Title: Tainted Love
Author: Peach
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Krycek
Warnings: This story contains explicit m/m sex.
Rating: NC17
Date: 05/25/02
Archive: Warm Thoughts
Website: http://us.oocities.com/peach1250/index.html
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner, Krycek, Scully, Mulder, Doggett and the X-Files belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network. No copyright Infringement is intended no money is being made.
Summary: Jealousy leads to abduction.
NOTES: Thanks to Josan as always. Ursula let this be a lesson, you send me articles and shit happens. If any of you wish to read the article it is here: http://www.msmargaretdavis.com/Figging.html
And for the spanking fans just take off the Figging.html and you'll find stuff right up your alley.

"You are mine. You * have* always been mine. You * will* always be mine."

"Fuck you!"

"You don't seem to understand the situation. *You* are the one who is naked and bound. *You* won't be fucking anyone. I, however, will be fucking you. And you *will* beg me for it."

"I'll never beg you for anything. I'd rather fucking die."

"I'm not going to let you die. A dead man wouldn't be entertaining at all. I'm not into necrophilia. I want to make you scream when I make you come. You owe me."

"Owe you? For what?"

"You killed me."

"You killed me!"

"Ah, but I had no intention of leaving you dead. You wanted me dead."

"Can you blame me? After all you've done to me?"

"You shouldn't have fucked Mulder."

My mouth dropped open with surprise. I snapped it shut abruptly and looked into the flashing green eyes of the man holding me captive. It couldn't be. He had done all this out of jealousy?

"What makes you think I fucked Mulder?"

"I saw you. Were you fucking him while you were seeing me?"

"I suppose you expect me to believe you weren't getting on your knees for Spender. Where I stick my dick is none of your business."

I was aiming to hurt him the way he had hurt me and it worked. The pain flashed in his eyes and then they shut down. Right then I knew I'd said the wrong thing but I was too fucking stubborn to confess to him. Looking back now I don't know if I could have stopped what happened. Neither of us was ready to trust.

He walked away from me and opened a small bag that was lying on a table. He had been fitted with a new hand that was obviously more dexterous than his old one. I watched as the ginger was pulled from the bag.

I watched puzzled as he cut a portion of the finger. The piece he cut was about four inches long. Then he began to peal it carefully and dip it into a clear bowl filled with ice water. In a conversational voice he began to speak as though he was discussing the weather.

"Have you ever heard of 'figging', Walter?"

He glanced over at me with that smirk that I would learn to dread over the course of the next few hours. I tightened my lips and refused to answer. His head tilted, his liquid gaze directed at me through his lashes. A look that once had been enough to make me hard.

"No? Well, let me explain. It is thought by some to have been an adjunct to caning. Don't worry, I'm not going to start you off with caning. We'll start with something milder. The ginger was prepared as I am preparing it now and then inserted in the anus. Then once the caning began the person on the receiving end would feel the additional burn from the ginger if they tightened their anus."

"So you're going to shove that up me. When you said you were going to fuck me, I had a different image in mind."

"Don't fret, Wally. We'll get around to that. I know you want to feel my dick inside you."

"Fuck you!" He knows how I hate being called Wally.

"Tsk, Tsk. You really need to display those vocabulary skills I've heard in the past. You know what they say about cursing."

I snapped my mouth shut and watched as he carved a small lip into the root. It was good to know he wasn't going to take the chance that he might push it too far inside me. That turned out to be the only good thing about it.

He dropped the ginger into the bowl. He then walked out of my line of sight. I heard two thuds that sounded like his boots dropping. Then the sound of a belt buckle being opened. When he walked back to the table, he was naked.

Even without my glasses I could see the irritation to his stump from the new arm. It looked painful and I wondered why he didn't just take it off. But then he'd need it to do what he planned to me.

I pulled again at the restrains holding me, finding them just as strong as before. He smiled that crooked smile at me. The bad little boy smile that I had once found so appealing. He picked up the ginger and walked toward me.

I didn't feel it at first. The root was slender, cold and slipped in easily. I silently cursed the cold but was soon wishing I had it back when the burn started. Then he walked back around, gripped my cock and I tensed. I bit down on my lip until it bled so I wouldn't give him the pleasure of hearing my pain.

He let my cock go to catch the drops of blood. I watched as he licked them from his fingers.

"I always did like the taste of you, Walter. I'd compare you to a fine wine but I don't think you're in the right mood for that."

His hand dropped back to my dick making me grip the ginger again. This time I let the groan escape. My cock didn't seem to care that my ass was on fire. It wanted him. Fucking stupid piece of meat always wanted him, even before my head had caught on to the idea.

He stroked me expertly and brought me off quickly. It had been a while since I'd even had time to jerk off. I watched as he licked his hand clean.

"Finger licking good, Wally. Just like always."

I ignored the Wally that time. Waiting to see what was next on the playbill. He went back to the table and picked up a condom.

"Time for my cock. I'd do you raw but I don't want to be incapacitated by the ginger."

He walked behind me, yanked out the root and rammed into me. I obliged him with a scream that time. Alex has a just over average length but he's thick, very thick. So the burn from the ginger was aggravated by the burn of being torn.

He fucked me, hard and fast. There was no where to go, no escape. His hand left deep bruises on my hip that didn't clear for three weeks. Finally he grunted, slammed in once more and was still. He pulled out of me, heading toward the table again.

"Guess you haven't been bottoming to Mulder."

I was confused until I saw him pull the bloody condom off and drop it in the trashcan. He picked up a syringe. I watched as he stabbed it into my thigh wondering if this was the end.

I woke sometime later to find myself chained face down on a bed. He had thrown cold water on me.

"Walter, can you hear me? Wake up!"

"What the fuck do you want? I don't need to be awake for you to fuck me."

"Drink this."

He pressed a straw to my lips and I drank the cold juice. Pineapple, my favorite. He followed that with a little water.

That time when he fucked me he did go in raw.

For the next two days he alternated his compliments with rapes or flogging, once even using a crop. My entire body was hypersensitive.

My traitorous body responded to him time after time. The bed under me was soaked with my come. The stench of us was hanging in the air.

I dimly heard the phone ringing but didn't want to come out of my dream. My mind had become a turncoat as well, giving me delicious dreams of the time when I thought he loved me, when I loved him.

I did come awake as he slid inside me once more. This time moving slowly and sweetly. His lips caressing the back of my skull, the edge of my ears.

"Our time is almost over, Walter. Mulder and Doggett are on the way here."

The kisses continued as he took me gently.

"Why couldn't you just love me? That's all I ever wanted. I would die for you. I love you even though I know you won't ever believe me."

I felt the dampness. Moisture ran along my face and I tasted his tears. He shook against me and I felt the heat as he flooded me. Then he was pulling out. The door closed before I could get my head around what had just happened.

"Alex!"

But my voice just echoed back at me. He was already gone.

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Epilogue

When Mulder and Doggett found me, I lied. I said I didn't know who had kidnapped me. I told them that I never saw a face and there were no words spoken. I could tell they didn't believe me. But they wouldn't have believed the truth either. I was kidnapped, raped and beaten by a dead man.

A dead man who I loved, who I would probably never see again.

I retired a month later. Everyone believed it was because of the incident. But truth was I couldn't face being reminded of him. The dreams were bad enough, being where I had talked to him, learned to love him, killed him - that was too much for me.

So now I live as far from the world as I could go and still get books or movies when I want. I bother no one and no one bothers me. Until yesterday that is.

Mulder sent me an email. He says Alex has been spotted, boarding a plane for the nearest city to me. So I'm waiting. But I'm not allowing myself to hope.

TBC

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