Part II It had been several months since Fox Mulder had changed his life. Had
gotten himself involved with Kulain, his mysterious supernatural
partner. Who may be a demon, Who kisses like fire. But that hadn't been
the only good thing to happen to him. Somehow Alex Krycek had wormed his
way into Fox Mulder's heart and body. He had so entertained Kulain that
he had gifted the younger man with an inhuman new arm. They made a
strange threesome, all working to investigate occult cases for the
F.B.I. And at night, satisfying other, more basic needs.
Skinner could feel the long hot burn of rage somewhere in the pit of his
stomach. Hell, it was probably another ulcer. It was hardly surprising
with Alex Krycek on his payroll. The young agent took every opportunity
to make sly comments and seemed to take pleasure in irritating the hell
out of him. It was a not very subtle form of revenge for past
indignities.
He lounged in the chair facing the A.D. long legs stretched out in front
of him. Green eyes watched Skinner in lazy contempt.
"You don't play by the rules Alex. You never did. We work as a team
here, you've got to be able to trust another agent to guard your back!"
The young agent frowned at the mention of trust. "Would you guard my
back then, Skinner?"
Skinner grimaced. "Touche Krycek!"
Alex sighed. "What do you want me to do?"
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Mulder sat in the small basement office he called home. It was a little
more crowded now, considering he had to share it with Alex and Kulain,
his partners in more than one sense of the word. They were useful to the
F.B.I. but he still had to fight every inch of the way to get any
concessions for his team.
The E-mail incoming signal beeped on his computer. He leaned over and
hit the mouse button, calling up the new message.
Dark pupilled eyes blinked in surprise. Kulain had seemed far away,
meditating on who knows what. Now a flicker of interest crossed his
face. Mulder couldn't really blame him, things had been boring lately.
Most X files were referred to Scully and Spender, though he still had a
few contacts left. Like this one. The Lone Gunmen. They had been quiet
lately. In fact he hadn't spoken to them face to face since before he
had met Kulain, although they had exchanged computer mail.
As he read the message, he suddenly felt a lot more cheerful. The
challenge of investigating a case was something he loved., and they had
sent him some interesting information.
Say Mulder, now you're in charge of the Spooky Squad, we've got
something on a local cult you might want to check out.
Well, at least it would get them out of the office.
"Grab your jacket". He grinned at his partner Kulain. "Lets see if we
can dig up a few guilty secrets".
As they walked through the halls of the F.B.I. building, Mulder found
himself admiring the sleek grace of Kulain's well muscled body. He felt
exhilaration that his lover was so handsome, and there was a dangerous
edge to that attraction. Almost instinctively, men and women moved aside
for him, because there was something predatory about his movements. In a
way it was quite arousing. Mulder was typically unaware that both of
them attracted glances, because some of that dark beauty was echoed in
his own face.
The three Lone Gunmen were, as usual, locked away in their dark little
rooms, paranoia being in the ascendant.
Frohike frowned when he saw Mulder's partner.
"No sign, I suppose, of the delectable Scully?"
"Sorry guys, Different department now. She gets the UFO's, I get the
werewolves, vampires and demons".
"We'd heard!" Langly said. "Some interesting scuttlebutt on your new
partner here. His nickname on the Internet is Spawn of Satan. I
understand he's not too popular in some quarters of the F.B.I."
Mulder grinned at the unexpected look of consternation on Kulain's face.
He muttered something disparaging about spawn being something frogs did,
and scowled.
Byers laughed. "That's not the only rumour about you, Mulder!"
"Yeah", Frohike said. "There are some weird rumours about your personal
life. Apparently you had a nervous breakdown and gave up women,
including Scully".
Kulain decided on a sly revenge, and in one swift movement, slid his
arms around Mulder from behind, pulling him backwards. With a yelp of
shock, he landed on his lover's lap on the couch behind them.
"Mostly true", Kulain said in amusement, and the Lone Gunmen were
treated to the rare sight of Fox Mulder blushing fiercely.
Seeing his dignity had all gone to hell, he relaxed into Kulain's arms
with a resigned sigh.
Dammit Kulain. This'll be all over the Internet by tomorrow!
"Tell us about the cult", he said, desperately changing the subject.
Shut your mouth, Frohike, you look like you're catching flies
"Um, Mulder, we've heard rumours that a lot of homeless people have been
disappearing in the poorer parts of the city, near the waterfront. And
when we ran a computer program to try and correlate the incidents, we
found that ninety percent of them occur on nights when the Knights of
Freedom have their meetings".
"It sounds worth a look", Mulder agreed. "Have you any more information
on them?".
Byers looked scared. "Only the not insignificant fact that they claim
that they can summon demons". He glanced at Kulain. "Rumour has it that
you know something about that yourself. Some very odd things have been
happening around you lately".
The dark figure behind Mulder lifted his head, and suddenly three very
frightened Lone Gunmen were staring into slit pupilled, almost reptilian
eyes.
"People who spread my secrets around don't live long enough to ask
questions", he hissed.
Mulder turned, pressing his hands onto Kulain's shoulders. "It's O.K. I
trust them".
"I preferred your paranoia!", he said coldly, pushed Mulder aside on the
couch, and strode out of the door.
"Mulder, you know when I said you were insane?", Frohike said. "Well I
think I was understating the case. A lot!"
"You're probably right", Mulder said, and gave a half rueful smile, "But
the sex is great!"
Damn it Alex, how do you get yourself into these stupid situations?
I'll tell you how! Doing your boss a favour because you feel guilty
about beating him up one time
Dressed in his black leather jacket, and tight jeans, he felt more at
home than in an F.B.I. suit. His gun was concealed in a shoulder holster
under one arm. He was used to moving in the shadows, and his former
career in espionage had brought some benefits. Skinner had taken
advantage of that when he asked Krycek to meet a contact of his, down on
the waterfront. He could think of better things to do at midnight,
mostly involving Mulder and Kulain and some entertaining athletics.
He sank back into the shadows of the alley, as he saw the lights of an
approaching car, which briefly illuminated his corner. The car pulled
up, and an older man climbed out. He had a briefcase in one hand and he
slowly began to pick his way between the piles of rubbish lining the
alley. Krycek moved out to meet him.
The elderly man jumped when he
caught sight of Krycek, then relaxed slightly as Alex asked, "You the
one that called Skinner?"
Amateurs!
"Yes!" the man whispered, though no one was around. "I need him to see
this". And he brandished the briefcase. He pushed it into Alex's hands,
and turned to hurry away.
Oh great! I'm freezing my butt off because Skinner needed a delivery
boy
A strange sound echoed down the alley, like fingernails scratching on a
giant blackboard. He heard the older man cry out in fear. Then a huge,
dark shape filled the other end of the alley, blocking out the dim light
of streetlamps. An impossibly large figure seemed to be walking, if that
was the correct term, down the alley. Except that its' movements were
all wrong. Perhaps slithering would be a better expression. Something
reminded Alex irresistibly of a slug. But they didn't have more than one
set of glowing golden eyes. The figure reached the cowering, paralysed
old man, and there was a hideous scream, mixed with a strange crunching
noise. Then the screaming stopped. That the other noise continued was
more than the terrified agent could take, and he took off at a dead run,
briefcase clutched under one arm, unashamed of his fear at such a
malignant violation of the laws of nature. To his horror, the noises
kept getting closer, and he realised that IT was chasing him, faster
than he could run.
When he stormed out of the Lone Gunmans' office, Kulain had felt a
boiling rage take him. He would never normally allow a human to take the
liberties those fools had. But Mulder's regard was important to him. He
left their car far behind as he strode into the night. Time to take out
his frustrations in the joys of the hunt. To stalk and mete out justice
on one or two of the lesser predators of the night, of which there were
many in a city of ten million people. At least he claimed it was
justice, but in truth he enjoyed the occasional spilling of blood.
Krycek ran until his heart was pounding, and his lungs burned with the
need to draw in air. The thing didn't even seem to notice. He tried to
direct his flagging body towards the imagined safety of the better lit
area of the city, far ahead. He knew he wouldn't make it, even if he
ditched the briefcase, so he held onto it. Perhaps Mulder could use it
to catch his killer.
The thing was less than twenty feet behind him now. As he forced himself
on, the last thing he expected was the sudden pounce from an alley as he
passed. His body was slammed painfully into the wall, held still by the
pressure of a heavy body, and a hand closed over his mouth. Long fingers
pulled the briefcase from the agents' trembling hands and flung it into
the creatures' path.
"Be very still!". A hissed warning in his ear. He didn't really need the
warning. The thing was less than five feet from the entrance to the
alley. Frozen, he stared as the faint illumination of the distant lights
showed him what had been following him. He couldn't even scream, the
fear was so great, and only the pressure of the others' body against his
kept his legs from giving way. The thing was slimy and grey, with
writhing tentacles, lined with eyes and spiny suckers. There was such a
sense of evil, it was hard even to breathe. Then a change in its'
posture, a terrible sense of searching regard as it looked for him. The
others' arms tightened around him painfully, and it seemed as though
darkness flowed around them like a cocoon, hiding them from its' sight.
The thing turned away, and pounced on the briefcase, ripping and tearing
at it, then one tentacle pulled out a small carved figurine made of
green olivine stone. It began to crush the statue between those deadly
tentacles, then an odd darkness, like a shadow passed over it. There was
that noise of torturous screeching and he knew with instinctive
certainty that it had gone.
He let out his breath in a slow hiss, as his rescuers' arms released him
and turned to look at him. Familiar dark eyes gleamed at him. He should
have known. Kulain. He swayed, and would have fallen then if his lover
had not reached out to hold him steady.
"What was it?", he whispered.
"Something from the nether reaches of hell!", came the reply.
Mulder drowsily lifted his head. He had been half reclined on the couch,
waiting for Alex and Kulain to come home. The apartment door opened and
to his surprise, they came in together. Surprise turned to shock when he
saw the condition that Alex was in. He was filthy, and a spectacular
bruise covered his cheek, from where he had hit the wall. He was pale
and unkempt. Kulain abruptly turned and left. Alex sank down onto the
couch and Mulder realised he was shaking uncontrollably in shock. He led
his unresisting lover back to the bedroom, and began to undress him.
Alex stared dully at him, then as Mulder pushed him down onto the bed,
grabbed hold of him. He buried his face in Mulder's chest and his sudden
loud sobs shocked his lover.
Alex clung to Mulder for a long time, just needing the normality of
human contact, Mulder's hands gently stroking his back and shoulders.
"What happened? Alex? Are you O.K.?". The concern was so obvious in his
voice. He shuddered at the memory of IT.
"Hold me tight Fox. Don't leave me alone tonight. And for fucks' sake,
don't switch the light off". Mulder looked surprised at the request, but
gently drew him down onto the bed into a close embrace.
Hours later, Kulain returned to the apartment. He knew now that he was
not the only one of his kind here, but how far that would affect him, he
didn't know. But he knew that the other must be very powerful to control
a servant like the hunter he had seen tonight. It would have taken Alex
without a trace, if he had not hidden his lover from its' gaze. The fact
that another could work in the city and he had not known of it was the
most disturbing thing of all.
Kulain slid into the bed containing his humans. Alex was instantly
awake, his nerves still shattered by his encounter. He moved away from
Mulder, sliding his arms round Kulain's neck, and softly began to kiss
his lover's chest. As strong arms went around him, he sighed, feeling
safe once again. Kulain let his fingers slide down the athletic body,
making small circles with fingertips against the firm belly and thighs.
Alex moaned and his breath quickened. He began to rub himself like a cat
in heat, against Kulain, feeling the erection stir against his belly.
Then he turned in that embrace and began to use his hips in a quite
different motion. Kulain's fingers reached over and retrieved lubricant
from the side of the bed, then he began to slide his fingers gradually
into Alex's willing body. The young human's moans were delicious, Kulain
decided, as was his enthusiasm. He had noticed before that fear seemed
to act as an aphrodisiac on Krycek's body. Mulder stirred at the sounds
of pleasure, then as he realised the condition Alex was in, leaned over
and kissed him deeply. Alex drank in the taste of life and joy from his
lover's mouth
Foxy, I'm still alive. Prove it to me. I need to know they didn't get
me this time
Mulder's lips were carving their own path down Alex's body. He was
finding it difficult to keep himself from flinging him down and urgently
claiming his prize. But then a second stimulation claimed his attention.
The slow welcome pressure of the bigger man behind him, as he slowly
began to slide into Alex's hotness. Then Mulder's mouth found the
sensitive spot on the end of his penis and fireworks began to explode in
his head. Both of them began moving together. How did Mulder know just
when Kulain was going to thrust so that he could slide his mouth down in
that particular way? That was his last conscious thought before his body
bucked in orgasm and he found that he could scream, after all, that
night.
The morning light shining into his eyes woke him, oddly comforting. He
opened his eyes fully, and realised that he was in the warm, secure
tangle of Fox and Kulains' bodies as they lay on either side of him.
Mulder lifted his head and watched him.
"What happened?" he asked again.
"I don't really know, Foxy. One minute I was Skinner's messenger boy,
the next minute I'm running for my life from a monster".
Kulain's hand gently stroked Alex's tousled hair. "Your friends were
right about one thing Mulder. Someone in this city is calling up
creatures from hell, and we're all in danger because of it".
"Even you?" Alex asked hoarsely.
"The Hunter hunted," he said softly.
Now how the hell am I going to tell all of this to Skinner?
The hunt had begun. He and the other would stalk each other now. He
would search the city and seek out the source of dark power. The other
must know it had been thwarted last night, so it's suspicions would be
aroused. Dangerous but exhilarating, the competition for this world.
Skinner had already been informed about his dead contact, by the time
Mulder and Krycek arrived that morning. They were ushered straight into
his office without having to wait for an appointment.
"What the hell happened, Alex? It wasn't exactly a tricky job, bringing
me information from a retired colleague."
"You didn't tell me what he was involved in!", Alex's anger burst out.
"There was a fucking demon after him! God knows what it did to him."
In answer, the D.A. threw a pile of crime scene photos onto the desk.
Mulder's eyes widened, and even the strong stomached Alex felt sick. The
older man's flesh had been stripped from his bones, leaving suit,
wallet, even watch undisturbed.
That nearly happened to me. So much for watching each others backs
"How did you get away, Krycek? And did you find out anything useful?"
In reply, Alex placed the broken remains of the statue on the desk.
"All for this! If Kulain hadn't turned up, this is all that would be
left".
Skinner shook his head in honest confusion. "My friend was a pipeline to a new cult that's sprung up recently. One
with a lot of rich and famous members. He was worried about something he
saw connected with this."
Mulder frowned. "I've had a report of a cult being involved in some
missing person cases. We can take the statue to be checked at the museum
and see if any leads come up. I don't like the feel of this case,
though, if demons are involved."
Skinner stared at him intently. "I thought you had inside knowledge,
Mulder".
He shook his head dejectedly. "I'm sorry. He isn't talking to us at the
moment."
It took about an hour in the depths of the museum, showing various
experts the fragments before the two agents met with any success. An old
professor who specialised in Babylonian studies blinked, owl like, as he
studied the figurine.
"Ah yes, definitely Ugaritic. Olivine basalt, if I'm not mistaken. You
do know that it's a representation of the demon Tiamat. Quite a nasty
figure in mythology really, leader of the demon war against humanity in
the time of the old gods".
"Uh, very interesting, I'm sure Prof, but do you know anyone round here
who collects art like that?", Alex said bluntly.
The old man pursed his lips for a moment, then nodded.
"There's a healthy market for Near Eastern art at the moment. I
understand it's quite the in thing! Most imports to this area would be
through the Chandler Import Warehouse on the Waterfront. They sell to
all the big galleries".
Mulder and Krycek sat in their car, outside the warehouse for a while,
watching the distinct lack of activity.
"I suppose they get big orders shipped in regularly", Mulder said," but
it looks dead at the moment".
"O.K. Mulder, you want to do this official or unofficial?" Alex grinned
slyly at the look of shock on his partner's face. "Have you never broken
in somewhere to get information?"
His partner sighed. "Not as often as you apparently!"
Alex led the way to the back of the building, where they found it
possible to clamber up the fire escape. "This way is usually good", Alex
whispered, and he pulled out a set of lock picks from his pocket.
"You've been carrying those around with you in the bureau building?".
More shock.
"Yeah Foxy. I'm bad!". He ignored the filthy look Mulder gave him and
began to pick the first floor door.
They crept into the building, Alex leading the way. They were in a
corridor next to an empty suite of offices. Mulder slipped into one, and
began to quietly go through the paperwork. Alex went to the end of the
corridor, and carefully peered over the rail into the factory space
stretched out below. As might be expected in an import firm, the place
was full of medium to large packing cases. He silently flattened himself
to the wall, as a man passed through the space below. He headed to a
door in the wall, and in the brief illumination from the interior, Alex
saw a flight of stone steps leading downwards. It was pretty rare to
have a basement, this close to the river. It was probably pretty damp.
A light touch on his arm made him jump. Heart pounding, he turned his
head to see Mulder grinning at him.
Pretty good, Foxy. I'll make an operative of you yet.
"There's a basement", he hissed softly. "Want to check it out Mulder?".
He shrugged.
"We've got this far, lets go the whole way!"
Tell it to me tonight, Foxy!
The two agents crept down to the door, then Mulder pulled it open, and
Alex dashed in. They made their way downwards, and it soon became
obvious that they were in a series of underground rooms. Mulder shivered
at the memories that came rushing in on him. They moved towards the
light at the far end of the hall, and cautiously peered into the dank
room. A group of about twenty people were standing in a loose circle,
with a man standing at its centre. Then from a door at the side of the
room, a pretty young blonde woman emerged, flanked by two of the
toughest guards Mulder had ever seen.
He had read a thousand descriptions of this in his books. A black mass
of some sort. And what was going to happen to the woman.
"We hit paydirt on the first strike, Mulder!", Alex whispered.
"Can't you guess what they're going to do to her Alex! We've got to stop
it!"
Both agents drew their guns.
"You want to do this without backup? It'll be both our funerals if it
goes wrong!". Alex looked worried.
"Wait a minute, then", Mulder said, and pulled out his mobile phone to
make a call. The ceremony in front of them was hotting up, as the young
woman was led to stand before the man in the centre of the circle.
"Backup's going to be too late, Alex. You want them to kill her, and
summon another demon?" Alex shook his head. "Let's do it!"
"Freeze, F.B.I.", Mulder yelled, as he flung himself through the door.
With a resigned sigh, Alex followed. Who did Skinner call the reckless
one?
The cultists turned to stare at them, many looked shocked, others angry.
"Cover them Alex!", Mulder said, and pushed his way into the circle,
carefully keeping out of his partner's line of fire.
"Come on. We wont let them hurt you", he said to the young woman.
Beautiful eyes looked at him in gratitude, and then his arms were full
of trembling flesh as she clung to him in relief and happiness.
He began to back away, towards the entrance to the room, his arm around
her waist, drawing her with him. Then at the door a dark shadow appeared
suddenly.
He was close enough now to sense the edge of the other demon's
thoughts—cruel amusement and the preparation for the kill. It was
poised to strike a new victim. In that brief, unguarded moment of
bloodlust, Kulain saw the face of the target—Mulder!
"Mulder! Don't move!" Kulain's familiar voice sounded at the door. He
risked a glance, and frowned at the grim expression on his lover's face.
"It's O.K. Kulain. I'm coming out now", he said, continuing to edge
slowly away from the cultists.
"Mulder, freeze!!!" The words were more of a snarl than a shout. Kulain
felt the aggressive tension between him and his opponent heighten, and
he stood poised to spring at the other.
Mulder had never heard such fierce emotion in his lover's voice before,
and he found himself automatically obeying. But his next words were
shocking.
"Give her back to them, Mulder!"
"There's no way I'm doing that!" He shouted angrily. "Is this some sort
of demon honour? Everyone gets their own victim?"
"Alex". Kulain spoke softly. "If he doesn't let her go, shoot him!"
Green eyes went wide, looking between his two lovers. Something in
Kulain's face made him pause for a moment. Then he aimed his gun at
Mulder. "Do it Fox!", he said sadly, seeing his partner's disbelief.
Mulder stared at Alex for an eternity, saw the anguish in his face.
"Please", the young man begged, his fingers shaking as they held the gun
on him.
Slowly ,unwillingly, Mulder began to lower his arms. "I'm sorry", he
murmured to the girl. She smiled, reached up a long fingernailed hand,
and brushed it down his cheek, onto his neck.
"So am I," she said, "I was looking forward to eating your liver!".
She gave a little laugh at his shock
"We meet again, Tia", Kulain said coldly. Delicate little feet turned
towards him, a pretty face smiled.
"You really care about these vermin, don't you Kulain? How different
from our last encounter, when the floors of your citadel ran deliciously
red with their blood for weeks." Kulain just watched her warily.
"Dear brother, you've become so boring!" A small scarlet tongue, forked
at the tip, flicked out over ruby lips.
Mulder was frozen in horror, realising the danger he was in. Then he was
aware of a vast searing evil that seemed to blast his soul. In a single
fluid motion, the girl became something else entirely, with golden eyes,
and a vast, serpentine body full of teeth. Agony blossomed across his
left arm as it got in a vicious bite on the way past, and a flick of the
tail dispatched the unfortunate sacrifice, the man in the middle of the
circle. Then she was gone, past Alex and out of the door.
Kulain made no move to follow. Most of the cultists ran screaming in the
other direction, the sudden shock of that demonic encounter being more
than most of them could face. Mulder's legs buckled, and he fell, dizzy
with pain, onto his knees. Kulain moved forward, and slipped his arm
round his collapsed lover, hugging him tightly. Distantly, the sound of
sirens could be heard. Alex fumbled with Mulder's jacket and shirt, and
stared in horror at the huge bloody bite on his forearm.
"You were lucky", Kulain said softly, "she was willing to trade you for
her freedom. And she didn't want to face me today. Otherwise she could
have taken her time killing you. I seem to remember that each nail
carries a different fast acting poison."
More shit to explain to Skinner. Why me? Huh Mulder?
It took an hour in the emergency room for the astonished and fearful
doctor to clean and bandage up the huge bite. Then the three of them
headed back to the office, and an interview with Skinner.
"Let me get this straight. The two of you decide to break in to a
factory, go into a situation where you should have had backup, lost the
main suspect and her cronies. Anything else I should know?"
"Yep", Alex said, "she's Kulain's sister!"
Skinner stared at Kulain. He laughed gently.
"Only in the sense that we are of the same species, Alex". More
amusement as Skinner shook his head at Alex. So mocking sometimes, his
young lover. Which made them perfectly matched.
Alex looked at Mulder in concern. He looked tired and miserable.
Skinner was making sure all of the flak headed their way. Including
about two tonnes of paperwork that had to be done "like yesterday".
Mulder sat despondently at his desk, fiddling with a blue form in
triplicate. Alex stood up, moved behind Mulder and slid his arms around
him.
"C'mon Fox, you need a break. Why don't we go and get a coffee or
something?" He shook his head wearily. "That won't help with all this
paperwork Alex." He rubbed his arm which was beginning to ache.
Another jacket ruined
Kulain reached out and caught his hand. "You couldn't have won against
her, even if you had spotted her immediately. Don't worry about it". The
concern in both faces made Mulder pause.
Maybe I will take a break, then
The three of them walked into the refreshment area. Kulain was aware of
the glances they attracted, he and his two humans. Hostility, fear and
challenge were predominant, and he felt a wave of rage that humans
should dare judge a Lord of the Sith! Tia's treachery had brought home
to him how vulnerable Alex and Mulder were. Perhaps it was time to
change that. To manipulate reality a little.
"The Unholy Trinity", Spender said in an undertone to Scully, as the
three agents walked in. She scowled at him in annoyance.
"Mulder, do you want to join us?" Then she spotted his bandaged arm.
"Mulder, what happened?" He shook his head, not wanting to answer.
"Alex?", she said.
"Would you believe me, Scully, if I said he'd been bitten by a girl who
was really a major Babylonian demon?"
A blistering glance.
"Then I guess I'd better not say that. She was just a pretty girl who
didn't want to be fucked with.
"Alex!" He looked, startled at Kulain. "If you mention her again, I'll
make you regret it".
The quiet anger in Kulain's voice was somehow more terrifying even than
facing the hunter demon had been. His face went white and he fled.
For a moment Mulder sat immobile as well, then he scrutinised his
lover's face. "I don't understand".
A look of regret crossed the beautiful demon face. My self control isn't
good around Tia. We were close once. We chose different paths but I
don't particularly want to kill her."
Was Kulain really giving some sort of apology?
"Let's go home, Mulder. Leave Alex to calm down". Then, when Mulder
hesitated. "I want you Fox!"
A fierce blush.
Manipulation of humans was so easy sometimes. And the rewards were so
delightful
Their lovemaking that night was spectacular. Mulder had lain naked in
the bed, waiting for his lover to exit the shower. Then Kulain had come
to him and immediately begun to kiss him fiercely, sliding his arms
around his lover. Mulder tangled his hands in his lover's dark hair and
pulled him down, so that the strong body was pushing him hard onto the
bed. He wanted it that way, needing the passionate embraces, the hot
rush of pleasure that came with it.
Kulain must have needed to exorcise his violent impulses too, for with
little preparation, he flipped Mulder onto his stomach and pressed his
hot erection against the human's body. He felt a sudden raging hunger
for the young body beneath him, not in human form, but in his true
shape. He shapeshifted, heard Mulder's breath catch as he saw, not just
those erotically talented talons, but the powerful scaled arms that
twined around him. He knew that this form would make the human
instinctively acquiescent, would wake dark lust in him. With scant
regard for his lover's welfare, he thrust into the yielding body beneath
him. Mulder screamed out loud, as pain and pleasure exploded into him.
Arching his body back, the taloned hands closing around his. Kulain's
wild thrusts made the human beneath him sob with ecstasy, the friction
generated by scaled skin sliding across his was exhilarating. And those
incredible, powerful thrusts made him feel so out of control. Kulain
mercilessly bearing down on the wildly enthusiastic human, deliberately
lengthening the period of the human's rapture, until Mulder was
incoherently pleading with him to finish it. Finally, he let the human
reach his orgasm, and released the control he held on his own body,
allowing himself to climax. He sent his seed into Mulder's slick depths.
The human sank against him, utterly exhausted. Then, taking advantage of
Mulder's unguarded state, he poured dark energy into the young body,
altering certain pathways in the brain, and nudging the DNA.
Mulder moaned slightly, dazed eyes opened, staring uncomprehendingly at
the cold black fire that seemed to run across his skin. So Kulain used
the power of his mind to gently trigger the sleep centres of his lover's
brain. Mulder wouldn't remember, of course, but the effects of his
intervention would be significant.
He removed the obsolete bandage from Mulder's arm, studying the newly
healed skin, just one effect of his intrusion. Next, he would have to
take Alex unawares, a more difficult, and arousing, prospect. He did so
enjoy the challenges taming that particular human offered him.
Alex felt a mixture of anger and misery. He had forced himself to go
back to the office and work, trying not to think about his lover's
unexpected reaction. It was almost a relief when Skinner appeared at the
door.
"Another assignment Alex to get you out of my hair. Do you want it?
Oregon!"
"Yeah. I need to get away from here. It's so damn claustrophobic in this
office!"
Hair? Huh!
Chapter 2
She had been forced to flee when her foolish brother had come to the
aid of the humans. Oh the hatred she felt for them! And the two he had
bound to him with ties of flesh and spirit. Those two would be worth
killing! She would have given any price, just to make Kulain angry, so
when a chance came, she took it. She chose a dark ally to advance her
cause.
Alex was distinctly pissed off. Two weeks in the wilds of Oregon,
investigating reports of mysterious lights in the woods round Ashton
Mountain. Normally, that wouldn't be a big deal, but some kid claimed to
have seen a hole open up in the mountainside.
"Goddamit Mulder! You're sending me after the Pied Piper now". His
partner's thoroughness sometimes irritated him. In truth, being away
from home was driving him to distraction.The loneliness of a cold bed,
without the safety Kulain brought, and Mulder's gentle arms. He felt
briefly tempted to pick up some stranger for a night of hot sex, just to
give himself some temporary relief. Being alone at night was making him
so horny.
The plan for that morning was to hike up to Lone Pine Bluff and check
out the scenery. He guessed it should take about half a day. The young
agent was superbly fit and had often hiked in the wilderness before. The
country was fairly rough, but didn't have too bad a reputation for
bears. He had been systematically quartering most of the area around the
mountain, and a few more days should see him finish the investigation.
He started on the long uphill climb, leaving his hire car in a
convenient layby. The mountain rose in a series of parallel ridges, each
higher than the next, up to a high, fractured peak, well over a thousand
feet high, but he didn't intend to go that far. For one thing, he had no
specialised climbing equipment. The kid wasn't exactly sure where he'd
been camping, only that it had been "way below a tall peak". Idiots.
The climb became tougher, as he got higher. He became glad that he had
dressed warmly. Most of the time, in the thin sunshine, he felt
comfortable, but when his course dipped behind one of the sweeping
ridges, he moved into darkly shadowed areas, that seemed bone chillingly
cold, in comparison. He stopped, panting, at the top of a particularly
steep ridge and turned to look out over the countryside that stretched
below him. In the late November air, he could see the last dying
remnants of fiery Autumn colour.
His head whirled at the sound of pebbles rattling on the side of the
bluff, about 50 feet uphill. Something dark was moving in the pine
trees. Instinctively he ducked down, and watched as the figure slowly
moved downhill., keeping in the most shadowed areas of the trees. Down
into the shadow of the ridge he crouched on. It didn't look like a bear.
Twisting awkwardly, he fumbled the backpack off his shoulder and pulled
out his handgun. Then quickly following, running along the top of the
ridge, watching the figure below him. It seemed to move into an area of
deeper shadow, then disappeared. And the ground heaved under him,
knocking him off his feet. There was a strange screeching noise in the
air, hauntingly familiar, its tone rising higher and higher so that
within a few seconds it was out of the range of human hearing.
There WAS something going on here! Carefully he began to move towards
the cleft in the rock, where the thing had disappeared. Close up, there
was no sign of anything unusual. Just a blank wall of bare, cream
coloured rock. He reached out to touch the rock with his left hand.
Contact.
Light flared then, and the ground bucked again. An unbelievable pain in
his arm. An irresistible pull forwards, he was falling towards the rock.
Then a shock of heat across his whole body as he fell through the rock.
Falling, falling down into the darkness. He screamed in terror. Then he
fell through a rainbow of light and he landed on a sandy floor, his
breath exploding in a whuff of air at the impact.
Dazed, he lifted his head, staring around him. Somewhere in that
terrible transition , he had lost his grip on his gun. He lay in a
narrow passageway that stretched off into the almost darkness. The rocky
sides of the passage were no longer creamy limestone, but were an iron
rich red, sandstone like rock. The flickering of light somewhere down
the passage gave him the distinct impression that he was in a giant
gullet.
Oh great, now I'm doing deep throat from the inside
Well, at least it was pretty warm.
A clattering noise somewhere in front of him.
He didn't seem to have a choice about which way to go, so he set off
towards the sound. He certainly couldn't leave the way he had come in.
There was no sign of an entrance. He followed the passage towards the
distant flickering light. Perhaps it was daylight.
Sure Alex, maybe I'm even in Kansas
Then turned the corner and found himself in a vast cavern.
He felt as if his heart had stopped. He whimpered deep in his throat and
found his back hard against the rock behind him. At least a hundred
pairs of eyes had turned to stare at the intruder. And the owners of
those eyes looked like demons! Angry ones! Terror flooded his mind and
instinct took over He tried to turn and run, but even with his
exceptionally fast reflexes, he had no chance. Two of them moving over
the rock like spiders, over his head, to drop down in front of him. He
staggered back, then his arms were seized, and he was slammed against
the rock. Agony briefly made his vision dim, as a projection of rock
smacked against his side. The pain told him he had broken at least one
rib. Then he was being dragged forward, and pushed savagely down.
Impacting with the floor at the front of the cavern, in front of a huge
demon whose skin shone green-gold. Topaz eyes regarded him coldly. One
of the other demons ground his cheek into the dirt with the pressure of
a foot against his head.
"Bow down, human, before the Lord Nazath".
Oh god! someone please help me! please..
The big demon reached down with one hugely muscled arm, and gripped his
hair firmly. Lifting him excruciatingly. Desperately, he tried to claw
with his left hand at the imprisoning fist.
With a hiss of recognition, the creature let go. He fell to his knees,
doubled over, clutching the agony in his side. A wave of pain swept over
him. His vision dimmed. Somewhere he heard a voice dark with laughter.
"So, finally our brother Kulain has made a mistake. Letting his servant
come near us! He should have known Tiamat would warn us ". Hissing
laughter all around him. "Look after this one VERY well". Then the pain
in his chest overwhelmed him and mercifully, Alex fainted.
Kulain felt uneasy. Normally it was easy for him to reach out and touch
his young lovers minds. He could feel Mulder now, sleeping quietly on
his couch in front of the T.V. The agent was dreaming some odd dream
about Alex and chocolate. Rather puzzling. But then he rarely showed an
interest in human delicacies. But Alex? Earlier, he had felt the distant
touch of physical exertion from the young man's mind. But now there was
an odd blankness. As if he wasn't there any more, which should be
impossible.
Mulder woke, and yawned hugely. Then sat up. Kulain sat on the edge of
the couch next to him and the human slid his fingers round Kulain,
resting his head against his lover's strong back.
"Alex called?" he murmured sleepily. Kulain shook his head.
"I wish he'd remember his responsibilities", Mulder sighed. "I guess
he's still mad at you".
Kulain decided he needed to take his mind off his uneasiness. Alex,
being Alex, usually turned up with some excuse. He turned and pulled
Mulder towards him, so that the human ended up sitting on his lap. Eager
to play this particular game, Fox straddled his lover, wrapping his legs
round the strongly muscled torso. He twined his arms around Kulain's
neck and began to kiss him. He began a delicious bout of rubbing himself
against Kulain, hard already. He pressed himself tightly against the
bigger man. Grinding himself against Kulain's powerful cock. Mulder
began to pull at Kulain's clothing, urgently loosening the buttons.
Kulain's hands pulling the turtleneck he wore over his head. Awkwardly
fumbling with his pants. Finally, none too soon, both of them were
naked. Mulder lowered his tongue to his lover's big cock, licking it
all over, rubbing the precum over the big shaft. He turned in Kulain's
lap and his lover's fingers began to work at his tight opening. Thrusting himself back onto those expertly applied fingers eagerly. Two
fingers worked their way inside him, raking his prostrate. Fire. Crying
out with the urgency of his need, he lowered himself onto that beautiful
upraised cock in Kulain's lap. Kulain sank back against the couch,
Mulder in his lap, moving himself up and down, impaled. Kulain's hands
clutched at his shoulders. Then, overwhelmed, he came. Tight muscles
gripped Kulain's cock and with a groan, he spurted endlessly into the
white hot depths. Mulder fell back against him, breathing hard.
The phone rang.
Mulder groaned. "Shit! Oh shit!"
Kulain's hand reached back, fumbling for the handset. Then passed it to
a panting Mulder.
" Er. Mulder here". He listened. Kulain felt his sudden stillness. Then
he pulled away from Kulain, sitting upright. Kept listening. Turned to
Kulain, his face pale.
"Alex is missing! They found his car an hour ago, when he didn't check
back with the local police. They think he's had an accident on the
mountain.
It was the pain in his side, a slow nagging ache, that woke Alex. Slowly
coming to awareness. His left arm was stretched out uncomfortably above
him. Bewildered, he lifted his head. His arm was shackled to the side of
a huge stone chair, his body dumped unceremoniously on the floor next to
it. This wasn't the cavern he'd been in before, but a smaller room. It
reeked of luxury. Soft, muted colours of expensive Indian rugs. Silk
draperies. A brazier burned in the centre of the room, giving light and
burning sweet smelling incense. He pulled at the restraint, but he could
tell it was hopeless. The thing was two inches wide, and made of thick
iron, welded to a chain that emerged from the armrest of the chair.
"My pet!" A coldly amused voice. The golden eyed demon strode into the
room, flopped his body into the chair. Reached out to stroke Alex's
hair. He jerked away, and the demon caught at the end of the chain
nearest him, yanking Alex towards him.
"You can't go anywhere, little one". Laughter. "So you're Kulain's
little lover. Won't he be angry when he finds out what's happened to
you!"
Alex closed his eyes as the demon, so gently, passed a meaty hand across
his hair. Revulsion filled him at the somehow nauseating touch.
"You know Kulain?", he whispered. Stillness. He caught his breath as a
demon face leaned above him.
"He is the enemy of my blood. I live to kill him. To destroy everything
that gives him pleasure". A sudden evil smile.
"He'll come after you, little one. Then he'll pay."
The fingers tightened in his hair, and his tormentor hissed the words.
"And don't speak, human. Your babbling offends me!".
Nazath slammed the human's forehead against the stone edge of the chair.
Letting the unconscious body fall, he smiled and began to plan.
He moaned. Pain was a constant, hammering against his nerve ends. Pain
from a dozen different places across his battered body. His mind
wouldn't seem to focus. Something was wrong, but instinctively, his mind
shied away from it. He just tried to curl his body up protectively,
huddled against a hard surface behind him. If only the pain would go
away, maybe everything would be alright. But deep down he knew it
wasn't.
Mulder was becoming increasingly uneasy. Alex may be irresponsible, but
he was generally pretty good at staying in contact. Though he often
pretended otherwise, he loved Mulder, and relied on him a lot for
emotional support. Something had to have happened. When he had suggested
to Kulain that they leave for the airport, his lover hadn't shown any
amusement at his anxiety, but had quietly nodded, and began to prepare
for the journey. That was probably the most disturbing aspect of the
situation, if HE was worried.
When they checked in at the airport, they found that the next plane to
depart for the Pacific north—west was at midnight. There were no
economy seats left, so the two agents had to sit at the front of the
aircraft in the first class cabin. It was a little more than Mulder
could afford, but to his surprise, Kulain had produced a gold credit
card. The defence work he occasionally did for the government paid well.
Mulder leaned back in the seat, his long legs stretched out in front of
him. He'd tried Alex's hotel a couple of times on his mobile phone, but
there was still no sign of the young agent. The word was that the local
search and rescue squad was gearing up. He felt sick to the pit of his
stomach.
Kulain looked at him with concern. Then he reached over and slid his arm
round Mulder, drawing him close. For once, he didn't care what people
thought. He leaned into the warmth of the embrace, resting his head on
Kulain's shoulder. The pretty young stewardess came along the aisle and
turned to give them refreshments. Her mouth opened in an "O" of
surprise, then she grinned and winked at Kulain. Gradually, the motion
of the aircraft began to relax him and he drowsed against his lover's
comfortable body.
Alex leaned his head back against the side of the stone throne. The
coolness seemed to help the throbbing pain in his head, though he could
feel the dried blood on his forehead, where it had been gashed by the
sharp stone edge. As long as he didn't try to move too much, he could
minimise the discomfort.
The big demon entered the room, followed by half a dozen lackeys. Alex
sat very still, not wanting to draw attention to himself. But the demons
were obviously preoccupied. One of them began shouting and gesticulating
at Nazath, who casually backhanded the smaller creature. With a hiss of
rage, he turned and stormed to his throne, hatred burning in his eyes.
Then his gaze fell on the young human. A look of unutterable contempt
crossed the cruel face.
"How could he feel pleasure with you? Filth!". His nose wrinkling in
disgust, the demon scowled.
"He's coming here for you, as we knew he would".
Alex felt a wave of hope. Though Kulain had been irritated with the
young human, somehow Alex never doubted that Kulain would defend him.
"Yeah!", Alex whispered, "He'll kick your ass!"
The demon's eyes went incandescent with rage. He reached out, caught the
human's arm and bent his wrist back savagely until it snapped! Alex
screamed in torment, the fresh pain tipping him over the edge. He felt
himself falling into the comforting darkness.
The demon smiled then, the human's pain was delicious. Then decisively,
he turned to his minions. "Send a demon to intercept him. Delay his
approach here. Hurt him!".
The seatbelt light chimed on the wall in front of Mulder. Stirring
himself, he fumbled with the belt. Then he nudged Kulain softly in the
ribs with an elbow.
"Do up your seatbelt, they'll come and check!". Kulain's lip curled in
contempt.
Then the Captain's voice came over the intercom. She warned them that
they were moving into an area of stormy weather, there may be some
turbulence. She was right. As the flight went on, the plane began to
shudder and heave as it entered the storm. Mulder shivered. If Alex was
out, injured in this kind of weather.
There was an explosion of fire as lightning struck the plane. An
electrical discharge arced impossibly across the passenger compartment.
Kulain out of his seat with a roar of rage, lunging forward. Then there
were two of them, Kulain and a demon, struggling , wrestling each other
in the centre of the compartment. Teeth and claws whirled as they
attacked each other. The passengers began to scream and the little
stewardess cowered in terror. Kulain pushed the demon away with a feral
growl, then drew his hand back. Darkness leapt from his hand, striking,
impaling the other demon. With a shriek, the creature dived away, struck
the cabin wall, then chaos erupted. The demon flung itself through
the thin aluminium skin in its eagerness to escape Kulain's wrath.
Explosive decompression!
The plane began to fall, and Mulder could only cling helpless to his
seat. Gradually, the plane began to level out, as the pilot valiantly
struggled to bring her aircraft under control. Kulain stood, impossibly
unmoved by the rush of air, staring at the rip in the planes' skin.
Mulder felt himself begin to breath again. But the damage was so
extensive that the plane had to divert to a nearer airport. A delay of
hours in getting to Oregon. Mulder felt the tears of frustration running
down his face. Then abruptly, it dawned on him what had just happened.
They had been deliberately attacked. Kulain's rage was evident.
"Demons!". He hissed the word. Seeing Mulder had failed to grasp the
reason for his anger, he seemed to hesitate momentarily. Then, "If they
are involved, then Alex is in real trouble. He's not lost in the hills!"
He stared at Mulder's white face.
"I know the hand of my enemy in this!"
Stupid Alex .. Stupid. Stupid. Why did you have to open your mouth!
'Lane, where are you?
Another pain to add to an already long list. He cradled his injured arm
against him, shivering. He could feel his body going into shock at last.
He felt so scared by now. He doubted if this demon would let him live
long enough for Kulain to reach him. Thirst and hunger were also
beginning to nag at him.
"Psst!". He looked around. "Psst!". A small figure jumped onto the
chair, level with his head. A tiny demon, about the size of a small
monkey, sitting staring at him with whirling green eyes.
"You belong to him? To Kulain?", a whispered question.
"Sure I do! Why the hell not?", Alex muttered miserably.
"The Dark Lords fight", the little creature squeaked. "Lord Nazath is
very angry".
Alex laughed sarcastically.
"Well, I really do bleed for him!", he said , with a ghost of his old
humour.
A conspiratorial grin settled over the small demon's face.
"If the Lord Kulain wins, you tell him I help you. 'S good to have great
lords' favour".
Alex found himself remembering what Mulder had said. Demons loved
deceit, which is why Kulain did so well in the F.B.I.
He shrugged. "Sure I will, if you can get me food and water". He pulled
at the chain. "I don't suppose you can do anything about this?"
It shook its head. One link of the chain was as big as its head so it
was probably asking too much of the little imp. It scampered off.
He heard a commotion in the distance, coming closer. Warily, he backed
up as hard as he could into the corner. Nazath came in, enraged. A
second demon, staggering, collapsed on the expensive Persian carpet.
From the look of his body, this one had fought long and hard. His body
had been viciously torn open in at least a dozen places.
Alex did his best to hide his grin. He had more sense now than to open
his mouth.
Kick his butt, Kulain
Then he sensed golden eyes on him. A twitch of a talon and two smaller
demons were on him, ripping and tearing at his clothes, shredding them
from his body. Their mocking laughter made him feel so lost and
vulnerable. Leaving him lying naked, shaking on the floor, his body
shivering with more than the cold.
Chapter 3
Mulder and his partner Kulain were desperately trying to get to
backwoods Oregon to rescue their partner and lover, Alex Krycek, when
they had to thwart a demon attack. Kulain regarded this world as his,
and he would kill any demon or human who tried to challenge him.
The storm seemed to get worse, rather than better. There was a gale
howling outside as their plane finally landed in Oregon, after long
delays. Amazing what nonsense people chose to believe about a
supernatural attack, especially if government agents were involved.
National security and all that. It was just starting to snow when they
arrived in the early morning at Alex's hotel.
As they got out of the car, Kulain sniffed the air.
"They're close". He could feel the ambient power tugging like sandpaper
against his skin.
"There's too much power here for just one demon. Can you feel it?" And
Mulder could feel a pressure in the air, like an incipient headache.
Then the prickle of energy flared. Light, like an aurora borealis
flashed across the sky.
"Sheet lightning?", Mulder said.
"No!". Kulain's voice was grim. "A gate between our worlds!"
Alex drifted in an uneasy sleep.
Kulain's fingers drifted in a sweet, soft caress down his back, drifted
lower, rubbing between his thighs. He moaned. It had been so long. He
felt himself becoming aroused. Leaning back against Kulain, he began to
spread his legs for his lover, rubbing himself against that exploring
hand as it began to slide into his yearning body.
A sudden ear splitting screech.
Gasping, he came awake. With a roar of rage, Nazath slammed his hand at
the small figure of an imp, just disappearing round the corner. And Alex
realised exactly how close he'd come to letting that bastard, Nazath
have him. Enraged, the demon lowered it's face to stare directly into
the frightened human's eyes.
"You'll serve me sooner or later. I can make life more pleasant for you,
little one. But if I have to wait until Kulain is dead, then you'll
spread yourself wide for every demon here who wants you".
Kulain! Where are you? Please. I can't stand much more of this.
The demon lord strode off, scowling. Small sniggering noises came from
behind a satin curtain. The imp popped it's head up near Alex.
"Not good for you to serve Nazath! I made him plenty mad. Now he's horny
so he'll go away. Kill something!". More laughter. Then the little imp
tossed him a rather stale loaf and a bottle of cola. An awful choice,
but it tasted like ambrosia.
"Thanks. The thought of him touching me..." The imp, still chuckling,
scampered off.
I won't think about it. I'd die first!
"Mulder! There's no way you could tackle a demon! You've faced one
before. Remember?". Kulain shook his head.
He did remember, the first time he had seen Kulain. The awesome power
surrounding him, the incredible personal magnetism that could weave its
way under a human's skin so subtly that you wouldn't know you were
captured until you bent over and spread your legs"
"You never did tell me how to kill a demon, Kulain". His eyes narrowed,
but Mulder noticed the twinkle of humour in his eyes. Kulain was coming
closer to humanity every day. Well some days, anyway.
"Have you got a sword then, Fox? Cold steel is a common and popular
solution". Mulder looked at him, askance.
"It's not something I can fit in my trouser pocket easily!".
"Claws are better anyway", Kulain said smugly.
By midday, they were well on the way to the mountain. Mulder had refused
to let his one remaining lover out of his sight, arguing that he would
feel like dying anyway if he ended up alone. A momentary look of despair
and anguish crossed his face, and almost unconsciously, his fists
clenched, driving nails deep into palms. He refused to let Kulain out of
his sight. While Kulain had distracted the local sheriff, Mulder had
stolen a large machete from their crime museum.
"I'd better have this thing in my belt for a good reason. Do you know
where you're going?".
A smile. "Oh yes. Gates affect the weather, so you just follow the
storm".
Which was of course on the mountain. The going was quite tough as they
slowly climbed upwards. The bad weather had trailed off a little for
now, but the low clouds were threatening, and a light dusting of snow
had made the climb more hazardous, as the rocks were glazed with ice.
Kulain seemed to be guided unerringly towards a spot high in the hills. Climbing over a ridge and down the other side, moving towards a darker
area of the cliff face.
"This is it!", Mulder exclaimed, but stopped when Kulain raised a
warning finger.
"There!". He pointed. "Leave your backpack here, you need to be able to
move freely when we pass over". He did as he was told. Gripped the
machete with both hands.
"Mulder, you haven't seen me in my true form for a long time. Can you
take it, or are you going to freak out?". Mulder's look was fierce.
"You've never hurt me! And you know how I feel about Alex! Nothing's
going to get in my way. Just get on with it".
He shifted. And in a way he was right. Mulder had forgotten how
terrifying his presence was in that form, the magnetic sensuality that
sent a wave of dark lust through his body. Familiar eyes watched him. He
shivered, then reached out, laying his hand on the inhuman flesh.
"I've always known what you were, and I've always loved you! Lets kick
ass!". He grinned fiercely into gleaming eyes, and they moved towards
the Gate.
The human cut a pathetic figure. He was covered with bruises and dozens
of small cuts. The most obvious injuries were a spectacular hand sized
bruise on his naked side and a similar one on his forehead. He huddled
miserably against the demon lord's throne. Tracks of tears cut a trail
through the dirt on his young face and he cradled his visibly damaged
wrist carefully.
The Lord Nazath stared at the huddled, unseeing human who was sunk in
misery by his side. He felt an odd mixture of lust and rage. Not that
young human men were particularly to his taste, but the idea of
possessing something belonging to Kulain, taking it away from him was
exciting. He reached out slowly with one hand and tilted up the young
human's chin so he was staring into its fearful green eyes. He wore a
wolflike smile.. The human shrank back, so he pulled it closer, using
the chain round it's wrist. It feebly attempted to claw at him, using
the pathetic claws on the arm Kulain had given it. He backhanded it
casually, and lowered his lips to taste the blood running down from the
human's cut lips. A wave of hot lust filled the demon. He began to force
the young human's head towards his newly burgeoning erection.
No. Please... Kulain... Help me...(whimper)
A low subterranean rumble, echoing through the cavern. A noise like a
thousand lost souls wailing in torment. Nazath jerked his head up. He
shoved the human away, rose to his feet and howled a name in rage.
"Kulain!". And bellowed to his servants to prepare themselves for their
enemies' arrival.
The little imp watched the demon lord storming in rage at his
subordinates. While Nazath's attention was elsewhere the little demon
crept close to the captured human. He was sobbing wretchedly, shrunk
into the angle between the throne and the wall behind. Running along a
ledge next to the human's head, it grabbed a lock of hair and tugged
repeatedly. Alex lifted his head slowly. There was little defiance in
the cowering eyes, only misery and dread.
"You felt the gate?. It hissed at him. The human nodded.
"What will Nazath do?". The imp shrugged, an oddly human gesture.
"He'll challenge Kulain. He thinks he is strong enough to win".
"Is he?". Fear in that question. The imp frowned. "No way he'll beat
Kulain unless he's very sly. Very deceitful. You are Kulain's weakness.
He'll hurt you".
"Don't go! Bring me a weapon if you can, something sharp"
The little imp
shook its head. "No use against the Lord Nazath! You can't even hold it
properly". It stared at his wrists, one snapped and the other severely
bruised by the metal cuff.
"It's not for that...". And a fresh tear ran down his cheek. The imp
shook its head doubtfully and scuttled off into the darkness.
If he tries to use me to hurt Kulain... If he tries to take me
again... I'll kill myself... Oh Fox, I'm so sorry...
Rainbow light shimmered in the middle of the rock wall. Instinctively,
Mulder gripped Kulain's arm as they stepped through the shimmering
curtain. A sense of dislocation wrenched at his stomach, a sensation of
falling and moving forward at the same time. Then they were through.
Kulain breathed the air in deeply, in the cavern where the gate exited.
Felt the power of this place and the presence of its guardians on an
almost instinctive level. Even as Mulder watched, he seemed to expand,
his greenish skin was suddenly glittering as if being here enhanced him
somehow. The eyes that looked around the cavern were suddenly black inky
shadows that made him shiver in apprehension. He was unaware of the
darkness that flared in his own eyes, in response to his lover.
The two demons stepped out in front of them. Both were as big as Kulain,
and they immediately launched a simultaneous assault on Kulain, ripping
and tearing with their claws and teeth. Mulder shrank back behind Kulain
the instant they appeared, but both appeared to consider him no threat.
Then movement caught his eye, and he saw a smaller demon clinging to the
low roof, crawling towards them. With all his strength, he stabbed
upwards with the machete, impaling the demon. And leapt back as a flood
of ichor sprayed downwards, spattering across his parka. A single drop
on his hand burned like acid. He quickly ripped off the jacket before it
could eat through the fabric onto his skin. The steel blade he carried
seemed unaffected. Kulain found it comparatively easy to deal with the
two guards. Using talons and immense strength, he broke one over his
knee and smashed the other to pulp with his fists.
Turning to Mulder, he gestured to his lover, and they moved quickly and
quietly down the tunnel. Kulain held up a finger in warning, then
flattened himself against the tunnel wall, as they came to a big cavern.
He stared out into the dark cave, seeming not to be bothered by the
darkness. His eyes seemed almost luminously green. As they went forward,
through endless tunnels and caverns, Mulder became increasingly worried.
No sign of any other living thing, not even a demon.
"Where are they all?", he whispered.
Kulain's eyes narrowed. "There is a gathering place ahead. Nazath likes
a show. He'll meet us there, I think".
Alex was seized roughly, before he even had time to react. Nazath, with
huge strength, had simply yanked the chain out of its rock anchor. Now
the young human was being dragged along cruelly. The pain of his already
abused body, as he was driven towards the gathering place was agonizing.
Finally he was tugged onto a platform about twenty feet above the
ground, surrounded by over a thousand silent demons. Many were
humanlike, but some resembled gargoyles, with huge, leathery wings
folded close to their bodies. The spider demons he had encountered
before were clinging to the walls. And there were at least a dozen
different types, some terrifying. Nazath sank down onto a throne above
all the other demons. Subtle visual effects were not his forte. He
yanked Alex towards him. The human fought feebly against the inhuman
strength. He was seized effortlessly and placed like a doll on the demon
lord's lap. Immensely strong arms came round him, cruelly tight, in a
vile mockery of Kulain's affection.
There was a stir at one side of the cavern, and Kulain stepped out from
the side tunnel, with Mulder at his side. Alex felt his heart leap in a
pathetic flicker of hope. They had come for him, risking everything. The
demon crowd parted on either side of the two figures, making a corridor
down which they approached. Many growled in menace.
Mulder shivered, some places weren't meant for humankind.
Kulain looked at Alex, no emotion showing on his face. Mulder gasped in
shock. Alex was shivering, naked, on the lap of the biggest demon he had
ever seen. His face was battered almost beyond recognition, and he had
obviously been viciously mistreated. Nazath smiled.
"Well, Kulain, you came. I knew you would want your human servant back".
He smiled. "Shall I take him in front of you?". He began to rub himself
against the whimpering human.
Kulain laughed. Both humans stared at him in shock.
"You made an error, Nazath. He's not my human servant, the key to my
power". He snaked an arm around Mulder's waist. "This one is! The first
one I bound to me! That is our law!
Mulder gaped in shock.
"Shall I prove it?'
And Mulder felt the burning heat of love and lust and a thousand
different emotions boil out of him, linking him to his lover. And black
fire crawled along his skin as the part of him that answered to Kulain
reacted to his summons. Following the command to show its true nature.
He was falling. The watchers saw the light abruptly withdraw, leaping to
Kulain's outstretched hand, leaving the human lying dazed on the floor.
It had seemed to take the very marrow of his bones with it when it
vanished, he could barely move, for he felt so drained.
With a cry of rage, Nazath flung his human captive across the dais.
Lunging for Kulain, the two of them instantly in a boiling tangle of
limbs, ripping and tearing at each other, in a frenzy.
Mulder dizzily stood up, shaking his head to try and clear it, then he
remembered his lover. He began to push his way through the crowd of
demons, whose attention was all on the fight.
Bending down, he slid his arms around the injured man, raising his head
gently. Green eyes watched him.
"Mulder?" Alex looked into familiar hazel eyes. Then clung to him, so
pathetically weak. Mulder kissed the younger man on the top of his head,
the rest of his face was so battered... He tried to lift Alex, but a
desperate whimper made him stop.
"Bust a couple of ribs, at least", he whispered. Then, "It's so good to
see you again... Mulder, if Kulain loses... kill me, please!".
Mulder's eyes filled with shock. Then comprehension showed in his face.
"Don't worry love. If we have to, we'll go together. Do you think I'd
let you go anywhere ever again without me..." A tear ran down his cheek.
They clung together, watching the fighting demons.
With a bellow of rage, Nazath arched his talons downward, almost too
fast for the humans to see, aiming for Kulain's eyes. Their lover's arm
punched upwards, through his opponent's chest, and a huge fireball of
energy erupted around the two demons. The crowd of watchers surged
forward.
Sudden dead silence.
Alex's hand caught Mulder's, pressing against him, trembling.
And Kulain walked through the crowd of demons, a satisfied look on his
inhuman face. Mulder let out a slow sigh, then looked at the limp body
he held. The moment he had seen Kulain, Alex had fainted, his overtaxed
body finally shutting down
Kulain looked at the two huddled figures at his feet. He reached down
and tenderly stroked Mulder's forehead. Then he gently touched Alex. A
look of such sadness passed across his face. Black light shimmered along
his arm, seeming to bathe the human in its radiance. Sinking into his
skin. Soothing away his worst injuries, bones lengthening and
straightening, whole once again. Though he still looked bruised, colour
seemed to flood back into his white face. Mulder gasped in awe.
'That's not possible!", he whispered. Then his lover smiled.
"You'd be surprised at what I can do, Mulder".
Kulain lifted the limp young body and carried it to a small room nearby.
He gently smoothed the hair away from his lover's forehead and kissed
the still bruised skin. Then he carefully laid the human down on a pile
of exotic furs.
"Mulder, I have some business to take care of. Stay here with him,
you're safe here. I may be a long time, but I will come back for you."
As if he was some business man dealing with a corporate take over!
Mulder nodded.
"Be careful. I need you back in one piece. Someone has to explain all
this to Skinner!"
Left alone with his lover. Tenderly, he pulled one of the furs over that
naked body, then slid, naked underneath it too. He nestled in close to
Alex, slipping his arms round that familiar body. Alex, with a small
questioning noise in his throat, stirred restlessly.
"Shhh, love. It's just me. I'll keep the demons away tonight", he
murmured reassuringly. With a small sigh, his lover relaxed against
him, burrowing into the familiar contours of his body. And slept
properly for the first time since his abuse had begun.
Mulder had intended to stay awake, but the exhausting events of the past
few days had taken their toll. He slid into a deep dreamless sleep. And
awoke suddenly, as some wrongness intruded on his consciousness. Alex
was in the throes of a nightmare. Struggling blindly, incoherently, to
escape some traumatic night terror,
"No, Alex. It's alright". Shaking the young human until he came awake
in a long, shuddering gasp. For a moment he looked desperately lost and
alone, then Mulder was holding him tight, whispering his name over and
over again. Alex clung to him, like a drowning man, and began to cry in
wretched anguish, his heaving sobs wrenching at his whole body. Mulder
just held him as the young mans' grief went on and on. He began to
soothe Alex, stroking his hair, giving him small kisses, murmuring sweet
nonsense. Gradually some part of his loving embrace seemed to comfort
the terror and misery, and Alex's body began to slowly relax.
He lifted up his head, and stared into his lover's eyes, drinking in the
sight of the man he thought he would never see again. The man who'd been
prepared to die for him. And kissed him with all the strength in his
bruised body. Mulder's fingers tightened in Alex's hair, returning the
kiss just as fiercely. Then with surprising strength, Alex pushed Mulder
back onto the luxuriant furs that lined the makeshift bed, rolling on
top of him, enjoying the voluptuous sensation of fur sliding across bare
skin, and leaned down to capture that mouth in another honeyed kiss.
Alex felt his body begin to react to Mulder, his cock, beginning to
stir. It seemed like forever since they had lain together, their bodies
entwined. A wave of need filled him and he began to rub his body against
Mulder's. His lover's body began to react to him just as hungrily, then
they were devouring each others bodies with ravenous kisses. Sex and
death, as always an aphrodisiac.
Alex slid under the furs, letting his kisses run the length of his
lover's body, then moving upwards again to find Mulder's upraised cock.
He let his tongue run the length of it, licking and sucking at the balls
beneath. Mulder arched upwards in abandon, then a gasping cry burst out
of him as Alex swallowed the full length of it. The hot tight moistness
was bringing him to the edge. Alex's hand at the base of his shaft as he
drew back. Not letting him lose himself yet.
"I want to look into your eyes when I'm inside you..", a gasped plea.
Mulder lifted his legs, positioning himself for his lover's entrance.
Alex needed so much to be in control this time, after such helplessness.
Alex's fingers slipping inside him rubbing and stroking. Heat flaring
inside him, he felt as though he were white hot.
Memory of Kulain touching him. Fire surging across his skin as the
demon's power had spilled through him. Love. Lust. The essence of life
The love between him and Alex, just as strong, but different, more
equal
Alex lubricating himself, then sliding inside him. Such tight closeness.
Fox, so close to you. So intimate
Moving their bodies together, in increasingly passionate friction, Long
downward strokes meeting urgent upward thrusts. Slow at first, becoming
harder and faster. Fingers gripping each other in a death like grip.
NEVER APART NEVER AGAIN I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE YOU
They reached a peak together.
Wild crescendo. Orchestra playing crashing music. Waves on the shore.
Explosion of light, sound, emotion. The wildest, longest and most
explosive orgasm each had ever known. For a moment, it was as if black
fire wrapped them in its' embrace, though neither was in a position to
notice.
Slowing heartbeats, soothing kisses, warmth of two bodies entwined.
Alex rested his head on Mulder's chest, dreamily enjoying the feel of
arms around him. Mulder lightly kissed his forehead again. A sound of
footsteps in the tunnel outside made both men suddenly tense up. Alex
gasped, and for a moment, a shadow of terror crossed his face. The
sounds came closer, and Kulain entered the small room. He smiled down at
his two young humans. And all the tension between Kulain and his wayward
lover vanished. Then his arms were full of a naked Alex and a moment
later they were in a devastating three way embrace that went on and on
for an eternity.
"Would you like to see what it's all about?". With a mysterious smile,
Kulain gestured to them. Mulder grabbed at his clothes, but Alex just
grabbed at a large golden furred pelt and unconsciously sensual,
wrapped it around himself. Kulain led the way through a maze of caverns.
Into a cavern vaster than anything either human had ever seen.
"This is definitely not Kansas Mulder!". His partner grimaced, but he
couldn't refute the statement. The cavern was so vast that somewhere far
above, clouds were gathering. From the viewpoint they were standing on,
they couldn't even see the far edge of the cavern so it must be at least
fifty miles away. The distant depths were hidden by a blue haze. It was
as bright as daylight, from the strangest source of illumination either
men had ever seen. It was a vast spinning geometric shape in the centre
of the cavern, that seemed to change even as they watched it. The light
from the glowing shape was impossibly, black! Or at least that's how
human minds perceived it. The shape had to be at least half the size of
the cavern around it. Smaller lights seemed to spin around the shape,
millions of them, of all colours, some defying description. It was an
awesome and terrifying sight.
"The Sith!". Kulain's voice was soft. "The source of all the gates in
the universe. Placed here so that it would be guarded from all
interference by the demons". His eyes seemed to glow, and for a moment,
seemed to more than reflect that strange light. "No human has ever
looked on it before". He began to walk down into the cavern, and
gestured for the two to follow. Mulder swallowed. He trusted Kulain, but
this!
As they walked onto the floor of the cavern, a humming noise seemed to
resonate through their bones. Alex gasped and shook his head. Kulain
stopped. He reached out his hand and black light seemed to spill down
over it. Something forming in the palm of his hand, a tiny spinning
geometric shape, curiously similar to its giant brother. It split
itself, almost organically, into two and Kulain reached out to his
humans. Touched each shape to the tiny gold earring each wore as a
symbol of their partnership. A flash of darkness that seemed to travel
through skin and bone.
Nothingness.
Alex raised his head sleepily. He was lying entwined on the bed in
Mulder's apartment, with a very naked, sleeping lover. Hadn't he been
doing something with Kulain? He shook his head. Somehow he had been
walking in the wilds of Oregon, looking for...? And now he was here,
with no clear memory of how he got home. The only image that he could
come up with, no matter how much he wracked his brains was..Dorothy in
Kansas?
Mulder stirred, blinked and opened his eyes. Alex was sitting on the
edge of the bed, shaking his head. Mulder felt vaguely uneasy. He
couldn't seem to remember Alex getting home, though somewhere inside him
he could remember lying on...? Furs...? While Alex looked into his eyes
lovingly. He looked at the clock. And blinked.
"Alex, what have we been doing for the past three days?". And his
puzzled partner could only shake his head in bewilderment. Then the
younger man reached out and touched the small black polygonal crystal
that dangled on Mulder's earring. And realised he had one to match.
"I think we must have been buying jewellery, Mulder", he said
wonderingly.
Kulain quietly watched his two humans discussing their memory loss in
bafflement. He could have told them, but some secrets are not meant for
human minds. And besides, the deep traumas both , especially Alex, had
felt were so painful it was better that they be allowed to forget. He
wondered what effect his small gift would have on their lives. It wasn't
every day that the Sith chose two guardians. Perhaps in a few years,
when it became apparent that neither was ageing, he would tell them the
truth.
Well, some of it.
Megaera@Megaera.demon.co.uk
Dark Angel's Fire
by Megaera
Demon's Kiss
Part III: Darkness in the Blood
