The Others
by Czara
He made it to his car without incident, and as he drove he was thrilled to
see a young man getting amorous attention from three others. He grinned as
the pretty was lifted and carried into a building. The street was filled
with people, some of whom were tearing long gouges into their faces as they
stared up at the pinkening sky. Military vehicles lay abandoned and military
garb was strewn about, bloodied and torn. He frowned at that, and the peace
he had felt was dissolved. This was not a good and peaceful thing. That
young man had been screaming and struggling as he had been carried into the
building, and he, Walter Skinner, an Assistant Director in the FBI, had
driven by bonfires into which sobbing elderly people were thrown and he had
done nothing. Worse, it had not even registered.
He looked around, really looked around, and what he saw shocked him. Dead
bodies literally covered the sidewalks and corners, people were dancing in
the street naked and he couldn't look anywhere without seeing some form of
intercourse going on. He made it into his building and poured himself a
glass of water. He could still feel the power of the sphere, but could not
remember why he had been so at peace. Suddenly he felt...//wrong// as if
something was gone, or some enemy had invaded his property. He pulled out
his gun and began to search his condominium. When he was satisfied that he
was alone he went to his balcony. He avoided looking at the sphere and tried
to think. His stomach was in knots and his heart was beating hard against
his chest. Suddenly his eyes widened. "Mulder," he whispered harshly. He
was unsure how he knew, but something had happened to Mulder. It was as if
he could no longer sense his presence...though why he felt he should be able
to sense his presence boggled Skinner's mind. Whatever the reason, Skinner
knew with utter clarity that something had happened to Mulder. Fear for the
man he loved warred with the selfish rage that something would dare touch his
property and he rushed out of the building and made his way to Mulder's
apartment.
Hegal Place
"What a crock of shit," Alex hissed at the dead man. "Alternate universes,
goblins and ghouls and trolls? Fucking dead piece of shit." He prowled
about the kitchen angrily, wishing he could slice the man up again. He had
wailed and babbled about The Ascendant and the Changing and that Fox was some
sort of Prince. It made Alex angry...and clumsy. He had killed the man too
soon. Still, he knew the name of this Ascendant, James Murdoch ADIC. He
kicked the nude, skinless corpse and spit out, "Murdoch was the bastard who
tried to rape Fox, wasn't he, you fuck?" The idea that Fox might be being
raped somewhere by some freaked out, delusional lunatic, while he stood in
the kitchen doing nothing, enraged Alex and made him want to cry in fear at
the same time. "Murdoch," he gritted out. "You are so dead."
He was in the hallway when he smelled soap and cologne. He dove to the floor
and rolled just as a gun went off, bullets tearing into the wall where his
head had been. He pulled his gun and pointed it at his would be assassin.
"Skinner?" He said, surprised.
Skinner held his gun on the rat bastard, unable to deny that Krycek was
impressive. It was a pity he was working for the wrong side. "Where is he,
Krycek?"
Alex raised a glossy brow, "Mulder?"
"No! Santa Claus. You know very well who I mean." Skinner was standing
knee deep in gore. Bodies lay strewn about Mulder's apartment and his heart
thudded painfully wondering what had happened to his beautiful agent. "Tell
me, Krycek, or I swear you'll wish you never met Mulder."
"That will never happen, Skinner. I'll never wish that. But, I don't know
where he is...I want to find him."
"Bullshit!"
"Fuck, Skinner, you are wasting my time! Drop your weapon."
"Drop yours."
"Godammit, Skinner. Mulder wouldn't want me to shoot you...just drop it."
"Mulder would want me to shoot //you// so drop it and you live a little
longer."
"Actually, Sir, I think...no I know, that Mulder wouldn't want you to shoot
Krycek." The two men gaped as Scully came into the apartment. Skinner
almost fainted as she skirted past him and went straight to Krycek. "Are you
wounded?" She asked in a voice that Skinner could only describe as concerned.
Alex shook his head warily.
"You are in my line of fire, Agent Scully," Walter barked out.
"Sir, I can personally guarantee that whatever happened here had nothing to
do with Krycek."
With cautious movements Alex rose to his feet, gun still trained on Skinner.
Skinner glared, "Agent Scully, Mulder is in trouble and dead bodies litter
his apartment and this bastard is here...how in the hell can you say he isn't
responsible?"
Krycek glared back, "How in the hell do you know he is in trouble, Skinner?"
"Where is he, Krycek?" Scully asked quietly.
He shook his head, "They took him...the freaky cultist people. They came
here with twenty well-armed men." He shook his head angrily. "The first
group came into the kitchen and Fox and I handled them..."
"FOX?" Walter nearly shouted at the intimacy. His finger tightened on the
trigger.
Alex ignored him. "I should have known better but we were in the hall...fuck
I didn't even look toward the bedroom, just toward the front door...I pushed
Mulder toward a group that had already gotten in somehow. They had us
surrounded and...they took him."
Scully bent to one of the fallen men. She ripped the necklace off the cold
stiff corpse and raised it to show Skinner. "Murdoch's people, Sir."
"You call him Fox?" Walter growled.
Scully rolled her eyes, "Sir, Murdoch has Agent Mulder. If you recall, Sir,
Murdoch had some pretty unpleasant...sex scenes planned for him and I'd
rather not waste time getting you up to speed. So I am just going to say it.
Agent Mulder and Alex Krycek are lovers. There. I've said it. Now let's
go get my partner back."
She let out a scream of shock as she was pushed aside as Walter moved so fast
that he had Alex pinned to the wall with a gun to his head before her scream
was even finished. "You fucking, poaching bastard." Walter was beet red and
his jaw was clenched so tight his teeth were almost compressed.
Alex had his gun pointed directly at Walter's heart. "You can't kill me
before I pull this trigger, Skinner. And if you kill me, Fox will kill you
even if you do survive."
Skinner felt cold steel on his neck and he turned to see Scully's apologetic
face. "Please, Sir, step back from Krycek."
Skinner did so in shock. Scully was taking this bastard's side over him?
She saw his confusion and shrugged. "I wouldn't personally choose Krycek,
but Mulder loves him." She shrugged again. "He'd kill me if I let either of
you hurt each other."
Krycek felt sick to his stomach and he put a gentle hand on Scully's tiny
shoulder. "Murdoch won't hurt him will he?"
She looked grim, "I think we all know that Murdoch tried to rape him once...I
really don't think that those bites were acts of gentle passion."
Skinner was brought back to the problem at hand. He'd kill the interloper,
Krycek later. He was irrationally furious with Mulder for not being a virgin
for him. But he shook his head at that anger. Mulder was innocent even to
his own appeal. The bastard Krycek was the one who took advantage of his
sweet Fox.
Skinner eyed Krycek with disgusted eyes. "You may have Mulder fooled,
Krycek, but not me. You may have Scully defending you, you slimy bastard,
but not for long." With that he strode into the kitchen, where he recoiled
in horror. A skinless, tortured corpse grinned at him, its broken jaw
hanging near jovially to its chest. Scully and Krycek followed him in and
Scully let out a small sound of distress before she covered her reaction with
a tightening of her lips.
Krycek shrugged. "Fox didn't kill him. He was the only one alive. He knew
where Fox was. I had to get it out of him."
Both Scully and Walter looked at him as if he were from another planet. The
brutality shocked them. He shook his head, "You two. You can't imagine how
I could do this can you?" He glared at them with fierce eyes. "But guess
what? If it meant I could see and hold Fox again I'd fucking do it to you
both." At their shocked looks he sighed. "I am not saying I would...or that
Fox would ever forgive me if I did it...I am simply saying that I'd do
anything for him."
Scully cleared her throat and made to leave the grisly kitchen. She much
preferred the gaping, open chests and the torn throats to the macabre scene
in the kitchen. Skinner's words halted her.
Skinner smiled a bit at Krycek. "You really love him don't you, spy? That's
a shame."
Krycek leaned on the table, totally unconcerned with the dead man's hand near
his hip. "You have no chance, Skinner. You see, I //know// you want him.
But he //loves// me."
Skinner felt the pulsing of the Opening come to the fore, eager to destroy
his enemy. It would be simple, he knew, to kill this man. He almost did it.
But he believed the bastard. Fox, his lovely Fox, loved Krycek. Could he
really hurt Mulder? He could claim him, but hurt him? No. He wanted Mulder
willing in his bed, not fighting him. A small part of him acknowledged that
he would take Mulder either way, struggling or clinging. That thought scared
him, as that ruthless part of himself was growing.
Scully was trying to take it all in, but said only, "Fight over him later.
For now we need to get him back. I have an idea of where Murdoch has him."
Alex whipped his head to her and his face tensed, "What are we waiting for?"
Skinner held up a commanding hand, "Wait. Where, Scully?"
She raised her chin a bit defiantly, as if expecting to be mocked. "In the
secret catacombs beneath Club La Lune."
Skinner raised his brows and tilted his head down, clearly surprised. "The
restaurant?"
She nodded.
"My friend here talked about the lower chambers." Alex added impatiently,
gesturing toward the grinning corpse. "You two can talk, I am going to go
get Fox."
"Alex, this isn't a game...this isn't some little cult that are down in those
catacombs." Scully put one tiny, strong hand on Alex's strongly muscled
bicep. "I want him back as much as you, Krycek...I can't have you running in
and making it worse."
Alex frowned. "I am not some green cop, Scully. I can manage to sneak into
some very secure places."
"This conversation is over." Walter was towering above them. "We are going
to do this right. Scully is right, Krycek. I am not going to endanger him
because you are hot-tempered."
Alex glared and made to move to engage Walter in more interesting ways, but
that small hand was still on his arm. Scully. Mulder's rock. She was
staring at him with hopeful eyes. "Help us...don't work against us."
Walter spared him one last glance and then pulled out his cell phone. In
seconds he was barking out commands and even Krycek felt himself flinch at
the authority.
All three agents tensed and drew their weapons as the apartment was entered
by a noisy group of men. A girlish shriek shocked the quiet of the apartment
followed by a thudding noise. Alex was in the hallway, fast and low before
Scully could blink. She followed, her vision blocked by the huge frame of
her superior.
The guns trained on the three men in the doorway went unnoticed as two of the
three knelt by the third who was supine on the floor in a dead faint, his
long blond hair fanned out on the floor like a platinum halo.
Alex was on the little toad like man and slamming him against the wall with a
snarl. "Start talking, toad."
The man's wide mouth gapped open and his glasses fogged up in fear. Sweat
immediately formed on his balding head and Alex stepped back in confusion as
the stubby man joined his long-haired companion in a faint.
"Krycek, these are Mulder's friends." Scully put in quickly.
Byers turned his head to the familiar voice gratefully. "Scully!"
Alex let the little troll drop to the floor. Scully saw the denied blood
lust leak out of his eyes. She shuddered. What was Mulder doing with this
man? He was dangerous...worse, he enjoyed the violence he peddled. She
looked again at the carrion lying in viscous slumber about the small
apartment and she steeled herself. Byers was grabbing her arm like a
life-line and she turned to him.
"Scully, where is Mulder? What...what happened here?" His eyes, so gentle
and surprisingly innocent, were trying desperately to avoid the gore. "We
came to tell Mulder that some pretty big something is messing with computer
systems all over. Pretty major...but this...What happened? Where's Mulder?"
Skinner went back to his cell phone and Krycek prowled about like a dangerous
cat. Langly's legs twitched, in dreams he was fleeing the hellish scene.
Suddenly Frohike was up and Byers was quick to settle the man down after he
stopped the little man from running out of the apartment.
A dark chuckle came from Alex and Byers swallowed in fear. He knew who Krycek
was. He was the modern version of the grim reaper, a killer with no
conscience and no mercy. What he was doing here, in Mulder's apartment was a
mystery. They had, of course, seen the violence in the streets on their way
out of the city. Even Alexandria was becoming a violent mass of bonfires and
bloody passion. Safe inside their rooms they had observed the images of
escalating madness with a critical sense of horror. They had, natural
assumed the government was testing a chemical weapon and had lost control of
it. It was when their systems had begun to be effected that they began to
truly connect to the situation. When the electronic gadgets began to fail it
was too close to home, not some image of events that while horrifying were
shaded in a veneer of unreality. The intermittent voices over radio and
television grew increasingly more frantic and when the computer screens had
revealed nothing but static the gunmen were more frightened than seeing the
bonfires of bone and flesh had done.
"Static...oh just static," Langly moaned and then his eyes opened.
Inner Chamber
Foxling was sleeping. Murdoch watched the lips part softly as exhalations of
warm breath dallied upon the lush fullness. His cock was hard again for the
beauty. After the lovely fuck in the bath, Murdoch had carried his prince,
still impaled on his cock, in to the bedroom where he rode the pretty to
another orgasm...for Murdoch only. He had denied his sweet love pleasure as
punishment for the foolish clinging to the other man, Alex. He had enjoyed
the sweet sounds of pain as he pounded his jealous fury into the sleek and
tender body. He ran a gentle hand down the muscled thighs. He knew Fox was
a runner, so sleekly muscled. He bent and licked the shell of the ear. His
hot breath in Fox's ear made Fox moan a bit in his sleep.
Murdoch probed between the lush cheeks with his left hand as his right hand
stroked the beautiful face. "You are so exquisite my lovely, Foxling. So
utterly perfect. After all this time. After all this life, I have found my
perfect mate." He closed his eyes for a moment as he found the still
slippery entrance. So tight and hot. His cock twitched wanting to bury
itself inside. With something akin to regret he stopped caressing the
enchanting face and moved to trap the soft cock between strong fingers. He
pinched, hard and Fox came awake with a pained grunt. His eyes met the
lovely forest eyes of his prize and he smiled. "That's right, Foxling. I'm
here. I won't leave you, sweetling."
Fox jerked his hips away from the punishing, pinching fingers and cried out
as he pushed, inadvertently, back onto the thick fingers inside his ass. He
pulled away from that invasion back into Murdoch's grasping hand and Murdoch
squeezed Mulder's sore cock.
"Uh...s.s.s.s.top!" Fox gritted out as his hips surged back away again,
impaling him in a humiliating cycle. He was close to panicking.
Murdoch dipped down and licked the honeyed skin of Mulder's shoulder. "Fuck
yourself on my fingers, Foxling. Do it to please me. Do it so I won't
punish you."
Fox stared at the big man who held him down. He glared, and then gathering
saliva and courage, he spit into the monster's face. "Fuck you...let me go!"
Murdoch gripped Fox's cock painfully and with a regretful sigh he imagined
his Foxling spread open, tied and luscious. No sooner had he thought it then
Fox was bound, limb to post on the four-posted bed face up, those lovely eyes
spitting fire. He wanted those slim hips to be raised high, and pillows
formed out of nothingness, lifting the plump, quiescent cock to his
attention. The long taut, muscles in those pretty legs were tense as his
little feast struggled. Murdoch knelt between Fox's thighs and nibbled
lightly, teasingly on the fat cock head. Fox's hips bucked in protest and he
cursed and questioned Murdoch's lineage. With and appreciative grin for his
prince's spirit, Murdoch willed those full lips gagged. Silenced, Fox
struggled angrily, futilely. Murdoch set to work making the pretty cock hard.
He spent long, languorous moments licking and nibbling. He chuckled as the
cock twitched in response and began to fill out hotly. "So pretty," he
husked out. He loved this so. He could smell the sweet flesh. So
delicious. He could spend a lifetime between these long, lovely legs. He
plopped the juicy head in his greedy mouth and groaned in pleasure at the
sweet taste. Fox was making small sounds of distress and Murdoch sucked
hard, tonguing the slit in the silky head eagerly. A muffled scream came
from those ripe, imprisoned lips and Murdoch lifted his head to smile at his
tortured lover.
"Don't fret, Foxling. It is natural to feel pleasure when your lover touches
you." Beautiful eyes, more green than he'd ever seen them, glared at him.
Fox bucked his hip futilely, making his cock and balls bounce delightfully.
Murdoch grasped the now throbbing cock in his hand and stroked it while he
took another long lick. "Oh you taste so sweet, Foxling. You should be glad
that you are here, safe with me. Your change has made you at once more
susceptible to erotic play as well as utterly irresistible to my kind." In
keeping with that statement Murdoch dipped to feed on the plump cock again.
"You'd never be able to keep your pretty buttocks closed. What a feast you
are. So tempting." He lay his upper body against Fox's helpless frame and
wrapped his arms beneath Fox's torso. Using his powerful leg muscles as
balance he pulled Fox up into a tight embrace, stretching Fox's arms and legs
against the bonds. Murdoch buried his face in Fox's neck and smelled and
licked at the soft skin found there. He pulled Fox tighter to him and Fox
cried out in pain as his body was pulled further off the bed and his joints
were stretched painfully. Murdoch rubbed the silken body against his hard
muscular frame and growled in lust. He rubbed his aching, hard cock against
Fox's. "See how hard you make me, Foxling?" He bit the taut flesh of
Mulder's jaw. "You make me ache for you, Foxling."
Fox couldn't even struggle, his every movement was agony as Murdoch held him
tight. His face was bathed in hot licks and his mole was sucked in hard. He
closed his eyes and pictured Alex's beautiful face and his tender touches.
He tried to pretend he was with Alex. His lower lip was bitten hard, as
Murdoch growled and moaned in a frenzy of passion. The pain shattered the
vision of Alex. Alex, who, though a ruthless killer, would never hurt him.
Murdoch's face loomed above his, flushed dark with passion. Fox felt terror
knife its way through him as Murdoch's eyes burned orange fire. Utterly
inhuman. The dark face and hair and the burning eyes, frightened Mulder into
stillness, and suddenly he believed very much, in demons.
Murdoch saw the pain in his prince's eyes and surprised himself again by
loosening g his grip. "I love you little, Foxling," he whispered in a
passion-husked voice. He couldn't resist those lips. He began licking the
gag-parted flesh and immediately the gag disappeared so he could kiss his
terrified lover. He humped his huge cock against Fox's more modest eight
inches and felt the inhalation of reluctant pleasure sucked into Fox's mouth.
He sucked on Fox's tongue, and then his sweet lips. Their eyes locked and
Murdoch knew he would never want anyone as much as this beautiful man.
Suddenly Fox's legs were released and then drawn up, the tanned thighs
pushed against his chest. Murdoch grinned as Foxling panicked. Invisible
bonds held the position and Murdoch slid down to plunder other moist warm
places.
Fox renewed his struggles as his ball were squeezed and pulled. He bit his
lip to keep from begging as Murdoch bent between the spread buttocks. He
closed his eyes tight as the hot, knowing tongue began to stroke his
sensitive anus.
"Have you ever been tongue fucked until you came screaming, Foxling?"
Murdoch breathed hotly against the tight pink flesh.
Fox tossed his head in denial, eyes shocked open.
Murdoch bit at the sensitive spot, alternating hard licks with nibbling
bites. He wrapped his arms under and around Fox's spread thighs, pulling the
sweet ass closer to his ravenous mouth. His cock throbbed when his Foxling
began to moan and beg. He growled his lust out when Fox began to scream. So
utterly uninhibited, those screams. Murdoch's tongue lengthened and
thickened as he pushed it in and out of the silken spot, created just for his
use. He jabbed and stroked the pleasure kernel and Fox was brought to the
brink of orgasm. When he felt the body beneath him tense with impending
ecstasy he withdrew his tongue pulling back to stare at the tear-stained,
passion flushed face. He stroked Fox's pebbled nipples softly, until sanity
began to return to the lovely face. Then he would bend down to start the
cycle again.
Hours later he still tortured his captive lover and sobs of frustration and
pain racked the succulent body. Fox was babbling incoherently, already
having promised anything if only he could come. It took only a few heavy
licks of Fox's prostate to bring him screaming to the edge. Murdoch sat back
then and let Fox loose. Fox was shivering, confused. Best of all, Fox was
hungry for it. He could see the hatred and desperation war in Mulder's
expressive eyes.
Murdoch oiled the fingers of his right hand. "Do you want to come, Foxling?"
Mulder whimpered, and writhed on the bed. He wanted so to deny Murdoch his
due. But it was as if he was on fire. He wanted to come so badly...he'd
give anything to feel the sweet, pulsing pleasure ignite him.
"Do you, Foxling? Do want to come?"
Fox was shaking. He couldn't think...his mind was filled with images of
sex...hard thrusts...dripping cocks. He stared down at his own weeping
erection, but his ass was on fire. He looked into those strangely glowing
eyes and nodded.
"Say it," Murdoch hissed.
"I want to come," Mulder whispered, too hot to be ashamed.
Murdoch smiled. "Fuck yourself on my fingers." He sat on his heels and
spread his thighs. Wiggling his glistening fingers he smiled at his lover.
"Come here. Your back to my chest...open your ass for my fingers."
Trembling Mulder moved to position himself between Murdoch's thighs. He
spread his buttocks with shaking hands and lowered himself on to Murdoch's
thick fingers. He nearly sobbed as those digits scraped his hungry prostate.
He moved to feel more of that thickness.
"Wrap your arms about my neck, Foxling."
"Oh...please." Even Fox didn't know what he was asking for. But he reached
behind himself and wrapped his arms about the thick neck of the man who
enslaved him and he gasped in pleasure. "Oh...oh yes...in me."
"Ride my fingers, Foxling." Murdoch was on fire. His cock was sliding up and
down the deep crack of Fox's buttocks as Fox moved to fuck himself on
Murdoch's fingers. He hooked his fingers to hit Fox's prostate and his
prince sobbed and his hips began to move in circular movements as Murdoch
began to suck in Mulder's ear.
"Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..."
Murdoch lifted the fragile human frame and positioned the hot hole over his
own throbbing cock and slammed it down. Heat and vice. A vice of strength
and passion engulfed Murdoch's cock and the two men screamed in unison,
pumping together, racing, fighting for orgasm. Murdoch exploded inside
Mulder's tight insides as his sweet prince's hands clenched tight on
Murdoch's neck. Murdoch watched the plump cock explode without being touched
and, gently he kissed the sexy mole, letting the hot ass pump a few more
times on his exploding cock.
"Oh, Foxling, you are so good at being my fuck." He kissed the long neck.
"You will always be mine." Murdoch frowned. He would have to find a way to
keep his Foxling alive far longer than his human tissue would allow. While
he and the Others were eternal, humans no matter changed or not, were mortal,
and they would die. The Opening would have prolonged Foxling's life by fifty
or so years, but that would never be long enough for Murdoch. Surely there
was a way.
Fox was struggling with himself, Murdoch knew. The change had affected his
prince...not in the way it affected the masses in D.C. He was still human,
still rational and independent. There would be few of these humans in D.C.
where the populace would run mad very shortly...screwing themselves to death,
killing each other or simply killing themselves. As the Change radiated out
the effects would lessen, but that wouldn't save humanity. Human's like his
prince would be priceless, touched by the Opening and the initial Change they
would be perfected and rare. Fox's looks wouldn't change much, except he
would appear much younger...something Murdoch wasn't sure he would
like...Mulder was utter perfection as it was. Fox and others like him would
be addictive...so sweetly fuckable men and women would kill to have them.
Murdoch grinned, watching sanity return to his prince's face. It wasn't the
humans, though, that would pose the greatest threat to Fox and his fellow
changed survivors. The biggest threat would come from the non-humans, the
interesting and delightfully horrifying creatures that were even now escaping
from the chains that bound them to the realm of nightmares. Fox would grow
to appreciate the safety of belonging to him. Surely that brilliant mind
could anticipate what the wolves had wanted to do to him, down in the
catacombs. Surely, Foxling must have known that the wolves would have
dragged him deep into the dark and raped him until he could no longer move.
He would have had to listen as the human guards were then devoured, eaten
alive and screaming. The wolves wouldn't kill Fox any more than any other of
his kind would, but they would not cherish him, caress him, pamper him or
love him enough to punish him when he was a naughty boy. No, to them he
would simply be a hot fuck...totally irresistible and sweet, but no more.
Foxling was lucky he was protected. Soon the Others would come and they too
would be drawn to the changed ones. There would be hundreds of these lovely
humans, a veritable feast that would be claimed quickly by ravenous
creatures. Murdoch had never been attracted to women, it had always been men
that he craved, but he bet there would be some women who would soon discover
what being a sex object //really// was. Ogres and trolls were known to
sustain erections for days, and both creatures were connoisseurs of female
flesh in the most normal of circumstances. He chuckled, imagining Fox's
beautiful partner being pounded non-stop by a drooling hairy troll, her pale
limbs slack from the futility of struggle.
Murdoch let his mind turn to the night ahead. The final sacrifices would be
made and then...he grinned darkly, "And then...all mine!" He frowned a bit
then. There would be the Others to contend with. The Others were first
bloods who had been born to be sacrificed, but who had escaped their fate.
Not because their parents had been unwilling, but because they had been
stolen by another member of the Mediggo who had had a change of heart and had
wanted to save the child from being killed. The rarity of this was notable.
The parents, no matter how willing to sacrifice would be killed and the line
ended. There were twenty such first blood children, now grown. They would
ascend alongside him, but as humans, their power would be less than his own.
He may have lived as a human for millennia, but he had never been one.
He would need to bring as many of these human ascendants to him, as soon as
possible. For while they would not be as powerful as he, they could join
forces and successfully oppose him. The closer to the Opening one of the
twenty chosen were when they ascended, the more powerful they would become.
He knew instinctively one of his brothers was near and growing dangerously
strong, stronger than the human yet realized, and stronger than Murdoch had
ever anticipated a human ascendant could become. He had felt the Opening
greedily feeding this Other with the fierce abandon of a mother feeding a
child. He could only hope this one would come to his side and obey him.
Initially the Others would have to come to him. They would be compelled to do
so, and for one meeting all twenty-one would form a circle and close the
Opening, forever locking out the world from which they had come, forever
sealing the fate on the conquered vistas of Earth. After that moment it was
unknown. He could not control them. They would have to choose to side with
him. They would, too, want to claim as many of the changed humans as they
could. Murdoch mused that he would have to claim more himself. Females as
well as males for breeding purposes. It wouldn't do to cross breed and ruin
the perfection of these genetically altered pretties. There would be an
eternity of such humans if proper breeding was supervised. He would claim
twenty females for those purposes he decided. Perhaps a few hot little men
to toy with as well. He grinned. It was going to be glorious.
He cradled his precious burden and kissed the top of the silken head. Fox
was falling asleep. His eyes were drooping tiredly and a small yawn made its
way down into his chest. Murdoch watched enchanted and let his prince lie
down. Such beauty, so much sexy skin. He knew the change was drawing him
in, making him insatiable for his prince, but he had things to attend. He
grinned and with a small smack on the ripe, oiled ass, he happily went to
attend to them.
The men, introduced to Alex Krycek as Mr. Jones and Mr. Smith, waited as
Murdoch poured himself a glass of zinfandel. Jones, whose true name was Adam
Croft tapped the small tape that rested on the iron table, nervously looking
at his companion, Warls Barol, a.k.a. Mr. Smith. They were both active in
the political scene, though in separate parties.
Murdoch turned to them with a blank expression. He sipped his wine and
watched the nervous men twitch in their skin. "What of Mr. Spender? Will he
be amendable to further negotiations?" Murdoch asked finally.
Croft cleared his throat. "Mr. Spender and the group he represents will be
willing to aid us, given the right price."
"The allies they protect will be a problem, Master," Barol added nervously.
Murdoch knew all this. He had seen the man Spender in a dream. The old man
was an important ally...or would be. What he was interested in was why two
of his chosen would visibly and audibly react when they heard the name of the
man his prince claimed to love. He sat in a leather and steel chair and
leaned closer to his nervous companions. "Tell me all of it."
Croft slid the tape toward Murdoch. "This is the tape of the surveillance we
were doing on Mr. Spender." He looked at Barol for a moment. "We came up
with the routine request for a hit...only this time he had the assassin meet
with us."
"Totally irregular you understand, master, we have never met with any of the
men or woman the Consortium sends to jump through our hoops," Barol said
quickly.
"The assassin...he is on these tapes." Croft nodded at the small tape
Murdoch was fondling.
"Alex Krycek," Murdoch mused.
The two men were startled by his perception, despite knowing what he was.
They nodded in unison.
Murdoch motioned toward the shadows and a hulking man emerged. Croft could
see other huge men in the shadows and he shuddered. Guards. Murdoch's
personal guards were always wolves. He thanked a god he didn't believe in
that the wolves were in human form at the moment. The large man who took the
tape and moved toward the soon to be useless television, made the two men
shiver in fear. Garren was his name. The name that even a pure blood would
fear. Brilliant, feral and terrifying. He stood 6'4" in his human guise,
and well over 7' changed. Viscious Garren, pack leader and Murdoch's one
companion throughout the centuries. Only Murdoch need not fear him. The
pack was terrified of him. Soon all humans would be as well. Garren pushed
play and with a small, hungry smile he bowed at Murdoch and retreated a bit
behind his master. The tape played. On screen smoke swirled around the man,
Spender as he made polite talk until his attention was grabbed elsewhere.
His face tightened and his hand shook a small bit as he drew up the cigarette
to his lips.
"This is when Krycek comes," Croft announced, eager to see the beauty again.
The camera, hidden in a tie clip, changed perspective as Croft had shifted in
his seat to catch the approach of the promised solution to their problem.
Murdoch's expression didn't change as the camera showed the young man moving
toward the table. He was incredibly beautiful...like a cat, all sleek
muscled lines and glowing eyes. Murdoch narrowed his eyes. The man, Alex,
had not been done justice in the grainy images taken from Fox's apartment.
The assassin was glowering at the men at the table, and Murdoch had to smile
fully at the near sulky, though dangerous quality to his rival. Murdoch
watched how the green eyes narrowed in contempt as Alex settled down at the
table with Spender. He noticed how the finely drawn nostrils flared a bit as
Spender had toyed with the delicate hoops Alex wore in his small ears. The
beauty looked like he wanted to spit and scratch. A small growl sounded
behind Murdoch, and he smiled. Garren obviously liked what he saw on screen.
"Spender is more crafty than even I gave him credit for," Murdoch mused in a
deceptively lazy voice. "He knows both your weaknesses. I take it you
jumped through his hoop rather than he jumping through ours?" At the
flushed, guilty looks he received Murdoch nodded. "Very crafty," he said to
himself. Spender would be valuable in ridding the world of the alien
presence that threatened his own plans.
"I thought perhaps, master, that I could take care of this impudent young
man." Croft said carefully. "Punish him for trespassing against you, of
course."
"What? No, master, I ought to be the one to take care of Krycek...I have
served you longer," Barol objected in a high pitched voice.
Murdoch held up a hand, irritated by their obvious lust. "Leave me now." He
looked up quickly as the two did not immediately leave. At his look, the two
hurriedly took their leave.
Garren had been riveted to the screen. He felt numb. He had never seen such
beauty. He made a small sound, and his master looked to him and laughed
softly. "Garren, you seem distracted."
"No, master."
Murdoch could smell the arousal coming from his head of security. The other
guards in the shadows were uneasy as their leader became agitated. "I should
just kill the little cat and be done with it," he said casually, while hiding
a smile at the reaction his words provoked in the large man. Wolves, even
the most brilliant, were predictable. Pack leader or no, Garren was
territorial to a fault, and it was apparent he was entranced by the beautiful
creature on the screen. Garren's nostrils were flared, and Murdoch knew he
was aching to transform and go hunting //his// little cat out. "Perhaps I
should gift him to one of our new allies. The Others will no doubt be coming
into power now...they would love to have something this
beautiful...especially if he is changed by the opening." Murdoch stared at
the frozen image of his scrumptious rival and could tell that Krycek, like
Foxling, was changed. Very interesting, the possibilities.
Garren tensed. He could not openly disagree with his master, but the
green-eyed cat would be his, not gifted to a human ascendant. His master
would have to bring the Others to him in some other way. His hands ached
with the pressure of his desire to transform. He wanted to hunt...to find the
little cat and claim him. If anything claimed him before Garren could,
Garren would tear it apart.
Murdoch waved Garren away and turned to rewind the tape. He wanted to watch
the scene again. He stopped the tape when it focused on Krycek and let it
play forward again. His Foxling had good taste. Beauty or not, however,
Foxling was his. If he were to keep the little cat, Alex would have to learn
that lesson very quickly.
Apartment #42
"Okay that is it. I am not sitting around here one more minute. Fox is in
trouble and we are sitting doing nothing." Alex looked into Dana's earnest
gaze.
"We aren't doing nothing, Krycek. We are planning..."
"Wake up. Scully. No one is coming. Everyone in this crazy city has lost
it. There are people hiding in their homes...the dead bodies are piling up
and you think even an Assistant Director has the pull to get a strike team in
order to rescue one Agent?"
"And potentially end this crisis. If we can take Murdoch into custody. We
can stop this from happening." Dana stood and walked over to a much happier
trio of gunmen.
Langly beamed at her. "Mulder's equipment works. I'm on the net."
Frohike's glasses reflected the screen but his eyes were looking sideways at
the dark haired man sitting on the black, leather couch. "We know now that
whatever is happening is spreading fast...reports of
social...uh...disturbance are being reported in Texas and all the way up into
Canada.
Scully narrowed her eyes. "What in the hell is going on?"
"It's just us," Skinner said tersely from the doorway. "The whole city is
falling apart. The officers that are left are being used to evacuate the
political big shots. We go in alone."
Krycek stood, slowly. "Let me guess. You just verified what I have been
saying for the last twenty minutes?"
Skinner stared at the annoying man. Krycek's eyes burned jade fire and his
bow shaped mouth was tight in anger. He was a very alluring man, Skinner
reluctantly admitted. His body was muscular and sexy. The large bulge at
his crotch reminded Skinner that Krycek had trespassed. He could see
Mulder's swollen lips wrapped around what looked to be a substantial cock and
he had to look away from the bastard. He could think, suddenly, of several
ways to punish a bad, trespassing, pretty boy. He flushed with surprise.
Having Krycek, tied and beaten...naked and hot and begging for it...was not
on his agenda. Regardless, his cock jumped a bit. It only took an image of
Mulder's face to bring Skinner back to reality.
"You three," he barked at the Lone Gunman, causing them to start. "We need
your help. We'll need to get past whatever type of security they have below
the club."
"Baku assured me that the main entrance was the easiest entrance. It is in a
warehouse a few blocks from the club. Apparently the entrance in the club
itself is more dangerous...something about the guards being more ravenous in
those tunnels." Scully shrugged. "I don't know what that means, but the
entrance in the warehouse allows for the use of a vehicle." At the blank
stares of the men surrounding her she explained. "Baku is a member of the
cult...well he was a servant at any rate. Mulder and I helped him
escape...sort of...anyway it isn't important.
"We'll need weapons," Krycek pointed out.
"Taken care of," Skinner snapped.
"We would be glad to help get Mulder away from this creep," Frohike said
fiercely. "No one messes with one of our own." His fists were clenched and
Alex had to admit he looked dangerous. An illusion of course. After all the
little man had fainted when Alex had held him aloft. Not the action of a
dangerous man. Still he was obviously loyal to Fox. That earned the little
man a place in Alex's 'hands off' book.
"I am accessing the city planners system...it is rough going, but I should be
able to access...yes I'm in and accessing plans for warehouses in the area."
Langly was near drooling as he sped from one plan to the next. "Hello! X
marks the spot." He let Krycek peer over his shoulder, the flush of success
overriding his natural fear of the dangerous creature.
"What's this?" Krycek asked, tapping a dark area on the plan laid out on
screen.
"It looks like a connector tunnel...that'd be my guess." Langly looked up
into the sexy face and remembered to feel fear. "Uh, Sir. Sir I mean."
Krycek looked to Skinner and tilted his head toward the screen indicating
Skinner should take a look.
Skinner made his way to the monitor and after a moment a small smile,
chilling in its masked fury, played on his lips. "That's it."
Six heads went together, planning a rescue attempt in a town that had lost
its reason.
Catacombs
Skinner and Krycek rode down in the elevator in tense silence. They had
managed to use the van that had been intended for Alex's own abduction. They
had been let into the warehouse with Langly driving, wearing the uniform of
one of the slain, would-be kidnappers. Frohike almost blew the operation as
they pulled into the empty warehouse. He was sitting in the passenger seat,
also bedecked in a stolen, too big uniform. He grabbed his stolen medallion
and lifting it in a toasting manner, said, "Rock on, Brother."
The guard had looked confused and Langly hurried to say, "We finally subdued
the other prisoner. The Ascendant is waiting for him."
Byers, Krycek, Skinner and Scully were all dark shapes in the back of the
van. Byers pushed Krycek up a bit so the guard could see him tied and
furiously glaring. The guard grinned at the pretty man. He had just come on
duty but everyone knew that the Ascendant was expecting another captive. He
waved the van in and Byers quickly untied Krycek. "I...I didn't push you too
hard did I...K-Krycek? I am strong for my size...sometimes I forget. It
wasn't intentional."
Krycek nodded. "No problem."
"G-Good. You know I wouldn't intentionally..."
"Shut up, Byers," Frohike snapped nervously.
They were met with more guards at a large metal door. "That's it, the
connecting door," Skinner observed moving forward in the van slightly to see
through the windshield.
Scully checked her weapon. "Review the plan, Sir."
The door slid open as the second set of guards received the all-clear from
the first set. Frohike used a small microphone to digitally record the
electronic signal that unlocked the control box of the doors. He worked
frantically to be able to recreate the sound when they were trying to exit.
He half listened as Skinner repeated the plan. Skinner and Krycek would find
Mulder and bring him to the van. The gunman and Scully were to guard the van
and keep the escape route open.
"Oh God!" Langly whispered as he drove the van down the steep grade into the
dark.
Frohike looked up and swallowed. "Oh shit." Frohike pushed his glasses up
and tightened his lips. His friend was down in this dark pit. The darkness
swallowed the van and the passengers felt the darkness as a tangible presence.
The elevator doors slid open and the two men stepped out into a torch-lit
tunnel. Skinner took the lead and they moved quickly up the path, keeping to
the largest, brightest tunnel. Krycek heard odd noises coming from smaller
tunnels and movement out of the corner of his eyes. Every instinct in his
body was screaming for him to run. He ignored them.
Skinner heard the guttural sounds of a language inside his head and knew it
was somehow coming from creatures in the shadows. He had the impression of
strength and killing passion. He could smell his own blood through these
creatures...it smelled hot and sweet. He smiled grimly. He knew they
wouldn't touch him, wouldn't dare. Why, he couldn't say, but it was
connected somehow to the strange things that were happening to him
personally. All thoughts of skulking beasts fled as he could sense Mulder
nearby. He threw a look back at the younger man following him. "Mulder is
just up ahead," he said grimly. He grinned wolfishly at the young man's look
of surprise. "Don't ask me how I know, Krycek, just follow me."
Krycek nodded. "Skinner, there is something foll..." His words were cut off
as something huge and fast grabbed him and shoved him into a dark tunnel. He
fell back and the creature fell atop him. The air was pushed out from his
lungs, as his vision was filled with teeth and hair.
It smelled the human. It smelled good to it. It was hungry and was about to
tear open the soft throat when the smell hit him. It growled in surprise.
The human was pretty, and it wanted him. The eyes were green and the lips
soft and pink, no biting teeth only pretty, white square things. It wanted
to make the human pant and lick and bite. It grew hard against the human's
clothed form. It wanted to take this little one away from these dark tunnels
and bring it to the forest...own it...take it forever. It began to use its
talons for tearing off the clothing instead of ripping off the flesh. It
growled out a warning to others of its pack that had smelled the scent and
were closing in to challenge him for the human. It howled in pain as
something sharp and cold cut into its side. It didn't stop its work at
trying to remove the humans clothes as the pain struck again.
Krycek stabbed his eight-inch knife into the hairy creature seven times
before it fell still on him. Only seconds had passed but it felt like an
eternity. The corpse was torn off him and he saw three other wolf men
reaching for him, and then fighting each other to keep the others from
reaching him. He rose quickly and they turned as one to keep him from
escape. He was shocked to see all the creatures were sexually aroused.
Suddenly they were backing away whining and growling angrily. Krycek turned
to see Skinner cautiously approaching, his gun trained on the wolves.
The wolves wanted the pretty human...wanted him so badly that they were
almost tempted to challenge the frightening one that smelled somewhat like
their master. But survival instinct took over. The big human could hurt
them. They moved further back into the dark tunnel.
Krycek backed away until they were back in the well-lit tunnel. "I guess
they're afraid of guns," Krycek tried to joke.
Skinner knew better. He also knew what the wolves had wanted and had been
ever so tempted to let them take Krycek. His innate desire to protect those
who needed protecting, mingled with a growing sense of territorialism for the
bastard had urged him to aid Krycek. "Let's go get Mulder."
Krycek saw two dead wolves in the corridor and wondered how Skinner had
killed them...he'd heard no gun fire. He looked at the big man warily and
nodded a bit shakily. "Let's do it and get the fuck out of this place."
Inner Chambers
Mulder pulled against the tethers that bound his wrists to the metal
bedframe. His ankles were bound so far apart he could feel the soft breeze
of the ceiling fan on his tender nether regions. He clenched his buttocks
reflexively trying to hide the abused entrance for fear Murdoch would come
back and take him again. Throughout the long horrible day he had been
awakened to find Murdoch moving in him, taking him to screaming orgasm and
leaving him in despair. His body was no loner his own. It responded
hungrily to Murdoch's powerful body. He would find his ass slamming backward
as he begged for Murdoch to do it. Maddening pleasure, so intense his voice
was hoarse from his screams. His body was a marionette for Murdoch.
However, his mind was his own and he wanted nothing more than to escape. He
felt sick when he thought of Murdoch touching him...he felt sick when he
considered having to look at himself in a mirror. God he wanted Alex.
Strange how so quickly Alex had become an anchor. He wanted those arms
around him, those lips whispering his name. Mulder began to cry in
frustration as the tethers held. He struggled viscously feeling the cut of
leather into flesh. He was losing it he knew, but it was all too much
suddenly and he thrashed madly on the bed, sobbing, desperate to escape.
Entering the large bedroom, Alex felt as if someone had punched him. Fox was
tied, naked and exposed, to a large bed. His lover was struggling against
the bonds and crying, making every part of Alex hurt. He rushed to the bed,
un-mindful of any danger in the room. For the first time in a long time Alex
wasn't cautious.
Skinner was there to shoot the cultist who was pointing a gun at Alex, but
Alex barely spared him a glance. He went to Fox and put a shaking hand on
the warm silken flesh of Fox's writhing back. "Hey, hey, Fox...c'mon calm
down, baby. It's okay. I am going to get you out of here."
Fox heard the voice, and he turned a tear-streaked face to Alex. The vision
was wonderful. He doubted his sanity and shook his head, "Alex?"
"Yeah, baby, let's get you out of here."
Fox realized Alex was truly there and he struggled again, "Alex, help me.
Help me out of these. Please hurry. Please, Alex."
Alex's lips tightened at the state Fox was in. "I'm going to cut you loose,
baby. C'mon, calm down for me."
Fox nodded and swallowed hard. His eyes locked with Alex's and he calmed a
bit.
Alex took his knife, still smeared with blood from that wolf-like creature
and began to slice at the thick leather. He had freed one hand only when
Skinner approached the bed.
Skinner spared one glance at the glistening anus so cruelly exposed and he
jerked away. Ashamed that he wanted the semen so obviously covering that
small entrance to be his. His fists clenched in anger. "We need to go now,
Krycek," he barked.
Mulder gasped, horrified that his superior was seeing him...seeing all of
him, trussed up like some Byzantine pleasure slave. He turned a shocked face
to see the concerned face of his boss and then he jerked back to look,
gasping at Alex. He hid his face in his arm with a wounded gasp, and Alex
glared at Skinner.
Skinner grabbed one ankle tether and with no effort he ripped it in half. He
repeated the process with the other ankle, never once looking at Mulder's
naked form. His hand shook as he lightly brushed the tender skin of Mulder's
ankle. It wasn't sexual that shiver, just intimate. He wanted nothing more
than to kill Murdoch for this. Not for trespassing, but for hurting Mulder.
Alex was gaping as Skinner tore the thick leather like paper and was still
agape when Skinner freed Mulder's other arm and began to lift him from the
black satin sheets. Alex snapped out of it at that and he snarled out, "I've
got him, Skinner."
Skinner's head snapped up as if startled. He let Alex pull Mulder to his
feet, but said in a dangerous tone. "I can carry him easier than you."
Mulder was snapped out of his shamed silence, and he glared at the two fuming
men. "I am not a fucking invalid. //I// have me. Just get me some goddamn
clothes." His tone silenced both men and Skinner hurriedly found a large
pair of pants that had been laid over the back of a velvet chair. Mulder
shook his head wildly, "Not those...those are...his." The last word was a
whisper so pained that it almost went unheard.
"Mulder, put on the pants. We are leaving. Now!" Skinner's voice of utter
authority was not the only force that compelled Mulder to put on the too big
trousers. He //had// to obey.
Alex handed Mulder the belt from a silken robe to use as a belt and then he
gave Mulder's face a gentle kiss. "We'll get out of this place, baby." He
looked into the frightened eyes, and he smiled a bit. "I promise." He
turned to hurry through the door at Mulder's nod. Skinner brought up the
rear as they retraced their steps.
Mulder saw the dead wolf creatures and shuddered. They were changing in
death. It was true, he mused, the legends of werewolves. When killed they
reverted to human form. "Did you have to use silver?" He asked, dazed.
"What? Baby, what?" Alex asked, turning back for a moment.
"Move it, Krycek. Mulder, stop asking questions and move." Walter barked
out. Not surprisingly, the two younger men hurried on.
Something was burrowing in the loose soil beneath their feet. It was behind
them and travelling fast. They made the iron elevator and Krycek pointed his
gun at the furrow traveling toward them as Skinner leapt into the elevator.
The door began to slide close, in an overly languorous manner and the
creature from beneath the ground began to claw itself out. Long, hooked
talons scrabbled upwards, searching for purchase as a domed, hairless pale
head emerged. The creature was the length of a man, but narrow. Incredibly
like an earth worm in shape. Cavernous mouth filled with teeth grinned at
the stunned trio before the elevator closed and they began their ascent.
Mulder was going into shock, Alex surmised, as he cupped the beautiful face
and examined him. "Hold on, baby. Just a little bit more. Can you do it
for me? Just a little bit more, Fox...just a little more."
Fox nodded, vaguely. "Of course I can, Alex. I see things like that all the
time. I believe that was a monster...a human...worm...thing. I saw a
picture of it...Chinese book...they eat...entrails...fresh of course. Never
thought I'd see one in...in a tunnel that had dead werewolves lying around in
it though. I am not really clear on why that is..."
Alex cast a nervous look at Skinner with narrowed green eyes that were truly
cat-like.
Walter took Fox by the shoulders and shook him lightly. "Snap out of it,
Agent Mulder."
Alex looked like he wanted to shoot Skinner.
"I need you to work with us. Do you understand?" Skinner's warm eyes bore
deep into Mulder's thoughts, and he nodded. "Good. I know this is hard
for..." The elevator slid open, and Skinner propelled his agent out.
The dark van was waiting and Dana shot another cultist who was attempting to
approach the vehicle. "Move it," she shouted, and the three men ran full
tilt for the van just as the world began to shake.
A balding, bespectacled head peered out of the open side panel. "Run! Fly
like the wind! And for God's sake don't look behind you!" Frohike screamed,
his eyes huge behind his thick frames.
Mulder immediately looked over his shoulder and saw dozens of the worm
creatures oozing out of the elevator, having chewed through the metal floor
with their plentiful teeth. "Jesus Christ!" He shouted and turned to run
faster than he'd ever ran before. They leapt into the van and Scully jammed
the van's gas pedal to the floor.
The dark ascent up the access road was a terse, quiet ride as the gibbering
and howling of creatures running behind them heralded their progress with
nightmarish abandon. Langly sat in the passenger seat, trying to concentrate
on duplicating the electronic signal that had opened the large door
separating the tunnel and the warehouse. He caught a glimpse of something
huge outside his window, and he let out a small cry of distress.
"Whatever you are going to do, Langly, do it now," Scully hissed as they
approached the massive metal door. Something landed on the roof of the van
and Byers was yelling about werewolves in the back. Langly pushed a button
and a silent signal was sent to the control box on the door and was accepted
with a blinking green light. The van didn't slow its progress as it hurtled
toward the opening door. Scully scrunched her face up as she angled the van
to just make it through the space opened, and sparks flew from the side of
the van as they shot from the dark into the light.
They were screeching into the street within seconds and Skinner shouted,
"Head north, agent Scully."
Scully nodded and with amazing skill she drove the van around countless
obstacles.
She managed to get the group out of the city quickly by taking a northward
path out of Georgetown. She drove speedily on darkened roads, woodlands on
either side absorbing the lights from the van's headlights. The pulsing
light from the Pink Sphere in the sky began to expand and twirl like a
tornado viewed from above.
Alex cradled Fox to his chest and stared astonished at the otherworldly light
display. Fox was shivering slightly but he seemed oblivious of his
surroundings. Skinner watched the two together and wanted to rip his agent
out of Krycek's arms. He felt his stomach tighten, but not with jealousy.
Beads of sweat were rolling down his face and he clutched at the sides of his
head. "Stop the van," he said shakily. "Stop it!" he yelled. Scully
reluctantly pulled to the side of the road alongside a small meadow.
Skinner tore his way out of the van and stumbled into the meadow. Krycek
stayed in the van with Mulder, but the rest of the occupants hurried after
Skinner with looks of fright mingled with worry on their faces. Skinner fell
to his knees with a roar of agony and Scully approached him to help, but
Frohike grabbed her and held her tight. "Don't, Scully. Look at him!"
Electricity was beginning to dance about Skinner with strange pink fingers
and he spread his arms wide. Suddenly he was hit by a beam of energy and
Scully searched out the source, finding it to be the sphere. She saw the
whole world light up, heard Skinner screaming and then the sphere was
exploding outward and they were all immediately thrown to the ground with the
force of the concussion. Pink light covered everything and the world shook
again as it had earlier. Then she knew nothing, her head falling down to the
soft wild grass.
She woke to find Skinner standing above her with a strange look on his face.
She felt fear for a moment, but then she saw that he was extending a hand.
"Scully, come on we don't have any time. We have to get you all inside
somewhere."
His voice was the same, but she felt he wasn't the same Skinner she'd known
and trusted. However, she too wanted to get inside somewhere. She took the
proffered hand and he lifted her easily. She saw the gunmen still sprawled
unconscious and she hurried to aid Skinner in rousing them. Skinner went to
the van and instead of climbing in to stay, he simply picked Mulder up and
held the unconscious man in his arms. "Wake Krycek and follow me," he barked
out.
"Sir, why are you walking?" Scully asked as she got in the van to fetch
Krycek.
"The van won't work anymore," Skinner said and disappeared into the darkness
without further explanation.
She woke Krycek and jumped out of the van to catch up with Skinner and the
gunmen, who had followed the big man obediently. Krycek stumbled after them
and tried to glare at Skinner for holding Mulder but was too confused...too
blurred about events.
"Sir, A.D. Sir? Why don't you wake up Mulder? Is he all right? Why are you
carrying him? Can't he walk?" Byers rambled on nervously.
In truth Skinner didn't want to wake Mulder, he was luxuriating in holding
that sexy body, smelling the smell of sex on him. Mulder was so beautiful in
his arms. He belonged there. He stared down at the plump lips and his cock
lengthened and hardened. He could visualize parting those lips with his
cock. He groaned imagining the velvet heat.
"Huh? Huh, Sir?" Byers persisted.
"He is too weak," Skinner snapped and spared the bearded man a look. He was
startled by Byer's appeal...nothing physical just some strange attractant.
He looked at all those following him and all had the same appeal...though in
different degrees. Scully, always beautiful, shone like a radiant gem, so
lush and sexy that he wanted her as well. Krycek was like a magnet, so
beautiful he seemed alien. Skinner closed his eyes for a moment's respite. He
had no idea why but even Frohike and Langly were somewhat sexy. None
inspired him as much as the precious bundle in his arms, but he knew on an
instinctive level that the group was changed. Krycek seemed the most
changed, after Fox, but all were effected to some degree. If he could find
Frohike sexy, than either he was insane or things were forever changed. He
knew what he was at least. Knowledge from the Opening had suffused him. His
parents had not been his real parents. He had been born, not for sacrifice
but to ascend...a balancing mechanism to the Ascendant. Nature demanded such
balances. He realized that he could have forced the van to move, but he
shook off that option. He wanted to understand the full extent of his new
power before he revealed it. He knew one thing with utter certainty. He was
one of a very few. He would be part of the new power structure of the world
and as such he would be denied nothing he wanted. He looked down at his love
and grinned. Denied nothing he wanted indeed. Mulder would belong to him
and grow to love it...and crave it.
The group made it to a darkened home. The family had abandoned it when the
first outbreaks of violence had begun. Mulder had awakened just as they
entered the small cluttered building. He had blinked up at Skinner and then
flushed as he realized he was being carried like a woman with Skinner's arms
around his shoulders and under his knees.
"Put me down, Sir," he demanded shakily.
Skinner reluctantly complied and joined Scully in a search for candles.
Alex was at Fox's side immediately. "How are you?"
Fox straightened up tall and lifted his chin a bit defiantly. "I'm fine,
Alex. I just need to take a shower or something. Really I want a shower."
His moss green eyes were rational but didn't stay locked to Alex's for long.
"There is no electricity, but let me see if there is any bottled water. You
can...uh...clean up a bit at least." Alex led Mulder into the moon-lit
kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was still cold, but dark.
Frohike entered with a lit candle, his eyes wide in the flickering light.
"This is just a little black-out. The electricity will come up soon." His
voice brooked no disagreement. He handed the candle to Krycek and left the
two alone, walking in a daze to find his fellow gunmen for succor.
Krycek used the candle to illuminate the contents of the fridge and found two
gallon jugs of water. He took them both out. "Got some," he announced.
Fox took them and said, "I am going to the bathroom...alone."
Krycek nodded slowly, "Sure, Fox."
The group settled down after some time. Dana took one room to herself and
the gunman opted to nest down in the living room together. The occupants had
left most of their belongings so there were plenty of blankets and pillows.
Fox had changed into a pair of sweats and a T-shirt found amongst the clean
laundry. Skinner was outside. He had declared he was taking first watch,
but in truth he had desired to be alone with his thoughts.
Krycek led Mulder to another room and they lay facing each other on the
queen-sized bed. Fox stroked his lover's beautiful face. "I knew you would
come you know?" He ran a thumb over Alex's bowed lower lip. "I knew it."
Alex kissed Fox's thumb. "I wish I had come sooner."
Fox's eyes looked haunted for a moment. He leaned forward and kissed Alex,
"So do I," he murmured against Alex's lips. "So do I."
Alex kissed the soft lips back and ran a gentle hand down Mulder's arm.
"What can I do? I feel...helpless and that isn't an easy feeling for me."
Mulder had to smile at that. "Just being here with you is enough." He moved
closer so the tops of their thighs touched. "I love you, Alex. I do!
Really!" His whorish behavior with Murdoch made him frantic to convince Alex
that his love was firmly settled with him. His eyes searched Alex's face for
some sign that he knew how wantonly Fox had betrayed him.
Alex smiled and pulled Fox to him. "Is that right?" He covered the lush
mouth with his own and the two kissed deeply, slowly, for several long
moments. Fox broke the kiss and covered Alex's face with soft expressions of
love. He trailed kisses over the high cheekbones and across the pert nose.
He felt the need, the almost uncontrollable need to remind his body of his
true lover. He pushed Alex back against the sheets and Alex submitted
wordlessly. Fox spent an hour rediscovering Alex's body. Alex lay passively
silent as Fox caressed him. He knew it wasn't about lust but about Fox's
need to feel in control, to feel stable. Fox was gentle, almost hesitant as
he cupped Alex's scrotum in one hand, his lips feeding slowly on Alex's.
Despite his intention to let Fox play without sex, Alex grew hard under the
tender ministrations of his lover.
Fox felt the hardness against his own soft member and his body jerked in
reaction, hardening in a moment. He looked into Alex's glowing eyes and saw
only love and passion. They stared silently at one another for a moment
before Alex spread his legs wide, their dark tan contrasted vividly on the
white sheets, even in the silvery thin light. "Take me, Fox."
Fox thrilled to those words. He wanted Alex, but hadn't been prepared to be
entered. He moved his mouth slowly down the sculpted torso and sucked hotly
at the throbbing flesh that arced up in silken passion. His blood pounded in
tune with Alex's soft cries and he licked his way lower. He sucked at the
salty flesh and nipped gently. He stared up at Alex in a wordless demand and
Alex raised his legs, giving Fox access to all of his body. Fox laid his
hands flat against Alex's muscular thighs and moistened the small entrance,
flicking his tongue in lightly. Alex moaned. Knowing that his lover
preferred quick penetration, Fox spread his own pre-cum around the head of
his penis and directed it toward Alex's anus. He never took his eyes away
from Alex's as he began the slow, delicious penetration.
He took his time and when he was seated fully inside the tight sheath he
kissed Alex's tempting lips languidly. It felt so good to be in control, to
be with the man he loved with all his heart. He moved slowly back and forth
watching the pleasure convulse Alex's face. Alex bit his lips and tossed his
head, trying to remain silent. He cried out as his prostate was hit hard and
his hips surged up to get more.
"Oh, Fox, oh, baby...yeah," he gasped out.
Fox growled in possessive hunger at those small, breathless words and he
began to pound his way in and out. He was taking himself back with every
thrust into Alex's body, not as an act of aggression, but love. He captured
Alex's helpless cries with his mouth, groaning as Alex sucked hard on his
tongue. The bed began to creak and the headboard slammed noisily into the
wall in a timeless rhythm. Alex's strong hands held Mulder's waist and he
circled his hips up and around trying to get Fox's cock to touch every spot
inside him. They came apart together, with not so muffled screams.
They lay quietly together as they regained their breath. Finally Mulder
smiled against Alex's sweaty neck. He lapped a bit at the sweat and said,
"If the gang didn't know we were lovers before, they damn well know now!"
Alex chuckled and lightly slapped Fox's ass. "What can I say? You drive me
crazy."
Fox chuckled.
Alex stroked up Fox's spine. "Does that bother you?
"That I drive you crazy? Let me see...hmm... no."
Alex nipped at the sassy mouth. "I meant, brat, does it bother you that they
know we are lovers?"
Fox shrugged. "I am glad. It makes at least that easier. I don't have to
come out to anyone. I'm outted."
Alex grinned. "Go to sleep."
Fox was tired. He saw Murdoch's face, saw his mouth lapping at his cock and
he stared at Alex to clear the vision. He took immeasurable comfort from
Alex's presence. Oddly, the last thought he had before exhaustion pulled him
into dreams was that he was glad that Skinner was near. Skinner would take
care of them all.
Abandoned Condo
The sun was moving west and the waters of the Atlantic grew darker as shadows
crept over the glittering surface, promising darkness soon. Gulls called to
each other, unmindful of the missing people. The stench of growing decay
gently wafted on the sea breeze, generated from the quiet corpses hiding in
their homes. Violence was addictive but mobile. It had moved on...radiating
in waves to reach and affect the darkest parts of the globe.
Early in the morning the group had left the house in the woods just north of
D.C. Skinner had amazingly been able to get the abandoned van to run, though
none of the party could hear the engine at all. Skinner had evaded all
questions abut that anomaly and ordered them in. He drove this time and he
took them to Virginia Beach. There they found a nice condo on the beach.
It, like the rest of the condos lining the sandy shore was silent. Windows
like blind eyes peering toward the gentle surf. There were no signs of the
previous owners. Dinner dishes were still in the sink, a chess games lay
abandoned on the deck with glasses of wine half-filled setting beside it. It
was eerie, the stillness. The surf continued in its restive eternal movement
and the pink sphere, though vastly smaller, still loomed in the sky.
They had eaten a large meal from canned goods and then the gunmen had set out
to find some way to get on-line. They found a generator in a small closet in
the neighboring condo. Even after setting it up perfectly it wouldn't run.
They worked slavishly for hours until Skinner had thundered at them.
"It is gone! The world you know...computers...electricity...everything!
Stop denying it to yourselves and start accepting it." He stormed out onto
the beach leaving the stunned men gaping, surrounded by parts and useless
laptops. The shocked looks on their faces made Mulder want to scream at
Skinner for his ruthless shattering of their hope. Soon after both Frohike
and Langly had collapsed.
"How are they?" Mulder asked Byers as he came out of the spare room. Langly
and Frohike had been moved to the room after they had collapsed upon
accepting the loss of technology.
Byers shook his head sadly. He ran a shaky hand through his short hair. His
eyes were moist with tears of mourning. "Not good, Mulder. Not good at
all." He looked over his shoulder and put a hand to Mulder's shoulder and
led him away from the door. "Langly keeps rewriting and ripping up his will.
He keeps trying to leave me and you his...kung fu...but then he realizes
it's gone." Byers said sadly, referring to Langly's ability with computers
and all things electronic...something he and Frohike had squabbled over for
years. Frohike would assert the superiority of his kung fu and Langly would
counter that his was better.
Mulder nodded sadly and then glared at Krycek who was barely holding back
laughter. "And...Frohike?"
Byers bit his upper lip. "He's worse...at least Langly interacts. Frohike
just lays on the bed...clicking his heels together and repeating, 'there's no
place like home'...it is becoming a bit...strange."
Mulder threw a strong look of anger at a now openly-laughing Krycek. Byers
turned a surprised, nervous look at the killer and cleared his throat. "Is
he okay?" He gestured to a doubled up Krycek and continued, "I mean is he
having...problems too?"
Mulder led his friend away from his insensitive lover. "He is just worried
that he will be extremely cold at night," Mulder said for Krycek's benefit.
Mulder and Byers walked away as Krycek continued to laugh.
"C'mon, baby, don't be mad," Krycek managed. "But...there's...there's no
place like home?" Alex was laughing so hard his stomach ached.
Mulder ignored him. "We just need to get them another hobby," he assured
Byers.
Byers looked surprised, "What kind of hobby? Becoming vampire slayers?" he
asked, blissfully unaware that those words would come back to haunt him.
"Maybe they could find a way to get technology to work again," Mulder offered.
Byers beamed at Mulder's hopeful statement. He jumped and let out a little
scream as a silky voice said near his ear, "Or you could tell them to get
over it."
Mulder sighed angrily. "Krycek, don't you have little kittens to drown."
Byers gaped nervously. He really didn't want to be around when Krycek was
taunted. He was surprised when Krycek just chuckled and left he and Mulder
alone.
"Is Frohike...uh...wearing red shoes at least?" Mulder questioned.
Byers shook his head, "I tell you he isn't thinking. If he were I am
confident he would have put red shoes on."
"It's to soon for him," Mulder reasoned. "He'll come out of it."
Byers sighed and looked at Fox. "I feel the crush of it too, Mulder."
Mulder patted his shoulder consolingly. "It really will be okay, Byers."
Byers took Mulder's hand. "Listen to me. You are the one who needs to be
comfo..."
Mulder looked away, "I am fine."
Byers nodded, and because he had no words to express his concern for his
friend he let Mulder walk away.
Krycek was leaning against the kitchen counter glaring at Skinner, who was
cooking something savory, and trying to ignore the assassin. He had rigged
up parts of a barbecue and built a small fire under it in order to heat the
food. Alex saw Mulder hesitate at the doorway and their eyes met. Krycek
smiled softly in greeting, and in reassurance.
Skinner looked up from the stove and his eyes flickered red for a brief
instant as he took in the understated elegance Fox could bring to a T-shirt
and jeans. He was so damn sexy...beautiful in a way that made his every
nerve ending resonate for wanting to touch him.
Mulder gave Skinner a small smile and moved self-consciously toward his
lover. He knew everyone knew about he and Krycek, but habits of taboo made
him falter. He made it to Alex and was enfolded in a gentle embrace. Alex
kissed the tip of Fox's nose and hugged him. "Alex, can I talk to you?"
Mulder's voice was quiet.
Alex pushed away from the counter and frowned slightly, "Of course, baby!
What is it?"
Mulder threw Skinner another look, apologetic. "Alone, Alex."
Alex was too wrapped up with worry for Fox that he didn't even throw Skinner
a triumphant smirk. As the two left the kitchen they missed the look of pain
and rage on Skinner's strong face.
Mulder turned into Alex's embrace again as soon as they were alone. He was
shivering and Alex held him tight. "I hate this, Alex. I want to forget it
ever happened...b-but I can't. I close my eyes and he's there. I can see
him so perfectly..."
Alex kissed the top of the bent head. "Fox, you can't expect to just forget
it. Some people take years to recover..."
"I don't have that luxury, Alex." Fox raised tear-filled eyes to Alex's.
"Don't you see? This isn't the world of rationale science and therapy. We
walk outside and there are creatures out of nightmares. You know we have to
adjust...have to be stronger than we thought we could be. I just...I
just...he whipped me...whipped me for betraying him." Fox hid his face
against Alex's warm chest again. "I can't get him out of my mind, Alex."
Alex hadn't seen any signs of a whipping, but he resolved to ask Fox about
that later. "He isn't going to hurt you again, Fox. We are leaving tomorrow
and he won't find us."
Fox hated this weakness, this clinging to Alex, but he felt safe in Alex's
arms. "I know he'll find me, Alex." His eyes were wide as they stared over
Alex's shoulder, not seeing the view through the window that showed the ocean
at that orange time just before the ushering in of twighlight. The calm
beauty of the panoramic view, belied the events that had swept the globe. He
knew with utter certainty that Murdoch would never stop looking for him. He
shuddered as he remembered what he could not tell Alex. The pleasure, the hot
passion and mindless lust Murdoch had made him feel. He held tighter to Alex
as his body remembered the feel of that thick tongue and hard cock. "He
won't stop looking, and he'll find me, Alex."
"If he does, Fox, I'll be with you," Alex promised. He didn't have to add
the threat implicit in that promise.
"And so will I," Walter whispered, still in the kitchen. He had heard the
two men's conversation as clearly as if he had heard the voices with his
ears. His ability didn't frighten him. He was simply grateful for any tool
he had with which to protect Fox. He wanted to hold him tight, and resolved
to have him soon. He'd have to sit him down and (fill that lush mouth with
his cock) explain to him how their relationship would have to be. He was
going to keep Fox and Krycek safe, but there was no way in hell he could be
around Fox and be able to resist the urge to cover him. He would explain how
he burned to make love (fuck him raw) to Fox. He would explain it to Krycek
as well. If Krycek had issues with it, he would toss Krycek out. He
wouldn't last long before some creature claimed him. Walter smiled at that
thought, and then groaned at the thought of consoling Fox.
His eyes unfocused as he felt a strong urge to return to D.C., alone. There
was something...something important he needed to do. He stood in a
trance-like state for fifteen minutes before Scully shook his arm gently,
snapping him out of if.
"Sir?" She asked worriedly.
"I am fine, Scully...just a little dazed that's all."
She smiled. "We all are, Sir." She paused and then cleared her throat. "I
am going to go to my mother's home, and bring her back here. Frohike said
he'd go with me. I managed to interest him in something other than his loss."
Skinner frowned. Scully was too beautiful, too deliciously desirable to go
strolling around with one (human) little man to protect her. "No," he said
darkly. "You will do no such thing."
She raised a brow and said, "With all due respect, Sir, //Walter// I am going
to go get my mother."
Skinner raised a brow. "Scully, just because you were able to get to
Mulder's apartment unmolested yesterday does not mean it is the same now.
Don't you get it? Don't any of you get it? This is real. There are things
out there that will stop at nothing to have you. Dana...it isn't safe for
you anymore."
She glared, "Fine!" With that she stormed out of the kitchen. Only Mulder
would have recognized the determined glint. Dana Scully hated to be told no.
She came upon Krycek and her partner who were starting to kiss softly, and
she cleared her throat, embarrassed but determined.
Alex flushed with pleasure as Mulder, not only didn't jump away from him at
Scully's interruption, but kept nuzzling him saying between small kisses,
"Yes, Scully?"
"I need to...uh...that is I need to borrow Krycek."
Both men turned to her with identical looks of surprise. "What?" Mulder
asked, horrified and not a little jealously.
"I need to get my mother...she lives not far from here and I need an
escort...someone who will pass Skinner's muster. Frohike is coming as well."
Mulder frowned, "I'll go with you, Scully! Why wouldn't you ask me?" He was
deeply irritated. He was Scully's partner! Not Krycek.
Scully flushed. She didn't want to say what she had to say, what she knew to
be true. She looked into her partner's eyes, "Skinner wouldn't let you go!"
Krycek frowned, "Well Hitler isn't in charge." Even as he said it, Krycek
knew that it wasn't true. Skinner was in charge. He was in charge in some
very unusual way.
Skinner followed Dana and heard her last comment. He frowned. "You aren't
going, Mulder...just forget it." He looked at Krycek whose eyes were
spitting jade fire and he wordlessly challenged him to speak out against him
again. Krycek glared and lifted his chin defiantly, totally unaware of how
beautiful he was. Skinner would rather have been unaware of that fact as
well.
Mulder pouted but said nothing.
"I need...I need to know my mother is okay." Dana was speaking softly and
calmly but her wonderful eyes were filling with tears.
Krycek could never stand the sight of a woman in distress and he quickly
stepped forward. "I'll take you, Scully. Don't worry."
She nodded, relieved. And they both looked to Skinner without being aware
that they were doing so.
Skinner frowned darkly. Krycek was just as desirable as Scully, more so for
a man like himself who preferred men in his bed. However, it would give him
some time alone with Mulder. Time to inform Fox of the nature of their new
relationship. It would be easier with Krycek and Scully out of his way.
That being the case he nodded. He was, however, unwilling to risk the two
needlessly so he asked them to wait until the next morning.
Scully refused. "If we leave now we can be back here just after dark."
Krycek glowered darkly then, "Shit! How? How are we going to go...will the
van work?"
Skinner nodded. "It will work. Just don't try to figure out why, goddamit
and don't even think about turning it off...ever." His eyes burned red and
the three gasped. "Understand?" He growled unconcerned that he was
revealing himself.
Krycek nodded and with one last hot kiss exchanged with Fox he led the small,
determined woman outside. The van started up as they approached. It made
one small sound of ignition and then silence. Alex climbed in and looked at
Scully as she climbed into the passenger seat. "This is too strange."
She bit a full lower lip. "I can't pretend to understand all that has
transpired, but if it works...and I can get my mother than I will accept
anything. Frohike clambered in to the rear of the van.
Krycek remembered his weapons and he was about to go retrieve them when he
remembered the weaponry behind them in the van. He crawled back and selected
two guns and several boxes of ammo. He nodded to a silent Frohike. "Are you
going to be okay?" he asked gently. At Frohike's nod he went back to the
front. He handed one of the guns to Scully and said, "Let's get this party
started."
Mulder watched the two drive off, with mixed feelings. He was jealous of
both of them. Jealous that Krycek was able to help Scully when for years it
had just been the two of them. He was jealous of anyone who could spend time
with Alex. He had hoped that his mother was far enough north that she would
be safe for a time. He still hoped that. He would have to make his way
there to check on her. A small voice inside him told him he was already too
late, that his mother had been killed. He sighed miserably and started when
two strong hands fell on his shoulders and squeezed gently. He looked over
his shoulder into the gentle, now brown, eyes of his superior.
"Don't worry, Fox. They will be all right. And so will your mother."
Fox was surprised to hear his first name come from Skinner. It had been
years since Skinner had called him Fox. It slipped by him that Skinner had
seemingly read his thoughts about his mother.
Skinner was so close to him that Mulder shivered in apprehension. His breath
came out in a rush of surprise as Skinner bent close, his hot breath playing
erotically on the sensitive skin behind Mulder's ear. "We have a lot to
discuss, Fox."
Mulder turned around and backed away a small bit. He cleared his throat
nervously. "Oh?"
Skinner smiled gently. "Yes. And I am afraid you won't like it at first.
Just know one thing."
Mulder stared as Skinner paused. The big man flushed a bit and then his eyes
bore into Mulder. "Know that whatever happens, Fox, I love you. I have
always loved you."
Fox gaped in shock. He shook his head in confusion and stepped away from the
huge man. "I...I...I..."
Skinner smiled, enjoying immensely the flush that stained the perfect face.
"I know you are shocked, but it gets even better." At Fox's wide-eyed look
he moved toward the slim man. "It gets so much better."
Murdoch Family Estate Sirius
"Ride it," Murdoch commanded.
Michael rode the screaming beast and stared up at his master. He wanted to
please him so, but the creature beneath him horrified him. His mind could
not accept what it was. There were hundreds of these wolf like creatures all
over the estate but he had never wanted to see them. Now that he was so
close he was forced to take in the horror. The creatures had human shaped
bodies, though with longer feet and hands than a human's. Claws arced from
the hands with stiletto grace; narrow and long. The body was covered in
thick, wiry hair and the dark color contrasted with his own pale skin. The
powerful body beneath him shifted and he felt the muscles shift as it moved
in excitement and he could feel the strength there that made these creatures
so fast and deadly. The face was more angular than a human's, with a
protruding jaw and sharper ears. Thought there was less hair on the face,
made more frightening by its similarity to a human, there was a coating of
softer hair. The eyes were large and glittering. The predatory look never
left the golden eyes even as the creature was convulsed with lust. Michael
closed his eyes for moment and tried to pretend he was with a human male. He
could pretend that if he ignored the hair and the clicking of snapping fangs.
His large hazel eyes opened wide in pain as the creature's claws dug into
his sides. He cried out as he felt the warm blood trickle down his lean
waist. Instinctively he tried to raise himself off the immense creature.
"Easy pet, if it harms you it dies." Murdoch's voice was thick with passion,
but Michael knew his master meant what he said. It made it easier to accept
the long hairy cock up his sore ass...easier not easy. The beast was so huge
and sharp teeth glittered in a mad collection. He closed his eyes against
the whole scene, but his master forbade even that escape.
"Look at it, pet. Look at what you have inside you. Kiss it."
Michael shuddered, but obeyed. He lowered his head to the gaping, feral face
and kissed the lower lip of the large mouth. A long tongue pushed out and
lunged into his mouth. He rode up and down, tightening on the creature to
end this nightmare show quicker.
Murdoch spread his own legs and let another dark-haired man kneel between
them. He stared down at the handsome man. Young, early twenties, lovely.
Dark hair, hazel eyes, ripe lips...not his Prince but then neither were any
of his new slaves. But he treated them all better than he normally would
have done. None of them had died. And it was true that usually his pets did
die quickly. He craved violence though. It was part of him, the best part
of him. He would have to import some slaves for sport. His little Foxling
look-a-likes could watch. He groaned as his sweet slave took his apricot
head in a warm mouth and began to suck. How he wished it was his prince
sucking him with hot abandon. He would find him, and the little green-eyed
cat whose fate he had yet to decide. He had nearly torn his empty chamber
apart when he'd returned early in the morning, to find his Foxling had
slipped the trap. He wanted to immediately go after his prince but he had to
wait for the Others to come. He and Garren went to the rood of La Lune where
a helicopter waited. The blades revolved with no accompanying whine of an
engine. Murdoch had sat darkly, furious, as the helicopter lifted and
swooped quietly and without a pilot toward his family estate.
The wolf had heeded his master's warning and kept its claws from shredding
the flesh of the little human, so hotly riding it. Lust warred with hunger
as it smelled the hot blood. It would be so satisfying to feed on this one.
Fear of its master made it whine and think only of lust and the tight sheath
so avariciously clasping its cock.
The sight of his almost-Foxling riding the wereman, excited Murdoch intensely
and he wished his Prince could see this erotic sight.
Garren watched dispassionately as one of his pack was pleasured by the young
human. His mind was out with the moon. He flicked impatiently at a piece of
lint from his cashmere crème sweater. His golden brown hair fell forward
into darkly tanned face. Ice blue eyes (Siberian eyes, his master called
them) narrowed as he heard changed pack members howling, miles away, on the
hunt. He wanted to be hunting as well. He'd stayed at heel to his master
for too long. He needed to prowl and to feed. Exotic green eyes haunted him
and he shifted his large, muscled frame. The little cat was out there
somewhere, and Garren knew he would have to fight to claim him. He smiled
suddenly, revealing no sign of the sharp fangs that would grow in with the
transformation. He would love to have to fight to claim his sexy cat.
FBI Headquarters
Hoover Building
Washington DC
9:30 am
alter Skinner left the Hoover in disgust after only being there for three
hours. The computers were flickering, the phone lines were filled with
static and very few people were actually working. He had barked at several,
intimately engaged, agents and had been ignored. He left in a dark mood. He
hadn't slept well when he'd finally slept. His dreams were filled with
nightmarish creatures and rivers of blood. Mad creatures had capered about,
gibbering madly and he had woken bathed in sweat. Now, leaving the Hoover he
knew that the world was about to Change. How, he didn't know, just that he
felt it was coming soon. He looked to the pulsing pink sphere in the sky and
felt at peace, calm even. It spoke to him in words that could be understood
only in sighs and screams. He felt a surge of energy consume him and
surround him with petting, thrilling waves. He was wide-eyed as pink energy
surrounded him. It was entirely silken. His mouth curved in a smile and he
understood everything. The most important understanding was that the sphere
was an opening, an opening to something fantastic.
Apartment 42
Alexandria, Virginia
12:00 p.m.
Catacombs beneath Club La Lune
Washington DC
1:00 PM
Hegal Place
Alexandria, Virginia
12:30pm
10:15 p.m.
Catacombs beneath La Lune
Washington D.C.
10:30 p.m.
Virginia Beach
4:15 p.m.
Annapolis, Maryland
7 p.m.
