The Slave 8<br>by PEJA<br><br>Fandom: XFiles<br>Pairing: Krycek/m<br>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)<br>
Category: Slash<br>Rating: FRM<br>Status: series WIP, chapter complete<br>Spoilers: none<br>Series/Sequel: part 7 of "The Slave"<br>Brief Summary: more questions answered<br>Warnings: overall BDSM, torture. Really dark nastiness happening<br>
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.<br>General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing.<br>
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Previous chapters can be read at <a href="http://peja1956.livejournal.com/118762.html">http://peja1956.livejournal.com/118762.html</a>. Just follow the links at the end of the chapters<br><br><br><br>"Is that what you want to do, Krycek?" Skinner asked softly, keeping the wounded man's eyes on him. "To obey?"<br>
<br>"Obey you, sir." he whispered. "Yes. Obey you"<br><br>"No matter what I ask?"<br><br>Krycek swallowed hard, his eyes flickering with the avalanche of anxiety growing inside him. "Yes, sir."<br>
<br>"So when I tell you to answer to the name Alex Krycek, you will? You will be Alex Krycek?"<br><br>Krycek's body trembled violently. "Master...?" He closed his eyes, visibly willing himself to still. After a moment, he nodded. "This one is designation Alex Krycek."<br>
<br>"No," Skinner said, giving his arm a little shake. "Not designation. Just Alex Krycek."<br><br>"Master...." Krycek's tone held his shock. "This one is thrall. Thralls do not carry human names. It is a violation." <br>
<br>Skinner's expression grew cold. "Who is master, Krycek?"<br><br>"You are, sir." Tears tracked down his face. "This one..."<br><br>"And no more referring to yourself as this one, either. when you speak of yourself use I or me. Do you understand."<br>
<br>Krycek stared into his eyes a long time, panic coloring his own jade ones. Finally, drawing a shuddering breath, he nodded. "Yes, sir."<br><br>Skinner couldn't resist smiling. "Good boy." He rose to his feet, frowning as his knees creaked. "Damn, I'm getting to old for playing on the floor." he gazed down at the man kneeling at his feet. "Come on, Krycek, lets get more comfortable." He reached down and gave Scully a hand, easing her raising, and escorted her and Mulder to the cozy living area. Skinner and his agents settled on the over stuffed chairs, Mulder stretching his long legs out in front of him with a silky sigh of hedonistic pleasure.<br>
<br>Krycek followed Skinner, floating like a silent golden leaf at is master's feet.<br><br>"Wouldn't you like to sit on a chair, Krycek?"<br><br>Krycek shuddered. "No, thank you, sir."<br><br>
Skinner shrugged. "So, Scully, thoughts?"<br><br>"In my opinion..." Mulder sprang in.<br><br>Skinner held up a hand. "I did not ask you Mulder. I am pretty sure I know what you are thinking." His dark eyes tracked to Scully. "Scully?"<br>
<br>Scully tilted her head, thoughtful. "Mr Krycek has said he was born a thrall. I suspect what he meant was that his earliest memories are of being a slave. and no, Mulder, I don't think he was actually sent by a master, other than Spender, to infiltrate you're case. We know for a fact he turned on his controllers. Became a triple agent, feeding us vital information."<br>
<br>Mulder snorted. "When it wasn't tainted."<br><br>Scully scowled at her antagonistic partner. "There are electrical burn scars on his head, as well as on various parts of his body. Also what I suspect are cigarette burns and a various selection of other abuses, although it seems the cigarette burns and cuts and lash marks are recent." She met Skinner's eyes. "Sir, I don't think you are going to get much out of Krycek in the way of evidence. I suspect he has little if any memory of his life before he was turned out as a.." He lips curved down in distaste. "...thrall." <br>
<br>"Well, than what the fuck are we doing with him?" Mulder snarled. "Turn his ass over to the agency and let the bastard rot in a cell."<br><br>"To what effect, Agent Mulder?" Skinner demanded, stroking Krycek's hair when the man began to tremble uncontrollably. "This man is obviously not fit to stand trail, even if we had the evidence to bring him to trail. We could place him in hospital, but that would not necessarily bring him back to reality. And even if it did, we might miss the occasion to use anything he may remember unless we have complete access to his recovery. If there is a recovery to be had."<br>
<br>"So what?" Mulder wanted to know. "We waste god knows how much time playing nurse to this little creep? What if he ever gets back any memory of the past. What..?"<br><br>"No, Mulder." Skinner snarled, pressing Krycek's head down onto his thigh as the man swayed tiredly against him. "I will keep the boy here, with me. Watch over him for any signs of returning memory. Scully, would you mind checking in on him from time to time?"<br>
<br>"Of course."<br><br>"All right then," Skinner nodded, "I don't guess I'll be needing you here after all. If you would relieve the guards and show yourselves out?"<br><br>"Are you sure this is such a good idea?" Scully asked, tilting a nod toward Krycek. "If we've misjudged the situation..."<br>
<br>"Its a chance I'm prepared to take. Go home, both of you. Krycek and I will be fine alone, won't we boy?"<br><br>"Yes, sir." Krycek murmured, his voice sleepy against Skinner's thigh. <br>
<br>"Sir, You need to keep him awake a few more hours," Scully said, rising to her feet. "Barring that, wake him every hour or so." She leaned down to scuff Krycek's hair. "And get some food into him. He looks like he hasn't eaten in days."<br>
<br>With that she turned on her heel and shoving Mulder ahead of her, went out to dismiss the guards and head for home.<br><br clear="all"><br>-- <br>PEJA<br>The wwomb archive <a href="http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php">http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/index.php</a> accepts all fandoms, all genres. Come create your personal page with us<br>
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