Vampire Series Part III 
by DiAnn

Rating: NC17 - language, adult themes, violence (kinda')

Category: Real Slash / MSSR/ Pure Trash / Discipline

Warning: Mulder/Skinner/Scully/Krycek Oh, and the Vampires are 
ba-a-a-ak! Mulder Torture!

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: A few mentions, all from season four.

Summary:  Antonio D'Argario, the vampire king wants Mulder and his 
tastes run to the more cruel. Be warned!

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.





Vampire Series Part III 
A Royal Pain 
by DiAnn

O'Cassedy, Georgia 
Tuesday, 4:45 a.m.

Fox Mulder took long deep breaths as he neared the front of their 
motel. He had run too far this morning. He always used his jogging 
time to organize his thoughts but he had gone a little overboard this 
morning.

Reaching his destination, he went through a practiced series of cool 
down exercises trying to bring his breathing back to normal. If Scully 
found out how far he had gone today, she would kill him. She hated it 
when he ran at odd hours and in strange towns. Especially when he 
failed to tell her when he left, as he had this morning. He didn't 
want to wake her. She needed her rest. And . . . more important, she 
wouldn't have let him go.

If he were really quiet, he might be able to clean up and slip back in 
bed before she awakened and missed him. Worth a try. He much preferred 
it when Scully woke him in her own very special way, verses another 
lecture on the dangers of small town jogging.

He looked up at the pinkening sky. Dawn and it was already 
uncomfortably hot. Another long, scorching day ahead. He breathed in 
another lung full of hot, humid air and wished he didn't have to wear 
that FBI suit. He reached his arms in front of his naked chest and 
pulled, feeling the good burn of muscles relaxing.

Alex Krycek watched his from a shadowed alley across the street.

"See anything you like?"

Alex whirled around, gun out and ready. He found it pointed at the 
chest of 

a rather good looking blond man leaning casually against the side of a 
building not three feet away from him **Whoa, Alex. Not like me to let 
someone get that close without noticing. Mulder really is going to be 
the death of me.**

Krycek's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Better tell me who you are 
quickly, I tend to be a little trigger happy."

"Your gun can't hurt me, Alex. Go on, put it away. My name is Vincent 
and I am in a position to make a particular fantasy come true for 
you." He smiled and nodded his head toward Mulder, who was now 
standing with hands on his knees, his very attractive backside toward 
them.

"Pretty isn't he. It really should be illegal for that man to be on 
the street without a shirt. Don't you think?"

Alex had moved so he could keep his eyes on both Mulder and his new 
visitor. "What exactly do you want from me and what interest do you 
have in Mulder?"

"It's not my interest I want to talk about, it's yours. I know you 
have feelings for him. I know you want to get your hands on him, this 
time without Walter Skinner finding out and going ballistic on you."

Krycek took a menacing step closer. "Keep talking. What makes you 
think that?"

"I was there, in Mulder's apartment. I saw you with Mulder."

"No way! I'm not that careless yet."

"You were having such a good time until that big bully Skinner showed 
up and tied you to the bed. Poor Fox wasn't quite so lucky that night, 
was he? That belt had to hurt."

"Who - Are -You?"

"Not who, Dear Boy . . . what. I am a genuine, blood drinking, never 
gonna' die vampire."

Alex rolled his eyes, Mulder attracted weirdos like flies to a 
flukeman, "Yeah, right. I think you are talking to the wrong guy. The 
gullible one is right over there. You could tell him you're the Easter 
Bunny and he'll believe it, especially if you mention you know where 
his sister is hidden."

"Yes, he is rather naive but then that is part of his charm, isn't it? 
But right now, you need to listen to me, Mulder is in danger. And well 
. . . uh-h-h I'm not exactly . . . well the truth is I can't protect 
him. Our king, Antonio D'Argario has become obsessed with Mulder. He 
*will* attempt to kidnap him. If he succeeds, Mulder's life will 
become a living hell and there will be no escape for him. I don't want 
that to happen. I've become . . . well, sort of attached to Mulder 
myself."

"Why don't you ask Skinner or for that matter, go all out and get that 
she-devil Scully to help you? She pulls Fox' cute little ass out of 
the fire on a weekly basis."

"It has to be someone new. Someone D'Argario hasn't seen. Someone 
strong and ruthless, it has to be you. I think you are in love with 
Mulder and if so, you don't have a choice. You are his only hope."

Alex looked back over at his beautiful former partner. If he were 
smart, he would just walk away right now. If he did save Mulder, all 
he would probably get for his trouble was a bullet from either Skinner 
or Scully. And, if he left now, he would not have to deal with this 
delusional lunatic in front of him. On the other hand, maybe this was 
his one opportunity to get his hands on Mulder long enough to demand a 
little gratitude for saving his life.

"Okay, I'll help. But I am warning you. Do not go too weird on me."

"Me weird? Never, Dear Boy."

X-Files Office Friday, 2:00 p.m.

"Oh Shit!"

Scully looked over at her partner, who was in turn starring at his 
computer screen with undisguised horror.

"Problem, Mulder?"

Mulder slowly turned the screen around to face Scully, a distinctive 
pout decorating his handsome face. MY OFFICE - 8:00 P.M. W'

"Hum-m-m, well that is a little late for a meeting. What do you think 
Walter could want at that hour?"

"There could be only one thing, Scully. What do you think I've done 
now?"

"Well, lets see. You ran off to Hong Kong on the Bureau's dime looking 
for, what was it Mulder, oil? Then you got back and immediately 
wrecked another agency car. After that you took off for Russia chasing 
some damned rock or something. Oh, and don't forget that sight seeing 
tour you took through New England with a convicted serial killer. The 
one that you talked some lame-brained judge into releasing to your 
sole custody. I will never forget the look on Skinner's face when he 
got that . . . "

"Stop! Scully, just stop for a minute. Suddenly I'm not feeling very 
well."

Assistant Director Skinner's Office Friday, 8:00 p.m.

"Agents, sit down please."

"It wasn't my fault!"

"What?"

"I was drugged!"

"Mulder . . . "

"It was mind control! I was tricked!"

"Agent Mulder!"

"I know you are angry. But I want you to know I can explain 
everything. Nothing was really my fault . . . I . . . "

"Mulder, why do you think I asked you here tonight?"

"Uh-h-h . . . the explosion in the dung processing plant?" Skinner 
shook his head. "Because I feel asleep and let a serial killer 
handcuff me to a table?" His boss shuddered but still gave a negative 
response. "The three hundred dollars I paid that physic to find out 
how the planets were aligned?"

"You did what? What three hundred dollars? What physic?"

"Just forget I mentioned that one."

Skinner took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. 
**Jeez!** Replacing his glasses, he tried his best to ignore Scully 
who was snickering behind her hand.

"Agent Mulder, Agent Scully I asked you here this late because I have 
what I hope will be some good news." He reached into his desk drawer 
and pulled out three envelopes. "I have arranged a two-week vacation 
on a private island in the Caribbean. Just the three of us in a two 
hundred-year-old mansion with lots of sun, lots of sand and no prying 
eyes. What do you say?"

Mulder slumped in his chair, "Thank God."

3 Weeks Later Wilkerson Island South Shore Mansion Monday 11:00 a.m.

It was beautiful. It was more than beautiful. It was the most lush, 
green, undisturbed paradise any of them had ever seen. And the house 
was fabulous. Huge white columns supporting verandas off each of the 
upper story bedrooms. Every room beautifully furnished with priceless 
antiques. And a rolling expanse of velvety lawn that flowed down until 
it met the white sand of the beach. The whole island smelled of 
flowers and ocean breezes.

Skinner could not believe he had been lucky enough to find this place. 
He'd been downtown for a business luncheon, passed a travel agency and 
had just gone in on a whim. This was the first package they had shown 
him.

It had been tricky arranging their vacation time together without 
causing suspicion but he had done it. As far as the bureau knew he was 
backpacking in the wilderness, Dana had taken a leave to attend to 
personal family matters and Mulder was just missing. No one would 
question that.

Skinner clapped his hands together as he basked in the beauty of the 
island and of his two companions. One glowing with red hair and inner 
fire, the other dark and gorgeous. Both sexy enough to speed his heart 
rate every time he looked at them. Life just did not get any better 
than this.

"Let's get settled in our room and then hit the beach. Suits are 
optional."

Wilkerson Island - North Shore Monday, 12:30 p.m.

Alex Krycek drug himself up onto the beach. He finally sucked in a 
full breath, one that did not contain salt water, and glared at his 
companion.

"You sank our boat."

"I never said I could sail."

"You can't sail, you are afraid of guns, you don't know how to read a 
map, you can barely walk without tripping over something, What exactly 
can you do?"

"I know all the words to Who Wants to Live Forever'."

"Great. Wonderful. I'm sure that will prove to be very helpful."

Wilkerson Island - West Shore Saturday, 1:00 p.m.

Antonio D'Argario smiled in ecstasy. This was going to be so much fun. 
He could not remember the last time he had found someone who excited 
him as much as Special Agent Fox Mulder. And now, at the end of just 
two short but memorable weeks, the handsome young man would be his . . 
. forever.

Wilkerson Island - South Shore Mansion Saturday, 8:00 p.m.

Dana Scully walked down the stairs wearing a long emerald green satin 
evening dress. It flowed around her slender form and hung seductively 
from her white shoulders. Mulder did not think he had ever seen 
anything as beautiful as she was tonight.

"Where did you get that?"

"The closets upstairs are full of period costumes. You won't believe 
it. There must be more stuff up there than in the Twentieth Century 
Fox wardrobe department."

"What are they for?"

"Mulder please, do try to stay with us, okay? It's for atmosphere. For 
acting out our fantasies while we're here."

"My fantasies about you usually don't include clothing," he leered at 
her.

She reached up and lightly kissed his lips, "When we get home, we are 
going to seriously talk about throwing away that video collection of 
yours. You need to broaden your horizons."

His mouth tingled where she had touched him, "You don't need to worry 
about that, Scully. Frohike has borrowed' almost every one of them." 
He lowered his head and claimed her mouth again.

"Are you two starting without me again?"

Dana laughed and looked over at Walter, "Never. Why don't the two of 
you go upstairs and change into a costume to match this dress?"

She turned and kissed Walter, "Thank you, this is the most wonderful 
vacation I have ever had."

First Dinner at the Mansion Monday, 9:00 p.m.

Dana felt she could not catch her breath. Both Mulder and Skinner had 
changed into magnificent tuxedos. Never had she seen two more 
beautiful men. And they were all hers.

Walter seated himself across from her, the candlelight reflecting on 
his glasses. Mulder gently settled her in her chair, his hands 
lingering on her bare shoulders, then he gracefully slid into the seat 
to her left. The table was small but elegant, the crystal sparkling in 
the soft light, the floral centerpiece exquisite and fragrant, her 
companions both intelligent and gorgeous. Scully thought this would be 
her idea of heaven.

Walter looked up from his task of pouring the wine, "This place is 
truly amazing. The kitchen is full of pre-prepared gourmet meals. We 
will have to take turns with heating and serving. But still, it is a 
small price to pay for this kind of privacy."

Mulder sat back in his chair. The meal had been perfect. The food was 
delicious. The music soft and soothing. The conversation witty and 
light. They were all relaxed and happy for once. No serial killers, no 
aliens, no way for him to get into any trouble.

Walter slid back his chair, moving to assist Dana to rise. As he 
passed Mulder, he couldn't resist leaning down to place a passionate 
kiss on that luscious mouth.

"Hello, Sweet Boy."

"No! God Damn It. Son of A Bitch. No! You impotent, blood sucking 
asshole. Not now!"

Walter pulled back as if he had been burned and Dana gasped in 
astonishment. Mulder slowly looked up into the hurt and angry face of 
the man he loved and lowered his head to his hands. **My life is 
ruined.**

Wilkerson Island - North Shore Monday, 11:00 p.m.

Krycek sat shivering by a small fire on the beach while rain 
splattered on his unprotected head. He was wet, cold and miserable.

Why had he ever agreed to accompany that damned vampire to this God 
forsaken island with it's thorny bushes and biting sand fleas? Alex 
was now more than convinced that Vince was indeed a vampire, just a 
very inept one. His one talent seemed to be disappearing just when he 
was needed most and his only interest seemed to be Mulder's sex life.

"He knows we're here!"

Krycek was instantly on his feet, gun out and ready, his eyes scanning 
the surrounding area. "Who knows we're here?"

"Mulder, of course."

Krycek slumped to the ground in disgust. "Bet he was happy to see 
you."

Vince ignored him, "D'Argario is here, I'm sure of it. But I got in 
and out of the house undetected. We are going to have to be very 
careful. You better let me do all the surveillance work. If Fox can 
make his way beyond the lawns, we can get him out. As long as the 
vampire king is distracted, he will not notice us."

"Distracted, how?"

"Torturing Mulder, of course"

Wilkerson Island South Shore Mansion Tuesday, 1:00 a.m.

Walter Skinner looked down at his naked body as he lay back on the 
antique four poster bed. His right hand was entangled in a mop of dark 
silky hair, as Mulder's sweet mouth worked diligently on his throat 
and chest. His other hand was making small soft circles on Dana's 
smooth shoulder as she also brought him pleasure. He could not see 
what she was actually doing because his lap was covered in a curtain 
of shining red hair, but he could feel her. Oh my yes, he could feel 
her. He gasped with the intense sensation.

It had taken a while for him to forgive Mulder. Well actually, that 
wasn't true. Fox had begged his forgiveness as he smothered Skinner 
with hot wet kisses. Who in his right mind would have been able to 
resist that ploy.

Mulder really worried him sometimes, better make that *all the time*. 
Either he was totally insane and delusional or he saw and heard things 
other people did not. Either scenario was unnerving. He gasped again 
as Mulder moved up to his mouth, his hands busy elsewhere on his 
bosses' willing body. Well, if Mulder was insane, Skinner planned to 
hide that fact from the rest of the world for as long as possible. He 
was *not* going to give this talented and sexy young man up without a 
fight.

Walter had been so lost in sensation and thought he had not realized 
that a shift was taking place. Mulder now lay under him, withering and 
offering himself to Walter while Dana sat above her partner deeply 
exploring Walter's mouth with her exquisite molten tongue. Mulder 
seemed to have his mouth busy, too. And he was obviously doing a good 
job because Dana was moaning with pleasure and frantically attacking 
Skinner's mouth, her nails digging pleasantly into his back. Walter 
felt himself being engulfed by the hot thrusting male body under him 
and braced himself for the ride. **These two may kill me but I will 
die a happy, happy man.**

Some time later Skinner lay languid and smiling. A small redheaded 
woman resting on his right shoulder, her beautiful warm body wrapped 
around his side.

Another dark head was snuggled into his neck on the left side, a 
muscular arm thrown across Skinner's midsection, the hand resting on 
Dana's hip. Mulder always slept touching both of them as if he feared 
they would vanish before morning. Skinner turned his head slightly to 
place a light kiss on Mulder's cheek. "Don't worry, Fox, we won't 
leave you alone again." Mulder stirred slightly and sighed but did not 
awaken.

"You must get control of that boy."

Skinner's eyes popped open and his body tensed. **What was that? Had 
he really heard something? ** He waited a few long minutes before 
closing his eyes again, deciding he must have dosed off and had only 
been dreaming. As he drifted into a deep sleep, an insidious voice 
counseled him in the ways of controlling and disciplining Fox Mulder.

Wilkerson Island South Shore Mansion Tuesday, 8:45 a.m.

Mulder woke alone in the large, rumpled bed. He looked around in 
confusion. Where the hell had everyone gone and why had they left 
without him. He hoped they were not still angry with him. He also 
hoped that damned vampire was long gone. It would be hard to kill 
someone as defenseless as Vince but if he ruined this vacation, Mulder 
would certainly consider doing so.

He took a quick shower and shaved. When he got back to the bedroom he 
noticed his bags were missing. What the hell! Were they going to move 
him to another room? He was sure they had both forgiven him last night 
for his outburst at dinner.

He then noticed a costume laid out on the bed. Oh, so little Dana 
wants to play. **I can do that.** He smiled happily and dressed as a 
nineteenth century . . . uh-h-h well, he wasn't sure what he was. 
Flowing white shirt gathered tightly at the cuffs, tucked into skin 
tight black leather pants ending just below his knee and his legs 
adorned with thin black hose. He wore strange heavy shoes on his feet. 
Well this was certainly a new look for him. He hoped it did not get 
too hot today. Leather was not a breathing kind of fabric.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he stopped in shock. Walter 
was pacing in front of the massive fireplace in a gold satin morning 
coat and pants similar to the ones he himself wore only in black 
velvet. He really cut quite an impressive figure.

"So you have finally decided to show yourself, Mr. Mulder."

Mulder blinked at him, **These guys had really gotten into this role 
play thing.** Well, if it made them happy, so be it. Who was he to 
disappoint the two people he loved most in the world?

"Yes, Sir." He walked over to join his boss.

Walter turned and scowled at him. "I'm afraid the jig is up, you 
insolent young whelp. I have found you out! You are not my long lost 
nephew, *you* are an imposter come here to swindle me out of an 
inheritance." He looked accusingly at Mulder, who looked back at him 
in wide-eyed confusion

"Oka-a-a-y." This was just too weird.

"McMurphy! James! Your assistance please."

Mulder looked up in shock as two large men, poorly dressed and none 
too clean, entered the room and grabbed his arms.

"Walter, what are you doing? Who are these guys? I thought we were 
alone here. Where's Scully?"

"Silence, Imposter. I should feed you to the wild boars but I have 
taken a fancy to you. You are much too pretty to kill. I have other 
plans for you. Take him to the stables and prepare him for 
punishment."

A struggling Mulder was dragged from the house and into a large 
structure he had not noticed the day before. It smelled of leather and 
horses. The two roughens make quick work of his clothing, leaving him 
in nothing but the tight leather pants. **Well thank God for that 
small favor.**

He tried every self defense tactic he had ever learned but he was held 
fast by his muscular captors. Soon he found himself tied to a sturdy 
supporting bean in the middle of the stable, his belly pressed hard 
against the course unfinished wood.

This was not good. This was not good at all. What was Walter doing? He 
never played these kinds of games. He was an affectionate and gentle 
lover. Any time discipline had been dispensed, it had been for real 
transgressions and always with justice. Mulder took a deep breath. He 
was making too much of this. This wasn't real. They were on vacation 
on a strange island and his two lovers were experimenting with sex 
games. He needed to just relax and go with it. He took a deep 
shuddering breath. He could go this - for them.

He heard the heavy door behind him open. He looked as far over his 
shoulder as possible. Walter. As his friend and lover approached, he 
stopped at one of the stalls and picked up something long and thin. A 
riding crop. He had a riding crop!

"Come on, Walter. You are scaring me here. I need a little preparation 
to get into this game. Let's take it a little slower, okay."

The crop lashed out and caught Mulder with a searing blow across his 
wide shoulders. He felt the breath leave his lungs with a shriek.

"I told you to be silent. I do not abide those who try to steal from 
me." Mulder watched in horror as the crop was raised again, he closed 
his eyes and laid his forehead against the post.

The riding crop lashed out once more across his bare back. He couldn't 
help it, he screamed again.

"Stop whining and take this like a man." The dreadful crop fell again. 
"You have earned every lash with your deceit." Another weal across his 
back. "I took you into my home." Mulder was sobbing with the shock and 
pain. "I trusted you." The lash bit harder, it took the breath from 
his body as he screamed. "I treated you as a son." Mulder was near 
hysteria. "Now I will treat you as my possession." His back was on 
fire, Skinner had never hurt him like this. Hell, his old man had 
never hurt him like this. Another lash fell, this one across the seat 
of his pants. **Christ, it even stung through the leather. **

He felt Walter's hands at his waist. He slumped in his restraints as 
the pants were peeled from his body. All too soon he was naked. He 
felt another stroke land across his defenseless backside. He threw his 
head back and howled. Now the strokes were fast and furious, all 
landing on his burning butt. He withered and strained, screamed and 
begged for mercy. Nothing helped. The wicked crop continued to sear 
his skin and his devoted lover continued to lecture him on the 
repercussions of deceit. His knees gave out and he hung limply from 
the post.

He felt his hips being pulled back and Walter pushing into his body. 
Walter was raping him! He again found the strength to scream. "Quiet 
Boy, this is your new position in this household. Be thankful you are 
so fair to look at or you would have died painfully for your 
betrayal." Skinner was brutal in his assault. Mulder felt sure he was 
being torn apart and mercifully passed out as his trusted lover 
grunted and groaned, laboring with his chosen method of vengeance.

He groaned in pain. Slowly Mulder became aware of cool water on his 
lips and soft words in his ear. "Sh--h-h-h, my bonnie mon. It hurts 
now but the pain will soon pass. I should know. The master is harsh 
with his whip but it will not kill ya'. He's really quite taken with 
yer' handsome face. Tis lucky fer ya'. Come, drink some more water 
before the master comes back and catches me comfortin' ya'."

Mulder opened his eyes to see his beautiful Scully dressed as a ragged 
and disheveled scullery maid. "What the hell?" Mulder lost 
consciousness again.

The next time Mulder came to, he was lying nude on the beach. He could 
hear laughter coming from very near. He groaned and opened his eyes to 
the harsh light. Skinner and Scully were playing in the teal blue 
surf. They were both nude and splashing each other like happy 
children.

**Was that all a dream?** He moved and pain shot through his back and 
butt. "Ah-h-h-h!" That was no dream.

Scully immediately reached his side, "Mulder what is it. Do you have a 
muscle cramp? You have been lying in the same position for a long 
time. Why don't you come play with us, the water is great."

"No. That will hurt the cuts too much."

"The what? Where are you cut?"

"My back Scully, where I was whipped. All the cuts and weals, do I 
need stitches or anything. They really hurt." He turned over to show 
her his ravaged back.

Scully ran her hand over the smooth skin of her partner's back. It had 
already become tanned from their time on the island. He was beautiful 
and unmarred by any weals.

"Mulder you must have had a bad dream, there are no cuts. No one has 
whipped you. You are safe here with us. You know we wouldn't let 
anyone hurt you."

He looked at his partner with confusion and fear. It had been real. He 
knew it had been real. He could still feel the pain. And from the 
looks of the sun, he had lost almost an entire day. While he had been 
hanging hurt and sobbing from a post in a smelly barn, his friends had 
obviously been enjoying a relaxing day at the beach . . . with him.

Antonio D'Argario laughed from his position close to the splendid but 
confused young mortal. **Oh My Beautiful Fox, the fun has just 
begun.**

Wilkerson Island - South Shore Mansion Tuesday, 8:00 p.m.

"No, I'm not wearing a costume again. This has gone too far already."

Skinner eyed his agent, "Mulder, all we did last night was have 
dinner. What was *too far* about that?"

"I said no, damn it. If you can't have dinner with me dressed in 
shorts and a T-shirt then I will just eat alone. I am not wearing any 
more costumes, and that is final."

Scully patted his arm soothingly. She did look beautiful, the long 
electric blue gown fit her perfectly and make her eyes sparkle like 
sapphires. "It's all right Mulder, we love you no matter what you 
wear." She winked at him, "Or what you don't wear, for that matter. 
Now come and eat. You will feel much better after a good meal. I 
promise."

Mulder doubted that food was going to heal what ailed him. He waited 
for Scully to move toward the dining room with Skinner. She looked 
back at him expectantly. "I'll be there in just a minute, Scully. I 
need to . . . u-h-h, I need to wash my hands first." She smiled at him 
and moved on.

"Vince! Vince, where the hell are you," he hissed. " I know you are 
around here somewhere. What the hell was that little farce about 
today. It had better stop. If I get my hands on you, you can kiss your 
immortality goodbye.

Wilkerson Island - North Shore Wednesday, 1:00 a.m.

Krycek heard a crashing coming through the trees. It had to be that 
damned vampire. He had thought vampires moved swiftly and gracefully, 
no one ascertaining their presence at all. Not this one. He made more 
noise than a battalion on the march.

"It's happening again!"

Krycek again jumped to his feet, armed and ready. "What? What is 
happening?" This waiting, along with his rather dubious associate, was 
making him jumpy.

"They're making love. I so enjoy watching the three of them together. 
They obviously love each other so much. And tonight they have Mulder 
right in the middle of them, like a succulent slab of prime roast beef 
between two . . . "

"Will you just shut up? I do not want to hear this! I am not 
interested in how that fucking Skinner and his vicious little hellion 
*do* Mulder. The way you are always spying on them is sick."

"Well to each his own, Dear Boy. You are certainly out of sorts 
tonight."

"Listen you little pervert, we are stuck in a hell-hole. We have no 
food, no water and no shelter from the damned sun during the day and 
the bugs at night. And, to top it all off, I feel weak and exhausted. 
Every morning when I wake up, I swear I am more tired than before I 
went to sleep."

Vince looked down and burrowed his toe into the dirty sand beneath his 
feet. "Must be the weather."

Wilkerson Island - South Shore Mansion Wednesday, 9:00 a.m.

Mulder woke to a clanging bell somewhere in the distance. He was again 
alone in the big bed. **Oh Shit, not again!** Then he realized, he 
wasn't in pain this morning. Nothing. No physical signs at all that he 
had been severely beaten and raped yesterday. It had hurt last night, 
badly. But this morning he didn't feel injured at all. Maybe it had 
all been a dream after all.

He got up, showered and shaved, taking his time. No need to rush into 
anything this morning. He was going to take it slow, check things out 
very carefully. Try to figure out just exactly what was going on.

"Shit!" There was another odd black suit laid out on the bed. This one 
did have shorts with it but it looked like it was made of wool. That 
had to be itchy and hotter than hell. He was relieved to find his 
shorts and T-shirt still on the floor where he had dropped them last 
night. Mulder shook his head, his first day may have been agony here 
but the nights were heaven on earth. He was beginning to feel a little 
surreal with the harsh punishment followed by intense affection. It 
was very disconcerting in some primal sort of way.

He cautiously made his way down the stairs. No one around. Good. Just 
as he turned the corner headed for the kitchen he literally ran into 
Skinner. As he bounced off the big man's chest, he found his upper 
arms held in a vice like grip. This time the man was in a black 
waistcoat and leggings. His face a mask of cold fury.

"Young man, why did you not report to the classroom when the bell 
tolled the hour? Your father is depending on me to curb your wild 
spirit. I intend to do just that." He shook Mulder to make his point.

"I...I don . . . don wanna' . . . pl . . . play any . . . more. Stop, 
God damn it!"

This time Mulder was shaken until his teeth were rattling in his head.

"I will not tolerate that type of language, Young Master Mulder." 
Another hard shake. Mulder was beginning to feel dizzy. "We will begin 
your studies immediately." A dazed Mulder was again pulled from the 
room.

The classroom turned out to be a hot, airless attic room. Bare floors, 
bare walls and only one small window. It was furnished simply. A large 
wooden desk at one end with a straight backed chair, a somewhat 
smaller desk just in front of it with a short low bench behind it, a 
couple of stools and a slate board.

Skinner eyed his charge with obvious annoyance.

"Since you do not think it necessary to show me the respect I deserve 
by dressing in an acceptable manner, you may spend this day without 
clothing. That should be very humbling for a boy of your years. 
Disrobe."

"No, I've had it with this crap!" Mulder was backing toward the door. 
"Absolutely not. No more. I am leaving this island now. And Walter, I 
think we need to have a serious talk about continuing this 
relationship. I ..."

"Omph!" Mulder found himself upended over Skinner's broad thighs, his 
shorts and boxers already at his knees. The first slap stung, the 
second stung more. Walter's broad hand was quickly covering every inch 
of Mulder's bare backside, already visiting some areas more than once. 
Mulder struggled and kicked but could not dislodge himself from the 
big man's clutches.

"You will be sixteen come October." Slap! "That is a man." Slap! "Your 
days of insolence and irresponsibility are over." Slap! "Your father 
chose well when he hired me to train you." Slap!

Mulder tried to put his hand back to protect his flaming posterior. It 
was immediately captured and forced painfully up behind his back while 
the scalding slaps continued to rain down on his flesh.

"Stop it, Walter. This isn't funny. Let me up!"

The blows got harder and moved down to the backs of his thighs. "I 
will stop when I think you have had enough, not until."

By the time the heavy blows finally ended, Mulder's backside and legs 
were glowing a bright crimson and he was choking on his own sobs.

Skinner jerked him to his feet, as he himself stood. "Now get that 
inappropriate clothing off and sit at your desk. We have much to do 
today."

Mulder squirmed on the hard wooden bench. **Jeez, his butt hurt.** And 
he needed to lean against something. It was a real back breaker to sit 
on a bench all day. And this day had proven to be one of the longest 
of his life. It had been filled with meaningless studies on crop 
rotation, animal husbandry and of all things . . . Latin.

"Master Mulder, are you finished with that translation?"

Mulder looked down at the tablet in front of him. Latin, he had not 
looked at a Latin book since Oxford. It was a good thing he had that 
photographic memory or he would be totally lost at this point. And he 
sensed that could be disastrous.

"Yes, Sir," He picked up the paper and walked toward the front of the 
room. He felt totally ridiculous naked like this and he didn't 
particularly like the way this new' Skinner was leering at him. He 
sincerely hoped this little scenario did not include a rape scene like 
yesterday.

He stood there shifting from foot to foot while Skinner looked over 
the paper. "This sentence is incorrect."

"Mulder looked where Skinner was pointing, "No it isn't."

He received an angry frown, "It is, you have used the wrong tense."

"No. That is correct, if you will check the book on page 389, you will 
see . . . "

Skinner had stood and was glaring at him in earnest, "Give me your 
right hand."

"No. No way. What are you going to do?"

"Give me your hand, NOW! You are going to learn that disobeying me is 
not in your best interests. And do not dare move it from position 
until I give you permission. I have a very nice switch that would do 
considerable damage to your naked backside. Do you understand me?"

"Ye . . . yes, Sir." Mulder swallowed convulsively and held out his 
hand.

"Palm up." He turned his hand over and closed his eyes. The heavy 
ruler struck with a resounding jolt across his palm that sent pain all 
the way up to his elbow. He gasped but did not dare move his hand. The 
next stoke landed across his fingers. **Shit that hurt.** He really 
wanted to cradle the injured hand against his chest and fought the 
urge to pull his hand out of harms way. The third stroke landed hard 
between the other two and made his hand go numb.

"That was for arguing with me regarding the proper translation of 
Latin. Now give me your other hand."

Mulder eyes flew open but he kept silent, finally offering his other 
hand palm up, tears again running down his handsome face.

"This is for not obeying me quickly enough when I asked for your 
hand." Mulder suffered his other hand to be similarly beaten, sobs 
catching in his throat.

"Turn around and bend at the waist." The first stroke of the ruler on 
his already sore bottom felt like a thousand bee stings. The next five 
made the bees sting him evenly over every inch of his sizzling skin. 
To his utter shame, he was again crying hard by the time he was 
allowed to rise.

"Now do you think you can obey me the rest of the day?"

"Yes . . . Yes, Sir."

"Good, go sit quietly on that stool facing the corner. Put your hands 
behind your back palms out and rest your feet on the first rung. I 
want all of your weight on that sore bottom of yours. While you sit 
there, I want you to contemplate the serious repercussions of your 
poor behavior."

As Mulder sat there, he was thinking but not about how to correct his 
behavior in this sick little game. He tried to come up with a plan to 
escape this wretched island. His dream vacation had quickly turned 
into a nightmare. He felt a hand ruffle his hair. He looked up but 
could see no one. He thought he heard a faint laugh but it did not 
sound at all like Vince this time.

The door opened and Mulder glanced back to see Scully enter the room. 
She was dressed in a long, white ruffled dress and a wide brimmed 
straw hat with amazingly, a huge bunch of silk flowers on it. Very 
un-Scully like. But he had to admit she did look stunning.

Her smile faded as she saw Mulder sitting shamefully in the corner.

"Mr. Skinner, this is outrageous."

Mulder sighed in relief. Scully. His savior had finally arrived.

She walked over to Mulder on her tiny satin clad feet and grabbed him 
by his ear, forcing his astounded face around to meet her eyes. "You 
promised me you would behave for Mr. Skinner. I do not want to stop in 
here to see my son, only to be confronted by this kind of disgraceful 
display. Do you understand me, Fox."

**Shit!** "Ye . . . yes, I understand you."

"I certainly hope so." She turned away. "Mr. Skinner, Fox is to be in 
the main dining room in one hour. I will not tolerate any unsightly 
behavior from him this evening, therefore as a reminder, I would like 
you to use your finest switch on his backside and then see that he is 
dressed properly for dinner. I do so apologize for my son Sir, I'm 
fearful that he was without discipline for far too long." Scully 
flounced from the room in a cloud of white lace and lilac water.

Mulder was soon bent over the high back of the wooden chair, his feet 
barely touched the floor, his hands gripped the seat for all he was 
worth. Skinner was using a long thin switch to profusely mark his 
tender flesh. The pain seemed to enter his body from behind and then 
exit through the top of his head. He knew he was putting on quite a 
show, dancing from foot to foot and begging Skinner to stop, sobbing 
frantically through it all. At this point he just didn't care anymore. 
He just needed this to end. Not just the whipping, this whole damned 
vacation.

When he had been throughly welted from waist to knees and had not a 
speck of dignity to call his own, he was allowed to return to their 
room for a shower and a change of clothing. He hissed in pain as the 
cool water fell against his welted skin but after a short time it 
began to feel wonderful. He stayed there for a very long time. Hell 
with that one hour shit. If anyone knew how to feel sorry for 
themselves, it was Fox Mulder.

He toweled off and was relieved to find normal clothing laid out for 
him on the bed. Just as he was reaching for his boxers, Scully bounded 
into the room. She was smiling brightly and wearing the tiniest bikini 
he had ever seen. "Wow Scully, why bother?"

"Like it? What is taking you so long anyway? We have the picnic basket 
all packed and are ready to head down to the beach for dinner." She 
looked puzzled for a moment, "Mulder, why are you getting dressed? The 
most you need is your speedo and in my opinion you don't even need 
that." She smiled at him seductively. He again felt that surreal 
fuzziness invade his brain.

He turned his aching backside to her, "Scully, did I get burned or 
something? My butt hurts."

She ran her hand lovingly over his skin, "Mulder, you are far too 
tanned to burn at this point. Your butt is perfect," He hid his wince 
of pain as she lightly pinched his right cheek, "Totally perfect. Now 
come on, let's go."

The picnic turned out to be fun even if he couldn't sit down. He lay 
on his side, fully dressed while Scully and Skinner flirted with him 
outrageously. He finally lost the cloths and they ended up making love 
on the beach while the ocean lapped at their feet and the stars shown 
serenely above. Mulder felt anything but serine.

Tonight he planned to stay awake all night and hold on tightly to 
Skinner and Scully. Maybe if he woke with them in the bed, he could 
avoid any more embarrassing little playlets.

Wilkerson Island - South Shore Mansion Thursday, 8:15 a.m.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" They were gone again. Now what should he do? Too 
far down to go out the window. Maybe he could just hide out in here 
all day. He got up and locked the door.

He showered but could find no clean clothing except what looked like a 
leather pouch. He examined it more closely. "Oh Shit!" He quickly 
threw it down as if it were on fire, that thing was meant to be worn 
on his . . . his . . . "No way!"

He was startled by a loud knocking at the door, "Are you finished 
cleaning up in there yet, Boy. Don't take all day with that, you 
haven't served our breakfast yet and I won't abide tardiness at 
meals."

"Scully," Mulder whispered. That was Scully out there yelling at him 
to serve her breakfast and calling him boy. Oh shit! Mulder paced the 
room. Okay, don't panic, just don't panic. I have to think, have to 
figure out what to do now."

"Why do you have this door locked, Boy? Are you asking to start this 
day with a good thrashing? I would be very careful if I were you. I am 
in no mood for any of your foolishness today."

Okay, okay. Option one: put on a sheet, open the door and try to 
reason with her. Option two: don't open the door and see what happens. 
Shit! Option three: put on the damned leather thing so I am not 
completely naked and open that door with all possible speed. He 
reached for the pouch.

Mulder opened the door to a sight he would never have believed. His 
beautiful Scully in a floor length dress that exemplified the word 
flashy'. It was a vibrant orange, very tight, very low cut and seemed 
to be covered in bright yellow feathers. **Feathers?** And she still 
looked beautiful. How did she do that?

"What were you doing in there, Fox? . You should know by now that 
neither your pretty face nor your abilities under the sheets will save 
your butt if you displease me."

Scully looked past him to the still unmade bed, "You'll just have to 
finish up in there later but you will pay for this. Now get 
downstairs, the girls are awake and wanting breakfast." She gave him a 
good smack on his bare butt as he passed her on his way downstairs. He 
yelped and wondered about *the girls*.

"Uh-h-h-h . . . do you think I could have some more cloths?"

"Not on your life Boy, we like you just like that. Now move."

The leather strap attached to the pouch felt strange as it rubbed 
between his bottom cheeks as he descended the stairs. He really wanted 
to leave this island. Scully in feathers, that might be the most 
frightening thing he had seen thus far.

Mulder stopped dead in his tracks upon reaching the dining room. He 
was in a whorehouse! Seven women in various stages of undress were 
seated around the large polished table. And they were all cat calling 
and whistling at him. **So that's how it feels.**

Scully came up behind him and gave him another resounding slap to his 
exposed backside. "Fox, get moving. What is wrong with you today?"

The meal was a disaster. Mulder did not know the first thing about 
cooking breakfast or even reheating what was already in the kitchen. 
And the women were more than happy to point out his short coming with 
stinging smacks to his available backside. They complained about the 
food - too hot - too cold-too raw - too burned. They even complained 
about the way he served it. **Shit! Everybody spilled things 
occasionally.**

When he finally cleared away the last dish, he looked up to meet 
Scully's eye. She was standing with her arms crossed across her chest 
and her right toe tapping on the floor.

The girls' started up on him again, "Oh-h-h-h, honey you gonna' get it 
now.

"You won't be able to sit down for a week, Sweet Boy Child."

"Make them pretty buns glow, Miss Dana."

Mulder looked at Scully, he tried for his best puppy dog face. When 
that didn't seem to help, he went for the pout. That always worked 
with Scully.

"Daisy, would you go get my hairbrush, please?" In Mulder's opinion 
Daisy jumped up and ran upstairs with far too much glee. Dana seated 
herself in a dining room chair and crooked her finger at him to come 
to her.

He looked around. He didn't know how to get off this island and even 
more importantly he wasn't sure he was even in the same time zone 
right now. This looked far more like the nineteenth century than 
twentieth. Shit!

He walked over to his partner's side, all the while still trying to 
make the pout work for him. He finally gave up and lowered himself to 
his knees by her side. She glared at him and raised one eyebrow. He 
positioned himself across her lap with his elbows on the floor on one 
side and his knees almost touching on the other. God, this was so 
embarrassing. Those girls from hell' were still at it. Making very 
unseemly remarks about his body and what was about to happen to a 
certain very shapely portion of it.

Daisy arrived back in record time and handed her boss the polished 
wooden brush. Mulder closed his eyes. This was nothing new. Scully 
occasionally felt she needed to reinforce her opinion with a hairbrush 
to his backside. She had just never done it with an audience before.

The strokes stung but it didn't really get bad until she was covering 
the same territory for about the third time. **I am not going to cry - 
I am not going to cry** She was working the dreaded brush up one side 
of his bottom and down the other. Over and over again. God, did the 
woman's arm never get tired. He knew he was wiggling his bottom, 
clenching and unclenching the muscles. The girls' loved it when he 
yelped or kicked his feet against the floor. He felt like he had set 
down on the hot stove out in the kitchen and he also felt equally hot 
tears rolling down his cheeks. So much for keeping his composure.

When he was blistered and sobbing like a five-year-old, Scully let him 
up with a firm reproach for his sloppy work. And a threat of further 
violence in the future. He gladly escaped to his kitchen sanctuary.

"Had a rough mornin' already, have you?" Mulder turned to see Walter 
Skinner enter the back door. He was dressed for outdoor work, jeans, a 
chambray shirt, battered old hat to keep the sun off.

"Hey, how come you get to wear cloths?"

"I just work here, Boy. They didn't buy me."

Mulder gulped, "They bought me?"

Skinner eyed him as if he had suddenly gone daft, "Yes, remember Miss 
Dana bought your indenture papers. You came over from, I believe it 
was Scotland and now you're working off your passage." Walter 
chuckled, "It would have gone easier on you if you had been a little 
less pretty. Most indentured servants at least get to wear their 
cloths once in a while."

Mulder shook his head as Walter left. This just got stranger and 
stranger. He was going to open an X-File on this the minute he got 
back in the office. Not like anyone would believe it but then they 
didn't believe anything else in the X-Files either.

"Aren't you done in here yet?"

"Yes, uh-h-h . . . Miss Dana."

"Good. Then you can come rub my feet for a while like a good boy 
before you finish your chores."

Mulder spent what had to be the strangest day of his life. He did 
every imaginable task in the house, he had to constantly stop to 
massage some area on Dana's body and he made love to her twice during 
the day. He supposed he could say he had been forced to make love to 
Dana twice. But for some reason, rape just looked better coming from 
Scully.

He was also felt up by every one of Dana's girls whenever they caught 
him alone. It was so humiliating. And they were never afraid to land a 
smack or two on his butt either. He had only really been spanked once 
in the morning but he was still red and smarting by mid afternoon, 
thanks to the girls'.

And then the manure really hit the fan. The men showed up.

Mulder refused to come out to serve drinks, earning himself another 
lengthy session with Scully's brush. Of course none of the men would 
have openly admitted to wanting another man but that didn't stop them 
from grabbing at him. Everywhere.

He was almost positive that a few of them had shown up just because of 
Miss Dana's Fox Boy'. He made sure none of them caught him alone. When 
Mulder reached the end of his rope and was certain he had been grouped 
enough for one day, he decided to make a run for it. He got halfway 
across the yard toward a big stand of trees before he was tackled by 
none other than Walter Skinner.

"What'd you go and do that for, Boy? This is gonna' go real hard on 
you this time."

Mulder was dragged back in the house and thrown over the carved arm of 
a horsehair settee. He knew what it was because his grandmother had 
owned one just like it. He buried his face in its prickly cushion.

"Charles, may we borrow your buggy whip please. I think our Mr. 
Skinner must deal with this run away without delay." Mulder bit his 
lip and waited. The unknown Charles' rushed to do Miss Dana's bidding.

The buggy whip was bad. Walter was asked by Miss Dana to lay the 
stripes on hard and he did not disappoint. The room was filled with 
the sounds of clinking glasses, stiff leather against bare skin, 
Skinner's soft grunts as he worked and Mulder's cries of pain.

He was sure this was the worst yet. He would hear the whip cut through 
the air with a loud whoosh and then his entire nervous system would 
explode with agony. Long before it ended, he could feel a hot wetness 
across his buttocks. Sweat? Blood? He was surely being cut to the 
bone. Finally he didn't even have the strength to cry out anymore, his 
body just jerked reflexively with each new stroke. He could hear 
Walter Skinner panting with exertion.

Wilkerson Island - South Shore Mansion Friday, 12:00 a.m.

When he woke, he was in bed with Skinner and Scully. They both had 
wrapped themselves protectively around his throbbing body. He wondered 
if he had awakened them at some point screaming with a supposed 
nightmare.

He hurt, he hurt badly but he was positive that he did not have a mark 
on him. Skinner stirred beside him and began to kiss and fondle him. 
Mulder had to force himself to remember that this was *his* Skinner 
who was touching him so intimately.

As soon as Scully and Skinner were asleep he was going to do some 
serious investigating, X-Files style

Wilkerson Island - South Shore Mansion Friday, 3:00 a.m.

He had thought they would never go to sleep. Obviously while he had 
spent his days being beaten and abused they were resting up for the 
athletics of the evening. **Jeez!** How many ways could two people 
find to use his body anyway? And where did Scully learn that stuff. He 
was beginning to think he had missed out on a lot by not attending 
Catholic schools.

He carefully made his way out of the mansion and slipped across the 
lawns. The air was cool and damp now. He shivered and wished he had 
thought to grab a jacket. The fog from the ocean was making vision 
difficult, too. He longed for the night vision gadgets the gunmen 
where always lending him. He hadn't thought he would be doing night 
reconnaissance while vacationing.

Just as he reached the edge of the grass and was about to enter the 
wooded part of the island, he was stopped by a voice very close behind 
him. He turned in shock to see that vampire from the bar. What was his 
name, D'Angelrod or something? King of the vampires, very delusional 
individual. "Not one more step, Fox." The vampire advanced on him. 
"Come back into the gardens. Your place is here now. You belong to 
me."

"Sorry but you're mistaken. We're just here for a vacation. We leave 
in another week. Actually, a hell of a lot sooner than that if I can 
talk Scully and Skinner into it."

"No My Beautiful Fox, you are not here on vacation or by accident. I 
arranged it. I arranged it all. Your lovely Mr. Skinner finding the 
island, the wonderful little dramas you have been participating in all 
week. All for my enjoyment. You are for my enjoyment, Beautiful Fox. 
All mortals are meant for my enjoyment."

"You're crazy. You can't keep me here. I stopped the werewolves. I 
helped you. You can't do this." Mulder began to back up as he spoke. 
Then everything happened at once, though later Mulder would remember 
none of it. Mulder's left heel crossed the border between grass and 
woods as the vampire king lunged for his errant mortal. The agent felt 
a sharp sting to the back of his neck and fell backwards like a rock, 
landing hard on the forest floor.

Antonio D'Argario let out a blood curdling shriek as Mulder's limp 
body was immediately pulled further into the dark woods.

Mulder felt himself being lifted over someone's hard shoulder and he 
heard Vince chattering inanely in the background. Mulder decided that 
as soon as he regained consciousness, that damned vampire was a goner.

The agent found his impromptu ride through the forest to be a highly 
unpleasant affair. He didn't know who was carrying him, he was woozy 
from the drugs that had gone into his neck and his stomach was 
bouncing uncomfortably on a hard ridge of muscle and bone. It wasn't 
Skinner, he knew Walter's shoulder. His boss used this particular 
tactic to move his stubborn agent all the time.

Just when he was sure his head was going to fall off . . . right after 
he vomited, he was lowered to the ground. He heard someone curse as 
Vince shoved them out of the way so he could knell by Mulder.

"Are you all right, Sweet Boy? Can you hear me?"

With the last of his strength, Mulder lunged up and grabbed the 
vampire by the throat. If only he had enough left to squeeze the life 
out of that worthless, blundering bane of his existence, he could die 
happy. He felt his fingers being pried away from Vince's cold skin. 
**Damn!**

"Ease up Mulder. You aren't going to kill him that way, you are just 
wasting your energy."

**Oh no. He knew that voice.** "Krycek!"

He tried to lung for Alex's throat this time but only managed to lift 
his arms slightly before he was again pinned to the ground.

"Calm down Mulder, we have some unfinished business." He rubbed his 
fingers along Mulder's smooth jaw. "I've been waiting a long time to 
get my hands on you again."

Vince looked on in amazement as Krycek reached down and pulled a small 
radio from the pocket of his jacket. "Okay, we are ready to leave 
now." A few minutes later a large fishing boat appeared at the 
entrance to the cove.

"You had another boat standing by all this time?" Vince was very 
impressed, obviously when it came to underhanded and sneaky, the 
vampire was now in the presence of a master.

"Yeah, I had to stay on this freaking island because I couldn't risk 
missing the opportunity to grab Mulder. He pulled his former partner 
to his still shaky feet. "Come on Wunderkind, you're leavin' this 
dance with me." Mulder staggered along with them, he was sure if he 
protested he would be carried again. His stomach just couldn't take 
that.

Mulder did protest adamantly as he was being bound to a post that 
seemed to be the highest point on the boat. "Sorry Foxy, I don't trust 
you. Besides I like you up here where I can look at you."

Mulder kicked out his right foot catching Krycek behind his knee. Alex 
compensated easily and slammed Mulder against the post, head first. 
"Listen Smart Boy, you pull one more stunt like that and I am going to 
strip you naked and beat your sweet little ass with my belt. Right up 
here in front of God and everybody. I know that's how Skinner controls 
you, I've seen it work." He watched as fear briefly crossed Mulder's 
wide hazel eyes.

"These seamen don't make port very often, they will give you a lot of 
unwanted attention if you are tied up here helpless and naked all 
night. Looking the way you look would not have its advantages at sea, 
Pretty Boy." He smiled as he gently slapped Mulder's cheek, then left 
to have a word with the captain and check their course.

Mulder was tired. He really needed to sit down but he was tied in a 
standing position and could find no way to work around the ropes. He 
caught one or the other of the crew watching him occasionally. He 
wished he had worn those really baggy shorts he had, the ones that 
Scully said made him look like he had just mugged a homeless person. 
He felt vulnerable tied up here.

As dusk approached the combination of exhaustion, sea air and sun had 
drained Mulder. He was leaning heavily on the post, trying desperately 
to keep himself in an upright position to keep pressure off of his 
sore wrists. He was almost glad to see Krycek again. This time he made 
no protest as he was half dragged, half carried below decks.

Krycek was undressing him but Mulder was too weak and tired to even 
care. "Now Foxy, we can do this the easy way and both have a good time 
or I can warm your backside until you are as compliant with me as you 
are with Skinner. Which is it gonna' be, Lover?"

"No more belts."

"You are such a spoil sport, Sweet Boy." Vince ran his hands through 
Mulder's thick hair as Alex finished removing his clothing.

"Don't you touch me, you slimey degenerate, worthless piece of scum."

Krycek leaned over Mulder's prone form, "I thought we had come to an 
agreement, Foxy. I'm not like that son of a bitch Skinner, I'd really 
rather love you than beat you."

"Oh Sweet Boy, this guy is gonna do you so good. I can't wait. He is 
so evil, so unrepentant. I love this guy."

"Love . . . what the hell do you know about love, Pervert When I get 
loose, your life is over."

Krycek flipped him onto his stomach, "Fine Foxy, we do this the hard 
way. I want your sexy ass any way I can get it, but red hot will 
please me just fine."

When the retort of the first stroke sounded in the small cabin, Mulder 
buried his head in the pillow and tried not to scream. He would not 
give Krycek the satisfaction, not to mention that damned voyeuristic 
vampire.

The heavy strokes of the belt hitting naked flesh reverberated like 
pistol shots throughout the fishing boat. It was a very distinctive 
sound.

"The least that Russian bastard could have done was let us all watch. 
I'd pay cash money to see that boy of his getting his hide tanned."

"Maybe we should just take the kid away from him. He is only one man, 
it might be worth it. That's a real pretty kid."

"Nah, that guy looks real mean and the kid talks too much."

Below Decks

Krycek was enjoying himself immensely. No wonder Skinner did this. It 
felt great to make the ever infuriating Fox Mulder wither and cry 
while his butt colored so prettily. The strap was lashing Mulder 
without mercy.

Krycek took a break to take inventory, Mulder's whole body was shaking 
as he sobbed his distress into the bunk under him. His backside was 
red and blistered. No skin was broken but it was certainly going to 
show bruising by tomorrow. Every time Mulder had to sit down he would 
remember that now Alex Krycek called the shots. Alex threw down his 
strap with satisfaction, **A job well done.** Yes, Alex smiled, Mulder 
was indeed very well done.

Krycek undressed and lowered himself onto the man still crying into 
his pillow. "Sh-h-h-h, Foxy. It's all over, now I'm going to make you 
feel really good. Are you ready to behave now?"

Alex smiled as Mulder nodded his head. That strap was magic. Who would 
have thought? All those times Mulder had used him for a punching bag 
and all he would have had to do was spank the big bad federal agent. 
Would wonders never cease?

He took a long time kissing the back of Mulder's neck, working around 
his throat to his ear. He could feel the agent's hot, sore backside 
flinch as it was pushed up against his groin. Alex groaned from deep 
in his chest. This was going to be so damned good.

Mulder awakened sore and exhausted, Krycek had once again proven to be 
insatiable. Mulder had lost count of the number of times and ways his 
body had been used. He wouldn't be able to sit down for a month. He 
moved slightly and whimpered. Then he noticed the vampire sitting at 
the foot of the bed.

"You! Why can you appear and disappear like that but choose to stumble 
around like a drunken sailor most of the time?"

"Magic takes work."

"A pervert *and* lazy to boot, what a guy."

"Stop that, Sweet Boy, you're going to hurt my feelings and then I 
won't help you any more." Mulder shorted and rolled his eyes. "I'll 
pretend I didn't see that. Okay let's go. It's time for us to leave 
now."

"What do you mean . . . now? Could you have gotten me out of here last 
night?"

"Well . . . uh-h-h . . . I suppose I . . . might. . . maybe "

The door to the cabin crashed open just as Mulder made another lung 
for the vampire's throat. Mulder was hauled to his feet and drug up 
the stairs. Alex Krycek was waiting for him. Mulder noticed that the 
fishing boat had increased speed and the crew was now so busy they 
were not even looking at his naked body.

"Foxy, you buddy Skinner has done it again. He and Scully are on a 
Coast Guard Cutter that is bearing down on us." Alex grabbed Mulder's 
face and kissed him hard, plundering his lips and mouth with barely 
contained lust. When he finally pulled away, he glazed deeply into the 
agent's dazed eyes. He gave him one last kiss on the cheek, then 
picked him up and threw him over the side and away from the boat. 
"Sorry Foxy, gotta' go."

By the time Mulder surfaced spitting and sputtering sea water, the 
fishing boat was a good distance away and moving fast. Mulder looked 
around frantically. What if there were sharks here? What if Skinner 
didn't get here before he got too tired to keep himself afloat? What 
if . . .

"What if the sun decides to fall from the sky and lands right on your 
head?" Mulder glared at the vampire who seemed to be hovering just 
above the water. "Here." He produced a life raft and handed it to 
Mulder.

"This is all your fault."

"Not so, Sweet Boy. I actually saved you. Antonio caused all of this. 
He has decided that you are more trouble than you are worth, by the 
way. That seems to happen to you quite often I've noticed."

"If you think I was trouble before, you haven't seen anything yet. If 
I get out of this alive I am going to find the first tree, the first 
table leg, the first piece of wood that I can sharpen into a point and 
you . . . you are history."

"You better show more appreciation, Sweet Boy. I can either make your 
unstable friends believe that you have had a traumatic experience and 
need all the love they can lavish on you. Or . . . they will be firmly 
under the impression that you ditched them and are in need of some 
serious discipline."

The agent glared at him.

The smile never left Vince's face. "So tell me, Hum-m-m, which is it 
gonna' be? The cutter should be here in oh, about two minutes or so. 
Make up your mind, Sweet Fox."

Mulder could hear the roar of an engine off in the distance.

"Well, Sweet Boy, am I your one true hero or not? Come on, say it."

The cutter was almost on them now, Mulder gritted his teeth, "You're 
my hero," he hissed.

A wide grin split the vampire's face.

"And tell me you want to see me again very soon. And that you want 
another kiss. Come on, say it. It's almost too late."

"I want to . . . to see you soon and . . . and I want a . . . kiss."

"Now tell me you love me."

"Don't push it, Vampire."

Vince chuckled, "You delight me, Sweet Boy. See you soon." And Vince 
was gone.

"Worthless, Blood Gussling stack of . . . "

The Coast Guard Cutter pulled as close as possible and instantly 
Scully's pretty face was leaning over the side. "Oh Mulder, are you 
all right. We've been so worried about you, My Darling."

"Her darling?" Mulder whispered and then he smiled. **Vampire Magic - 
Gotta' Love It.**

The End - Part three

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