Life from the Ashes Book 2 - Hope and Faith
Chapter 8
Help from an Enemyby Jo B.
purplefox@usfamily.net***
Secret Consortium Base
Friday, March 18
4:00 p.m.Malone started to push his cock into the languished body . . . before he could get the head in he was grabbed by an invisible force. The doctor felt thick fingers around his neck and his four hundred pound body was lifted effortlessly off the ground. The obese doctor struggled for air as the invisible fingers tightened around his throat, and the last thing he heard was his own neck snap.
Doctor Campbell backed away in shock and fear -- it had all happened so quickly. He glanced over at Nathan's body the man had been impaled through the chest with a wooden broom handle. His body was held upright by the piece of wood that went through his chest and the door behind him.
Campbell watched as Malone's head was twisted off his body and his great bulk was thrown across the room. The body crashed loudly into the far wall leaving a large crack in the plaster and a smear of blood as it slid down the wall onto the floor.
The ugly, naked doctor ran toward the door, reaching around the dead sorcerer's body for the doorknob. His neck was gripped from behind and he was lifted off his feet and tossed across the room. Campbell landed on Doctor Malone's body, and he rolled quickly away from the dead man. He looked up into the angry eyes of a tall, menacing entity that he could see right through.
"You hurt my beloved! How dare you maggot!" Slava growled, holding the bloody dildo in front of his transparent body.
To Doctor Campbell's horror the thing grew in the entity's hand, lengthening and thickening until it was over three feet long -- the tip became sharp and pointed. The doctor tried to crawl away, whimpering in fear, but the Slava was on him in a flash.
Slava held the doctor immobile, then with incredible strength he shoved the distorted dildo up the man's rectum. Campbell shrieked as it tore through his bowels. It ripped through the length of his body, piercing his heart. He died in extreme agony. The tip of the dildo could be seen at the back of the dead man's throat -- through his gaping mouth.
In a fog, Mulder had watched the scene unfold before him. His mind was too clouded by pain to make sense of what was happening. He watched passively as Nikolai Slava's nude form solidified and walked over to him. The restraints holding him to the table fell away, and Slava reached up and gently removed his feet from the stirrups.
Mulder broke down sobbing and the Cossack wrapped his arms around the abused body, holding him tightly against his broad chest. "I'm here now, moi love." He cupped Mulder's face in his large hands and delicately kissed him all over, cheeks, eyelids, nose and lips. The agent leaned against him, accepting comfort from the man who had raped and victimized him. He felt undeniably safe and protected in Slava's strong embrace.
Slava projected comfort and security into his lover's shattered and distressed mind. He cursed himself for having taken over a month to track Fox down. He had searched all over the world until he found him here only minutes ago, however, he was powerless to help Fox escape.
"Moi lubimij, I cannot get you out of here on my own. My powers are not strong enough in this form." Already the Cossack's shape was dissolving, he needed to return to his real body and replenish his energy. "I will get you help, krasivy Fox." He kissed Mulder softly, then vanished.
The security guards came crashing into the room, followed by another sorcerer and Doctor Ruben Byrd. They had been banging on the locked door for several minutes. Mulder weakly wrapped the white cloth from the table around his lower body, covering his groin and thighs. Shivering, he realized he was going into shock.
Doctor Byrd rushed over to Mulder's side. He took in the agent's appearance, raising the cloth, he noticed the blood that coated the agent's thighs and felt his temper rise. He didn't approve of the immortals' treatment at the hands of the other doctors at this base. Byrd touched the purple bruise on the side of the immortal's face then examined the scrapes and bruises on his wrists. He shrugged off his lab coat and wrapped it around Mulder's shivering body, helping the younger man off the table and the bloody cloth fell to the floor.
"I'm taking Agent Mulder down to my office," Byrd informed the shocked men who stared at the carnage before them. One of the guards was bent over a wastebasket throwing up. The doctor briefly glanced over at the nude bodies of his fellow doctors -- he didn't feel the slightest bit of remorse.
Stuart Holt followed the doctor and Agent Mulder out the door. With Rex Nathan dead, it became his responsibility to guard the troublesome immortal.
"Mr. Holt, your presence is not necessary. Agent Mulder needs medical attention, not an audience!" The older black doctor had his arm wrapped protectively around the agent's trembling body as he guided him down the hallway. He supported the young man's weight after noticing that he was limping and his ankle was swollen.
"Doctor, I don't approve of the behavior of the other doctors either. Nevertheless, it is my job now to guard Agent Mulder . . . he is considered dangerous," the sorcerer stated, opening the door to the doctor's office for them.
The doctor guided Mulder over to the sofa, gently easing the young man down. "Then make yourself useful, Holt, get me a washcloth and pitcher of warm soapy water." The doctor walked over and took out some cotton pads and antiseptic lotion then knelt down on the floor next to Agent Mulder.
He looked into the agent's empty gaze as he dabbed the antiseptic on the scrapes on the agent's wrists and ankles. The doctor knew it was not necessary, that the immortal would be perfectly healed within hours and he was at no risk for infection, but it made him feel better providing comfort to this badly abused man.
Doctor Callaway came rushing into the office without knocking, just as the Holt returned with the washcloth and container of soapy water, placing it on the floor next to Doctor Byrd.
"Davis informed me we had a problem with Agent Mulder . . . that Mulder killed Doctors Campbell, Malone, and Mr. Nathan." He looked angrily at the unmoving man on the sofa.
"Agent Mulder didn't kill them," Stuart Holt informed Callaway.
"Then who did? He was alone in the room with their bodies when security arrived."
"I'm not sure, I could feel another presence in the room when we were trying to break in. It was no longer there once we entered -- I can't get a thing out of Agent Mulder's mind." The sorcerer looked worriedly at the agent whose thoughts were tightly guarded.
Callaway walked over and knelt down next to the agent, grabbing Mulder's chin and turning his head to face him. He took in the blank gaze. "What's wrong with him?"
"What do you think is wrong with him!" Byrd snarled as he started to clean the blood off the immortal's smooth ivory thighs. He had covered the agent's groin with a towel, trying to provide the man with some privacy.
"Would you both please leave the room . . . I would like to finish cleaning him up and I'd prefer not subjecting him to an audience!" His brown eyes flashed angrily at both men, waiting for them to leave.
"Of course, Doctor Byrd, we'll be in the hallway until you are through," Callaway replied not wanting to anger his best doctor.
They quietly closed the door after them. Doctor Callaway turned to the sorcerer. "I want Agent Mulder put into isolation until we can straighten this matter out."
"What about his lover . . . Alex Krycek?" Holt asked.
"We'll use Mr. Krycek to mate with the other immortals. He's a beautiful man, females sired by him would bring an extremely high price." The doctor looked disappointedly at Holt, who wasn't at all attractive.
Holt nervously shuffled his feet over the doctor's silent negative appraisal of him. "Doctor, should I put him in isolation with Agent Mulder?"
"I don't want them together any longer."
"What about the agent's withdrawal symptoms?" Holt asked with concern, hating this callous doctor. The sorcerer thought angrily, //If Callaway ever treated Shinji or Cory the way he was treating Mulder, he'd kill him. He would not allow anyone to touch either of his lovers -- Shinji and Cory were his.//
"I would ask you to see to the agent's sexual needs, but I know you're busy providing for Takeda and Greene. However, it shouldn't be a problem, Mr. Jones is sending twenty additional sorcerers for our breeding project. They should be here in a day, I'll allow Mulder to choose one of them for his new full-time lover."
"Won't Mr. Foxx object to that? He seemed very protective of his son."
"Mr. Jones is taking care of Mr. Foxx, he won't be of any more trouble to us."
***
Secret Consortium Base
Saturday, March 19
1:00 p.m.Mulder was curled in a fetal position on the small cot -- the mattress was hard and lumpy, but he was too dazed to notice. His body was fully healed from his assault yesterday, but his mind was still distressed over the incident. He found safety in a secret place within his mind, shutting out all intruders. He used to go there often when he was a boy and his father would abuse him.
The cell only had a sink, a toilet, and a heavy iron door with a slot for a food tray. It was lit by one small recessed light that didn't fully illuminate the room -- the far corners were deeply shadowed.
Mulder was dressed again in a white tank top and shorts; he lay shivering in the chilly small cell. There were no blankets on the cot to keep him warm. The cell was on the lowest level of the underground base causing the air was stale and musty.
The cell door opened and in stepped Doctor Callaway, he walked over to the cot and sat next to Agent Mulder. "Are you ready to tell me what happened in the examination room yet, Fox?"
Mulder had his back to the doctor and didn't respond to his question. Callaway stared at the agent's lean body; he placed a hand on his bare shoulder feeling the cold skin. "Fox, all you have to do is tell me and I'll have you moved into more comfortable quarters. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
The doctor licked his lips trying to stifle the sexual urges that were caused by being this close to the immortal. After the carnage in the examination room, he didn't dare act on his desires until he found out what happened to his people.
When Mulder didn't answer, the doctor started losing his patience. "Fine, stay here and freeze, then! Maybe you'll find your voice once your withdrawal symptoms start." He stood and angrily left the room, closing and locking the cell door. He switched off the light, throwing the small cell into total darkness.
***
Moscow
Saturday, March 19
4:00 p.m.Nikolai Slava was still too exhausted to leave his body and return to the only man he loved with all his heart. He cursed the helplessness of his situation. The Cossack wasn't able to communicate with his n'thral captain, yet. He knew his own men wouldn't be much help against the consortium that was holding Fox Mulder, anyway.
There was only one man that could safely rescue his lover from the clutches of those bastards. He would go to him as soon as he had enough energy to leave his body. He would request help from an enemy.
***
Secret Consortium Base
Sunday, March 20
11:00 a.m.The first pangs of withdrawal drew Fox Mulder back to the real world and away from the sheltered area of his mind. He awoke in total darkness not knowing where he was . . . groaning softly, he cautiously sat up and reached out into the darkness with his fingers -- they made contact with the cold concrete wall.
The light in the small cell went on unexpectedly. He shielded his eyes against the glare as he peered around the room. The door was unlocked and in stepped Doctor Callaway, followed by a large n'thral and Mr. Jones. Mulder was sitting on the small cot, and he scooted back against the concrete wall, glaring up at his captors with hate filled hazel eyes.
"I see you are back with us again, Fox. How are you feeling today?" The doctor crooned softly.
"Don't call me that!" The agent growled, holding his head up in defiance, he pushed the small pangs of pain out of his mind.
"We have a surprise for you, Fox. It will help you overcome the pains of withdrawal that you must be feeling by now. However, first why don't you tell us what happened in the examination room," the doctor asked patiently, knowing it was only a matter of time before the agent told them.
Mulder glared at them refusing to answer.
"Doctor Callaway, why don't we allow Mr. Mulder to make his selection first. He won't be able to think clearly in a few hours and I would like his new companion to be his choice." Mr. Jones smiled softly at the beautiful immortal.
"Very well, Mr. Jones. Mook, help Fox to his feet," Callaway ordered.
The large n'thral reached for Mulder's arm, grabbing it, he pulled the agent off the cot and onto his feet. Mulder yanked his arm free from the large mutant's grip. "Take your *fucking* hand off me!"
The n'thral started to grab a hold of him again, but Mr. Jones interceded. "That will be all, Mook. Mr. Mulder won't be giving us any trouble."
"Where is Alex? What did you mean by a new companion?" Mulder asked nervously as he was led out of the room. They walked down the long dimly lit hallway to the elevator.
"Right now Mr. Krycek is confined to his room. He's not being very cooperative, but that will soon change. As for your new companion, we decided it would be better if you and Mr. Krycek were separated. So, we're going to allow you to pick your new lover, we have twenty sorcerers for you to select from." Mr. Jones looked over at Mulder as they rode the elevator up three levels. The agent was chewing on his sexy bottom lip, anxiously watching the numbers change.
"You know . . . he'll kill anyone that touches me, except for Alex or Walter Skinner," the agent informed the men with a new confidence, remembering Slava's rage over his rape in the examination room.
"Who? Who is he?" the doctor asked angrily.
Mulder stare at him dispassionately, he would not tell them. He was afraid if he did they might be able to put up a barrier to keep Slava out. They would never be able to recover the information from his thoughts -- he was now an expert at concealing them. Right now Nikolai Slava was his only hope.
"It doesn't matter, Doctor. We'll find out all in good time," Jones murmured, stepping off the elevator.
"It does matter! You didn't see what was done to my doctors! Whoever he is . . . he's a threat to the lives of everyone here!" The doctor exclaimed as he opened the door to the large auditorium.
Mr. Jones stopped in the doorway. "Doctor, we'll install surveillance cameras . . . if he attempts to contact Mr. Mulder again, we'll know."
Mulder stopped in his tracks, looking at the occupants of the room. All the men were ogling him with lust in their eyes, he felt completely naked and exposed in the skimpy outfit he was wearing. The bulges tenting the pants of every man here was very disconcerting, he felt completely vulnerable. He blushed as he was ushered to the front of the room and made to stand on a raised platform.
"Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce Fox Mulder . . . Mr. Mulder requires a new sexual partner to service him daily. Although each of you has been scheduled to have sex with him within the upcoming weeks, he will be choosing one of you today for his full-time lover," Mr. Jones stated, watching the looks of desire light up on the faces of all the men present.
Mulder blushed a brighter shade of red, but held his head up proudly glaring angrily down at all the men before him as he tried to suppress his troubled thoughts. The last forty-eight hours had been the most humiliating and painful hours he had ever gone through in his whole life, and considering his life that was saying a lot.
Mr. Jones walked up to the agent, staring at his body with admiration. "Mr. Mulder, I suggest you make the choice yourself, it will be a lot easier for you than the choice I would make." He turned and faced the twenty aroused Sorcerers. "I want each of you to step forward one at time and allow Mr. Mulder to get a good look at you and introduce yourselves to him."
Mulder couldn't believe the outrageousness of this situation, they expected him to choose his own full-time rapist. He looked angrily at the man he used to think of as the 'Well Manicured Man', he was beginning to feel sick to his stomach and knew it wasn't from his withdrawal symptoms. There was no way that he was going to do this -- he had never felt so degraded.
One-by-one the men stepped forward to introduce themselves; some even had the nerve to brag about their sexual stamina and cock size. Others fed that information directly into the beautiful immortal's mind, demonstrating how they would make love to him. Mulder felt demoralized until his eyes met the concerned brown gaze of a Scottish sorcerer who introduce himself softly. He displayed none of the brazen bravado of the other men present.
Rory MacIver's heart went out to the young man forced to stand passively so that his fellow sorcerers could lust after him. He felt embarrassed over his own hard erection brought on by the sensuous immortal. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably as he introduced himself to the young man, drowning in his beautiful, soulful, hazel eyes. The physical pain Fox Mulder was in was obvious to everyone present.
Mulder eyes followed Rory MacIver as he walked back to his seat, his mind blanked out the rest of the introductions. As soon as they were finished Mr. Jones walked up to him, he looked in the agent's weary pain-filled eyes.
"Mr. Mulder, have you made your choice?"
"Yes . . . Rory MacIver," he whispered softly. The pain was getting worse. He shuddered and swayed briefly, but kept his balance.
There were curses from the other men present. MacIver sat back shocked that he had been chosen he wasn't as young or as handsome as some of the other men present. He looked up at Agent Mulder feeling the other man's pain as it coursed through his body.
"Now that wasn't so hard. After you've answered our questions about the examination room incident, then Mr. MacIver will relieve your pain for you, Mr. Mulder." He smiled knowing Mulder wouldn't be able to withstand the pain for long. "Doctor Callaway, see that Mr. Mulder is returned safely to his cell."
The doctor stepped forward and helped Mulder step down from the platform, guiding him out of the room.
***
Hoover Building
Sunday, March 20
NoonWalter Skinner walked back to his office where he spent most of his waking hours. He only went home to sleep the rest of his time he spent searching for his lover and his brother. He couldn't believe that he had had no leads in finding them -- the consortium had taken great care at covering their tracks.
He'd sell his soul to the devil at this point for just one clue. He opened the door to his office, stopping in his tracks at the sight of the large man sitting behind his desk.
"What do you want!" Skinner growled.
"Mulder's safety," Slava replied, staring up at the angrily bald man.
"Why are you here, Slava?"
"I would like to call a truce. I know where those maggots are holding my lover . . . I would like you to go and rescue him for me." Slava pulled his feet off the desk and lowered them to the floor. He stood to full his six foot, six inches, walking over to the shorter man, he waited for him to respond.
Several emotions flashed over the A.D.'s face: hated, anger, and excitement. "Fox is not your lover, Slava! If you know where he is why don't you rescue him yourself?" He wanted to find out the location of his lover, but he needed to learn more from the man, first.
"Don't you think I would if I could? My body is laying in a coma in Moscow. I have only limited abilities with this one. Do you think it is easy for me to ask you for help? Damnit, Man! We are wasting time here! Fox is not being treated well . . . I want him away from those . . . HUMANS!" Slava growled angrily.
"Tell me where is he being held?" Skinner asked anxiously
"Central Mexico, I wrote down the precise location and their defenses for you. Hurry, Skinner! I'm going back to be with Fox . . . he's been without my protection for too long now." The large Cossack vanished.
Skinner rushed over to his desk and stared at the detailed map, the entrances in and out of the base were clearly marked along with the its coordinates and the number of guards. The A.D. noted that there were landmines buried around the compound.
He picked up his telephone and placed calls to the FBI Anti-terrorist Taskforce and the U.S. military. One way or another, he would have Fox back before dawn tomorrow.
***
Secret Consortium Base
Sunday, March 20
2:00 p.m.Alex Krycek was physically restrained to his bed with leg and arm straps holding him immobile. They had tried to force him to have sex with Shinji and Cory. When he refused, the doctor ordered Stuart Holt to use mind-control on him to make him submit, but to Doctor Callaway's displeasure, Holt had refused the order. The sorcerer didn't want to share Shinji and Cory with any other man.
Krycek thought back to Mulder telling him about the affect he had on Henderson and Slava, both men had become enamoured with him. The triple agent didn't notice it affecting the doctors, but maybe it only affected mutants.
He pulled angrily on his wrist restraints, he'd been held this way since yesterday when he had killed two of his guards attempting to escape. Unfortunately, when he had reached the door, his ex-employer was there with twenty other sorcerers who easily subdued him. The doctors had also restrained Holt because they couldn't determine what, if anything was wrong with him.
The door to his room opened abruptly, pulling Krycek away from his thoughts. Doctor Callaway strolled in, looking possessively over his fit body. "Alex, I don't expect that you will be ready to comply with my wishes yet. But, that doesn't matter, we'll use mind-control on you to get you to submit."
Krycek glared at the man but refused to answer him.
The doctor walked over to the bed and sat next to him, running his hand under Krycek's tank top and feeling his taut stomach and firm chest. "You are a beautiful man, Alex, much more beautiful than any of the other sorcerers we have here. You're really going to sire some extremely beautiful daughters. We already have abducted two more immortals, they are being flown to our new facility in the Bahamas." Callaway trailed his hand down to Krycek's groin, squeezing him through his pants. "Soon we'll have all twenty-three immortals, then the world will be at our mercy. Play your cards right, Alex, and you can have a piece of it."
"Take your fucking hands off me! I want no part of anything you traitors touch. What have you done with Mulder?"
The doctor grinned evilly at him. "Fox is currently going through withdrawal symptoms. We plan to allow him to suffer several more hours before questioning him again. Your ex-boyfriend refuses to tell us what happen in the examination room." Callaway rose and walked to the door, opening it he stared back at Krycek. "Fox has already selected a new lover for himself . . . I suggest you do the same."
"I'll FUCKING KILL YOU . . . DAMN YOU!" Krycek shouted pulling uselessly on the restraints as Doctor Callaway closed the door.
***
Mulder's Cell
Sunday, March 20
3:00 p.m.Mulder lay on his side hugging his stomach against the pain that was ripping through his body. He shivered constantly from the damp coldness of his jail cell, feeling every hard lump in the mattress against his sensitized skin.
Nikolai Slava materialized in front of him after taking the time to adjust the security cameras that were in the cell. The camera only showed Mulder's pain tortured body and didn't show Slava or any of the agent's responses to the Cossack's presence. Slava sat on the small cot and soothingly brushed Mulder's sweat dampened bangs out of his pain-filled eyes.
Mulder looked up at him through the mist of extreme pain. "Please," he begged.
"Moi lubimij, tell me what's wrong? Have those infidels hurt you?" Slava asked with great concern over the pain his lover was in.
"No . . . I need . . . I . . . sex . . . please . . . need sex," Mulder begged tears streaming down his beautiful face.
Slava sat back startled. Mulder stared weakly up at him, then opened his mind so the Cossack would understand his needs.
The handsome Cossack delicately removed the agent's clothing. Positioning himself between the younger man's parted thighs he gently prepared him. He placed his large cock against the tight opening, then pushed in. Mulder pushed back with his hips forcing the cock in deeper, clenching his teeth against the painful entry and the burning pain from the withdrawal symptoms.
Slava leaned over his lover's body and kissed his lips tenderly, waiting for the agent's rectal muscles to relax. The small amount of pre-cum seeping into the agent's body eased his pain, loosening his clenched muscles. Slava pulled his organ slowly out, then pushed back in. Mulder wrapped his legs around the Cossack's waist, resting his ankles on the cleft of the larger man's ass and pulling him in with each thrust.
The large handsome Russian didn't last long; he'd never had Mulder when he was as tight as a virgin before. The tight silky grip of Mulder's rectal muscles on the large man's cock pulled Slava over the edge as he shot essence into his lover's body.
Mulder hadn't even gotten hard during Slava's lovemaking; he had been too deeply in pain for his brain to respond to anything other than getting relief from his agony. The feel of the Cossack's hot release pumping into his body brought him instant comfort. Mulder sagged back exhausted against the mattress, smiling weakly at Slava. The older man bent down and captured his mouth in a deep kiss.
"Better, moi love?" he asked tenderly.
"Much, thank you," the agent relaxed into the kiss, returning it only out of gratitude.
Slava pulled back, staring lovingly down at him. "Fox, I contacted that bald man you are misguidedly involved with. He should be here before morning to rescue you." The Cossack ran his fingers through Mulder's hair.
"Nikolai, would you do me a favor?"
"Anything, moi love."
"Remove the power-dampening cuff from Alex's leg, and tell him to rescue our daughter. I'm worried that once Walter arrives with the troops those bastards will try to escape with our child." Mulder look pleadingly up at him.
"You have a daughter by Alexei? How is that possible?" The Cossack asked intrigued.
"I don't know . . . will you help me?" Mulder sighed.
"Of course, love. I would never let anything happen to you or a child of yours." Slava held the agent tightly, projecting warmth onto the younger man's shivering body. Mulder relax into his arms feeling warm for the first time in days.
***
Corpus Christi
Sunday, March 20
5:00 p.m.Skinner walked to the front of the command center, he was dressed all in black -- the only other color was the large white FBI letters on the back of his flak jacket. He had his team assembled at the Air Force base outside of D.C. within an hour after Slava's appearance. The U.S. Elite Forces was setup and waiting for them when their flight landed in Corpus Christi.
Colonel Joseph Glanville had the satellite photo enlargements of the coordinates A.D. Skinner had faxed him. It clearly showed a small base, airstrip, and military personnel on the ground. He had marked off the areas of the suspected minefields.
"Colonel Glanville, do we have a green light?" Skinner asked.
"Yes, sir, we leave at 1800 hours."
Skinner nodded, keeping the excitement off his handsome face. In an hour they'd be on their way, within three hours he'd be on the ground at the base.
***
Secret Consortium Base
Sunday, March 20
6:00 p.m.Nikolai Slava left Fox Mulder's side temporarily; he was going to free Alex Krycek. However, first, he made a side trip in search of the child his lover spoke of. He found her in the small cylinder in a lab. He stood there staring in fascination at the small female fetus -- his lover's daughter.
She was already exquisite and he could see many of his lover's features already on the small palm sized fetus. As a businessman, he could see many advantages to having such beautiful daughters. When he recovered from his coma and brought Fox back to Moscow, they would have many daughters together. He would arrange marriages for each of his them to form stronger alliances.
He sighed, looking at her one last time, knowing time was wearing thin for him, he'd be able to free Krycek and go to his lover one more time before his energy was depleted. He disappeared and reappeared at the foot of Alex Krycek's bed.
"Alexei, really, I would have thought you'd learn to be more careful," Slava sneered scornfully at him.
"What do you want, Slava?" Krycek glared up at him.
"Fox asked me to free you. He wants you to rescue his daughter. The bald man should be here soon . . . and Fox is afraid that the consortium will make off with his child and escape," Slava said, sitting at the foot of the bed, he touched the ankle cuff and it shattered into hundreds of little pieces.
Krycek gasped as the energy flowed back into his body, he stared at the restraints holding him to the bed and they fell away. He concentrated. *Fox, are you okay?*
*I'm fine, Alex. You have to recover our daughter and get her out of the building. Hide with her until Walter gets here.*
*I can't leave you here! I'll get Faith, then come for you.*
*No, I'm too well guarded down here. They have sorcerers stationed on the floor above and throughout the facility. Protect our daughter first, when Walter gets here you can come back for me.*
"Alexei, listen to him . . . I will protect Fox for as long as possible. No one will dare touch him with me there!" Saying that, Slava disappeared.
Krycek knew Fox was right. He needed to get their daughter out of here. The triple agent crept off the bed and silently left the room, he heard painful moaning coming behind a closed door. He projected his mind into the room, finding Cory Greene strapped down to an examination table and being raped by one of the consortium sorcerers. There was only one doctor present in the room.
The triple agent had had enough of these bastards and decided to intervene. He first scanned the surrounding area for any possible interference or threat then eased opened the door. Both men were too involved in the rape to notice him, by the time they did it was too late -- both their throats had been crushed. Krycek never left his position by the door, watching dispassionately as the men reached for their throats, turned a lovely shade of blue, then dropped to the floor dead.
Krycek went quickly over to Greene's side, freeing him from the table.
"Alex? You killed them . . . thanks," Greene whimpered, stumbling against Krycek as he helped him off the table.
"Cory, are you all right?" Krycek supported the older man leaning him up against the padded table he went over and stripped the clothing from the body of the sorcerer who was roughly Greene's size.
"I've been better," he sighed, rapidly recovering his strength.
"Here, put these on," Krycek ordered, handing in him the long, black trousers and a pullover.
Cory accepted the clothes, smiling as he pulled on the long trousers, it was the first time in weeks that he had wore anything other than those skimpy shorts and a tank top. He then bent down and pulled on the dead man's boots.
Krycek kept his attention focus around them; he was not going to be taken by surprise again. When Greene finished dressing, he guided the older man to the door, making sure there was no one in the vicinity. They cautiously made their way down the hallway.
*Cory, I'm going to recover my daughter and get her out of the building. There's a rescue team on the way . . . but I want her safely in my hands when they get here.* Krycek silently communicated to the immortal as they crept into the lab. They quickly rushed across the room to the five small cylinders on the counter.
*Alex, Doctor Callaway mentioned that Shinji and I have conceived daughters, I would like to recover them as well.* The older man said, looking into the seemingly empty cylinders, then over at the one with the small fetus floating inside.
*I wouldn't think of leaving them behind, Cory.* Krycek recovered five compact metal containers from the shelf above the counter. *These are battery-powered self-contained cylinders. Disconnect each cylinder then slip it into the container and reconnect it here.* Alex demonstrated with the cylinder containing his daughter, the metal would protect the glass container.
They sealed up all five cylinders and Krycek made sure the power units were working. He then retrieved to insulated carrying case, it was specially designed for carrying the cylinders. There were six round indentations in the foam rubber to slip each of the cylinders into and more foam padding on the lid.
Cory grabbed the case before Krycek could take it. *Alex, concentrate on getting us out of here, I'll carry our daughters.* Greene was physically stronger than Krycek, and had no problem handling the heavy case.
*Okay, just stay close to my back.*
They made their way down the hallway and up the staircase to the main level without incident. They ran into two guards at the entrance that Krycek easily dispatched, by the time they made it to the outside perimeter all the alarms were going off. Krycek looked up at the same time he heard the attack helicopters, knowing at once that their escape hadn't set off the alarms.
***
Mulder lay on the small cot waiting for Slava's return. He was faking his withdrawal symptoms for the benefit of the surveillance cameras. He felt a strong hand stroking his back.
"You can stop now, moi love. I've taken care of the cameras, again," Slava murmured in his ear.
"Has Alex gotten out, yet?"
"He's currently in the lab collecting your daughter. She's a pretty little thing." Slava eased his naked body behind Mulder's, pulling the agent's shorts down his long legs.
"I never saw her . . . stop . . . what are you doing?" he gasped as his shorts were peeled down.
"Making love to you again . . . before I have to leave." Slava nibbled on the agent's earlobe, smoothing his hands over the round buttocks and parting the cheeks.
Mulder sensed Slava's hurry. "You have a time limit?" he asked, not meaning it as it sounded.
"Sorry, moi Fox, even now my body is pulling me back . . . I have to make this quick. But, we'll have other times together where I won't be rushed," Slava said, easing his cock into the agent's body.
Mulder lay quietly with his knee bent under his stomach and his other leg straight, sadly accepting the unwanted sex from the man above him. He allowed his mind to drifted, and was surprised when he was pulled out of his body. He followed a bright light back to Slava's body in Moscow. Mulder walked up to the bed staring down at the handsome slumbering figure, reaching a hand out he placed it on the Cossack's forehead.
The immortal pulled in the energy around him and concentrated, sweat appeared on the forehead of his real body back in Mexico. The damage he had done to Slava over two months ago quickly healed. He heard the Cossack's distressed cry at being forcefully returned to his body. Mulder felt himself being yanked back as well.
Mulder briefly opened his eyes, then fell into a deeply exhausted sleep on the small cot.
***
Rory MacIver couldn't get the beautiful immortal off his mind. He had felt the severe pain Mulder was suffering and he wanted to help the younger man. He had wandered around the whole facility, learning every entrance and exit. He came across a room near the bottom level that contained another immortal -- a young, pretty, Japanese man. Two doctors were putting him through painful testing.
MacIver lost the small hold he had left on his temper, striking out at the two callous doctors just as the sirens sounded throughout the building, drowning out the doctors' pain filled cries.
He rushed over and helped the young immortal to his feet. "C'mon, we need to leave this place." Rory shrugged out of his long coat and handed it over to Shinji Takeda who was wearing only shorts.
Takeda pulled on the coat gratefully and followed the Scottish sorcerer out of the room. They ducted into another room as several men rushed by heading up the staircase. MacIver guided Takeda over to the same staircase and headed down to the bottom level. "I need to get Fox Mulder out of here as well, lad." The sorcerer knew Mulder was in no condition to make it on his own.
He knew the cell that held the agent was on the lowest level of the building. It didn't take long to find the one that Mulder was in. He rushed over to Mulder's side, noticing the agent's exposed bottom and the fresh semen on his buttocks. MacIver gently pulled up Mulder's shorts, covering him, then felt the agent's pulse -- he seemed okay.
"How is he?" Takeda asked with concern.
"He appears to be asleep," MacIver shook the agent, but couldn't wake him. He tried to contact the agent's mind, but found it inaccessible. Mulder appeared to be in a coma-like state. "I guess I'm going to have to carry him." He hefted Mulder over his shoulder and headed back out the door toward the staircase. The sound of gunfire and explosions from above stopped him in his tracks.
***
Walter Skinner was the first man off the lead helicopter as it landed. He headed directly toward his younger brother who had telepathically contacted him as the helicopter was setting down. He watched over his shoulder as the other six helicopters landed and the U.S Elite Assault Squad headed for the building. The squad was comprised of several sorcerers and humans, they easily overpowered the buildings security guards. The FBI Anti-terrorist Task Force took up a position around the perimeter.
"Alex, where's Fox?" Skinner shouted, looking at the other man, he recognized him instantly as Cory Greene, the British immortal.
"He's still inside the building. Walter, we decided I should rescue our daughter first, then go back for him. He's being held on the lowest level." Krycek looked anxiously around him; he hadn't been able to mentally contact Fox for several minutes now.
"Alex, I can't read him either. There is too much interference from the other sorcerers here." Skinner quickly waved over two armed FBI agents.
"Yes, Sir?" Agent Heinz responded.
"I want Mr. Greene and the case he's holding placed under heavy guarded. I'm going to assist in the raid. Special Agent Krycek requires some clothing," Skinner ordered.
Krycek blushed realizing what his skimpy outfit must look like to these men. "I'm coming with you, Walter," Krycek informed his older brother.
"Not while you're dressed like that, Agent Krycek!" Skinner barked, heading off in the direction of the building. Before he could reach it, the place exploded sending flaming debris pouring down around them. The earth shook violently from the force of the explosion throwing the men off their feet. Greene instinctively covered the case containing the female embryos and female fetus with his body. Agent Ordonez threw himself over Agent Krycek shielding his scantily clad body with his own.
"NO!" Skinner cried as flames shot a hundred feet into the air, lighting up the nighttime sky. The building turned into a flaming inferno, instantly incinerating everyone inside. He staggered toward the building, but the intense heat kept him back.
***