder
laughed a bit, "Hi honey! I'm home!"
Alex chuckled and pulled away. " I don't think I have ever come in my pants,
baby. I missed you a bit too much I guess. You wouldn't believe the nasty
fantasies I have had about you." Alex licked his pretty lower lip and then
drew it in slowly. "I was your love slave... and you were a very, very
demanding master."
Fox grinned, but was too tired to do much more than that.
Alex saw the exhaustion in the beautiful face and immediately switched gears.
He solicitously took Mulder's bags and led his now stumbling lover to the
bathroom where he cleaned them both up. He put Mulder in bed and made to lie
down with him. He realized the blinds were open and he got back up to close
them. When he returned to the bed, his "sex-master" was sound asleep. He
crawled in behind Fox and drew the sexy man tightly to him, and decided he
would take a little nap too.
Apartment 42
Fox stretched languidly and quickened as he felt the hard body behind him.
He rolled over to stare into sleepy green eyes. He kissed Alex's soft lips.
"I could get used to this view, Alex. You are delicious to look upon."
Alex put a hand on Fox's hip and pulled him flush to his body. "I feel the
same way, Fox."
Fox kissed Alex gently then pushed himself on top of Alex with an eager
purring. He spread Alex's muscular thighs to lay between them and they
deepened their kiss. Alex caressed Fox's back and felt reasonably sure that
he had destroyed all the video equipment. He had been surprised to find so
many cameras and different types as well. Fox was nibbling on Alex's neck
and sucking happily on the salty skin. He slid down to tongue Alex's pert
nipples, making those lovely groans come out of Alex's mouth. He bit and
soothed and licked and suckled. Alex was gently caressing Fox's head
entranced by the sight of that beautiful mouth making love to him. His cock
jerked as if on a string as he imagined that mouth sucking and licking down
there, and Fox grinned up at him, knowing exactly why his body had reacted in
that way.
"I want to suck you... but I want you to hold it. I want to spend all morning
tasting you and sucking and licking..." Fox trailed off mercifully and began
to act upon his desires. He spent twenty minutes lapping at Alex's nipples
and belly. He spent some time licking Alex's underarms and neck. He bit the
v-shaped muscles that stood out from Alex's waist to his groin. He tongued
Alex's pubic bush and lightly teethed on the base of the throbbing shaft.
"You are so big, baby. I can't believe that was in me."
"Oh let me show you how it's done... since you seem to have forgotten," Alex
nearly begged.
Mulder grinned, "Later." With that proclamation he bent to the task at hand.
He took the shaft in his hand and while he used his thumb and forefinger to
rub the slippery head he took one ball in his mouth and sucked and licked. He
repeated the process until Alex thought he'd go mad from desire. He wanted
to slam his cock down Mulder's throat. Mulder switched positions so his own
cock was tantalizingly near Alex's ravenous mouth. Fox cried out as Alex did
to him what he wanted Fox to do to himself.
With his whole cock firmly entrenched in Alex's throat Mulder followed suit
and he paused only to lick the precious pre-cum off and sweep his tongue in a
flickering motion in and around the slit before he took the shaft in and
began to bob his head up and down. Soon they were both fucking each others
face with strangled cries of encouragement and lust.
Alex tasted Fox's cum and his reaction was to explode into Fox's full-lipped
mouth. They lay gasping for breath and Alex watched Fox try to make his way
back from his fuck-zone.
He smiled and, filled with energy, dragged his groaning, sensitive lover into
the shower. They managed to emerge a relatively short time later, due to the
growling of Fox's stomach.
"I am going to fix you a brunch," Alex declared. A smile that came from
utter joy covered Alex's face and he seemed to be no older than twenty-one.
Fox frowned and took his lover's pretty face in his hand. There was the
scar, that was so tiny only an intimate acquaintance would see, but the
wrinkles were totally gone. His eyes, always beautiful were a more vibrant
color. He wondered if The Changing was just affecting people actions. Alex
asked him what he was frowning about and he shrugged it off for the moment.
Alex was too happy and that was all that mattered in this moment, Alex's
happiness. They each slipped into a pair of boxer shorts. Alex borrowed a
white cotton pair and Fox chuckled at how tight the fabric was stretched over
the larger man. He pulled on his Snoopy boxers and let himself be led into
the kitchen, while Alex mumbled about never looking at Snoopy again without
getting a hard-on.
"What do you want to eat, baby?" Alex purred as he stroked Fox's silky hair.
Fox was seated and looking up at his magnificent lover. He grinned wickedly.
"I get a choice?"
Alex tried to look stern, but he was so filled with the joy of being with
Fox, that he grinned instead. "Yes, Fox you get a choice."
Fox stroked the large bulge so temptingly near and said huskily, "Then I
choose this. Climb up on this table and spread 'em."
Alex pulled back with groan. 'You are gonna kill me, baby."
"No, Alex, I am just making up for lost time." Fox pouted a bit. "I love
doing that to you."
Alex felt the hooks set into his loins and he backed further away. "Fuck
knows I love you to do it, baby, but I want you to get some real food in
you." He groaned as Mulder pouted his delicious lips. "Come on, baby,
don't. I promise, after we eat, I'll spend the rest of the day sprawled
naked, anywhere you want."
Mulder perked up a bit at that.
Alex smiled and moved back to kiss those lush lips. "Just as long as I get
to fuck you first."
Mulder groaned, wanting Alex inside him right that moment, his carnal hunger,
palpable.
Alex sighed as he saw the fire burning in those moss green eyes. "Food."
"Cook fast, Krycek." Mulder growled.
Alex stared at Mulder for a hot moment before and swooping in for a
passionate kiss. "You want me inside you right now don't you?"
Mulder laved his tongue excitedly around Alex's silky mouth and answered with
a pained whimper.
Alex drew him up out of his chair and took the beautiful face in his hands
and looked deep in to the beautiful eyes. "I am going to stay inside you all
day, baby."
Mulder panted.
"I love you so much, Fox," Alex whispered. "So much more than I ever thought
it was possible to love anything."
Mulder caressed Alex's fierce face. "I know what you mean. That's how I feel
about you. I'd do anything for you, Alex."
Alex sighed and pulled back with great resolve. His concern for Fox was the
only thing making him not spread that sexy body out on the table and
re-establish his ownership. He knew, though, that Fox had terrible eating
habits. And so, with lustful regret, he pushed Fox back down in a sitting
position.
"I'll cook fast," he promised.
Alex was fixing them Egg's Benedict when the first of the masked men burst
into the apartment. Within seconds Mulder found himself spinning back
further into the kitchen as Krycek yanked Mulder off his seat and propelled
him backwards behind Alex's tense frame. Mulder had time to puff up
indignantly, he was after-all a trained FBI agent, before five, heavily armed
men burst into the kitchen. Mulder turned to search for a weapon. He tuned
back a second later, coffee mug held threateningly aloft, and gaped in
disbelief. Two men remained standing, Alex and one of the masked men. Four
dead men covered his kitchen floor. I never even eat in here, he wailed
silently and moved quickly, triumphantly smashing his coffee mug down on the
man's head. The man crumpled and Fox grinned at Alex as if to say, "See you
needn't have pushed me out of the way!" He had no time to gloat for the
second wave of intruders was coming into the apartment.
"We need to get out, Fox. This kitchen is a trap."
Fox nodded his agreement, but yelped as Krycek grabbed him again and
propelled him along.
"I can walk on my own. You don't have to act like a cave..."
"Fight with me later, Fox," Alex growled out harshly, yanking him along.
They rushed into the hallway only to find ten additional men facing them.
Fox raised his coffee mug with an evil gleam in his eyes, but was shoved
backwards, away from the intruders, and cursing he vowed to show Alex how
capable he was in a fight. He was tempted to scream, "You'll be wishing you
had me and my skills... but I'll be way back here." However, he became
enthralled by the incredible quickness with which Alex was dispatching the
men and remained silent. Two of the attackers tried, in desperation, and
against orders, to shoot Alex, but they found themselves dead instead. It
was true, Fox mused, there are people like in the movies. How in the hell
could Alex have let Fox beat the shit out of him all those years? He was
barely breathing heavy and the ten was down by four in a matter of moments.
The sound of bones snapping and breath gurgling through blood was the melody
that played to the beat of violence.
He began to watch the fight with clinical interest when a cold gun was placed
to his skull and large arms engulfed him. Alex killed another man by ripping
his throat out and the man who pressed the gun to Fox's temple said loudly,
"Tell him to stop, or you die."
Alex turned at the voice behind him and froze. His breath left him and his
stomach tightened with fear, freezing inexorably, the killing exhalation that
had consumed him. Fox didn't look upset just, strangely, disgruntled. Alex
raised his hands slowly, blood dripping from them. "Take it easy man," he
said as soothingly as he could, under the circumstance, his eyes flickering
to the gun held to Fox's head. "Just take it easy."
One of the original ten took the opportunity to slam his fist into Alex's
kidney, and though the pain lanced through him Alex kept his eyes on that
finger on the trigger. If it moved, applied much more pounds per square
inch, his reason for living would die. Fox forgot about the gun to his head
and he lunged forward in order to rip out the heart of the man who'd sucker
punched Alex, but he didn't get far. The arm restraining him was like a
steel vice and he let out of "Whooof" as that vice held him fast.
"We are leaving," a man behind the man holding Fox said.
Alex couldn't believe it. He had led Fox into a nicely laid trap... fuck, had
even pushed him toward the bastards. They had surrounded them and he had
only noticed the men in front of he and Fox. He kept his hands up... all
innocence and light.
Fox was pushed forward and he exchanged a nervous glance with Alex. He felt
entirely useless. Alex had taken out nine of the intruders in just a few
minutes and he had only taken out one... with a coffee cup Scully had given
him for Christmas, at that. His wrist was grabbed painfully and mug fell,
the picture of the alien in a bikini, shattering. "Now who is going to clean
that up? The maid isn't due until tomorrow," Mulder griped. The grip on his
wrist tightened and he complained, "Ow. Watch it! That's my gun hand."
"Shut-up!" Hissed one of the very shaken men, grabbing Mulder's hair and
tugging hard. The job was supposed to have been a cakewalk. Abduct two
pretty boys, and bring them to The Ascendant. Instead ten of his comrades
were dead and that dark-haired bastard was eyeing him like he was next.
Nervously he removed his hand from the mug-wielding smart-ass and led the way
out of the gore-strewn apartment.
They were led to the hallway and down the stairs.
"Hey, aren't you at least going to let us change into something more
appropriate? I mean Snoopy is cool and all that, but I hardly think..."
"Fox, shut up!" Alex barked.
Mulder pretended to stumble and when the grip loosened he shoved back against
the man holding him, coming around for a right cross. The hit connected
solidly and he could smell freedom, when another man grabbed him from behind
and shoved him face first into a wall, pressing a gun to the back of his
head.
"Just try it fucker!" The man yelled in his ear. He looked like he wanted
to pull the trigger.
"No!" Alex cried out, sounding young and so very afraid.
"Can't blame a guy for trying," Mulder drawled, as if bored.
"Mulder, please," Alex begged.
Mulder gave Alex a guilty look for upsetting him and Alex mouthed the words,
"Please."
They were led down to the parking structure where two vans waited. Fox was
stuffed into the nearest van and Alex held back a scream of rage as the doors
closed and the van sped away with his lover. He memorized the license
plate by habit. It didn't matter because he would have the second van to
obtain information from. He allowed his four guards to escort him toward the
van still waiting and when he was able to count the men in the van as two
additional bodies he turned his attention to doing what he did almost as well
as loving Fox.
Minutes later he sat in the van and searched through the glove compartment
looking for some clue as to where Fox had been taken. He had searched the
men and all had either the tattoo of the freaky Merlin's hat looking cult
symbol or they wore a necklace with the symbol on it. He was unconcerned
about anyone calling the police as several people had already been by and
when they looked as if they were going to inspect the dead, he warned them
off. They shrugged and he knew they didn't really care. Fox was right,
there was some serious weird shit going on. When he got him back he was
taking him to one of his mountain retreats, away from people.
With a small sound of frustration he slammed the glove compartment closed.
There was NOTHING! He cursed himself. He should have let himself be taken.
None of the men had any identification, and he knew their identities would
have already been erased... it is what he would have done if he had sent them
in for a job of this nature.
The term, dead men tell no tales, reverberated around his mind. Dead
men... dead men. His eyes lit up and he dashed toward the stairs taking them
three at a time until he reached the fourth floor. He slid into Fox's
kitchen just as the man Fox had slammed on the head with that ridiculous mug
began to stir. Dead men told no tales but live ones could be made to betray
anyone if one had the skill and the stomach for the type of persuasion called
for. And in the most normal of circumstances, Alex was more than capable.
In this instance he wouldn't stop until the man talked.
Alex pulled off the intruder's black knit mask and the man blinked up at the
beautifully smiling angel.
"Hi there! My name is Alex. We are going to have a little talk," said
softly.
The man was confused by the innocent, even lovely, smile. He nodded
nervously, unsure if he should be nervous. Surely such an innocent smile
could not be form the same man who had gone through his comrades like a
dervish. Alex offered the man a hand up, gestured for him to sit in the
kitchen chair, the one his Fox had been sitting in before the bastards had
come and stolen him. A fire burned for a moment in his jade eyes at that
thought, and it began.
Catacombs Beneath La Lune
The van carrying a glaring Fox Mulder, pulled into a large warehouse. Three
guards checked the van thoroughly before it was able to proceed. When the
large doors were closed behind the vehicle, another door was slid back with
well-oiled silence and the van proceeded down a road that went down a steep
grade. The driver turned on the vehicle's lights and they descended into the
catacombs. Once the van was parked in a large parking area Mulder was led
out of the van and herded toward an elevator. He looked back frantically for
the other van. "Where is he? Where is the other van?" He asked frantically.
He was met with silence and shoved none-too gently into the lift. After the
elevator stopped, three more floors down, Mulder became interested in his
surrounding a bit, though he was filled with worry over Alex's little no show.
These were the lower chambers he knew instinctively. The whole atmosphere of
this area was evil. He had been face to face with evil enough times that he
knew it when he felt it. Red eyes glowed from side tunnels and he heard
small excited growls as he passed. A large, hairy object loped across their
path and Mulder cried out as it suddenly turned its long snouted face toward
him. "Werewolf." He had time to cry out before the thing caught his smell
and moved closer to him. The guards became agitated and Mulder knew they too
were frightened of the thing.
The remnants of humanity were in the length of the incredibly long torso and
the human like fingers. These fingers were capped with razor sharp claws and
the elongated jaw, gaped open to display roughly hewn teeth and sharp
canines. The claws scraped at him as it stood on its hind legs. It seemed
more grotesquely human in this pose as it towered a full head over him.
Muscles writhed under the thick wiry, black pelt. Mulder gasped as he saw
the things erection forming. The guards wanted to bolt, he could tell. He
gathered from their agitation that this type of behavior was common in
these... werewolves... and he knew without a doubt that there were more.
Suddenly the werewolf whined and reached out one last time to Mulder and with
a howl ran off into the darkness. It was quickly followed by three more that
had been slowly surrounding the small group.
"Jesus! Are you taking me to meet Dr. Moreau?" Mulder asked trying to keep
the fear out of his voice. He knew very well, to whom he was being brought.
After a few moments of winding through the well-lit trail and expecting
horrendous creatures to erupt from the numerous dark tunnels, they came into
an antechamber. The chamber was festooned with torches and red velvet draped
over tables filled with rotting fruit. Two large doors dominated and he
gulped nervously wondering what was waiting for him in the main room. He
didn't have long to wonder as the doors were opened and he was shoved in.
It was large this main room. He might have spent several long moments
cataloging all the various components of the room, but he focussed instantly
on the leather sling set up on a raised dais. The type of sling he had seen
in many a male S&M porno. The black metal, rectangular frame was hooked to
dozens of pulleys that would move the massive frame in every conceivable
direction. The frame was six feet wide and eleven feet high. Black metal
hooks lined the inside of the frames and leather straps hung from each hook.
A black web made of woven leather was hooked to the frame to support the
weight of its victims. In the center of the web the leather mesh formed an
opening, suspiciously large enough to allow access to the nether regions.
Wouldn't want to hide the goodies, Fox thought wildly. Another such opening
was positioned above the first and he surmised it to be for the head.
He took one look at the large man smiling from its side and he tried to bolt.
Hell, he'd rather face horny werewolves. He was held firmly and brought
face to face with the object of his terror.
Murdoch couldn't resist the lure of those plump lips a moment longer and he
bent to plunder them. "Oh, Foxling," he growled. "My beautiful whore."
Mulder flinched at that. "Where is Alex?" He asked when he was able to
speak.
Murdoch glared, rage flaring in his eyes and a strange orange fire burned
within. He slapped the pretty face and leaned in close, "You dare speak his
name? You belong to me but you spread your legs, open your ass, and offer
your plump cock up to another and dare to speak his name?" Murdoch was near
epileptic.
"Fuck you, you sick fuck! If you hurt him I'll kill you!"
"Oh you will, will you?" Murdoch questioned evilly. "You are mine, Foxling.
You gave your cherry ass away like some common bitch on the streets, but you
are going to feel like a virgin again tonight, and then you are mine!"
Fox struggled as at a nod from Murdoch several men descended on him and held
him while Snoopy was ripped away from him. He stood naked and gasping in the
crowd. They stepped back and he looked from one face to the other but saw no
potential ally.
"Put my Prince in his bonds... but gently...very gently."
"No... no... no, Murdoch, don't..." Fox cried frantically as he was brought to
the leather sling.
"Yes, yes, yes, my own sweet Prince." Murdoch was hard and hungry. The
sight of Fox naked and warm and so near was almost too much for him.
Fox was pushed into the leather web face first. He felt like an insect
caught in a foreign web. His pubic area was shoved through the gap in the
leather mesh and his face fell forward through the second opening. The
leather was suprisingly soft and for a horrible moment the smell made him
think of Alex. His arms were gabbed and lifted to form a Y shape above his
head. He struggled but there were too many insistent hands and his wrists
were manacled in leather cuffs, attached to the frame. He kicked out as his
ankles were grabbed and pulled apart and they too were cuffed. A large strap
was wrapped about his trim waist and cinched tight and finally anchored to
the hooks on the frame. This process was repeated about his chest. Each leg
was strapped and cinched apart and strapped in three places; the upper thigh,
the knee and the calf. The result was that he couldn't move his legs at all.
He panicked as his neck was circled by a noose that was slowly tightened.
He looked about frantically with his eyes, unable to move his head any
longer. He could barely move his body.
He saw a familiar face and he cried out in hopeful joy, "Director Babcock!
Please... please help me."
Director Babcock smiled at him and bared his chest. Mulder recoiled in
horror as he realized how deep this conspiracy lay. Tattooed on the
Babcock's chest was the symbol of the Mediggo. "No... no... someone...
please... oh Jesus... someone help me," he cried out before he controlled
his panic.
He wanted to scream and beg as his legs were spread and his arms lifted, he
felt the beginning of the stretch. Murdoch moved to stand in front of him,
his face slack with lust. He gripped Mulder's face and kissed him roughly.
He moved his voracious mouth over Fox's face and sucked in hard at the mole.
"The audience is here to witness your punishment. When we are lovers I will
not allow your beauty to be viewed my precious, Foxling," Murdoch swore
passionately before kneeling down and taking Mulder's penis in his large
hands. Mulder struggled, biting his lip to keep from begging. His movements
only succeeded in making his penis bob. Murdoch sighed happily and bent to
suckle on the tight balls. He sucked his way up the fine long cock. Mulder
tried to distract himself with thoughts of cases he'd been on, but Murdoch's
groans of delight kept distracting him.
Finally Murdoch released the soft organ from his mouth and stood. Mulder's
eyes were wild with apprehension and he surprised himself by making soothing
sounds, "There, there Foxling. It will be over soon. You need to be
punished for your adultery. But I promise to kiss every wound better."
Fox's eyes flared at that and Murdoch chuckled, "Not to worry, every wound I
inflict on you will heal nicely. I would never permanently mark my own sweet
Prince."
Fox spit into the bastard's face, "Go to hell!"
Murdoch wiped the spit off his face with calm deliberation. "You aren't
helping yourself..."
"Where the hell is Alex? What have you done to him?"
Murdoch ignored him and went to work positioning Fox. He adjusted the
pulleys and Fox was tilted so he was horizontal facing the floor, which was
three and one half feet below him. The straps on his legs were tightened
spreading them further apart until he couldn't contain a gasp of pain. His
upper body was lowered even further and he felt the blood rush to his head.
The noose, which had been carefully loosened throughout his rearrangement,
was reapplied and Murdoch grasped the rubber handle that was clasped on the
back of Mulder's neck. He pulled back on it and Mulder's head was pulled
with it.
"I am going to whip you now, Fox. And when I am done with this very special
whipping, I am going to take you in front of all my Chosen ones. When I come
inside you, you will be mine. But most importantly you will feel the pain as
if you were still a virgin. Suddenly a screen was sliding down from the
ceiling and as Murdoch held Mulder's head up, Mulder was forced to watch he
and Alex having sex. The humiliating video was frozen and zoomed in on
Mulder's face. Mulder knew what the tape was revealing. It was the very
moment Alex was penetrating him for the first time. Fox's expression in the
frozen image was one of pain and pleasure, his eyes were closed and his moth
was open.
"That expression... that pained, excitement should have been mine. So now I
will settle for recreating the pain." Murdoch released Mulder's neck
restraint and stepped between the spread legs. He was entranced for long
moments by the generous and vulnerable ass. He squeezed the cheeks wildly,
his lust beginning to over-ride his desire to make this scene last. He bent
to taste his prize, just one deep lick from the small of Fox's back to the
tight balls, pausing only a moment at the sweet center of his precious
prince. He held his hand out and the paddle was placed in his hands. No
ordinary paddle this. It was extremely flexible and light. A large rubber
grip made accuracy easy. The leather crop end was in inch in width and one
quarter an inch thick. He let a servant pour oil into that deliciously deep
crack and he watched mesmerized as it slid over the incredibly small puckered
hole.
Murdoch breath became ragged as he massaged the oil up and down the crack.
He shoved a thick thumb in suddenly and Fox cried out. He shushed him and
then stood back to observe his prize. This was no poor substitute this was
his Foxling. His to do with whatever he desired. With that heady thought
in mind, he drew back his arm and then began the beating. Every stroke
directed at the small puckered hold and the surrounding crack.
Fox's eyes were wide with shock as his most tender area was smacked over and
over again. He began to buck in his bonds, succeeding in moving only a
fraction of an inch. He pulled uselessly trying to close his legs in order to
protect his anus, but it too was futile. He screamed once in pain and then
refused another. He bit his lip hard to prevent any more sounds as the
grunting man behind him continued slamming the leather crop onto his spread
flesh. He heard the crop drop and he had only a moment of relief before he
felt Murdoch's cock nudge at the battered entrance. He shook his head and
heard the litany of no's pass over his lips but when Murdoch slammed in he
screamed and nearly dislocated his hips trying to escape.
Mulder barely felt the teeth sinking into his shoulder in a very shallow
bite, as the pain in his rectum intensified. Murdoch was pumping in and out
with animalistic grunts of pleasure. His cock felt huge, and Mulder shook his
head to deny the pain. Murdoch pulled at his neck restraint so he could look
at his Fox's face as he was getting fucked, and the sight made him thrust
even harder.
Fox saw the camera at his face and he closed his eyes, and as Murdoch began
to howl his pleasure Fox succumbed to blessed darkness.
When he came to he was in a large bed and soothing music was playing in the
background. Candles burned in romantic disarray, and the smell of beeswax
clung to him. He jumped out of the King size bed and then gasped as red hot
pain lanced threw him. He tried the door, but it was locked from the
outside. He went to the bathroom and found to his disgust, Murdoch
languishing in a large tub. Murdoch smiled gently at Fox.
"I forgive you now, Foxling. Your pain earned you a lifetime of
gentleness... or at least more erotic pain. I can't be expected to give up
all my lovely hobbies. Now can I?" Murdoch asked in a reasonable tone.
"Now that we are lovers we will shall share everything. Starting with this
lovely hot bath. I know your lovely ass has got to hurt."
Fox reflexively moved a hand back to protect his ass, knowing it was probably
a bloody mess.
Murdoch chuckled, "I would never make any part of you a bloody mess, Foxling,
least of all the part I will get the most use out of."
Fox turned to rush out of the bathroom, determined to escape. But Murdoch's
words froze him. "Do you really want the sling and the crop again so soon?"
Fox stifled a sob and shook his head. He couldn't bear that again.
"Just a bath sweet one. I know you are sore. Just a long soak with your
lover."
"You aren't my lover... you never will be," Fox whispered passionately.
Murdoch's eyes glowed again that October glow and Mulder couldn't repress a
shiver. Murdoch lifted the crop from where it lay on the floor beside the
sunken tub.
"Get in the fucking tub, Fox," Murdoch barked out.
"Just a bath?" Mulder asked warily.
Murdoch smiled, "Yes, Foxling... just a bath."
Mulder reluctantly stepped into the steaming water and was immediately pulled
into Murdoch's embrace. His back was cuddled to Murdoch's massive chest and
his eyes widened in disbelief as he felt the thick cock under him. He
struggled to escape, but Murdoch held fast, beginning to nibble on Mulder's
neck.
"You said just a bath!" He gritted out angrily as the enormous cock was
slipping between his buttocks.
"I lied. I must admit... I lie a lot." He held his Foxling's hips still as he
shoved back into that hot silken depth. His poor prince cried out in pain as
his tender flesh was penetrated again. "Oh I lie... uh... you are so tight my
lovely, Foxling." He grasped the slim hips and began to pump Mulder's body
up and down. His strength was frightening. "Oh I love to lie," he hissed.
Fox thrashed about and threw an elbow back at the rutting man behind him, but
the pistoning, pumping of his body continued. Murdoch's cock was just as
long as Alex's but thicker. So thick Fox thought he might rip in two.
Murdoch was in heaven. His Foxling was so tight, so velvety and hot. He
dimly felt the weak human struggling and it made him growl a bit and latch
his mouth onto the silken neck.
Fox arched his head away from the gnawing teeth and was held tighter.
"Foxling... pretty... pretty Foxling... so tight... so sweet... mine." With those
words Murdoch tossed his head back and concentrated on the act. Lift his
Prince almost off and then pull him down hard, faster and faster. He felt
his large apricot head finding Fox's prostate and he readjusted his thrusts
to rape the pleasure center. He was well-versed in making his pets beg for
more. He smiled lustily as his prince cried out and grow rigid in his
embrace.
"No! Oh no," Fox cried out as that giant cock hit his prostate over and
over. His own cock responded naturally and it bobbed in rigid splendor, a
wanton traitor to the rest of its body.
"Please stop... please stop... oh... ah... no... uhg... please... no." Fox was going
insane. The pain was intense though not as intense as the humiliation of
being lifted and pumped on another man's cock as helpless as a weak child,
and yet his cock was already leaking pre-cum and his ass was clenching down
on Murdoch's cock hungrily. He shook his head. "Please stop. Please let me
go," he whispered terribly.
"Not ever... not ever... not ever," Murdoch groaned, jerking his hips up to
meet the rich ass. He tilted Fox back further and angled his own cock to
give the prostate a different and more intense friction. "You may hate me,
Foxling, but your body loves me."
Fox's eyes bulged at the intense pleasure and he began to sob in misery even
as he started to frantically skewer his ass back onto the cock that was
making his body feel so good. He slapped away the large hand that came
around to pump his weeping cock, not wanting to go any further. His protests
were ignored and Murdoch grabbed fox's sweet eight-inch shaft and began to
work it in time with his thrusts, using one strong arm to manipulate Fox's
body up and down.
Fox tried to separate his intellect form what was happening. He may not have
been experienced in anal sex, but he had always known that clinically it was
very difficult for a male not to feel intense pleasure when stimulated
anally. He knew that most men who were raped were forced to orgasm, but
facts weren't helping take away his actions. He was moaning and thrashing.
He closed his eyes crying out, "No!" as his legs spread wider and he ached
for his spot to be rubbed.
Murdoch felt Fox's balls draw up tight and he paced himself to orgasm at the
same time as his lovely thrall.
The water stilled and Mulder sobbed quietly, Murdoch still deep inside him.
"I love you, Foxling." Murdoch surprised himself by saying. He pulled Fox's
head back to rest on his wide shoulder. He kissed the inconsolate beauty and
smiled. "You are such a great fuck, Foxling."
Fox was in his own world finally. He wanted nothing more than to fade away
into the darkness that had saved him earlier. As it was he stared at the
candles flickering so near and he wondered if he could ever face himself
again. He clenched his fists as he tried to imagine Alex understanding how
much of a slut he had turned out to be. "I love you, Alex," Fox whispered,
uncaring that Murdoch had stilled beneath him, rigid in fury.
9th Street NW
Washington D.C.
10:00 a.m. Eastern DST
hen Alex had seen the look on his master's face he steeled himself for pain.
CSM was sitting relaxed against the black leather seat and smoking. "So,
Alex... you have a new fuck toy."
San Francisco International Airport
7:00 Pacific DST
Washington D.C.
7:30 Eastern DST
San Francisco
745 PM Pacific DST
Tri-Cap Tower
Capital Heights
Washington D.C.
10 p.m. Eastern DST
Berkeley California
10:00 PM Pacific DST
Residence of Dr. Jayne Reeves
West of the Potomac River
Inside the Beltway, Washington D.C.
12:00 am Eastern DST
Walter Skinner's condo
12:00 am
Georgetown
2:00 am Eastern DST
Boeing 747
Red Eye out of SFO
Somewhere over Texas
4:00 am Eastern DST
8:37 am
Washington D.C.
10:30 am Eastern DST
12:00 PM Eastern DST
