Disclaimer:I don't own the characters of the story. Some of them
from the X-Files, others are taken from American Gothic. No infringement
intended. I swear I brought them back, so if the owners can't
it's not my fault!
Ratings: NC-17, b&d, K/other, K/other/M. It's slash, which
means sex and
violence, so if you are under 18, or if more or less consensual
two or three men bothers you, turn away now. If you are a very
person, you shouldn't read this either, for it contains partial
(Eithermore, if you're very nervous, I wonder why you watch mystery-series!:-))
Thanks to Jessie for her patience
Archive: Whereever you want, as long as you mention me.
Summary: Krycek seeks help from an old friend, which he will soon
Notes of the author: I always thought people who consider Krycek
don't know Lucas Buck. Lucas is truely evil and, besides that,
"Lord of the rats" is a synonym for the devil in Goethe's
Lord Of The Rats
Sheriff Lucas Buck, keeper of law and order in a small American
Trinity, slowly rose from the armchair in his living room and
his large, empty house to open the front door, because someone
had just rung
Waiting outside stood a tall, handsome young man in a black leather
His beautiful green eyes looked pleadingly at the Sheriff.
"Lucas, I need your help!"
"Alex!" Lucas Buck said somehow delightedly and stepped
aside to let Alex
Krycek into his house.
"You need my help?" he repeated after he had closed
the door behind the
younger man. "What can you offer me in return?"
As an answer Krycek battered his long, thick eyelashes, smiling
Lucas smiled back, arrogantly. "I could get that from everyone!"
"Maybe," Krycek replied, stepping nearer to the Sheriff.
"But no one is as
good as me!" Thereupon he knelt down in front of Lucas, opened
undid the zipper and took out his hardening cock. Without hesitation
it into his talented mouth.
Lucas looked down with content at the young man who was doing
him a blowjob.
He had always been a talented disciple, in more than one way.
It seemed, that
he had even extended his abilities in the time they hadn't seen
An hour later.
Alex lay exhausted on the bed, gazing thoughtfully at the good-looking
beside him. He had known Lucas even before he went to Quantico.
He had been
very young, hardly old enough to be called a man. Lucas, then
living in the
same town, was about ten years older. He had admired that fascinating
and how happy he had been, when the older man showed interest
on him. Alex's
parents of course had tried to stop the friendship, although they
know, that Lucas was even more than a friend to Alex. His lover,
his master. Lucas had taught him everything: how to make sex (-not
certainly not-), how to lie, how to intrigue against others, and
moonless night even how to kill. Though he somehow had been afraid
all the time, he had missed him in an almost painful way, when
finally had separated them. He had gone to Quantico, Lucas had
The first month separated had been like the withdrawal of a drug
He had never loved Lucas, but he had adored him, had been addicted
even when Lucas had been cruel to him.
In that way his feelings for Mulder were similar. Sure, Mulder
opposite of Lucas, but the more Mulder was mean to him, the more
he beat him,
the deeper Krycek felt for him, happy for every smile, every friendly
There would never again be smiles and friendliness from Mulder,
since he had
deceived him. Damnshit! Why the hell did he make the mistake to
fall in love
with the one with whom the Consortium had charged him?
Lucas would laugh about him if he knew.
Krycek wondered if it wasn't a sign of deep desperation to ask
Buck, for help. Of course here he would be safe from the FBI,
and maybe Lucas
would even be able to rescue him from the Consortium, if they
for him in Trinity.
Lucas Buck was an X-File all by himself. Everyone who tried to
mess with him
got killed, and there was never a trace leading to Lucas. Krycek
for certain what abilities he had, but he was quite sure that
not even the
Consortium could cope with Lucas Buck.
Yes, Krycek would be save here. But who would save him from Lucas
The Sheriff glared down at him, frowning:"You've left the
"That's a long story. It would take too much time to tell
replied. In fact, he didn't want to tell Lucas too much, for he
his knowledge against Krycek one day. You never knew with Lucas
"And how shall I help you?" Lucas asked.
"There are some men looking for me. Some of them are FBI-agents,
from another organisation." Stop, don't tell him too much!
have to leave the country for a while, and I have my connections,
so I will
get a fake passport soon. All I ask of you, Lucas, is a safe place,
can stay for a few days."
"You have not really answered my first question." Lucas
claimed. "What will
I get, if I help you?"
"Well, you will get >it< whenever you want, wherever
and however." Krycek
answered. "Don't laugh at me, Lucas, I know you. You're just
you have control over everything. What I offer you, is absolute
Krycek waited for a response, but Lucas seemed to need to think
Finally he said:"You risk a lot, Alex. What if I like the
feeling of control
so much that I decide not to let you go again?"
"You won't." Krycek replied."because this is a
very nice, very American town,
and people would start talking if the Sheriff had a male lover.
they wouldn't dare to gossip if it lasts just for days,"
he hurried to add,
"but if you keep a man in your house for longer... The public
important for men in public offices, even for you."
"You've realized that very well, Alex." Lucas voice
sounded amused. "But
your offer is very alluring." Lucas looked straight at him
with eyes, that
seemed to see right into his soul. "Ok, you may stay as long
as you want to."
Then he smiled, a somehow spiteful smile. "Get on your knees,
commanded, "I wanna fuck you!"
Krycek obeyed with a foreboding that he would regret giving Lucas
He closed his eyes, feeling Lucas's hands stroking his back, reaching
buttocks. Although he enjoyed every single touch, he was feeling
In the early evening hours of the next day.
"Damnshit!" Mulder slammed shut the hood of his car,
cursing loudly. He
couldn't figure out what was wrong with the engine, why it had
conked out in
the middle of a waste, lonely road.
First he had hoped for an UFO, but it didn't come. After waiting
for a few
minutes, he had decided to look what was wrong, but he didn't
very much about engines.
Mulder grabbed his cell phone to call the wrecker service. But,
also his phone refused to work. Maybe the interferences were caused
coming storm. The sky was grey with clouds, hanging so low that
thought, he could almost touch them.
It had indeed been a bad idea of Skinner to send Mulder on holiday.
wanted to continue working, repressing the thoughts about what
to him, about Krycek murdering his father, about the halluzinogenes
which the Consortium had contaminated the water, about Scully
about the train, but Skinner had insisted on Mulder recovering
events. And what happened as soon as he went on holiday? His car
his cell phone was defective, and he had to walk to the next town
>Trinity, fifteen miles< he read on a signpost. Good, perhaps
manage to get there before the storm began.
Krycek walked through the town sunken into thoughts. No one else
because of the bad weather.
Recently Krycek's former boss had tried to kill him with a car
bomb. Why the
hell had he been so stupid to run to the next telephone box and
cigarette smoking bastard, telling him that he was still alive?
still thought he was dead, he wouldn't need to hurry so much to
country. Maybe he wouldn't even need a fake passport, for they
monitor the steps of a dead man. And last but not least he wouldn't
needed to turn to Lucas Buck.
It had always been strange with Lucas. He was very handsome, tall,
with lush, light brown hair, Krycek really felt attracted by him.
was something in his eyes that made him shiver with uneasiness.
always feared that Lucas could swallow up his soul. Krycek tried
away the thought by reminding himself on the sex last night and
Yes, it had been good. At least at most parts of it. But Lucas
enjoy hurting Krycek a bit, by not making him slick enough before
him. Of course it had always been Lucas who penetrated the other
one. It had
been that way years ago, when they were a couple, and it was that
Lucas would never admit his partner to be on top, he had to be
The pain Lucas gave to him was never grave, never hard enough
couldn't have been inadvertently. Alex knew, it wasn't. So he
him, when he had hurt him, unwilling to give Lucas that triumph.
Maybe offering this attractive but evil man to be his love-slave
for a few
days had been a mistake. To make things worse, his contact person,
had phoned today, had told him, that it would take some days until
fake papers were ready. Bullshit, why did it take so long?
A heavy wind blew in the town when Mulder reached it, but the
storm had not
As soon as he would find a 'phone box, he would call a wrecker
then he would look for a hotel or a pension where he could spend
Not the town he had planned, but he had no choice.
The light was dim, not just because the sun was setting, somewhere
by the clouds, but because of the bad weather. Nevertheless, Mulder
recognized the slender figure turning around the corner.
Krycek decided to go back to the Sheriff's house. Maybe Lucas
annoyed when he came home and Alex wasn't there, and the last
wanted was to mess with Lucas. He just wanted to spent the time
trouble. But then he saw the tall, slender frame running at him.
"KRYCEK!" the name shot like a flash through Mulder's
brain. Without even
thinking he rushed forwards, grabbed the surprised young man by
covered shoulders and slammed him against a wall. Sparks of joy
wandered through his veins as he saw his victim grimacing with
pain when his
head banged against the stone. He drew his gun and pressed it
Krycek's chest. Searching his mind for insults adequate for that
looked into Krycek's face. It would have been an emotionless mask
weren't that haunted look in his emerald green eyes. However,
this face. How could someone so beautiful be such a monster?
A cold voice with a southern accent interrupted his thoughts:
weapon and raise your hands!"
There was a slight change in the look of Krycek's eyes. Mulder
relief and at the same time concern.
The FBI-agent turned his head and recognized a tall, handsome
man in a
Sheriff's uniform standing a few feet behind him. He also recognized
pointing at him.
"I'm from the FBI!" Mulder explained.
"I said: drop your weapon!" the man insisted. Mulder
realized that he hadn't
heard him coming. Had he been so distracted with Krycek?
The Sheriff resolutely walked towards him and pressed his gun
Mulder's temple. "Drop your weapon!" he repeated in
a menacing voice.
Mulder obeyed. As soon as his gun fell to the ground, Krycek moved
the wall. But to Mulder's surprise he didn't take the opportunity
away. Instead he stayed close behind the Sheriff.
"That man is a wanted criminal." Mulder said. "He'll
escape, if you don't
But the Sheriff simply ignored his objection. "Hands to the
sighed and put the palm of his hands to the stone. If the Sheriff
on a body search, ok, surely that man would feel very embarrassed
found Mulder's identity certificate.
"My identity card is in the right pocket of my jacket."
Mulder tried to make
it work faster.
The Sheriff's hand glided into his pocket, taking out a notebook
and a foto
of Scully. "No, it isn't." he said calmly.
"Then it's in the other pocket!" Mulder answered.
"No, not even there." the Sheriff replied. He reached
under Mulder's jacket
to scan either for the papers or for weapons. Suddenly the Sheriff's
rested on his ass. Mulder jumped a bit, but then he thought that
was nothing sexual. Some people keep their identity card in the
the backside of their jeans, the Sheriff decidedly just wanted
to make sure
that Mulder didn't.
By the way, how could he have lost all his papers?
His thoughts were interrupted as the Sheriff rudely tugged his
right arm to
his back. Mulder felt the metal of handcuffs close around his
his other arm was pulled back and chained.
"He has attacked you?" the Sheriff turned to Krycek.
"Yes," he simply replied.
"Do you have any idea, why?"
"I think he's mad." Krycek answered.
"You must come with us to the office. Just to answer some
questions, for the
protocols." the Sheriff said to Krycek in a friendly manner.
very concerned. Something was definitely wrong here.
Deputy Ben Healy didn't think the man he was interrogating looked
criminal. But if criminals looked like criminals, his job would
"You attacked the man in the leather jacket?" he asked.
"Yes," the man answered. "But I'm an FBI-agent,
and I was going to arrest
him, when the Sheriff came and disturbed us."
"You want to say the man in leather is a criminal?"
"Exactly. His name is Alex Krycek."
Ben could clearly hear the hatred in the man's voice, when he
"And your name?" Ben wanted to know.
What a lunatic would call his son Fox?
"Why didn't you identify yourself as an FBI-agent to Sheriff
"I tried, but I must have lost my identity card."
A door opened and the Sheriff, who had recorded the victim's testimony
now, came in, followed by the young man in leather.
"What has the scoundrel told you?" Lucas asked.
"That his name is Fox Mulder, that he's an FBI-agent, who
lost his identity
card, and that the other man is a criminal named Alex Krycek."
"How interesting. That is the first time, that a madman tried
to tell me
that he's an FBI-agent." Lucas said ironically.
"But it is true." the man named Mulder interjected.
Sheriff Buck smiled condescending. "Then it is also true,
that this man is a
criminal named Krescenk?"
"Krycek." Mulder corrected.
"You have not recently changed your name, Mr Jeremy Franklin?"
The young man in leather smiled and shook his head.
"Did you check his identity card?" Ben asked.
Lucas looked straight at him, not longer smiling. "You don't
really think I
haven't, do you?!"
"Then they are fake!" the man who called himself Mulder
The Sheriff ignored him. "Throw him into a prison cell until
we find out
more." Then, turning to the young man, he offered: "Come
on, I'll take you
home, Mr Franklin."
As the two men left the police station, Ben wondered, if they
collaborating, working together against this Fox Mulder.
What was he thinking? Suspecting his boss of saving a criminal
FBI-agent, of commiting a crime! Terrified about his thoughts
he stood up,
looking at the man sitting sadly on his chair.
"C'mon," he said friendly, "your cell is waiting."
Lucas Buck was sitting at the edge of his bed, contemplating the
card in his hand.
"I knew that you are corrupt, Lucas, but I didn't know that
you're also a
thief." Alex, leaning onto the frame of the door, remarked
"This Fox Mulder," Lucas said, " is a very goodlooking
man, don't you think?"
"Maybe," Alex tried to sound uninterested.
Suddenly Lucas threw Mulder's identity card into a corner and
Krycek. "Come nearer!" he ordered.
Krycek walked slowly towards him and stopped standing directly
in front of
Lucas. Lucas's hands gently touched Krycek's tighs, moved upwards
grabbed tightly into his asscheeks. Krycek sharply inhaled, the
his buttocks contracted. Looking into Lucas's eyes, he barely
growling thounder outside.
"Shall I kill him for you?" Lucas asked softly.
"No!" Krycek called out. Hastily he added. "I mean,
he's not worth the
trouble. You'd have to explain it... all the paperwork... Just
keep him in
prison for a few days, that will fit my needs."
Krycek noticed with concern that sinister glowing in Lucas's eyes.
Sheriff smiled slightly. "Strip for me!" he claimed
as if they'd never
Krycek stepped back and let his leather jacket glide to the ground.
provocative, slow movements he tore off his shirt, slipped off
his shoes and
socks, opened his pants and finally took off his jeans.
Entirely naked he stepped back to Lucas, who quickly took hold
slim waist and threw him onto the bed.
Krycek landed with his back on the matress and before really realizing
Lucas was above him, kissing him wildly. His hands were playing
nipples, which hardened at once.
"Do you know, what surprised me most, when you offered me
control over you,
Alex?" he whispered, while moving one of his hands down Krycek's
his flat abdomen, the feeling of the material of Lucas's shirt
on his bare
skin heighening his arousal. "That you voluntarily gave up
the illusion of
free will." Krycek gasped as Lucas's hand reached his groin,
cock. Outside, the thunder was roaring.
"We are similar in some ways." Lucas continued. "we
both like the feeling of
control. Although I think, your motives are different to mine.
afraid of what may happen to you, if other people take control
of your life."
Lucas let go of Krycek's cock. Alex sighed in frustration, but
took hold of Alex's left wrist and kissed it gently. Krycek sat
up on his
elbow and watched Lucas curiously. What was he intending to do
He didn't need to wait long for an answer. Lucas free hand reached
took the handcuffs and closed them around Krycek's wrist.
"What the hell..." Alex murmured. He tried to withdraw
himself from Lucas,
but the Sheriff's grip was almost inhumanly firm. He also grabbed
free arm and pulled both to the head of the bed, chaining his
wrists to the
brass-rails in the headboard with the handcuffs.
"I don't know, if I'll like that." Krycek complained.
"I don't mind, if YOU'll like it." Lucas answered coldly.
"I will." As if to
underline his words, thunder was growling again.
Lucas turned Alex around, so that he lay on his stomach. Then
another handcuff, closed it around Krycek's right ankle and chained
the footboard. He did the same with the other ankle. Krycek didn't
resist. He knew, it was useless, a waste of energy, for Lucas
chained his hands. In some ways, he thought, he even deserved
it. What had
he been thinking - asking Lucas Buck for help, offering him to
in return! He should have known that Lucas would utilize it widely.
Lucas stood at the end of the bed, enjoying the sight. The light
was dim in
here, but sometimes lightning strikes illuminated the scene. Alex
beautiful. A slender body, fitted out with firm muscles underneath
smooth skin. There weren't men as perfect in Trinity - except
of course - , women, yes. Gail was very pretty, worth to bear
him a son.
Selena was not really beautiful, but there was something wicked
in her eyes,
that could drive a man mad. Krycek could do that, too, if you'd
(Except of homophobics, of course.)
Lucas quickly stripped down. Krycek turned his head and looked
at him, his
eyes widened with fear and anticipation. It would be fun to take
but Lucas decided that it could be much more interesting to make
hated the feeling of being delivered to his mercy, enjoy it.
He sat down beside Alex, gently caressing his shoulders and his
younger man's muscles contracted in response to his touch.
There was a lump of fear in his stomach. It loosened a bit, when
that Lucas was only stroking him softly. At the same time his
to harden. He noticed the matress beside him being pressed down,
moved nearer. Then his lips and his tongue were on his neck, kissing
licking, slowly moving down his spine. Krycek tried to repress
his moans of
He should have known that Alex would be easy to please. Always
for every half-way gentle touch, for any attention, any sign of
decided that Alex had enjoyed enough, at least for now.
Lucas lips had gone, and Alex waited with excitement for what
next. Then Lucas slapped Alex's buttocks hard with the back of
his hand. The
sound of the crack got lost in the rolling thunder. Krycek gasped
surprise. Then he felt Lucas's hands grab rudely into his asscheeks,
them. Somehow against his will his erection grew at the rough
until one of Lucas's fingers forced its way through the contracted
of his ass, making Alex whimper in pain, trying hard to repress
burning in his eyes.
"You little pervert like this, don't you?" Lucas asked
in a tone that made
sure, that he wouldn't accept a 'no' as an answer.
Krycek didn't like it, but he nodded his head, as Lucas's finger
sending sparks of pain through his body. As for a reward Lucas's
finger slid out.
Now his hand carressed his buttocks, suddenly gentle again.
Then he heighered Krycek's hips with one hand, the other one moved
his groin, stroking the heavy balls and the hardened cock, until
the precum spurt
out on the top of it.
Lucas was fully erect now, and so was Alex, so he decided to prepare
the finale. He made his fingers slick with Alex's precum and smeared
it on and
into the opening of his ass. Then he mixed it up with the semen
his own cock, until he felt Alex shiver with anticipation.
"You want it?" Lucas asked unneccessarily.
"Yes!" Alex pleaded. "Fuck me!"
Lucas penetrated him quickly, burying his full length inside him.
Krycek cried out in agony, as the pain sent a burning sensation
whole body. Lucas cock almost completely slid out again, easing
giving Alex a chance to relax. Lucas slowly, nearly carefully,
started to thrust
in and out. As Krycek's hips started to move in synchrony with
him, the rhythm
got faster. At the same time as Lucas's semen discharged into
him, his own
sperms dispersed onto the bed.
Outside the storm was on its height, thunder and lightning taking
any pause. As the storm faded away, Lucas finally collapsed on
their sweat uniting.
"Will you untie me now?" Alex asked, when he had caught
breath again. Lucas
sat up, his fingers moving down Krycek's spine, admiring the contracting
underneath the sweat-wet skin. "Who said, that I've already
The cop, who brought Mulder breakfast, was another one than the
man who had
interrogated him yesterday. He was shorter and more corpulent.
by the way, was o.k.:an egg, bread with jam and a large cup of
The cop put the tray onto the plank-bed next to Mulder and left
the cell again,
closing the door.
"That's all a mistake!" Mulder said to him. "I'm
The cop earnestly nodded his round head. "Lucas told me,
that you're mad. One
of our doctors went mad last month." he added.
"I'm not mad." Mulder objected."That bastard Krycek
has tricked your Sheriff."
If they weren't working together. Mulder had suspected that, when
he'd seen them
leaving the office together. Probably that son of a bitch was
even sleeping with the
Sheriff to ensure himself of his cooperation. That thought made
"No one can trick Sheriff Buck." the cop claimed.
"You're right, Floyd." Mulder instantly recognized the
"Alex Krycek has." Mulder insited, as Lucas Buck stopped
in front of his cell.
"Floyd, don't you have a lot of work to do?" Lucas said
to the cop. It was plain to
see, that he really meant:"Make yourself scarce!"
Floyd instantly walked out.
"I don't know what happened to my identity card."Mulder
tried to convince
him. "But this man who calls himself Jeremy Franklin is really
a dangerous criminal. He's a murderer, a betrayer..."
"And certainly he dissapointed you deeply." Lucas Buck
Mulder stared at him, uncomprehending.
"You wanted him, maybe you even loved him. But then you found
out about his
crimes, and now your feelings have turned into hatred." Lucas
"What a nonsense!" Mulder shouted out, a bit too vehemently.
Then he recognized
something. "But... then... you believe me?"
"I believe that you believe what you're saying. Mass murderers
often kill their
victims, because they consider them to be persons who'd hurt them."
"But I'm no mass murderer!" This was ridiculous! "One
phone call to my partner
Scully could prove that I'm telling the truth. I have the right
for a phone call!"
"Which rights you have and which not, is my decision."
the Sheriff hissed and
"Great!" Mulder murmured in frustration. "And Krycek
escapes in the meantime."
Lucas stopped and looked back. "Oh, Jeremy certainly won't
escape. I doubt,
that he can walk today."
He noticed with satisfaction the jealousy flaming up in the hazel
eyes of the
FBI-agent. He'd guessed right, he was torn between hatred and
love at the thought
of Alex. But what about the red-haired woman on the foto? If she
wasn't his sister,
she probably was his lover. An honest man like the FBI-agent certainly
for loving two persons at the same time. On the one hand feelings
for the woman,
on the other contradicting emotions for Alex - playing with Fox
would be very satisfying. Nearly as much as killing him.
Krycek awoke and crawled out of Lucas's bed, who had already gone
work. Had he not at all been exhausted after the exertions of
As a response to every wrong movement, Alex felt a burning pain
ass, caused by the uncountable times Lucas had rode him during
He walked limping into the bathroom. Looking into the mirrow,
he saw his pale,
tired face with the dark rings under the eyes. He looked like
Krycek smiled a confused smile in memory of the night. It had
between his darkest nightmare and a trip to heaven. It was not
would like to repeat. Well, perhaps he would even like it.
Krycek tumbled into the shower. It was time to get out of Trinity,
out of the
Sheriff's reach. He switched on the water and closed his eyes,
enjoying the feeling
of the cool liquid pattering onto his strained skin.
The keeper of law and order in Trinity sat behind his office desk,
deeply in contemplation. Last night had been even more arousing
Judith Temple, but he wondered, why he was treatening Alex so
cruelly - not
that he felt remorse. One way or the other Alex would leave him,
no matter how
good or how bad Lucas treatened him. The only thing he'd have
to care about was
if Krycek would come back, but that was in any case improbable.
But all that didn't explain why he already had decided Fox Mulder's
death. He had
made his decision as soon as Alex had dissuaded him from killing
had tried to hide it, but it had been plain to see how important
Mulder's life was
for him. Lucas almost liked Alex, but what Krycek connected with
so much deeper than everything Lucas would ever be able to feel.
in the darkest corner of his mind he was envious for that, although
he would never
ever admit it. These feelings - symphathy and love - only made
He would prove it by killing Mulder. And if it was just to hurt
Krycek left the Sheriff's house and went, still slightly limping,
to the next
phone box. Of course there was a telephone in Lucas's house, but
felt wrong by phoning his contact person from the residence of
Besides that, he needed some motion. The shower had relaxed his
but he still felt overexerted. Too much rest wouldn't be good
now, or he would
Krycek finally reached the phone box and dialed his contact.
"How much time will it take yet, until I get my passport?"
he asked harshly, as
soon as the man had answered the call.
"Krycek, is that you? It'll take a few days like I said yesterday."
"Why does it take so long?" he snarled.
"There are some complications. Krycek, you sound sick. Are
you in trouble?"
"I just had an appointment with the devil, who tried to fuck
my soul out
of my body." Krycek answered severely.
"Krycek, are you in a fever?"
"Maybe," he said bitterly and hang up the phone.
Krycek looked thoughtfully at the building of the police-station.
A cold wind
blew, tousling his short dark hair. Strange, there was always
wind in Trinity.
Somewhere inside of the building Mulder was sitting in a prison
wondered if Mulder was thinking about him, too. If so, it certainly
"Are you already missing me?" a voice he knew all to
well said ironically.
Krycek turned around to face Lucas Buck. He always seemed to appear
Strange, but even after the last night, somewhere between arousing
brutal rape, he felt attracted to that man.
Lucas stepped nearer to him and proposed in a low voice:"If
you miss me that
much, we can do it quickly on the office toilet."
Krycek felt a shiver of unease running through his veins: "No
thanks!" he answered.
"Then why are you here?"
>Cause I want to know how Mulder is. I long to see him, to
touch him....< he
thought. Aloud he lied:"I've phoned my contact today. He
said, my passport is
almost ready. I'll have to leave early tomorrow."
"So soon?" Lucas said unwillingly. "We hardly had
time for us."
Krycek couldn't help but laughing. "And what was that last
night? My ass is still
burning like fire!"
Lucas looked at him, indignantly frowning: "I thought, that
was just the beginning."
Krycek laughed out hysterically: "What comes next? You fucking
me while I'm
hanging down headlong chained with my ankles to the chandelier?"
"A very fascinating idea, but I fear the chandelier would
break to pieces." Lucas
answered. Patting Krycek's cheek condescendingly, he continued:
promise you, Alex, I'll figure out something special for tonight."
Lucas smiled wickedly and turned away to enter the office.
Krycek again felt a knot of angst in his stomach. If he survived
Lucas Buck, he
would survive everything.
Mulder stepped away from the bared up window of his cell, his
in disgust. He had stepped nearer when he had recognized the two
now he was almost regretting it. Hearing Sheriff Buck and this
slut Krycek talking
about their perverted sexual practises was not what he had hoped
for. He nearly felt
sick, when he tried to imagine Krycek and the Sheriff together,
in positions similar
to the porno videos he sometimes watched. At least, now he knew
that Krycek and
Lucas Buck conspired together. And Krycek seemed to pay in a special
for the Sheriff's help.
Mulder sighed. "Oh, Alex! How low have you sunk!"
Lucas looked out of the window of his office and watched the slender
leather walking away. "Alex, you shouldn't have tried to
deceive me." he murmured
softly. "Now I have to find an adequate punishment."
Alex may be a very talented liar, but not even he could stifle
the subtle signs a
person sends out when he's lying, as for example the widening
of the pupils. It
wasn't true that his fake papers were completed and that he had
to go. He just didn't
want to stay any longer.
How could Alex dare to leave him? Lucas thoughtfully wandered
office, along the prison cells, letting his gun strike along the
lattice bars with a
He stopped at Special Agent Mulder's cell, who sat on his plank-bed
and now looked
up to Lucas. Mulder's eyes were dark with sorrow, his slender
downcast, as if a great weight was on his shoulders. Lucas wondered,
knew that Alex loved him.
Then a hint of a smile appeared on his face, when a way to punish
Alex for deceiving
him came to his mind. That man would play an important part in
In the evening.
"Ben, why don't you take the evening off? You've worked so
hard in the last couple
of days." Sheriff Buck suggested.
Ben looked up, becoming suspicious. Lucas being nice? Something
was going on!
"But someone has to watch over the prisoner." Ben protested.
Why hadn't they already
found out his identity?
"I'll take care for that." Lucas said. "Now go
and have a nice time."
Ben stood up. "Hm... thank you, Lucas. Good night."
He went out of the office with
a vage feeling of unease, leaving the prisoner alone with Lucas.
Looking back at
the building, in which the man who called himself Fox Mulder was
the mercy of Sheriff Buck, he insulted himself: "Ben, you're
such a coward!"
Lucas viewed thoughtfully the slender man sitting in the cell.
Alex seemed to have a
good taste, loving such a handsome man.
This night would be great. Raping this Fox Mulder, afterwards
killing him and all
the time forcing Alex to take part in it - that would be a deed
worth a Lucas Buck!
He would later put the blame on Alex, telling that he attacked
Lucas and knocked
him out, then killed the FBI-agent they had falsely considered
to be a criminal. A
tragedy, isn't it?
Of course, Lucas wouldn't kill Alex. He should have to live with
the memory of
what had happened. Lucas smiled. His plan was so brilliant.
Fox looked nervously at the man standing in front of his cell,
who was staring
intensively at him.
"Why are you staring at me?" he eventually asked. The
Sheriff didn't answer, he
just took the keys and opened the door.
"Get out!" he ordered.
"Why?" Mulder wanted to know.
"Because I tell you to get out." Lucas replied in a
tone, that made sure that he
wouldn't accept any resistance.
Mulder unsurely stood up and walked out of the cell.
"Hands on your back!" the Sheriff ordered. Mulder obeyed
with a feeling of
unease. When he felt the metal of the handcuffs closing around
his wrists, he
asked:"Where do you take me?"
"Certainly not here." Lucas Buck answered. Mulder frowned
Something was wrong with that answer. The Sheriff dragged him
out of the
office, not rudely, but very determined. As he shoved him into
the backseat of
his car and drove on, Mulder's feeling of unease grew. He knew,
the Sheriff was
corrupt, was he even so corrupt to kill Mulder?
With a mixture of fear and anticipation Alex was waiting for Lucas.
had also made some effort to arrange an unforgetable evening.
He had cooked,
set the table, prepared everything for a stylish candlelight-dinner.
come afterwards, was Lucas's decision, of course. But if Lucas
with Alex's efforts, perhaps he would turn the evening into something
overwhelming. Lucas could be a fantastic lover, if he wanted to.
But if he
preferred to be cruel...
Alex would do anything within his powers to prevent Lucas from
being cruel to him,
and the best way to do so was to satisfy his demands. If he needed
to play master
and servant for Lucas, he would do so. (Humiliate himself, before
Lucas had a
With a bit luck this night could be a trip to heaven without the
He heard the door opening and Lucas voice calling: "Alex,
"I'm waiting in the dining-room, Lucas!" Alex answered,
verifying if everything
was in place on the table. He was as excited as on his first date.
Lucas entered the room, but he wasn't alone. He was dragging a
with him, Krycek knew all too well. Mulder.
Alex wasted a second admiring how beautiful Mulder was even now,
anxiety was so plain to see on his face.
"Lucas, what do you want with him?" Krycek asked as
calm as possible.
"Well, I thought we could play with him for awhile."
Lucas proposed. Wrong,
it wasn't really a proposition. More a friendly formulated order.
"What do you mean by that?" In fact, Krycek was quite
Lucas intended to do.
"I think you understand all too well, Alex." Lucas said
coldly. "Something similar
to yesterday, but this time, you'll get your chance to be on top."
Yes, Krycek understood. And so did Mulder, as he could see in
the horrified look
in his eyes. This was certainly not going to be a trip to heaven.
They were on the
descent to hell.
"But how are you going to explain this to the FBI?"
Krycek noticed annoyed the
hysteric tone in his voice.
"No need to be afraid, Alex." Lucas said appeasing.
"They don't know, that he's
here, and after I've killed him, I will take care that his corpse
will never be found."
"But your deputies know, that he's here!" Krycek protested
"They won't dare tell anyone." Lucas answered, enjoying
the effects his words
had on Alex. Normally he was a talented liar, but this time he
was hardly able
to hide his horrors. His feelings for Mulder were just too strong.
Nevertheless, his will would not be as strong as Lucas's. Maybe
it would be difficult,
but he would force Alex to take part in his plans. From tomorrow
on, Alex would
hate himself. If Lucas couldn't keep his favourite toy, he would
have to break it.
Mulder was almost sick from terror. Even if Krycek wasn't a rapist,
certainly have no more reason to protest against the Sheriff's
diabolic plan, now
that he had ensured him, that nobody would find out, what happened
to the FBI-agent.
Adrenaline flashed through his veins, his heartbeat speeded up.Unable
clear, two instincts, attack or flight, fought for predominance.
Lucas observed Krycek's reactions, who seemed to search desperately
argument, when he suddenly was attacked by that Fox Mulder. Of
course, it was
an useless attempt, for Mulder was still handcuffed. But the force
of his attack
was really surprising, when he crashed against Lucas, slamming
him against the
wall, kicking hard against his shin-bone.
Lucas howled in pain, and Mulder took the opportunity of Lucas's
to rush past him towards the door. Lucas reacted quickly, drew
his gun and
pressed it against Mulder's neck: "I wouldn't do that!"
he said calmly.
Mulder stood still and turned his head, desperation and a sense
of madness written
on his face: "Why not? You will kill me any way."
"Let him go, Lucas." Krycek threw in. "His presence
will only destroy our
intimacy." With an arrogant laughter he added: "I don't
even find him attractive!"
Lucas noticed with pleasure the hurt look on Mulder's face when
Alex denied that
he found him attractive. People who loved were so easily hurt.
He turned around
to Alex, who was still standing at the set table. "Trust
me, Alex, you will like what
I intend to do with him." he promised.
"I know very well, what I want, Lucas." Krycek said
as he stepped closer to
Lucas. "You!" he whispered, took Lucas face in the palms
of his hands and kissed
him long and passionately on his lips, hoping that Mulder would
take the chance to
get out of the room, out of the house.
Mulder watched the two attractive men with fascination. Krycek
looked as if he
wanted to swallow up the other man, nibbling at his lower lip,
sucking on it. That
kiss was so sexy.... Mulder felt his cock hardening. Finally the
Krycek away, who looked pleadening at him. But the Sheriff just
beautiful eyes and turned to Mulder, his gun pointing at him.
Damnshit! Why hadn't he used the opportunity to escape?
"I've chosen, Alex." Lucas said. "I want you both,
Rudely he grabbed Mulder's arm and shoved him out of the room.
leaving the meal he had prepared with such care back on the table.
Mulder already felt sick with terror as Lucas Buck said to Krycek
:"Alex, do you
know the adress of the red-haired woman on the photo, he's carrying
What did he want from Scully?
"Perhaps we should send her some photos." the Sheriff
A vision of his wonderful partner raised to his head, as she stared
in disgust, horror
and unnameable sadness on some photos. His lungs refused to breathe
for a moment.
Seeing what they would do to him would hurt Scully so deeply,
and there had
already been more than enough harm in her life.
With an almost inhuman howl he turned around, trying to push Lucas
down the stairs, but he escaped his attacks and slammed his fist
stomach, making him writhe in pain. Grabbing him on the collar,
he pulled him
Krycek was nearly mad for desperation, as he followed Lucas and
a scared Mulder
up the stairs to Lucas's bedroom. As they entered it, he stepped
close behind Lucas,
pulled his arms around his waist and purred seductively: "Lucas,
why don't you just
forget that fop and make love to me the way you did yesterday?"
"It seems, you got used to the chains." Lucas remarked.
"And I thought, I would do
you a favour, if I find someone else to chain."
"Oh please, no one else!" Alex begged, while he was
kissing Lucas neck.
Then he turned him around and started to loosen his tie, looking
Lucas's eyes. "I want you so much!" he sighed. >Please,
let Mulder go!< he
thought desperately. Perhaps, if he could distract Lucas's attention
for a while,
Mulder would this time manage to escape.
Krycek let Lucas's tie slip to the floor and started to unbutton
his shirt, while Lucas's
hands grabbed Krycek's tee-shirt, rending it with a sharp sound.
wandered over Krycek's chest, and a deep groan emerged from Alex's
was aroused, his erection growing. For a moment he forgot that
he was just
trying to save Mulder.
Mulder had to use all his will to tear his gaze off the two men
who were stripping
each other, all the time with an intensive eye-contact. Certainly
they were a
very glad, sexual compatible couple, but he surely didn't want
to take part in it.
Now, that they were distracted, he would perhaps manage to sneak
out of the house.
Then he would try to find Deputy Healy, his instincts told him
that he was an
honest man, who'd try to help him. Silently he made one step to
the door, then
With a loud bang the door slammed shut right before his nose.
"Don't try it again!" the Sheriff menaced, breaking
free from Alex's embrace and
walked towards Mulder, with an uninterpretable look on his face.
Mulder, in any case, could just stare at the bare muscular chest
underneath the open
shirt. He shook his head to think clearly again: "God, you
can't really think, no one
will find out, if you murder an FBI-agent!" he said firmly.
The Sheriff's answer sounded completely as a mad man's answer:
"Wrong, I'm not
God. More the opposite."
Bullshit, Lucas had noticed, that Mulder tried to escape. But
Krycek was determined
not to give up, he would persuade Lucas to let Mulder go and instead
on the bed. He felt a bit sick at the thought of a repetition
of the night before, but
anything would be better than watching Lucas raping Mulder.
"Lucas, please, this is going to be our last night. Don't
destroy it by bringing that
bastard in." he begged. "Take me!"
Lucas had a very fascinating idea. If he now followed Alex's plead
to chain him
to the bed, and then force Fox Mulder to rape Alex, Krycek's love
to Mulder would
either turn into hatred or just shortly be surpressed by anger,
anyway, it would be
easier to make Alex rape Mulder in return. The feelings of guilt,
with which he
would punish himself afterwards, would be the same, added to this
never get rid of the memory of being raped by the man he loved.
Lucas smiled content. He was so genius today!
Lucas turned around to face Krycek. "Why don't you take off
your pants and
lay down on the bed?" he proposed.
Krycek smiled and started to open his jeans. "Whatever you
Lucas picked up his tie, rudely took hold of a very confused looking
and set him onto a chair, binding him there with his tie.
"Please, Lucas, no voyeurs!" Krycek begged as he stepped
out of his pants.
"He shall at least see, what he'll miss." Lucas answered.
Krycek sighed in resignation. "You're the boss." he
spoke and lay down on the
bed in the same position as last night, his arms stretched to
the head of the bed,
legs spread. He felt so humiliated.
Lucas took his collection of handcuffs and quickly chained Krycek
to the bed.
A gaze to Mulder showed him, that he was watching with interest.
making a show for Mulder to turn him on, he stripped down, then
he walked 'round
the bed and kneeled down beside Alex, positioning himself so that
see as much as possible from both Lucas and Krycek.
He bent down and kissed the sensitive skin of Alex's neck, moving
to his ear and
biting slightly into his earlobe, before he started to whisper
softly, so silent that he
was sure, Mulder couldn't understand it.
"You're such a fool, Alex." Krycek heard Lucas murmur.
"Did you really think you
could deceive me?" Krycek felt his stomach cramp with terror.
"You weren't honest
to me, when you told me, that you'll have to go tomorrow,"
Lucas hand wandered
to his buttocks. "...and I don't like it, when people lie
to me!" To underline his
words, Lucas fingernails clawed painfully into his skin, causing
Alex to gasp.
"But what dissapointed me most, Alex, is how you've allowed
love to weaken
your once so strong heart. How you humilitate yourself just to
save Fox Mulder.
Imagine: to save a man, who's hunting you, trying to arrest you,
maybe even to
Indeed, he had been a fool, Krycek realized in deepest desperation.
He had been a
fool, as soon as he'd set foot on Trinity.
"Yes, love has made you weak, vulnerable, a slave of your
continued. "You've lost control long before you offered it
to me. - But don't worry.
This night will either break you or harden you."
Lucas hand moved upwards Krycek's spine as he sat up again, looking
Mulder watched the two naked figures with growing arousal. Recently
been whispering something into Krycek's ear, what Mulder hadn't
been able to
understand. But he had seen with admiration, how Krycek's firm
crumped while the Sheriff was speaking.
He could also see the muscles of Lucas Buck's chest and arms work,
strong hands were moving on the chained body, along the firm back,
asscheeks and the long legs.
Mulder's cock pressed almost painfully against his jeans.
"You want to take part in it?" Lucas Buck asked calmly.
Mulder looked into the strange, cold eyes staring intensively
at him. His mind
called >Yes!< but he hesitatingly shook his head.
Lucas Buck raised an eyebrow: "Not?" he asked doubtfully.
Then he stood up and
walked to Mulder, who couldn't help staring longing at the tall,
moving towards him. The Sheriff was also well-equipped, as Mulder
Lucas Buck squatted down next to Mulder's chair and pointed at
man on the bed. In a low voice he said: "You don't want to
touch the smooth, velvet
skin, feel the firm muscles, taste him on your tongue?"
>Yes!<>No, it's immoral!< Mulder's mind shouted at
him while he leaned forward as
far as the tie allowed.
"You don't want to grab into these hot asscheeks, bury your
full length deep inside
that tight, tight opening?" Lucas voice was drowning Mulder's
mind, while his erection
pressed so hard against his jeans that he could hardly bear it
"Yes!" he hissed, forgetting any more objections.
Lucas unfettered the tie, with which Mulder was bound to the chair.
jumped up, staring at Krycek as if spellbound. "Wait!"Lucas
said amused, before
he unlocked Mulder's handcuffs. He quickly stepped to the bed,
opening his pants
to free his hard. Then Lucas was behind him, helping him tear
down his clothes,
not without touching his skin as often as possible. All the time,
staring at the beautiful body waiting on the bed.
Krycek turned his head and, as far as possible as it was, lying
on his stomach,
looked upwards. Somehow Lucas had persuaded Mulder to join them,
he was standing next to the bed, completely naked, completely
erect, gazing at
him like a hungry wolf. His own cock hardened with a mixture of
arousal and fear.
Mulder sat down beside him, his hands moving fast and greedily
from his shoulder
over his back to his asscheeks. Krycek looked into Mulder's face.
He looked as if he
wasn't thinking at all.
Now Lucas was joining them on the other side, sucking on his neck.
Krycek closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations on his
skin, as two
pairs of hands and two pairs of lips explored greedily his chained,
body. He thought, he had died, but he wasn't sure if he had gone
to heaven or hell.
As Lucas noticed Alex's repressed moans, he decided to let him
Gazing straight at Mulder, he asked:"Do you want to take
Mulder looked up, a rest of reason flackering up in his eyes.
"Lube," he stammered,
"we'll need lubrication."
Damn, his will was stronger, than Lucas had exspected, now that
Mulder still wanted
to have some regard to their helpless victim.
"No, we won't." Lucas responded and shoved Mulder aside.
This time, Alex would
be taken bare. It would of course fit better in his plans, if
Mulder did it, but if he
refused to, then it was no problem for Lucast to do it himself.
He knelt between Krycek's legs, heighered his hips and shoved
a pillow underneath
them to fix this position. Them he brutally forced his way through
Now Alex knew: he was in hell.
Krycek screamed. Somehow these eardeafening screams broke the
brought Mulder's mind back.
God, what had happened? In fact he knew what had happened, he
it as clear as a dream, from which he'd just woken up.
It hadn't been a dream. But he didn't know, why the hell he was
taking part in
Krycek still screamed, his whole body flexed, while Lucas Buck
was thrusting in
and out in a regardless, vehement way. The mask of civilization
had fallen off his
face, showing his real, cruel, devilish face. Mulder shivered
at the perception that
this wasn't really an orgy. It was rape.
He carefully stepped out of the bed, looking for something to
stop this monster.
Taking the chair he had been tied to previously, he stepped back
and slammed it
against Lucas Buck's head. For an instant he froze motionless
sitting on Krycek,
then he lost consciousness, collapsing like a sandbag.
Krycek's voice faded.
Mulder shoved the unconcious Sheriff down off Krycek's back, seeing
the blood on Krycek's ass and on Lucas's shaft.
"Couldn't that occur to you a bit earlier?" Krycek hissed
"I thought, you were doing it voluntarly."Mulder answered
Krycek laughed. It was a strange laughter, nearly sounding like
>Maybe,<Mulder decided, >it was a sob.<
"Mulder, you're sometimes so blind." he remarked in
a bitter tone.
Mulder looked for the keys and found them on the bedside table.
unfettered the handcuffs off Krycek's wrists and moved to the
end of the bed to
unchain his ankles. Krycek sat up, but pulled his legs to his
chest, forming a ball.
Mulder looked with compassion at the huddled figure. Until now,
he hadn't thought
about the fact that Krycek was the one, who had murdered his father.
remembered, but at the same time discovered something in Krycek's
eyes he hadn't
noticed before: vulnerability. Later, he would hate him again,
but not now.
Krycek glared alarmed at Sheriff Buck's motionless body. "Is
he dead?" he asked.
Mulder bend down and searched for Lucas's carotid artery. "No."
he said between
clenched teeth. To his surprise, Krycek looked released. "But
I'll arrest him."
"Mulder, why aren't you just glad, that you're still alive?"
Krycek suddenly shouted
out. "He'll take a terrible revenge, if you try to arrest
him. He'll kill you, or perhaps
not you, perhaps just someone, who's important to you. How would
you like it, if
he'd kill Scully?"
Mulder felt anger arousing him. "Don't dare mention her!"
he called, stepping nearer
to Krycek in a menacing way.
"But he would do it." Krycek said calmly, looking at
him seriously. "He'd find a
way, believe me."
"Perhaps we should kill him."Mulder murmured.
"No!" Krycek called out. "You can't propose a murder!"
Mulder glared at Krycek in confusion. That man was an enigma for
He was able to kill innocent people without the slightest scrouple,
he was protesting vehemently when he only mentioned the possibility
that monster. The brute that had raped Krycek !
"Something's wrong here, Krycek ." he said. "You're
the assassin, you should
propose to murder him, and I should be the one to prevent it."
Krycek looked at him in an uninterpretable way. "Perhaps
we are more similar
than you might think." he answered.
It was time to go. Alex wanted to be as far away as possible when
consciousness. He reached out a hand and handcuffed Lucas's wrist
to the head
of the bed to prevent that he could follow them soon. Then he
jumped out of the
bed and went to his jeans lying on the floor. "Get on your
clothes, Mulder !" he
said trying to sound impertubable. "We got to go!"
>And please hold me, ease the pain.< he added, but only
in his thoughts.>Don't
you know that I sacrificed myself for you? You could at least
be a bit thankful,
smile at me, please...<
Krycek picked up his shirt, noticing that it was ruined. He decided
to leave it here
as a souvenir for Lucas . >I'll miss him.< he realized with
Krycek put on his leather jacket, when Mulder was putting on his
will we escape?" the FBI-agent asked. "My car has broken
"We'll take Lucas car." Krycek decided.
Mulder was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, sunken deeply
into his thoughts.
He preferred to drive himself, but Krycek had insited on being
the driver. All right,
after what had happened, Krycek had the right to choose. Strange
enough that he,
Mulder, had regard to the wishes of that bastard. But this night
And Lucas Buck.... all his moral principles struggled against
letting that dangerous
criminal walk freely, still able to hurt more people. But what
if Krycek was right,
what if he would kill Scully in revenge, if he tried to arrest
him? He couldn't stand
losing one more beloved person.
And then Krycek's behaviour about an hour ago. It was certainly
not what he expected
from a selfish thug.
"Krycek" Mulder said reluctantly. "I have some
questions. And I have a right for
Krycek looked tiredly at him. "What is it?"
"Lucas Buck - what is he? kind of telepath?" Mulder
Krycek doubtfully shook his head. "I don't know what he is.
I know, that everyone,
who messes with him, either gets killed or brought into a lunatic
asylum. Do you
know, what a luck we have, that we're still alive?" Krycek
glared at Mulder with his
huge green eyes. "You may put him to the X-Files. But I tell
you, don't mess with
"Sure, fine," Mulder answered, "But what I don't
understand is: you're an
unscroupulous assassin, you've been killing innocent people without
Mulder's thoughts wandered back to his father, lying bleeding
on the bathroom floor.
He repressed his increasing anger to ask his question: "...If
Lucas is so dangerous,
if even you are afraid of him, why didn't you kill him, when you
disturbing your plans?"
Krycek closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them again,
out of the windscreen, he answered enthusiastically: "I couldn't.
I adore him. He's
my lord and master."
Mulder stared at the younger man in disgust. "Do you know
that you've gone mad?"
Krycek briefly looked at Mulder, smiling mockingly: "Didn't
you feel attracted
"I'm not gay!" Mulder spat out.
Krycek's smile faded like a candle in the wind. "An hour
ago I had another
"I was spellbound." Mulder defended himself. When he
realized, that he was staring
at Krycek's muscular chest under the open leather jacket, dipped
into the silver
light of the moon, he turned his head to look out of the window.
"One more question, Krycek ." Mulder eventually said.
He had recapitulated Krycek's
behaviour in Lucas's house again and again during the drive, but
it still made no
sense. "You were very startled, when Sheriff Buck brought
me into the house and
offered you his plans." Mulder was still shaken by the memory
that he almost got
raped and murdered, if Krycek hadn't intervened. "Of course,
I would also intervene,
if I would be witness of a crime, but I'm on the side of law and
Krycek's derisive remark interrupted him: "And you think,
because I'm a criminal,
I would just watch and applaud?"
"Perhaps not, but I didn't expect that you would try so hard
to save me. Maybe
you really found Lucas Buck attractive, but you wouldn't have
tried so ... so
desperately to seduce him, if it was just for your joy. And if
you knew him as well
as you claim, you must have had a hunch of what would happen to
you, if you
allow him to chain you. Damnshit, it looked as if you invited
him to rape you
instead of me! Why, Krycek, why?"
Krycek had feared, that Mulder would ask that. But he couldn't
tell him, couldn't
confess that he loved him. He was too afraid of the rejection,
of the contempt he
would see in Mulder's face.
Krycek shook his head and stared out onto the road. But Mulder
didn't give up so
quickly. "Why?" he shouted. "Answer me!"
Krycek smiled. Ok, he would answer, but not in a language Mulder
Since his parents were Russians, he had grown up bilingually,
and he had always
found it funny to say things, he didn't wish others to understand,
He turned his head to face Mulder. "Ja tibja ljubju."
he said, what meant
>>I love you<< in Russian. No rejection in Mulder's
face, no contempt, just confusion.
"Speak English with me!" Mulder demanded.
"Look it up in a dictionary." Krycek proposed.
"Which language? Polish? Slovakian? Russian?"
Krycek just smiled and turned away.
"Krycek!" Mulder called out. "The road!"
Someone was on the road!
Krycek swung the steering wheel around and stepped hard onto the
brakes, but a
sound and a jerk told him it was too late. The car turned round
and round before
it came to a stop.
Damn! Whoever was on the road, Mulder was sure Krycek had hit
He turned his head and looked at the man behind the wheel. Krycek's
was pale as snow.
"That was Lucas." he whispered.
"The Sheriff is in his house." Mulder answered. "You
handcuffed him there."
Shivering, Krycek replied: "No one can escape Lucas Buck."
The young man
swallowed hard and stepped out of the car. Mulder quickly followed
and looked around. It was dark, but he could see a body lying
on the road a few
metres behind them.
Damn! The last thing they needed on the run was an overrun body.
Mulder briefly glanced at Krycek and nodded his head to encourage
him, then went
to the body to examine it, Krycek close behind him.
It was an tall, male human, lying lifelessly with his face on
the road. Mulder
carefully crouched down to turn him around.
What the hell...!
Mulder sharpely inhaled. That was... himself! With empty dead
eyes, a blank
expression on his face, but without any doubts himself. Searching
for an explanation,
the FBI-agent looked up to Alex, but the younger man just stared
down at him with
what seemed to be pure terror.
"I don't remember that I agreed with you borrowing the car
keys, Alex." A voice
Mulder would never again forget interrupted. Krycek rushed around
to face the
man standing behind him.
Mulder dared to gaze once more down at the corpse on the road,
but it wasn't
there anymore. Gone without a trace.
What the hell was Lucas Buck?
Mulder raised to his feet with a racing heart and no clue what
to do. A glance to
Krycek showed him that he was staring at Lucas Buck with the strangest
on his face. What was it? Fear? Fascination? Admiration? All of
Lucas Buck turned his head and looked rebukingly at Mulder. "What
with the chair - that was not nice."
Mulder's blood started to rush. "What you did to Krycek"
he said between clenched
teeths, "that was 'not nice'."
"Why do you care for him, when you keep telling everybody
that you hate him?"
the Sheriff asked.
"I do hate him." Mulder replied. "but it's my job
to keep people like you from hurting
others, even if they are assassins like Krycek."
"Mulder, stop." Krycek interrupted. "He had my
"Your consent?" Mulder repeated unbelievingly. "To
do what? To rape you?"
Although Krycek flinched at his words he answered quietly:"That
was not rape."
Krycek was doing it again. Trying to save them both from Lucas's
Mulder took a deep breath. Lucas certainly knew as well as he
that he hadn't
had Krycek's consent. Or his own. But they wouldn't get out of
here alive, if he
kept threatening Lucas. Without even being armed. So he had to
trade with the
"What do you want?" Mulder asked.
Sheriff Buck looked as if he thought about the question, gazing
from Mulder to
Krycek as if trying to make a decision.
Between which choices?
"Alex." Lucas Buck finally said.
Mulder needed a few seconds to understand what Sheriff Buck meant.
"I can't trade him to you!" he shouted out.
"Why do you think you have a word to say in here, Mulder?"
"Am I your prisoner?"
Mulder was startled for a second. Did Krycek really consider to
return to Lucas
Buck after what had happened?
"Get on the passenger seat, Alex." Lucas commanded.
"We're going home."
Without hesitation Krycek nodded his head and walked meekly towards
car. Mulder watched him, feeling sick. Did Alex really want to
give himself to
Lucas Buck's mercy? And for what? For Mulder?
What did he say just a few minutes ago? 'I adore him. He's my
lord and master.'
No this was not just an act of sacrifice, Krycek was not that
noble. This was far
more complicated. Krycek had chosen to go with Lucas because he
no matter if he would lead him straight to the abyss.
And Mulder had not the slightest clue how to persuade Krycek not
to make the
fatal mistake to go with Lucas Buck. After all, he wasn't a child
to be told not to
get into the car of a stranger.
Maybe it was really for Mulder 's own sake to leave Krycek to
Lucas Buck, so
at least he could escape. But what would happen to Alex?
"If you hurt him," Mulder said threatening, "I'll
kill you with my own hands."
"Did you see 'Batman forever'?" Lucas asked in conversational
Mulder blinked his eyes, puzzled at the sudden change of topic.
"I especially like the scene where the Riddler lures Batman
into his cave in order
to let him choose between his friend and the woman he loved. Whom
rescue? Whom would he sacrifce?" Lucas frowned thoughtfully.
"Must be a
Mulder watched as Lucas returned to his car, started the engine
and drove back to
Trinity, not even flinching when the car speeded up just inches
This hadn't just been a hollow menace, he had seen what Lucas
Buck could do.
There was really nothing he could do for Krycek without dragging
Scully into the
affair, not even without endangering Krycek even more. Anyway,
how could he
save someone who didn't want to be saved? He couldn't help him.
So why did
he feel so sick, helpless and guilty?
Guess that was the reason why Sheriff Buck left him alive. Because
he would think about this dilemma for the rest of his life.
Krycek didn't know how much time had passed since they had left
on that empty road. Days? Weeks? Months? He remembered each detail
lonesome figure on the road, his stony face, the pain in his eyes.
missed Mulder so much that it hurt to think about him; but he
Lucas gave him food, a roof over his head and a cock to swallow.
He hardly left the bed anymore, only to take a shower or to eat.
There was no
reason to, he didn't leave the house anyway, even after Lucas
had removed the
chains, made no phonecalls, just spent the day waiting for Lucas.
It was an easy
life, he hadn't a thing to complain about, had he? It had been
so stupid to run
away from his luck. All he needed to be happy was Lucas.
It was one of the nights Krycek lived for now, when Lucas decided
Krycek was kissing thouroughly each inch of Lucas's chest, when
the Sheriff asked:
"Alex, who do you belong to?"
Lucas had asked that question several times during the last few
days, and he
always seemed to be satisfied when Alex assured him to be his,
so he answered:
"I'm yours, Lucas."
"But...," Lucas said, "What if I don't want you
Alarm bells rang in Krycek's head. He looked up with panic.
"Get on your clothes!" Lucas said condescendingly.
"But..." Krycek weekly protested.
"I said, GET ON YOUR CLOTHES!" Lucas shouted and pushed
Alex out of the
bed. He rolled hard onto the floor and glanced stunnedly up to
Lucas: "Did I do
something wrong?" he asked shyly.
The Sheriff stepped out of the bed and stood above Krycek, who
was still sitting
on the floor. Lucas cock was directly above Alex's head, as if
to tease him with
being so near.
Alex still hoped not to be thrown out of the house like a dog,
perhaps this was just
one of Lucas's cruel games of domination. If he wanted him to
beg, ok. Krycek
shifted his weight until he was on his knees.
Glancing up to Lucas in the most submissive way he could afford,
"Don't send me away like this, p l e a s e."
Lucas looked down at him with feigned astonishment: "How
strange! A few weeks
ago all you wanted to do was run away."
"I was wrong." Alex confessed, bending his head. "I
shouldn't have tried that. I'm
yours. Please don't send me away; I need you!" Krycek raised
his head and licked
shyly at the cock bumping into his face. Since Lucas didn't pull
away, Krycek licked
along the shaft in a more daring way, encircling its head...until
Lucas bent down
and slapped him hard in the face. Krycek tumbled back, looking
with hurt up to
Lucas. Sheriff Buck stepped aside and slipped into a pair of pants.
at Krycek, he said: "How many times do I have to tell you
to get on your clothes?"
Actually Lucas hadn't said that he intended to throw him out,
had he? When he
did what Lucas told him, he'd perhaps be content enough to keep
him, so he
hastily obeyed, wondering what it said about himself, that he
was so frightened
about losing Lucas. Love? No, he associated someone else with
When he was dressed, Lucas merciless shoved him out of the bedroom
down the stairs. Somehow Alex managed to keep silent and not to
beg until they
were at the frontdoor.
"Why?" he just quietly asked.
"You're no challenge anymore." Lucas replied.
With these words he pushed him out of the door, out of his house.
Alex turned back to him one more time, full of desperation.
"Ah, Alex," Lucas said in conversational manner, "You
once told me about some
people trying to hunt you down. I made a few investigations, and...
I think they will
turn around that corner in a few minutes."
The Consortium? Krycek sharpely inhaled and looked around wildly.
"You better run!" Lucas adviced.
The haze which had stunned Alex's brain during the last few weeks
faded. Lucas would refuse him any shelter so.. yeah, he'd better
Krycek crossed the garden, jumped over a fence and vanished in
Lucas looked after him with a satisfied smile. It had developed
than he'd initionally planned, but it was quite good. No, it was
better. He had
achieved that Alex w a n t e d to stay with him - just to throw
him out as soon
as Alex was absolutely in his thrall.
Of course it was a sad thing that this Fox Mulder had escaped
without more damage
than a vague feeling of guilt and desperation because he couldn't
save the man he
wanted without putting at stake the woman he loved. Well, this
was not bad after all.
A car drove around the corner, slowly, searching for something.
So they got his tip
about where to look for Alex Krycek. Lucas was almost sure they
him. He was a survivor.
Satisfied with himself and the world, Sheriff Buck retuned into