Painful X-Perience Series
by DiAnn

Painful Experience Part VII


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Rating: NC17 - language, adult themes

Category: Real Slash / Pure Trash / 
Discipline

Warning: Mulder/Krycek/Skinner/Scully 
Everyone except the janitor (he was busy) If 
you don't like this kind of thing, or you
are underage, go somewhere else . . . NOW! I 
don't want to hear from you and I don't want 
to hear from your Mama.
Spoiler: None Maybe some mention of other 
episodes but nothing too revealing.

Time Line: Krycek still has two arms.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will, own 
Mulder, Scully, Skinner, Krycek or the 
X-Files. I am borrowing them without
permission and am obviously not receiving 
money for this stuff. We all know who they 
really belong to, CC, Fox and lots of
other people but again, not me.



Painful X-Perience VII
Uninvited Guests
by DiAnne

Fox Mulder felt like this feet had been cast 
in iron. He couldn't remember a time when he 
had been this tired. He was also
hurt, thanks to a couple of hard punches 
delivered to his back while Scully had not 
been around. He felt just a little feverish
but that could be the exhaustion. The case he 
and Scully had just finished had been horrid. 
A human monster preying on
innocent little girls. A true nightmare for 
Mulder and this one had also been 
particularly hard for Scully too.

She had been too tired to even notice that he 
was not looking in the best of health. For 
that he was thankful. It wasn't that he
didn't appreciate her concern, but he just 
didn't want to be mothered tonight.

He had finally convinced her that he needed 
to spend this one night at his own apartment. 
He just wanted to eat dinner, the
first time he had really felt like eating in 
a week, and then go to sleep on his own 
couch. He loved Scully, but tonight he
needed to be alone.

Mulder hated to see Scully so sad and drained 
of energy. Yes, this had been one hell of a 
case.

Preoccupied with these thoughts, he shifted 
his briefcase, overnight bag and the take out 
food he was carrying to unlock his
apartment door. It was hard to get his 
exhausted mind to focus on even that mundane 
effort. Maybe he should call Scully
before he went to sleep. Make sure she was 
all right and knew that he loved her. They 
had called Skinner from the airport to
let him know they were back in town and safe. 
They would see him tomorrow.

He entered his apartment and had started to 
turn to kick the door closed, when he felt 
the cold metal against the back of his
neck. His breath caught, he had been very 
careless this time and it just might cost him 
his life. His mind raced for a way to get
to his gun but with all that he was carrying, 
he was trapped.

"Just stand still Mulder. We need to have a 
little talk. Come to an agreement, so to 
speak. I don't want to hurt you, but if I
have to, I will."

"Krycek, you . . . "

"Now now, Foxy Boy, be nice. This is just a 
nice little social visit, don't turn it into 
something far less pleasant. Now I want
you to move to the center of the room, nice 
and slowly, and put your bags down on the 
floor."

Mulder took the opportunity to move away from 
Krycek. Facing him from the center of the 
room, and slowly lowered his
bags to the floor.

"Now the guns, both of them. Very slowly. 
I've been a little jumpy lately."

Mulder did as he was told. "What do you want, 
you bastard?"

Krycek laughed, "What makes you think I want 
something Mulder? I'm leaving town again and 
I wanted to see you before I
go. You should be flattered."

"I would be more flattered without the gun in 
my face."

"And less cooperative too, I'm afraid. Now 
take off your coat, slowly, don't give me any 
reason to shoot you. With this
silencer, no one would find your body until 
morning. Probably be your partner. Do you 
really want Scully to go through
that?"

Mulder glared at his enemy, but slowly 
removed his trenchcoat.

"Very good, Foxy Boy." Krycek retrieved the 
gun and stuck it in the waist band of his 
jeans. "Now take off the rest of your
cloths."

"Wh . . . What?" The look on Mulder's face 
was priceless. All big eyes and lush parted 
lips. It was worth the risk he was
taking to be here. Just this one look was 
worth it all.

"I said, Genius, take off your cloths. All of 
them. I know you sleep with Dana Scully but I 
also know about Skinner, and now
it's my turn. Take off your cloths, Now."

He saw all the color drain from Mulder's 
face, he tried to recover quickly but it just 
wasn't working. Krycek decided Mulder
was just too tired tonight to keep the stone 
face in place. Good, he would use that to his 
advantage.

"No, won't do it."

Krycek smiled evilly and removed a dart gun 
from his jacket pocket. All the light in the 
room seemed to be captured and
reflect off the surface of that small weapon 
in Krycek's hand. "Either you do what I say, 
when I say it, no questions asked or
I use this. You'll be out for most of the 
night. Plenty of time for me to make a little 
visit to your partner. The lovely Dana
Scully should be able to keep me entertained 
for a few hours, don't you think?"

Mulder's face was now a mask of rage. He took 
a step toward the other man. "No no, Foxy. 
Think about Dana. This isn't
the time to be selfish. Before you could get 
to me, I will have injected you with my 
little tranquilizer here. Do you really want
Scully to take your place? It really doesn't 
matter to me, you or her. **Yeah right. ** It 
did matter, it mattered a lot.

Mulder forced himself to stand still, tamping 
down his anger and trying to think 
rationally.

Krycek watched him carefully, he knew the 
exact moment when Mulder resigned himself and 
became his for the night. His
heart fluttered in his chest. This was just 
too good to be true. "Come on Mulder, get the 
cloths off, shoes first."

Mulder took a deep breath. Why did this stuff 
always happen to him? How many other FBI 
agents had their former partners
show up later to rape them. He had a feeling 
the percentage was very low. He toed off his 
shoes.

Standing in bare feet, he felt just a little 
more vulnerable and trapped. If he didn't 
come up with a plan soon, this was really
going to happen. And that was just 
unacceptable.

"Come on Mulder, you know how to undress, 
don't you? Jacket first then the shirt and 
don't forget that god-awful tie Do it
now."

Mulder's usually graceful fingers felt 
awkward as he fumbled with his shirt buttons, 
finally letting the shirt and tie drop to the
floor with his jacket. He reluctantly reached 
for his belt.

Krycek stopped him. He glanced at the 
perfectly tailored dress slacks that now hung 
low on Mulder's lean hips. Sexy, very
sexy. "On second thought, that's enough for 
now. Turn around and put your hands behind 
your back, I don't trust you."

"I don't trust you either, Krycek. Why don't 
we just end this little game right now? I'm 
not interested in you, and I certainly
don't want you to touch me. Just get out 
now."

"And visit the beautiful Miss Scully?"

"NO! I mean . . . you can't . . . she 
wouldn't . . . she . . . "

"Hands behind your back, Foxy."

"Stop calling me that." Mulder felt the cold 
metal of the cuffs slip into place around his 
wrists and knew that all was lost.

Krycek ran his hands over the deep bruises 
low on Mulder's back. "What happened to you? 
Come up with some charming
little quip for a serial killer or just piss 
off Scully again?"

Krycek reached around him and began to run hi 
hands over Mulder's chest. He reacted by 
trying to use his body to throw
Krycek off balance. Perhaps even make him 
drop his gun. After all, Mulder knew how easy 
it was to drop a gun.

The other man easily anticipated the move. He 
had actually been expecting it. He flipped 
the cuffed man to the floor, adding a
few more bruises to that beautiful body. 
Mulder landed hard and gasped for air. Krycek 
straddled his chest, crushing his
bound hands into the rough carpet.

He again moved his hands to Mulder's chest. 
Feeling the scratch of chest hair on his 
hands. Rubbing, twisting and pinching
the hard little nipples, he found there. " I 
was surprised when I found out about Skinner. 
I would have sworn you were
straight." He eyed Mulder closely. "Was he 
your first?"

Mulder just glared at him. Krycek hooked his 
fingers around Mulder's sensitive nipples and 
pinched hard. "How do you think
Scully would like it if I did this to her?"

Mulder winced and fought back the tears 
stinging his eyes. He couldn't let this guy 
get near Scully. As bad as this was, as
much as he hated this bastard, it was better 
that he was here and not Scully.

"Yes, he was the first."

"Why Skinner?"

A long hesitation while Mulder blinked his 
eyes at him. "I...I don't know." Krycek could 
see that Mulder really did now
know. He was attracted to a man for the first 
time in his life and really had no idea why. 
Jeez, how could anyone be so naive?

"Weren't you sexually attracted to me when we 
were partners?"

"Krycek, I don't even like you."

Krycek reached down and pinched his cheek, 
laughing. "Mulder you are really something 
else, you know that?"

Somehow Mulder didn't think this was a 
compliment. He tried to turn his head away as 
Krycek ran a finger over his bottom
lip. Krycek calmly reached up and pinched 
Mulder's nose shut. When the man finally 
opened his mouth for air, Krycek was
there covering his mouth with his own. 
Forcing his tongue between Mulder's even 
white teeth. Kissing him deeply and
thoroughly, something he had wanted to do for 
years. Mulder struggled but to no avail.

Krycek moved a few inches away from Mulder's 
face, looking into his burning hazel eyes. 
"You know, Fox, I could go
ahead and take you, then sedate you and move 
on to Scully. You really should try to be a 
little friendlier. You be a good boy
and we won't even have to tell Scully and 
Skinner about this evening. Now open that 
sexy mouth of yours, I want another
kiss."

Mulder held very still while Krycek ravaged 
his mouth, hands pulling at his dark hair 
while sucking savagely on his bottom lip.
Alex moved to his ear, his jaw and then his 
neck. Kissing and nipping tender flesh, his 
mouth moved lower. Mulder couldn't
stop the gasp as Krycek's hot mouth closed 
around his nipple.

Krycek continued to expertly work his 
muscular hands and hot mouth over him. Mulder 
could feel his body responding
against his will and was deeply humiliated. 
He hated this man, how could he be feeling 
aroused?

Again Krycek seemed to read his mind. "Don't 
be embarrassed Foxy Boy, When it comes to sex 
I know what I'm doing.
You, on the other hand, are practically a 
virgin, you don't have a chance. It really 
isn't your fault. Just lie back, relax and
enjoy. Maybe you will learn something that 
will impress Skinner."

Mulder felt himself turning a deep red. 
**Great. ** Just what he needed was to be 
blushing in front of this man.

Krycek looked down and chuckled at him, 
**Mulder was blushing - beautiful. Just too 
damned beautiful for his own good.
** He leaned down for another stolen kiss.

Mulder held back his urge to bite him. Bite 
him until he drew blood. Bite him until he 
screamed. But he couldn't take a
chance on Scully paying for his revenge. So 
he closed his eyes, lay very still and let 
Krycek do what he wanted.

Krycek inspected the unbelievable beautiful 
man beneath him. Long dark lashes resting on 
smooth flushed cheeks. And that
mouth. Mulder was just so pretty. He had 
wanted his former partner for a very long 
time, from the first time he saw him
really.

There was just something so exciting about 
him. Oh he was dangerous. There was not doubt 
about that. Given the right
circumstances, Fox Mulder could be violent 
and very lethal. And that was always a 
powerful sexual turn-on. But he was also
innocent. He proclaimed to trust on one yet 
he was always surprised when he was lied to 
or betrayed.

Mulder was always more anxious to talk than 
to shoot. Not like that little spitfire 
partner of his. If she walked in here right
now, she would blow Alex's head off and ask 
Mulder later if that had been all right.

But Mulder was curious, like some kid. Even 
now Alex knew that he was repulsed by what 
was happening but still
overwhelmingly curious about what Alex 
planned to do to him. Well this time Alex was 
curious too, he wanted to know if
Fox Mulder was as good as he looked.

One more admiring glance at his prisoner's 
handsome face and then he moved his hands to 
Mulder's belt. He felt the man's
body tense but he didn't make any other 
protest, didn't even bother opening his eyes. 
Resigned. Good, that would make this
easier. Alex really did not want to hurt 
Mulder.

When the slacks and boxers had been removed, 
Alex stood up. Never taking his eyes of the 
nude man lying in front him. He
took off his own cloths. Mulder had still not 
looked at him. Oh, the wonders of denial.

He retrieved a tube of lube and a package of 
condoms from his jacket and threw them on the 
floor next to Mulder. He then
knelt by the helpless federal agent. Running 
his hands over Mulder's well-muscled body, he 
saw how Mulder's body began
to respond and he also saw Fox grit his teeth 
-trying to halt his body's natural response. 
**Too bad, Foxy. You are not in
control tonight. **

Alex played with Mulder unmercifully, after 
all he had waited a very long time for this. 
He explored every inch of flesh
available with his hands, tongue and mouth. 
Then he gently turned Mulder over, marveling 
at the smooth skin over hard
muscle that formed Mulder's back and ass. And 
oh what an ass it was. Perfect. Perfect in 
every way.

Alex spread a very liberal amount of lube on 
his fingers and began working them up and 
into Mulder's tight little opening.
Being very careful not to hurt him in any 
way. Gentle and slow. After all he had all 
night. He really did want Mulder to enjoy
this. Maybe give him something for 
comparison. What did this incredibly sexy man 
see in Skinner anyway? **That uptight
son of a bitch. **

He spent a very long time preparing Mulder. 
Making sure his entry would be easy for the 
bound man. He pulled Mulder's
hips up to meet him and slowly began his 
penetration.

"Try to relax Mulder, this is going to 
happen. Relax and it will be easier for you. 
Come on, take a deep breath now."

Alex wasn't sure if the whimpering sound 
coming from the man under him was due to 
pleasure, pain or humiliation. Probably
all three. He sincerely hoped it was pleasure 
for the most part. Meanwhile, Alex found 
Mulder's ineffective little struggles to
be very sexy.

When he was fully inside, he stopped for a 
moment just of relish the tight, hot flesh 
griping him. Then he reached around to
grip Mulder's own erection and began to 
gently rock. He just couldn't last long, he 
had been obsessed with Mulder for too
long and this was just too good. He stroked 
Mulder harder and pounded into him. Screaming 
with release, hoping Mulder
was there with him but unable to hold back 
any longer. Then he felt the muscles contract 
around him and he knew that
Mulder had followed him into the best orgasm 
of his Alex's short life.

Mulder lay spent and lifeless under him. He 
rolled to the side, rising to sit on his 
knees and lifting Mulder limply into his lap.
Mulder seemed out of it. "Wake up Foxy Boy, 
it's still early and I have plans for you." 
He got to his feet, gently pulled
Mulder into a swaying stance and gave him a 
gentle push to what he assumed was the 
bedroom.

***2 Hours Later***

Mulder struggled handcuffs that now held him 
bound to his own bed. He managed to rattle 
the headboard but that was about
the most he could accomplish. Krycek leaned 
in to steal yet another kiss from Mulder's 
sore swollen lips. He tried to pull his
head away and suck his bottom lip into his 
mouth. Krycek was having none of that. He 
lifted his hand to Mulder's chin and
moved his head so their eyes would meet.

"Please don't do this again, Krycek." 
Mulder's voice sounded dazed. Krycek had been 
it for hours, hadn't taken his hands off
Mulder for more than ten minutes in all that 
time. The man was insatiable, and Mulder 
wasn't sure how much more his body
could take. Although his captor had taken it 
very easily on him, Mulder was still tired, 
sore and more than ready for this to all
be over.

"Have I hurt you?" Alex ran his finger gently 
down the side of Mulder's face, looking him 
over, he noticed the bruises that ad
formed on his bound wrists. "I'll tell you 
what, I'll take the cuffs off if you promise 
to behave. One wrong move and back they
go. Agreed?" Mulder nodded his dark head. He 
had no feeling left in his hands. He needed 
some relief.

"What more do you want from me Krycek?" 
Mulder sounded defeated and desperate, his 
voice almost breaking on . . . was
that a sob?

Krycek looked at him closely, took the key 
from the nightstand beside the bed and 
released the cuffs from Mulder's wrists.
His hands fell limply to the bed as he winced 
in pain when the blood rushed back into his 
arms. Krycek gently lifted Mulder's
hands and started to massage his abused 
wrists.

He looked deeply into Mulder's eyes. "I can't 
get enough of you, I still want you . . . "

Alex started to say more but was interrupted 
by a lough cough from the doorway. He looked 
up to see Walter Skinner
standing there, his gun pointing at the 
middle of Alex's forehead.

"Am I interrupting something, Agent Mulder?

Mulder jumped, his eyes huge in his face, a 
face that reflected surprise that Skinner 
mistook for guilt.

"Walter, it's . . . it's not what it seems . 
. . I didn't . . . he . . . "

"That's enough Mulder. Not one more word. 
Krycek, get your hands off him. NOW! Fox, you 
get off that bed, NOW!"
Mulder jumped as if he had been struck. He 
now stood quietly by the side of the bed 
watching a furious Walter Skinner.

"Krycek, take those cuffs and attach one to 
your right wrist. Quickly. I would suggest 
you don't toy with me, Mr. Krycek,
my evening has suddenly gone downhill and I 
find myself a bit irritable. Mulder, secure 
his hands to the headboard."

Once Alex was secured to the bed, Skinner 
lowered his gun. He glared at the two men in 
the room. His eyes sparkled
dangerously.

"Are you responsible for the bruises on his 
back, Krycek?"

"No."

"Is he telling the truth, Fox?"

Mulder nodded, he still looked dazed. "It was 
the Magician."

Skinner and Krycek both just looked at him. 
Skinner shook his head, **The Magician???** 
He absolutely was not going to
get in that kind of conversation with Mulder 
at the moment.

Skinner slowly removed his jacket and moved a 
large upholstered chair around so the back 
faced the bed. Krycek watched
him closely, **what the hell was Skinner 
doing? **. Alex glanced at Mulder who 
swallowed hard, his face pale. Alex could
not remember seeing Fox look so beautiful, 
young and well . . . scared. Why was he 
scared now? What the hell?

Now Skinner was removing his belt. "Come 
here, Fox."

Mulder slowly shook his head, "But I didn't . 
. . "

"I said come here, and I mean NOW! Mulder 
jumped again. Krycek couldn't believe this. 
Mulder was moving toward
Skinner as if in a daze. What was Skinner 
going to do to him and why? Mulder really 
hadn't done anything voluntarily. He
had fought at every turn. This was not his 
fault.

When Mulder got withing reach of Skinner, 
Walter reached out taking Fox by the 
shoulders bringing him in close to his body.
"I told you that you belonged to me. What 
part of that did you not understand?" Mulder 
could see the absolute rage in
Walter's eyes. He had never seen this look 
directed at him before, not in the office and 
certainly not in his personal
relationship with the man.

He tried to get in enough air to explain. 
"But it wasn't my fault. He was here when . . 
. "

Skinner picked up one of Mulder's discarded 
ties and turned him around securing his arms 
behind him. "Walter, no please.
You don't understand. It isn't how it looks. 
I would never do this to you. Never. And 
never to Scully. You have to know . . .
"

Skinner let go of his agent and walked toward 
the bed. Krycek froze. Now he was in for it. 
But Skinner didn't even look at
him. He just opened the night stand drawer 
and removed something, then walked back to 
Mulder.

"Open you mouth." He held the gag loosely in 
from of Mulder's face.

"No. You have to listen to me. You have to 
underst . . . "

Skinner roughly grabbed a handful of the 
younger man's soft dark hair, pulling back 
hard. Mulder felt tears sting his eyes at
the pressure on his scalp. His head went 
back, he lips opened and the gag was in place 
in a matter of moments.

"Sometimes I just get tired of hearing your 
explanations," Skinner snarled through 
gritted teeth.

He then literally threw Mulder face down 
across the back of the chair. Krycek heard 
the muffled grunt as the air left Mulder's
lungs.

Mulder struggled, tried to rise back up but a 
large hand planted in the small of his back 
pushed him back into position, his
face smothered in the chair cushion. Using 
another of Mulder's ties, Skinner secured one 
struggling ankle to the leg of the
chair. He then removed his own tie to use on 
the other ankle. Mulder now lay helplessly 
over the chair, his legs spread, his
naked backside inviting what would probably 
be unwanted attention.

**What the hell. ** Krycek couldn't believe 
this. He pulled on the handcuffs, "What are 
you doing? He didn't do anything."

"He's a trained Federal Agent. He could have 
stopped you if he had tried hard enough. He 
is a very beautiful man. I want to
make certain he understands that I don't 
expect him to be taken advantage of like this 
again, under any circumstances. He is
mine, and that is the way it is going to 
stay."

"Don't you mean yours and Scully's?"

Skinner glared at him. "Yes, mine and 
Scully's but not yours."

Krycek swallowed hard. "What are you going to 
do to him?"

"What do you care, Krycek, didn't you already 
get what you came here for?"

"It isn't like that. I've wanted him for a 
long time, years, in fact. I knew what 
buttons to push to get what I wanted. I 
always
know how to get what I want."

Skinner's eyes were blazing into his face. 
"That's enough, don't you think? It's the 
reason he is not going to be able to sit
down for a week. Maybe next time he will 
shoot first and listen to your bullshit 
later." Skinner looked down at Mulder. "Do
you know I was the only man Mulder had ever 
been with? The only man I have ever seen him 
notice. And now you have
used him like some cheap . . . "

Now Krycek's eyes blazed. "No. I told you. It 
wasn't like that. He didn't want to give in 
to me. I gave him no choice. Mulder
acts tough but he's too sensitive and honest. 
He's like some innocent kid who has been left 
in the wrong kind part of town. I
threatened to have Scully take his place 
tonight. I knew he would never allow that. 
And I threatened to expose his
relationship with you. He couldn't take the 
chance."

"How *did*, you know about me?

"I've been following Mulder since I got back 
in town." Krycek chuckled but without any 
humor. "Actually, I've been stalking
him. Like I said, I've wanted him for years. 
He had no idea of course. He seldom notices 
anyone except Scully. Imagine my
surprise when you were in the picture. That 
made me think that maybe I had a chance with 
him." Krycek shook his head
almost sadly.

"Anyway, I've been following him for weeks. I 
was there when you finally tracked him down 
after that pervert Feldman
kidnaped him. I wish I'd been the one to get 
there first. I would have like to have had a 
few words with that son of a bitch. I
would have shown him how rape felt."

Did you tell anyone else about us?"

"No, I wouldn't hurt him like that. He didn't 
do anything tonight. I just knew what to say 
to make him submit to me."

Krycek took a deep breath. **What was he 
doing? ** Skinner looked ready to kill. If he 
kept up this line of defense for
Mulder he was probably going to end up dead 
himself.

"He could have fought you."

"Damn it, he did fight me. I wanted him, 
tonight . . . tonight I saw my chance and I 
took it. He didn't have a chance. I
surprised him. Hell, I even had to hold a gun 
to his head at first."

"At first?"

"Look, I've been around the block a few 
times, I know what I'm doing. I cuffed him, 
stripped him, threatened his girlfriend
and took advantage of him. It was not his 
fault. Just don't hurt him, okay?"

"It's not like I am going to kill him. But I 
am going to teach him a valuable lesson." 
Skinner raised his arm. He had wrapped
the buckle end around his hand leaving an 
eighteen-inch strip of leather. He brought it 
down hard on Mulder's waiting
backside, releasing all the anger and hurt 
that he felt at Mulder s apparent betrayal. 
Mulder's whole body tended for a
moment then jerked.

The leather bit again and again, leaving a 
trail of angry red welts in its wake. Krycek 
could see Mulder reacting by frantic
jerking and flinching. He was trying 
desperately to avoid the punishing strap. It 
just wasn't working.

Krycek himself flinched as the end of the 
strap connected with a particularly sensitive 
area between Mulder's spread bottom
cheeks. **That had to really hurt. ** From 
the muffled cry that came from the other side 
of the chair, it would seem that
Mulder agreed.

The strap seemed to have taken on a life of 
it's own. Hissing and biting into the flesh 
laid out under it. Each time Mulder
flinched or tried to squirm away, he merely 
offered up another tender area for the 
leather snake to bite. Skinner seemed
blinded by his rage.

Krycek took in a deep breath. "Skinner stop, 
that's enough."

Skinner's arm didn't slow, "I decide what is 
enough, Krycek," he snarled.

Damn, if this was what Skinner did to the 
seduced what would he do to the seducer. 
Krycek felt an urgent need to get out of
there before he found out. It was obvious 
Skinner loved Mulder. That was the only 
reason a control freak like Skinner would
lose his cool this badly. Pure jealousy. So 
the question was just what might Skinner do 
to the man who had raped Fox
Mulder. The answer was simple - Alex was a 
dead man.

He was glad he hadn't taken the opportunity 
to pay Mulder back with a few choice punches. 
He had considered it but just
couldn't bring himself to do it. He had a 
feeling a few more bruises or a little blood 
on that body would have really set
Skinner off. Probably have saved Mulder's ass 
- literally - but Alex would no doubt be 
sporting a few extra holes in his head
right now.

Krycek couldn't stand this any longer. 
"SKINNER, DAMN IT, STOP! I told you this was 
not his fault. He doesn't deserve
this. Stop it, now!" He pulled with all his 
strength at the metal that kept him 
helplessly on the bed.

The sound of the belt stopped. Skinner walked 
around and knelt down in front of Mulder. 
Krycek could hear the big man
talking to Mulder. Softly. Too low for Krycek 
to understand any of it. He seemed to be 
eliciting a promise from the man in
front of him. Krycek was sure Mulder would be 
willing to agree to anything at this point. 
His ass was a glowing bright
crimson overlaid with welts.

Krycek could hear his soft involuntary 
whimpers, see his buttocks flex and relax. He 
had to hand it to Mulder, he had taken
this better than most could have.

Skinner came back around the chair, glaring 
at Alex. He untied Mulder's legs and lifted 
him to a standing position. Steadying
him as he stood swaying. He looked into tear 
stained hazel eyes. "Do we understand each 
other now, Fox?" Mulder quickly
nodded his head. Tears were freely running 
down his face, probably a combination of pain 
and humiliation.

"Good." Skinner untied his hands and removed 
the gag, still holding Mulder in an upright 
position. It seemed that Mulder's
knees were now made of rubber. "You know I 
love you, don't you?" Another nod, slower 
this time. "And, of course, I'll
have to tell Dana."

Mulder's eyes got even bigger, pleading into 
Skinners. He opened his mouth to beg his boss 
to keep this between the two of
them.

Skinner reached over and grabbed Mulder's 
face, pulling him in for a long deep kiss. 
Mulder was crushed up against Sinner,
being held upright only by the pressure on 
his face and one strong arm around his back. 
Skinner let go, pulling his agent away
to look into his eyes. "We'll talk about this 
later but I am going to Agent Scully. She 
will know something happened, better to
tell her up front. Better for both of us."

Skinner then pulled Mulder toward the bed. 
Krycek was immediately on alert. **Now what. 
** He did not want a turn
across that chair. Skinner was busy putting a 
condom on Mulder.

"Did you enjoy watching Agent Mulder get his 
cute little ass warmed, Krycek?"

"Not particularly," Alex snarled "he didn't 
deserve it."

"Does he deserve to have you, Alex?"

"Wh . . . what?"

"Spread your legs, Krycek. I am sure you 
liked having Fox helplessly under you. Now 
it's his turn. We are going to make a
Mulder sandwich, you and I." Skinner 
effortlessly lowered Mulder down onto the 
waiting Krycek.

Krycek couldn't believe this turn of events. 
He sexually assaults Mulder, Mulder - the 
unwilling participant - gets a thrashing
and he gets to have Mulder again. Life was 
good. Strange but good.

Alex began to kiss and lick the salty tears 
from Mulder's oh so beautiful face. Suddenly 
Mulder was lifted away.

"Don't you touch him." Skinner snarled. Then 
he again lowered Mulder to lie quietly on 
Krycek. Skinner then undressed and
donned his own condom.

**Oooo-kay . . . so he wasn't exactly going 
to have Mulder. But Mulder was going to 
laying on him, smooth skin against his,
soft dark hair brushing his chest, and that 
smell. Pure Mulder. He could live with that. 
**

Mulder seemed to be on automatic pilot right 
now. His glazed eyes were huge in his face, 
his breathing rapid and shallow. He
was in shock. Well who wasn't. Alex felt a 
little dazed himself. Skinner was rubbing his 
hands all over Mulder's cold flesh.
Pulling and pinching at his nipples, kissing 
his jaw, his ear, that luscious mouth. 
Mulder's body began to respond. Krycek
could feel Fox's erection growing hard 
against his belly. **This was so great. **

Skinner moved his gun to within Alex's sight. 
"Don't come until I tell you to. Any 
questions?"

Alex swallowed hard and nodded his ascent.

"Put your legs around him, Krycek, help him 
penetrate you."

"How about a little lube here?"

"Always bellyaching, I though you wanted him 
so much." Skinner squeezed some slick 
substance on Mulder's fingers and
watched as he worked it up into Alex. He 
watched Alex's face as Mulder worked on him. 
He really did have it bad for
Mulder. He could sympathize but this was 
Skinner's Mulder. Okay, Scully and Skinner's 
Mulder. But whatever, Mulder
definitely did not belong to this rat 
bastard. No way. Walter stared furiously at 
Krycek.

Once Alex was ready, Mulder gently entered 
him. Krycek was sure Walter Skinner would 
have preferred a less tender entry
but they both knew it just wasn't in Mulder's 
nature to hurt someone he didn't need to. It 
was one of the reasons they both
loved him. **Oops, better keep that little 
bit of information from Mr. AD Skinner. ** He 
didn't appear to be the type to
eagerly share his toys.

And what a toy he had in Mulder. Intelligent, 
sensitive and absolutely gorgeous. Gorgeous 
from the top of his dark head to
the tips of his toes. And right now 
surprisingly submissive. Maybe Krycek would 
use a little taste of leather, the next time 
he
cornered Mulder. Seemed to do the man some 
good. He hadn't said a word since he had been 
lifted from the back of that
chair.

When Mulder was fully inside, Skinner pulled 
up tight against Mulder's backside. "Put your 
feet flat on the bed, Krycek and
leave them there."

Walter began to very lovingly and gently 
prepare Mulder. Spreading his cheeks, 
carefully stretching him. Mulder threw back
his head against Walter's shoulder and 
whimpered with pleasure.

Krycek was enthralled. He didn't think he had 
ever seen anything this beautiful Mulder. So 
damned beautiful aroused like
this. He was so responsive to what Skinner 
was doing to him with his hands and mouth. 
Giving himself completely and
without hesitation to the man who now held 
him possessively. Very possessively.

Krycek wanted to taste Mulder's bottom lip 
again. He wanted to taste it when it was 
being given willingly like this instead of
stolen. He wanted to feel Mulder's hard 
muscles and smooth skin under his hands. He 
wanted to look into those hazel eyes
and see passion instead of hate. He wanted to 
wake up and see this beautiful face sleeping 
beside him.

Now he understood this punishment. He had 
Mulder inside him but he couldn't touch him, 
couldn't enjoy him, couldn't love
him or be loved in return. That was all for 
Skinner. Alex could only watch as the object 
of his desire responded to another
man. It was maddening. It was beyond 
frustrating. It was literally driving him 
crazy. His hands itched to reach out and grab
the man who was so close yet out of his 
reach.

He looked up to see Skinner meet his eyes as 
the AD continued to run his lips over 
Mulder's Mouth and jawline, making
Mulder whimper again. HE KNEW! The bastard 
knew what this was doing to Krycek.

Skinner slowly entered Mulder, pushing him 
forward to land on Krycek's chest. Krycek 
glanced down to see the dark head
resting on him. He pulled at his bound hands. 
He wanted to feel the silk of that hair.

"You want to touch him, don't you?" Skinner 
was laughing at him.

Alex groaned and pulled at the headboard 
again. He didn't think he could take much 
more of this. Mulder was squirming on
him. Fully penetrated and responding to 
Skinner's thrusts. Krycek felt too hot, his 
skin prickling. But somehow cold at the
same time. Left out, a third party to his own 
fantasy. He was definitely experiencing some 
kind of overload. He lowered his
lips to the top of Mulder's head, nuzzling 
his hair. Rubbing his swollen against 
Mulder's hard stomach. Suddenly Fox was
gone. Alex opened his eyes. Skinner had the 
other man pulled tightly back against his 
chest. Mulder's eyes were closed, his
head pulled back against Skinner's 
collarbone.

"Touch him again and you are a dead man."

Krycek's green eyes locked with Skinner's 
angry brown ones.

The snarl so close to his ear had even gotten 
Mulder's attention. Fox looked over his 
shoulder at Walter. There wasn't much
doubt in either of their minds that Skinner 
meant every word he said. Krycek could 
cooperate or he could die. Mulder
looked at Alex. There was confusion on 
Mulder's handsome face. He didn't have a clue 
about what was really going on here.
Alex almost laughed. Would have laughed, 
except he thought Skinner might take it the 
wrong way.

Krycek watched the puzzlement in Mulder's 
eyes. He couldn't understand why Alex didn't 
just lie there, quietly, until this was
over. Then, with a start, Alex realized that 
Mulder thought this punishment was for him. 
He thought Skinner was doing this
out of anger with him, to humiliate him in 
front of his former partner. What would it be 
like to be that naive about your own
effect on other people? Jeez, didn't Mulder 
ever look in a mirror. And what, if anything, 
did they teach at Oxford anyway.

Skinner smiled down at Krycek. He knew this 
too. He knew Fox Mulder very well. Knew 
Mulder thought this was for him.
Knew he didn't have a clue how strongly Alex 
felt about him. Didn't realize what an effort 
it was for Alex to be so close to
him but not be able to touch him? Oh Skinner 
knew all right. If Fox felt this little 
demonstration was for his benefit, so be it.
Might even do him some good, reinforce that 
strapping Skinner had felt forced to give 
him. But this punishment was really all
for Krycek and it was very, very effective. 
Krycek knew it. Skinner knew it. Nd Mulder . 
. . well Foxy Boy, was just the
unwitting instrument of Alex's torture.

Skinner knew exactly what he was doing. He 
lovingly ran his hands over Mulder's back. 
Mulder flinched and closed his eyes
again as Walter's hand touched his still 
sensitive backside.

Every time Mulder flinched, every time 
Skinner thrust into him, every time Mulder 
moved even a little for any reason, Krycek
was in heaven . . . and in hell. Skinner 
stopped his movements, again lifting Mulder 
up and against his chest. Running his
hands possessively over his body, claiming 
his mouth.

Krycek was sweating. Beads of moisture 
standing out on his forehead and upper lip. 
If this didn't end soon he was going to
start screaming. Screaming and screaming, and 
never stop. That would certainly add to Fox's 
already considerable
confusion.

Krycek felt his erection throb. Every time he 
built up some rhythm against Mulder's hard 
abs., Skinner would raise Mulder's
body away. He could probably come without the 
direct stimulation but then Skinner would no 
doubt happily shoot him.

Alex took a deep calming breath. Just get 
through this. Live . . . and then figure out 
a way to get Mulder alone again.
Shouldn't be too difficult. That boy was a 
real sucker for any half baked story and if 
all else failed you could just say the
word Sam'. That would make Mulder go 
anywhere, anytime, no questions asked.

He glanced up again. Skinner was scowling at 
him. Could that guy read minds or what? He 
suspected Mulder thought so.
Skinner definitely watched this particular 
agent very closely. Always had from what Alex 
had seen at the bureau. A very
short least for Special Agent Fox Mulder, yes 
indeed. Not that Alex blamed Skinner for 
that. Mulder was just too pretty to
take any chances on losing him.

"I wouldn't even think about trying this 
again, Krycek." Alex gulped. Mulder opened 
his eyes to see what Alex had done.
Alex was still just lying there, looking at 
him. What was going on anyway and why was 
Walter taking so damned long with
this. He's gotten the point already. Next 
time somebody came on to him, he had better 
die defending his honor. Die or at
least come away bloody.

Mulder was beginning to feel lightheaded. It 
had been a very long night. He had already 
been exhausted when he came home
to find Krycek waiting. He had tried to fight 
him off, lost, been raped (although gently, 
still against his will) and now this
marathon sex thing was happening.

He really didn't have much left. Pretty soon 
these two were going to find themselves with 
nothing more animated than a limp
dishcloth between them. He turned his head to 
look over his shoulder. What was Walter doing 
anyway? He seemed to have
some kind of silent conversation going on 
with Krycek and even worse, every time things 
started progressing, Walter
stopped them. Hugged Mulder up against his 
chest where he couldn't move and teased him 
some more.

"Wal . . . " Mulder stopped, took a shaky 
breath and tried again, "Walter . . . Ple . . 
. please . . . "

The hostile expression Skinner had been 
wearing for Krycek changed instantly to one 
of concern for Mulder. Krycek almost
laughed again. **Thank you, Foxy Boy. **

Mulder was babbling now. "I won't . . . won't 
let it happen again. Sorry. So sorry. 
Couldn't fight him . . . too much. Scully.
Yo . . . you. Sorry. Never . . . never happen 
again. Prom . . . I promise. Promise . . . I 
promiseIpromiseIpromise . . . "

Skinner was hold Mulder's head tightly 
against him, patting his cheek with a big 
square hand. "Sh-h-h-h. It's all right, Fox. 
I'm
not angry with you. Calm down. Sh-h-h-h. I 
know it wasn't your fault." Another glare for 
Alex. "Fox do you want to finish or
stop right now?"

"Fin . . . Finish." As if in slow motion, 
Mulder's pink tongue flicked out to lick that 
bottom lip, leaving a glistening trail of
moisture in its wake. He then slowly sucked 
the lip into his mouth and bite down. Both 
men, above and below, moaned
loudly. Mulder opened his eyes, looking 
confused again.

Skinner wrapped himself around Mulder and 
began pumping into him. In a very short time 
Alex felt Mulder pump into him,
then scream with release. Skinner followed 
suit almost immediately. Krycek fought hard 
to maintain control. Skinner was just
looking for an excuse to use that gun on him. 
He could see it in his eyes.

Mulder collapsed onto Alex. Almost lifeless 
with exhaustion. Krycek dropped a soft kiss 
into his hair, daring Skinner to
protest. Mulder snuggled deeper into his 
chest. This just might be worth the whole 
ordeal, even if Alex was still aching for his
own release. Skinner didn't seem concerned 
about Alex and his pleasure right now. **Big 
surprise. **

Skinner got up, dressed quickly and lifted 
Mulder off of Krycek, carrying him into the 
other room. **Oh Shit, now what. **
Skinner came back shortly, rummaged in the 
dresser for some clean sweats and left again.

He returned a second time and stood quietly 
by the bed looking down at the former agent. 
"Don't come near him again. He
deserves better than you. If I find out you 
so much as follow him down the street, I'll 
blow your head off. Got it?"

"You mean you're letting me go?" Alex 
couldn't believe this.

"Yeah, well . . . tell me, how did it feel to 
see him with another man. He was only 
interested in me. He hardly knew you were
in the same room with him. He doesn't share 
your feelings, Krycek. Let him alone, he has 
enough to deal with and too few
people who really care about him."

Krycek nodded his head. **Oh well, it was 
time for him to move on anyway. ** Skinner 
unlocked the cuffs from Alex's
wrists and turned to walk into the other room 
where he had earlier taken Mulder.

Krycek dressed quickly. Time to get out of 
here while he still could. He moved into the 
outer room. Skinner was sitting in a
chair watching Mulder sleep on the couch. 
Krycek moved over to Mulder and reach down 
with his hand, he looked at
Skinner before running his finger along 
Mulder's cheek. He caught Skinner's eye. 
"None of this was his fault, you know. You
don't have to hurt him again."

"I won't. He learned what I wanted him to 
know. You'd better go. I called Scully. If 
you are still here when she shows up
you probably won't live to tell about it."

Krycek left his hand on Mulder's face for 
just a moment longer, then moved quickly and 
quietly out of the apartment. A
shadow again lost in the night.

Skinner moved over to the couch working his 
way under Mulder and pulling him into his 
lap. Fox snuggled in and buried his
face in Walter's neck. This was typical. 
Whenever Mulder was punished, he wanted to 
cuddle for the rest of the night.
Probably to assure himself that he was still 
loved. Skinner tightened his hold on the 
younger man.

Scully should be here soon. He supposed she 
would be furious that he had let Krycek go. 
He wasn't really sure why he had
done that. It was, he supposed, horribly 
unfair to punish Mulder and then let Krycek 
go but he had suddenly developed
some sympathy for Alex.

Skinner knew what it was like to be alone. To 
long for someone who seemed unattainable. He 
knew from first hand
experience what it was like to be in love 
with Fox Mulder. He ran his hand over the 
sweatshirt covered back of the man in
his lap.

He, himself, had been very lucky. He had the 
opportunity to love Mulder and to be loved in 
return. And there was even the
added bonus of Dana Scully. She was warm and 
beautiful and as long as Mulder's health and 
happiness were not threatened,
she was a generous and passionate lover.

He knew that she loved Mulder 
unconditionally. Knew that Mulder loved her 
more than his own life. Walter was very
important to both of them but he could never 
really share the bond they did. That was 
acceptable. Being part of their lives
make his life bearable. He was very grateful 
for that.

He heard the key rattle in the door. Scully. 
She was not going to be happy. Mulder had not 
come out of this evening
unscathed. He was completely exhausted, weak 
and feverish. And who knew the last time he 
had eaten. She was going to
throw a fit.

Skinner took a deep breath and waiting for 
the fireworks. He nudged the sleeping Mulder, 
"Time to wake up, Fox. The
calvary had arrived."

***2 Hours Later***

Mulder was asleep again. Having been fed and 
hovered over to Scully's satisfaction. She 
had entered the room, taken one
look at the two men on the couch and 
descended on them like an avenging angel. 
Mulder had not known what had hit him.
Still groggy from his nap on Skinner, he had 
made the mistake of tying to protest. Once. 
Scully had literally torn him from
Skinner's arms. How a five-foot woman could 
take six foot man away from him, Walter 
didn't even want to think about.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted. Dana 
Scully sat down in the chair across from him, 
her eyes bright and a small smile
on her lips. "Want to tell me what happened?"

"I though Mulder would do that."

"I want to hear it from you. According to 
Mulder it was all his fault . . . along with 
world hunger and the roach infestation in
upper New York. I want the truth . . . from 
you."

Skinner hesitated and took a deep breath. At 
the office, he didn't take anything from 
anyone but here . . . he needed Fox and
Dana. Needed them in his life, he didn't want 
to say anything that would change the totally 
fulling arrangement they now
shared.

The ever perceptive Scully smiled again. 
"It's all right, Walter. I just want to know 
what happened. I know you would never
do anything to intentionally hurt Mulder. 
Just tell me what you know. Knowing Mulder it 
will probably only make me want to
go in there and blister his backside again."

"No Dana, this time I just lost my temper. It 
really wasn't his fault. Evidently when he 
came home, Krycek was waiting for
him. How the hell he knew Mulder would decide 
to come to this apartment tonight I don't 
know.

He held a gun on him and told him that unless 
he cooperated, you would take his place for 
the evening's fun and games. And
. . . and that he would let the bureau know 
about us."

Walter took another deep breath. "So Mulder 
sacrificed himself for us. When I stopped by 
this evening, I found him in bed
with Krycek and just lost it. I'm really 
sorry. Is he hurt badly?"

Skinner looked miserable.

Scully laughed. "No, he's fine. He probably 
only got what he deserved anyway. I hadn't 
told you yet about the little incident
with *The Magician* on our last case. Guy 
turned out to be just a run of the mill 
serial killer. But he managed to lure Mulder
in without me. He threatened to turn me into 
a toad or something. I had to save his ass 
again."

Scully rolled her eyes and gave him a long 
suffering sigh. "I probably would have given 
him worse than he got tonight by
tomorrow evening anyway. He just makes me so 
angry sometimes."

Scully smiled at her boss, "Feel better now?"

"A Magician?"

"Yeah, a cape and everything. Didn't fool 
anyone except . .." She nodded toward the 
bedroom.

""What are we going to do with him?"

"How about we go crawl in bed with him, I'm 
exhausted. We'll break the news to him in the 
morning that you know about
the Magician and I know about Krycek. That 
should make for an interesting conversation."

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