Water Torture

Disclaimer: All rights to the X-Files belong to Chris Carter and Twentieth Century Fox. I am not making any money from this. This fic contains slash and non-consentual sex between two characters. I really like Mulder so this was a challenge to write. I like challenges.
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Chapter 1
Mulder needed some time to clear his head, and this was always the perfect escape from the worries and cares of the day. The water...it was like a drug to him. Swimming...his body moving through the water, fluidly, almost becoming one with it...so sensual.
He loved coming here to the local pool after work. He often swam while other people occupied the pool, but found he preferred to come here in the evening hours....late...very late, when no one else was here. There were no little kids, shouting splashing water in his face. No other adults swimming within proximity to him, invading his "personal swimming space." Just him and the cool, soothing water, carressing him, immersing him in its calming depths.
Larry Higgins, the owner of the pool building knew Mulder personally. Mulder was a regular here at the pool, and being FBI he was often allowed access to the pool after-hours.
"Heck...I might as well just let you have the key to the building," Larry once chuckled when Mulder showed up at 10 o'clock one evening.
"This is becoming your own personal pool," Larry smiled shaking his head incredulously.
"Well...you trust me right, Larry," Mulder asked with a smile, "why don't you let me have the key and I promise I'll be sure to lock up every night after I leave. Besides....I can't skinny dip during the daytime."
"Whoa...." Larry held up his hands and laughed, shaking his head, "I didn't need to hear that."
All joking aside, Larry later pondered Mulder's request and decided he could trust him with it. Mulder was an FBI agent...if he couldn't be trusted, then who could?
Mulder glided through the water, smiling to himself as he relished the unique privilage he had.
'Being a federal agent isn't all headaches and red tape, I guess.'
He hoisted himself out of the water and sat at the pool edge, removing his goggles and running a hand through his drenched hair, slicking it back. Despite his joking that he had a love of skinny dipping, Mulder actually never swam completely naked. Somehow it just seemed wrong...he never really could bring himself to do it.
The large pool area was dark and quiet, the corners of the high ceilings were dark, with only the spotlights on the far wall, highlighting a single exterior of the dark room. The pool glowed a soft, deep aqua. The lights at the bottom of its depths cast a glow over Mulder, as soft shadows flowed over his face, reflecting the undulating pool. It was peaceful and silent...the only sound being the soft hum and bubble of the pool filter. Mulder closed his eyes and breathed in the smell of chlorine. The atmosphere here was so relaxing and he began to realize he was tired after having swam for over an hour. He glanced at his water-proof watch....the green, digital display screen read 11 PM.
Mulder yawned and stood up, flexing his arms back and turning his sleek, toned torso side to side. He grabbed his towel from a nearby bench and patted his face dry then headed for the locker room to shower off before heading home for the night.

Chapter 2
Warm water poured over Mulder's near-naked body. He was wearing nothing but his favorite tight-red speedo. He wasn't ashamed to wear it when other people were at the pool, he liked it and he felt confident about his body. He was in excelent shape from all the swimming he did, and he wasn't afraid to show off his toned pecs and abs....nor his other attributes.
Mulder gently washed himself with the bar of soap he had brought with him. He lathered his hands, then placed the soap in the built-in holder and proceeded to wash his neck, moving down to his chest.
He relaxed and let the water run over him, sighing with pleasure as it ran over his neck, massaging his skin. He turned, facing the wall of the shower and leaned over as the water beat on his back and ran over his head.
Then suddenly....for no particular reason....Mulder had the feeling that he was being watched. He knew that it was ridiculous....no one was here but him. Larry had gone home for the evening and Mulder always locked all the doors when he was here. There hadn't been a sound in the building all night. Still, he turned and poked his head out of the shower stall and glanced around the locker room. All was quiet without a soul in sight.
Mulder shrugged and turned back around, letting the water run over him.
He leaned his forehead against the shower wall and closed his eyes. His back was facing the opening of the shower stall, devoid of a door or curtain as most public stalls were. Thats when it happened...
A set of hands grabbed him, closing around his throat. Mulder's heart leapt in panic....he barely had time to register what was happening when he felt a sharp object being held against his throat, making contact with his soft, vulnerable flesh.
"Don't move or I'll slit your fucking throat...."
The agent's eyes widened with shock and utter terror....he knew that voice....he would recognize that voice anywhere....
"Krycek....." Mulder whispered in abject horror.
"That's right Mulder," Krycek whispered in a harsh, menacing tone, his mouth drawing close to his ear. Mulder could hear and feel the other man's breath on his neck. He could feel Krycek's body edging closer to his as he forced him against the tile wall. His body made contact....and that's when Mulder realized it.....Krycek was stark naked. The slightly taller man could feel Krycek's stiffened, erect nipples rubbing against his exposed back....he could feel the other man's arousal....hard and strong....twitching and throbbing against his wet spandex-covered buttocks.
Mulder's mind blanked and he felt himself breaking out in a cold sweat....even under the warm steam and steady stream of the shower water. A panicked scream sprang from his throat as Krycek wrapped both arms around Mulder's entire upper torso and threw him sideways into the wall directly under the shower head. Mulder cried out in pain, striking his head against the hard shower handle. He raised both arms in an attempt to strike out at his assailant, but found Krycek was quicker than him and already had both hands around his throat. The ceiling above him spun as Krycek repeatedly smashed his head against the tile wall. An agonizing pain shot through his head and moments later he blacked out.

Chapter 3
'Where am I? What happened?'
The thoughts ran through Mulder's mind. His head was throbbing in pain and his vision was blurred by water falling in his eyes. He could still hear the steady running of water against the tile floor. He was lying on his back and struggled to sit up. That's when he noticed it....both of his wrists were bound above his head. He shifted backward and sat halfway up, resting his aching head against the shower wall. The water no longer abstructed his vision....but at that moment he wished it had. God....he would give anything not to have seen what he did.
"Hello, Agent Mulder," Krycek grinned sadistically.
Krycek was standing before him, leaning his back casually against the opposite wall of the shower stall. Mulder gazed into Krycek's hazel eyes with a mix of terror, anger and pain. His eyes inadvertently fell over the younger man's body....aborbing the image of his toned chest, abdomen...and then....his large, erect penis...swollen with lust and throbbing. Mulder stared back into Krycek's eyes. They were burning with a mix of fury and animal lust. Those eyes searched Mulder up and down, hungrily taking in every inch of his toned, exposed and trembling body. Krycek stared deeply into Mulder's fearful eyes and read the look of terror, pain and humiliation there. Krycek grinned maliciously as he felt himself becoming more and more turned on.
He loved Mulder this way....bound, in pain and at his mercy. It made him feel very powerful.
"So, Mulder," he whispered, drawing nearer to him, "you thought that I just disappeared didn't you?"
"Yes...." Mulder answered, gulping hard.
Krycek slowly approached the taller man and crouched down. Mulder's eyes grew wider as he tried backing away but found nowhere to go but up against the shower wall. He now realized that both of his arms were raised above his head, bound by handcuffs to each of the faucet handles halfway up the tile wall. He struggled in his cuffs in vain as Krycek chuckled placing his hands on Mulder's chest, stroking his nipples gently with his thumbs and leaning in close to his face. An involuntary whimper escaped Mulder's lips.
"Well.....Krycek whipered in a low, lewd tone, "you should know better than that....nothing just disappears without a trace....."
'Yeah....not even a scumbag like you....' thought Mulder visciously to himself, but he didn't dare utter the words aloud. Not now. Not in a situation like this. He pushed the horrible thoughts out of his mind....the thoughts of what Krycek could possibly do to him. Ever since that day when he first met Krycek at the office, he had always admired him....as a co-worker and fellow agent that is. He seemed to willing and eager to learn the ropes....so easily confiding in "Spooky Mulder" and his far-out theories. It was perfect....all too perfect as Mulder realized all too late. He had to get away from this psychopath....he someonehow had to win Krycek's trust again....just long enough for him to unbind him. Mulder glanced to his right and spotted the knife laying on the floor in plain sight, just outside the stall.
Krycek chuckled and grabbed Mulder's face in one hand, squeezing his cheeks in until they hurt, and staring into the other agent's eyes.
"You'd just love to get that knife right now and stab me to death wouldn't you?" Krycek hissed, "Well you won't even get the chance....I'll use that knife on you instead..."
He let go of Mulder's face and stood up, ready to run over and grab the weapon.
Mulder's pupils dialated in fear as he strained in the handcuffs.
"KRYCEK! NO!"
The younger man turned, a predatory snarl on his face, slowly spreading into a devious grin.
"Alright then....I won't. You want me to let you go?"
Mulder nodded yes vigorously.
'Anything to reason with him,' Mulder thought nervously.
Krycek knelt down in front of Mulder again....this time only inches from his face.
"Then you'll let me have what I'm after...."
Mulder gulped trembling.
"What?" he whispered fearfully.
Krycek leaned in close to his ear, whispering...
"You."
Mulder's eyes widened in horror and he cried out as Krycek's hand grabbed his crotch.
"OH GOD NO.....NO....ALEX PLEASE DON'T!!"
"It's too late now, Mulder," Krycek crooned in a husky voice, "you're mine...."
Krycek grabbed the taller man by the hair and plunged down, assaulting Mulder's mouth with his own, working his tongue inside and licking every inch as Mulder thrashed his head back and forth, screaming into his open oriface.
Krycek broke off the kiss and smiled, his eyes burning with malicious delight, then trailing down to Mulder's covered loin area.
"Oooohh.....foxy Fox Mulder in his tight little red speedo....did you wear this for me?"
Krycek reached down and grabbed Mulder's balls. The taller man let out a loud shrill cry and writhed in pain.
"Yeah....that's right baby....you scream....scream my name...scream it with your pretty little mouth...."
'I'll be damned if I ever scream his fucking name,' thought Mulder, his groin aching and his stomach churning with disgust.
Krycek lightly traced the outline of Mulder's partially open, panting mouth with his index finger.
"I have a little treat for you, Mulder," Krycek whispered in a throaty voice, "I think you're going to like this...."
Krycek then stood up, standing directly in front of Mulder.....his erect cock at his direct eye level. It was a good 8 or so inches long and about two fingers width. The swollen, purple head drew closer to his face. Mulder closed his eyes and turned his head away in disgust.
"Don't you fucking close your eyes to me!!" Krycek bellowed, delivering a stinging slap to Mulder's left cheek. Mulder cried out and his eyes watered.
"I'll teach you!" Krycek growled, grabbing Mulder's head in both hands and forcefully thrusting his stiff cock into his open mouth.
"Suck on it!!" Krycek demaned in a rough, lewd tone, "You fucking suck on it and don't you dare bite or I'll kill you!"
Tears filled Mulder's eyes as he screamed and then gagged as Krycek forced his cock further down his throat. Mulder involuntarily closed his mouth around the length and began to suck slightly. He kicked his legs in an attempt to knock Krycek over, but the other man kicked him in the stomach, sending a shot of pain through him. Mulder screamed in agony, Krycek's thrusting cock still in his mouth. Krycek spread Mulder's legs with his own.
"Suck it, you bastard, or I'll kick you again even harder in the balls!"
Mulder tried pulling his head back, but he couldn't....Krycek had him pinned up against the wall, holding his head with both hands, pulling his hair so hard he felt he could cry. He had no choice but to comply.....if he didn't, Krycek would probably torture him with the knife.
Mulder began sucking, choking as Krycek began to leak pre-come.
"Faster....harder....ohhhh....that's right....harder...." Krycek panted, thrusting roughly back and forth.
Mulder closed his eyes and felt the tears begin to pour from them.
'No....I won't cry...I won't let him see me cry....I won't let this bastard see me cry' he thought.
Krycek began thrusting faster and faster....his bucking growing more irregular....his breath quickening....echoing off the shower walls as the water poured over both of them. He screamed long and loud...it was a scream of ecstacy. Krycek pumped hard and fast, filling Mulder's mouth with hot, thick come. Mulder winced, holding the fluid in his mouth as it filled. It tasted strong, salty and bleachy....
"Swallow it!" commanded Krycek roughly.
Mulder squeezed his eyes shut, gagging and forcing himself not to swallow. He wasn't going to give in....he wasn't going to comply to this demand. He was nearly sick to his stomach. The semen tasted terrible to him.
"I SAID SWALLOW!" Krycek screamed, pulling on Mulder's hair. Mulder choked and his throat muscles involuntarily flexed and he swallowed. He couldn't stop once he started, and his Adam's apple bobbed repeately as the semen flowed down his throat.
"That a boy," Krycek whispered, removing his cock from Mulder's mouth. Mulder gazed up at his assailant with tears in his eyes.
"How could you, Alex? How could you?"
This caught Krycek off guard slightly....he expected Mulder to sound angry or fearful.....he did, but there was also a tone of something else in Mulder's voice.....sadness.
Krycek studied Mulder's face, looking deep into his sad green eyes. He saw the pain there. The hurt, the pain, the sadness and utter despair. His eyes were shining wet, his lip trembling, and when he spoke his voice cracked....Mulder was on the verge of tears.
"You were my friend.....I cared for you.....why did you do this to me?"
Mulder closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as a desperate, choked sob escaped his throat and he broke down in tears. Krycek watched as the tears slid down Mulder's cheeks, mixed with the stream of the shower around them.
"Because you deserved it," Krycek growled, "I never liked you....but you were too stupid to see that....too fucking caught up in your own little 'investigations.'"
Mulder hung his head....his body was trembling. He hated to beg...but he had no other choice...he was desperate for escape. He sniffled, stifling back the tears that threatened to pour out.
"Alex....let me go. Please....."
"No.....I'm not through with you yet...." Krycek hissed.
Mulder looked up at him and Krycek could see that he was already broken. Scully's dissapearence had left him emotionally fragile and he was coming undone before his eyes.
"Oh God no...." Mulder whispered between sobs, "No more....no more....I'll do anything else....give you any information you want....anything else....please don't do this...."
"There's no information you can give me! You pathetic bastard....you've meddled as far as you're going to.....you fucked up the Duane Barry case and now you're blaming me for that. You want to get rid of me....well....you'll never accomplish that. Maybe Skinner never punished you for your actions....but I'm not Skinner...."
Krycek grinned and knelt down, grabbing both of Mulder's forelegs and forcefully spreading them apart. He plunged his head down and bit at the other man's nylon speedo, catching the edge in his teeth, and growling in his throat, proceeding to rip it free from his struggling body.
Mulder shifted his weight back and forth, kicking and struggling.
"NO....NO!!"
His left leg slipped from Krycek's grasp and he planted a solid kick to his face. Krycek saw the kick coming and managed to avoid most of the blow. He stared at Mulder with fury and sent a flying punch to his jaw. The agent's head snapped back and hit the wall. He cried in pain as blood began to trickle from his lower lip.
"Now you're going to get it you fucking little man slut....I'll make sure you pay for that, dearly!"

Chapter 4
Krycek growled with anger and tore Mulder's speedo from his body with both hands, flinging it outside of the shower stall. His cock sprung free, hanging in Krycek's plain sight and he stared at it with burning lust. Before Mulder registered what was happening, Krycek was on top of him. His hands groped the older agent's body, his mouth ravaged Mulder's as he reached down, grabbing both of his nipples and gave them a hard pinch.
"Aaaaggghh!!" Mulder cried in pain.
Krycek's hands were now on his inner thighs. He spread his legs in two and forcefully thrust forward, penetrating Mulder's anus.
Mulder saw points of light before his eyes as an excruciating pain like none he'd ever felt before tore through him. He screamed a long, loud, agonized scream. It was mixed with horrid pain, terror and desperation. He couldn't move.....he couldn't fight back....there was no escape.
Krycek screamed in pleasure, thrusting back and forth. Tears poured down Mulder's reddened cheeks as he sobbed uncontrolably, gasped and screaming between thrusts. He felt like he was being reamed out with a giant razor blade.
"Ohhhhh....Mulder.....you're so fucking tight.....you've never taken it in the ass before have you?" laughed Krycek maliciously. "I can feel your hard-on...."
At that point Mulder didn't know what was happening...the only thoughts he had were 'I'm being fucked....Krycek is fucking me....'
He no longer felt like a man, he felt like he was nothing more that Krycek's bitch. He was broken and humiliated. Krycek was killing him. He was in agony and could feel his body slowly slipping away. Moments later, everything around him faded into darkness.

Chapter 5
Mulder moaned and his eyelids fluttered. Everything was a blur. He could hear sounds and voices around him but he had no idea where he was.
"I think he's coming around...." he heard a woman's voice say.
Mulder groaned and blinked his eyes as everything came into focus. He was staring up at a blank, panneled ceiling. He could hear a beeping sound and the soft whirr of machinery around him. A man and women in doctors gear were hovering over him, gazing into his eyes with concern.
"Mr. Mulder?" the doctor said quiety, "can you hear us?"
"Where am I?" asked Mulder, sounding confused, "Is this the hospital?"
"Yes..." the nurse replied gently.
Mulder held his head and made a small sound in his throat.
"What happend?"
"Mr. Higgins found you in the locker room at the pool. He said that you were unconscious in the shower stall and you had one arm handcuffed to the shower handle. We had you rushed by ambulence here and checked you out....you've suffered a minor concussion and some brusing to your face and body," the doctor replied.
Mulder's eyes widened and he sat halfway up in bed.
"Where is Krycek? Where is he?"
"Who?" the doctor questioned, looking confused.
"Agent Alex Krycek....he assaulted me....he.....he...."
Tears filled Mulder's eyes. He didn't want to try in front of the doctor and nurse. He didn't want to admit what happened to him....but he realized he should.
"Mr. Mulder...." the nurse said, sounding worried and placing an arm on his shoulder.
"Nothing...." Mulder murmured, swallowing back tears. "When I get out of here I need to speak with my supervisor, Agent Skinner."
"Actually....Agent Skinner is here," replied the doctor, "he saw you earlier...would you like him to come in."
Mulder nodded.

Chapter 6
After the doctor and nurse had left, Agent Skinner sat on the end of Mulder's bed and looked him in the eyes.
"This had been quite an ordeal you've gone through Agent Mulder," Skinner said quietly.
Mulder simply lowered his head and nodded.
"If you don't mind....I have a few questions for you. Why did you handcuff yourself in the shower?"
Mulder looked up in rage and disbelief.
"I didn't!! Krycek did! He was there that bastard...."
A tear ran down Mulder cheek.
"Look, Mulder....let's get one thing straight. This Krycek story dosn't check out. No one was in that building but you. All doors and windows were locked and you were the only one who had a key to the place. There were no signs of forced entry and the key to your handcuffs was thrown on the floor next to your swimsuit."
"So what are you implying?!" Mulder screamed in desperation, "that I beat myself up and handcuffed myself to the shower and tryed framing Krycek for it?!"
"Precisely," Skinner answered bluntly.
"He must have had a skeleton key!!" screamed Mulder, "that's how he gained entrance. He assaulted me and then set it up to look like I was framing him!!"
"Stop it, Mulder!" Skinner shouted, "I know you and Krycek had your differences but he was a damn good agent and I would personally but my own life in his hands. I don't buy a word of what you're saying. I think you are under alot of stress now. Before I re-instate the X-Files I suggest that you take some time off to rest and recuperate."
Mulder stared Skinner in the eyes and felt both rage and sadness. It was like everything else with Skinner and the bureau.....deny everything.
"No...." Mulder answered in tears, "I won't take time off. Despite what I've been through....despite the fact that I was RAPED!!"
Mulder burried his face in his hands and sobbed. Skinner sat still in shock...then managed to find his voice.
"They found traces of rubbing alcohol in your mouth and anus. You did that to make it look like there was trace evidence to cover up."
Skinner shook his head in disbelief.
"Mulder, Mulder....I keep wondering how far you think you're going to go with this. What would Scully think of you right now?"
Mulder stared at Skinner with silence and hate as tears ran down his cheeks.
"Look....you've won this little battle of yours, Mulder. I'm going to re-instate the X-Files, but only on one basis....that you don't pull anymore shit like this and you don't fuck up another investigation. If I were you, I'd take that advice."
With those words Skinner got up and exited the room, leaving Mulder alone. Mulder knew that no matter what he wouldn't give up the search for the truth. No matter what, he would get over his ordeal. Heck, that's what Vodka was for....a Russian drink, but that didn't matter to him. He would find Scully. He would wait for the day he would find Krycek again and get his revenge. Until then, all he could do was drown in sorrow.