Cabbages and Kings

Title: Cabbages and Kings

Status: 1/?

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: 1013 and Chris Carter own the show.

Summary: Mulder goes to the Bermuda Triange to investigate the appearance of an old ship. Krycek follows. They end up sucked back in time with... their ancestors?

Krycek's POV -

I awoke with the uncomfortable knowledge that I was restrained. I kept my eyes shut while I assimilated my predicament. My legs were cuffed apart and my arm was restrained above me. A moment later, I realized I was naked as well. At least I seemed to be lying on a comfortable mattress.

It wasn't a shock to hear the sounds of the ocean, as I had been following Mulder while he explored some lead in the Bermuda Triangle. I was startled to hear the sounds of an active crew.

The last memory I had was of a freak storm overturning my boat and of almost drowning. I opened my eyes. I was in a tastefully furnished room. Against the far wall I saw shelves filled with books and rolled parchment. The bed I lay on was actually built into the wall and big enough for two people. If not for the chains restraining me to the bed, the accommodations weren't too bad.

I tested the strength of my bonds. Unfortunately, they were stronger than I was. Maybe I could pick the lock?

Just then, the door opened and a man entered carrying a tray of food. It smelled wonderful and my stomach growled. The man turned and I realized it was Mulder. Shit! I was Mulder's prisoner? On a ship? What the hell was going on?

Mulder took a seat next to me and the mattress suddenly felt very small. He reached out a hand and stroked my cheek. I jerked away from him. He chuckled.

"You have guts. That's good. I like my boys to have some spirit." He took my chin and turned my face this way and that. "You are a beauty," he murmured. I didn't understand his expression. He didn't look angry or distrustful; in fact... he looked lustful.

"What's going on, Mulder?" I hated the tremble I heard in my voice, but this was way beyond anything I had ever experienced with him.

"What's going on? I'm inspecting you. If I decide to keep you, you'll remain here for my pleasure. If I don't want you, I will give you to my crew and sell you at the nearest port. Now, my question... what is a 'mulder'? I've never heard of this word."

Could he be serious? "Isn't it your name?" I asked.

"Mulder? Thankfully not. My name is Fox Spendrell, but you will call me master. What is your name?" Should I play along? "Alex Krycek."

"Alex," he repeated, then "Lex, Lexi- I like it, it fits you. We found you in the water, Lexi, how did you get there?"

"My boat overturned during the storm," I explained.

"How many others were on board?"

"It was just me," I confessed.

"One man alone in the ocean. Idiot. You are lucky then, to be here now. I'll take care of you. One way or another."

I didn't like this. Why was he acting so strange? Well, I could play along. I had survived stranger events, I would survive this. Once I could escape though, I would.

"Are you hungry?"

I nodded.

"Lexi, when I ask you a question, you will respond vocally. You will say 'yes master' or 'no master,' if you do not, I will have to punish you. Now, are you hungry?"

I grimaced, and replied, "Yes... master."

"Very good, Lexi." He smiled and leaned in to kiss me.

I was shocked by this response, and didn't respond. By the time I realized he was kissing me, he pulled away with a grin and reached for the food.

"Sit back, Lexi," he ordered.

I obeyed and watched as he took the spoon and bowl of soup in hand. This man actually planned to feed me soup by hand? Not likely.

"Open your mouth, or you'll go hungry," he warned.

A loud growl from my stomach finally convinced me to obey. He fed me the soup, spoonful by spoonful, as well as a chunk of bread. Evidently, this was nothing new to him, as I didn't end up with soup on my chest.

"You're so lovely," he murmured, leaning in again and kissing me. I kissed him back. Sex I could handle.

As he fed me an apple, he said, "It's been many months since I last had a bed slave. He wasn't nearly as attractive as you though, so you have no reason to be jealous," he sounded sincere.

I didn't respond, and thankfully, he didn't seem to expect me to.

"What did you do before now?"

"I was a soldier."

He nodded, accepting my response. "That is how you lost your arm?"

"Yes," I agreed. "I was wounded and it became infected."

"I'm sorry to hear that. But, you have nothing more to fear on that front. I'll keep you bound to my bed, so the only wounds you will now suffer will be from my whip for disobedience."

I must have winced, because he continued, "If you are obedient and learn quickly, you'll have nothing to fear. I am a fair man."

Gee, what a relief. I stayed silent, not wishing to test him. This was obviously not Mulder. There was no way in hell this man was my ex-partner.

Mulder would never pull a stunt like this... especially not with me. Besides, this man kissed like he knew what he was doing. I doubted very greatly that the man I knew, celibate for years, could kiss like him.

"Have you ever had sex with another man?" he interrupted my musings.

I nodded, and then corrected myself quickly. "Yes, master."

"Good. This will be easier for you then." He stood to set the tray aside and strip off his clothing.

The clothes he wore were definitely dated. I must have been sucked back in time through the Bermuda Triangle curse. At least it was better than an alien abduction. Actually, seeing this Mulder look-alike naked and having sex with said man was going to be better than just about anything... except sex with the real man, I was sure.

I'm not saying I'm in love with Mulder or anything, but I do know what looks and good, and Mulder looks *good*!

The Captain lay beside me on the mattress and he leaned in to kiss me again. This was a real kiss, no teasing this time. Our tongues clashed and I enjoyed the sensations caused by his caressing hands. He took hold of my cock and chuckled into my mouth when he realized I was already hard.

I was panting when he finally pulled away to grab a jar of... something from a small compartment in the wall. It turned out to be oil. He began rubbing some into my cock and jerked me off, while his other hand prepared my ass.

He sensed it when I got too close, and he squeezed my cock at the base.

"Oh God, please, M..." I stopped on a whine.

"You don't come until I do. Ever, Lexi. If you do, I'll have to whip you," Captain warned me harshly.

"Then hurry up and fuck me," I suggested, leaning my head back against the wall.

He chuckled. "I will." He pushed in another finger, stretching and lubing me. By the time he leaned over me, about to shove in, I was panting and begging for him to get on with it.

He fucked me hard and long. His endurance was amazing. He jerked me off in time with his thrusts and finally, he moaned, "Come for me."

I literally screamed in release. Shit, he was good. I hadn't come this hard in years.

I fell asleep while he used a rag to clean up.

I'm not sure how much time had passed when I awoke. He slapped me into wakefulness, hard.

"Who the hell is Mulder?" he wanted to know.

Thinking fast, I answered, "Another soldier, why?"

He growled, "I was kissing you just now and you murmured his name. I do not want to hear his name again. You will call me Master, Master Fox, Sir, or Captain. You will never see this Mulder again, so I suggest you forget him. I will be much more severe in your punishment, the next time."

"Yes, master. I'm sorry," I said softly. I hadn't thought of this before. What if I never saw Mulder again? My Mulder?

"You're forgiven... this time," he assured me, and leaned in to kiss me again.