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Cabbages and Kings
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Category:
S through Z › X-Files
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,058
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own X-Files, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
part 2
2/?
Meanwhile-
Same ship
Mulder's universe
Early this week, I received an anonymous e-mail that an unknown ship had been sighted in the Bermuda Triangle. A common enough occurrence, except this vessel appeared to be from the late 1700's.
Scully had a family reunion to go to, so I decided to investigate on my own. I left her a message and booked a flight to the Bermuda islands.
I chartered a boat and was on my way... until a freak storm appeared out of nowhere and destroyed my boat. The last thing I remember was grappling with a life preserver.
Next thing I know, I'm lying prone on the deck of a large ship. The men on the deck were dressed in pirate clothes. Great. Anyone want to tell me why every case I take ends up with me on the receiving end of the bad guys?
"Captain! Are you all right?" The man asked, as he leaned over me.
Was he talking to me? "Huh?" I asked, feeling like an idiot.
"How many fingers do you see?" he held up a few fingers.
"Two."
He shrugged and looked at a man approaching.
"Where am I?" I wanted to know.
"You're on board your ship, the 'Black Fox'. Do you know your name?"
"Mulder."
He glanced up at the crew. They all shook their heads.
"Mulder," he said slowly, "your actual name is Fox. Fox Spendrell. You're the Captain of this fine ship and the men." He turned to look at the others. "I believe he has what's called amnesia. Most victims eventually regain their memories, so hopefully the Captain will, as well. For now, he needs to rest," he proclaimed.
One of the watching men approached. "Captain, I'm Greenberg, I'll take you to your quarters."
I nodded. The less I said, the more likely I might get out of this alive.
He took me below deck, to 'my' room, and opened the door.
"You just get some rest, Cap'n. Let Lexi help you relax," he suggested, and then to whoever was inside the room, he said, "The Cap'n has amnesia, Lexi. Help him remember." He waited until I entered my room and then left.
The room was attractively furnished, with a bookshelf and desk, a rather big bed... and a man in the bed. It took me a moment to recognize him. He had longer hair and it was pulled back in a ponytail, not to mention the fact that he was naked. When I got over my shock, I restrained myself from attacking him. How, I'm not sure, as I've never held back before, but somehow, I was able to ask him, very calmly, "What are you doing in my bed?"
Krycek just looked confused. Finally, he shook his head as if to clear it and replied, "Waiting for your return, master."
Did Alex Krycek just call *me* Master? "Why are you naked in my bed?" I clarified.
He lifted his leg and I realized there was a heavy chain attached to his ankle.
"This is where you want me, Master. As for... well, you won't allow me to wear clothing," he explained.
I wondered why he didn't even sound bothered by what he was saying. There was no hesitation, no hedging when he spoke.
"How long have I had you tied to the bed?"
He hesitated, concentrating. "A little over ten months."
"How did I come to *get* you?"
"You captured the ship I was on. You let me live because you like my looks. You will continue to allow me to love for as long as I keep you satisfied," he explained.
If he was serious, and I had a feeling he and the others *were* serious, my look-a-like was apparently a rapist and a killer.
"Master, Mr. Greenberg was right, you need to rest. You are very pale. Come to bed, please."
I slowly walked closer and he got off the bed to attend me. The chain hit the floor with a loud clank and I realized he could only move about three feet from the bed. As he helped me undress, his expression was filled with acceptance and even affection. He showed no modesty about being naked in front of me.
Once undressed, he urged me onto the bed. "Lay on your stomach, I'll rub your back," he straddled my hips and began massaging my back. It felt so good I was dozing when he stopped and lay beside me. He rolled me onto my back and I was vaguely embarrassed to have him see how aroused I was. Only, it didn't seem to surprise him.
"Should I take you into my mouth, or my ass?" he asked without hesitation.
"Your mouth," I rasped, unwilling to turn down an offer such as that.
'Lexi' smiled and obeyed.
Things were definitely starting to look up, I decided, letting his talented mouth bring me to climax.
The only thing better, would be having the *real* Alex Krycek in this position.
Meanwhile-
Same ship
Mulder's universe
Early this week, I received an anonymous e-mail that an unknown ship had been sighted in the Bermuda Triangle. A common enough occurrence, except this vessel appeared to be from the late 1700's.
Scully had a family reunion to go to, so I decided to investigate on my own. I left her a message and booked a flight to the Bermuda islands.
I chartered a boat and was on my way... until a freak storm appeared out of nowhere and destroyed my boat. The last thing I remember was grappling with a life preserver.
Next thing I know, I'm lying prone on the deck of a large ship. The men on the deck were dressed in pirate clothes. Great. Anyone want to tell me why every case I take ends up with me on the receiving end of the bad guys?
"Captain! Are you all right?" The man asked, as he leaned over me.
Was he talking to me? "Huh?" I asked, feeling like an idiot.
"How many fingers do you see?" he held up a few fingers.
"Two."
He shrugged and looked at a man approaching.
"Where am I?" I wanted to know.
"You're on board your ship, the 'Black Fox'. Do you know your name?"
"Mulder."
He glanced up at the crew. They all shook their heads.
"Mulder," he said slowly, "your actual name is Fox. Fox Spendrell. You're the Captain of this fine ship and the men." He turned to look at the others. "I believe he has what's called amnesia. Most victims eventually regain their memories, so hopefully the Captain will, as well. For now, he needs to rest," he proclaimed.
One of the watching men approached. "Captain, I'm Greenberg, I'll take you to your quarters."
I nodded. The less I said, the more likely I might get out of this alive.
He took me below deck, to 'my' room, and opened the door.
"You just get some rest, Cap'n. Let Lexi help you relax," he suggested, and then to whoever was inside the room, he said, "The Cap'n has amnesia, Lexi. Help him remember." He waited until I entered my room and then left.
The room was attractively furnished, with a bookshelf and desk, a rather big bed... and a man in the bed. It took me a moment to recognize him. He had longer hair and it was pulled back in a ponytail, not to mention the fact that he was naked. When I got over my shock, I restrained myself from attacking him. How, I'm not sure, as I've never held back before, but somehow, I was able to ask him, very calmly, "What are you doing in my bed?"
Krycek just looked confused. Finally, he shook his head as if to clear it and replied, "Waiting for your return, master."
Did Alex Krycek just call *me* Master? "Why are you naked in my bed?" I clarified.
He lifted his leg and I realized there was a heavy chain attached to his ankle.
"This is where you want me, Master. As for... well, you won't allow me to wear clothing," he explained.
I wondered why he didn't even sound bothered by what he was saying. There was no hesitation, no hedging when he spoke.
"How long have I had you tied to the bed?"
He hesitated, concentrating. "A little over ten months."
"How did I come to *get* you?"
"You captured the ship I was on. You let me live because you like my looks. You will continue to allow me to love for as long as I keep you satisfied," he explained.
If he was serious, and I had a feeling he and the others *were* serious, my look-a-like was apparently a rapist and a killer.
"Master, Mr. Greenberg was right, you need to rest. You are very pale. Come to bed, please."
I slowly walked closer and he got off the bed to attend me. The chain hit the floor with a loud clank and I realized he could only move about three feet from the bed. As he helped me undress, his expression was filled with acceptance and even affection. He showed no modesty about being naked in front of me.
Once undressed, he urged me onto the bed. "Lay on your stomach, I'll rub your back," he straddled my hips and began massaging my back. It felt so good I was dozing when he stopped and lay beside me. He rolled me onto my back and I was vaguely embarrassed to have him see how aroused I was. Only, it didn't seem to surprise him.
"Should I take you into my mouth, or my ass?" he asked without hesitation.
"Your mouth," I rasped, unwilling to turn down an offer such as that.
'Lexi' smiled and obeyed.
Things were definitely starting to look up, I decided, letting his talented mouth bring me to climax.
The only thing better, would be having the *real* Alex Krycek in this position.