[Makebelieve] FIC: The Slave, with story (sory)

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Title: the Slave
Author: PEJA
Email: makebelievearchive at gmail.com
Author's websites: http://peja1956.livejournal.com and
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Fandom: XFiles
Pairing: Krycek/
Portrayed by: (optional)Nicholas Lea
Category:
Rating: FRAO
Status:
Spoilers:
Series/Sequel:
Brief Summary: A video leads to the recovery of Krycek
Warnings: BDSM, torture. Really dark nastiness happening
Notes/acknowledgments:
General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs
in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing.
Disclaimers:
Archive: Yes, but ask first, include the complete story and provide a URL to
the archive
Forwarding to other lists: Okay, but keep my name and headers attached. A
heads up would be nice as well.



Skinner waved Mulder and Scully into chairs and waited while his two most
trusted agents took the offered seats. He kept his silence for several
minutes longer, staring straight ahead, not really giving the agents any
notice, his thoughts dark as the scowl that pulled his brows low over
shadowed eyes.

The two agents grew more and more nervous in the brooding stillness, each
one running over their conduct of the last month or so, wondering if they
had brought down the rage they read in their boss' gaze.

Finally Skinner reached out and hit play on the video player, distracting
the agents eyes away from him and towards the screen where a familiar and
yet unfamiliar figure knelt at parade rest, his body naked, his knees placed
at shoulder width apart, his groin on full display.

"It's been a year since we lost track of Alex Krycek," Skinner's voice was a
rasp of emotion.

On the screen a fat man, dressed in baggy shorts and nothing else, crossed
into view. There was a wicked looking straight-edged razor in hand. He
walked slowly around Krycek who never once raised his eyes from the fixed
point directly in front of him.

The man barked "Hands." and Krycek lifted his arms, lacing his fingers and
placing his interlocked hands behind his neck.

Scully couldn't suppress the shocked gasp that parted her lips when the fat
man lashed out with the razor, slashing Krycek's arms several times.

Krycek remained silent. Unmoving. His fixed gaze unblinking.

The fat man kicked out, striking Krycek in the side. Krycek lost balance and
sprawled onto the hard concrete floor, smearing blood on the white-washed
stone.

"Up."

Krycek kneeled up and resumed his commanded pose, blood dribbling down his
arms and across his chest.

Th fat man took another slow stroll around him, his fingers trailing over
Krycek's shoulders, caressing his cheek as he came around to the front of
his kneeling victim. His thumb rubbed over Krycek's lips and the man opened
his mouth, sucking in the blood slicked finger.

"Open."

Although there was a feeling of hopeless resignation in his manner, Krycek
didn't hesitate to obey. His lips parted, waiting.

The man before him opened his fly and pulled himself free.

Lining up his cock, he released a stream of piss into an unresisting
Krycek's mouth.

Skinner clicked off the video, drawing the gaze of his stunned agents back
to him. "It gets worse, agents, but I won't put you through watching anymore
than that. Suffice to say, we now know where Krycek has been this last
year."


more late tonight or tomorrow...I think
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