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Rating:PG-13
Krycek's Revenge
by Connie Kermoian
I wake up because I'm cold, very cold. It takes a few moments for
my
eyes to adjust to the bright light. Looking around the small, room,
I notice
it has one tiny little window. Then, I see Mulder slumped on the
floor in
the opposite corner. I crawl to him. His eyes are closed, his breathing
even.
"Mulder?"
His eyes flutter open and he stares at me blankly.
"Mulder?"
Recognition. He sits up. "Are you OK? Did he do anything to you?"
"Who? I don't know where we are or how we got here."
"That bastard!"
The sound of a door opening....Mulder looks past me and growls, "Don't
touch her!"
Before he can finish what he is saying, I feel someone grab me by
the hair
and pull. Hard.
"Leave her alone, you bastard!"
Whoever had hold of my hair has let go. I scramble to my knees and
look up
at Krycek. He is smiling.
"Relax, Mulder. Right now it's you I have to deal with."
Krycek grabs Mulder by the shirt and pulls him up to a standing position
and
then out of the room in one sweeping motion. The door slams shut
and I sit
there, stunned.
Some time later....
The door opens and Mulder is pushed into the room. His hair is dripping
wet
and he is naked.
"Mulder!" I stand and put my hand on his face. He smells fresh and
clean. He
smells of soap.
"Mulder, what happened?"
He exhales wearily and sits on the floor, back in his corner of the
room,
seemingly unembarrassed about his lack of clothing, the handcuffs
on his
wrists scratching against the wall.
"Nothing. They made me strip and then pushed me into the shower."
"That's it?"
He nodded in the affirmative.
"Then they brought you back here?"
Again he nodded. And the door opened.
Krycek walks up to me and begins to play with my hair.
"Get your hands off me, you piece of shit!"
He laughs and says, "So, you were worried about Mulder, huh? Does
Mulder
know how much you care about him?"
"Leave her alone, Krycek, or so help me I'll kill you."
Looking at Mulder, Krycek says, "Mulder, do you have any idea how
much this
lady cares about you?"
I get in his face and shout, "Shut the fuck up you asshole..." SLAP!
I blink back the tears. I will NOT cry in front of Krycek.
Mulder yells, "I said, leave her alone, you bastard!"
Krycek pulls his gun and points it at me. I will not break eye contact
with
him regardless of how terrified I am.
Motioning towards Mulder he says, "Go over there and show him how
much you
like him."
At the exact same time Mulder and I say, "WHAT?"
Krycek laughs. "Go on....get on your knees and show him how much
he turns
you on."
"If I do, will you let him go?"
"Yes, I'll let him go."
"Safely...and alive?"
"You have my word."
I look at Mulder. Mulder is looking at Krycek and says, "Christ,
Krycek,
you're out of your fucking mind!"
I walk over to Mulder and kneel beside him.
"Don't do anything he tells you to do." Mulder pleads.
Looking into his eyes, I calmly say, "It's OK. Really, Mulder,
whatever it takes to get you out of here, safely."
"No, no you can't!"
From behind us Krycek says, "Oh shut up, Mulder and enjoy this. I will."
I softly caress Mulder's bottom lip with my thumb and then gently
kiss
him.
"It's OK.." I whisper. Then I take his sleeping maleness in my hand
and tenderly kiss and lick it as it magically swells to life. Above
me, I
hear Mulder groan, "No, stop.....no, don't do this...", but his
body
refuses to listen to his words.
"That's enough!" shouts Krycek.
I sit up and glance at Mulder. He will not look at me.
"Now let him go, Krycek."
"Not yet. Now it's my turn."
Hearing that, Mulder looks at me and then at Krycek. The gun is pointed
at
my head.
I slowly stand and say, "It's OK, Mulder, don't worry..." Krycek
grabs my sleeve and leads me out of the room while Mulder yells,
"NO!!"
Krycek takes me to the adjoining room and even though Mulder is tall,
he can
barely see us through the tiny window. He watches as Krycek puts
handcuffs
on me, yelling constantly at Krycek to leave me alone.
Krycek unbuttons my blouse while I stand staring at Mulder's tormented
eyes through the window.
Krycek laughs. "How convenient. Your bra unsnaps in the front!" He
undoes
the snap and pushes the bra and shirt back and off my shoulders
in one
motion. I tear my eyes away from Mulder and hear him scream, "Krycek,
NO!!"
My eyes closed, I fight a wave of nausea. *Maybe if I pretend it's
Mulder...* Instantly my body responds to Krycek's touch, to his
kisses. Horrified, I step away from him and he laughs.
"Did you see that, Mulder? She likes it!"
It's true. I can't look at Mulder....and I begin to cry.
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