[Makebelieve] Fic: Slave 7 (XFiles) KrycekCentric AU slavefic

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The Slave 7
by PEJA

Fandom: XFiles
Pairing: Krycek/m
Portrayed by: (optional)Nicholas Lea/ Other characters: Special Agent Fox
Mulder (David Duchovny), Special Agent Dana Scully (Gillian Anderson),
Assistant Director Walter Skinner (Mitch Pileggi)
Category: Slash
Rating: FRM
Status: series WIP, chapter complete
Spoilers: none
Series/Sequel: part 7 of "The Slave"
Brief Summary: more questions answered
Warnings: overall BDSM, torture. Really dark nastiness happening
Notes/acknowledgments: This one is dedicated to all the readers who have
sent me the wonderful comments. I really appreciate knowing someone is
reading what I write...Amazed, mind, but very appreciative.
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: not mine.
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.
Previous chapters can be read at http://peja1956.livejournal.com/118762.html.
Just follow the links at the end of the chapters



"Born a thrall," Mulder mocked. "So, when you were playing the wide eyed
innocent Krycek come to help dear old Mulder solve the case you were simply
doing your master's biding, is that your angle? the bad man made me do it?"
He snorted, waving a dismissive hand at the kneeling man. "You're so full of
shit, Krycek."

Scully's gasp silenced his tirade and he watched her wipe a tear from
Krycek's cheek with her thumb. "What is it, Krycek?" she asked softly "Why
the tears?"

"Na...Not Krycek. Not. Not."

"That's one thing we can put to rest right now." Walter said, cupping
Krycek's face and pulling him round to look at him. "You accept that I am
your master?"

Krycek nodded. "Master. Yes. You said..."

"And you are willing to accept that just because I said it?"

A frown pulled Krycek's brows together. "Why would you lie?"

"So if Mulder here, or Scully were to say they were your master, would you
believe them as well?"

Krycek tilted his head, considering. "No, sir. Not master."

"And why would you not believe them?"

He grinned suddenly, an open delighted grin of a child. "There was no coup.
No termination of the thralls." He suddenly looked confused. His eyes darted
as far as Skinner's grasp would allow, biting his lower lip.

"What's wrong, boy?"

"You said this one would be kept here? Not in the pens? Not with the
others?"

"You mean the peo...thralls you were with when we raided the complex?"
Scully asked. "They don't have any reason to be here. Their in hospital."

"The Master's thralls?" he asked softly. "Are they... here too?"

"I have no other thralls," Skinner told him.

"But...." Krycek went deathly pale. "Just...this one?" The tears were back,
sparkling bright in his green eyes. "But...this one is designated for
commercial. This one does not know how to...Master, this one is not....
Not...trained to be a body thrall."

"Commercial thrall?" Mulder asked, suddenly interested. "What's a commercial
thrall?"

"This one has served as a breeder for several masters."

"A breeder. What? You fucked all day long?"

Krycek shook his head, a disbelieving expression on his face. "Master, all
of them, did not believe in actual contact with other slaves or clients.
There is too much danger to the breeder's health. Seamen was always
collected by electrical stimulation by the doctors who tended our needs." He
spoke without emotion, as if discussing the weather. "This one's last master
sold this body's service to clients who required a body for the occasional
sensual pleasure, but this one was designated expendable. Most of the
clients who bought this body's service wanted an...extreme diversion." He
smiled. "Or as prey. This one liked participating in the hunts. Running from
the hunters was...most enjoyable."

"People hunted you?" Scully demanded. "And you liked it?"

"Running in the air. This one likes getting out of the pens. Likes running.
And there was always the chance this one could be tagged. Once an arrow
skimmed this body's side." He touched a deep scar an inch above his waist.
"The hunter was to weak to make a proper tag, and the doctors to interested
in the next hunt to let this one terminate." He sighed. "This one was not
allowed to run in the hunt for a very long time after that."

Skinner spoke in a hushed voice. "You...You want to die?"

"This one is designated expendable. This one wants to be good." His tears
flowed freely now. "But..." He bowed his head, his body trembling his hands
crossing and re-crossing behind his back. "Obey. Obey. Obey." he chanted
under his breath.

end part 7

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