peja (peja) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2009-03-22 15:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | rated: teen, slash, x-files |
Fic: Fallen Angel 2
Fallen Angel 2
By PEJA
URL: http://www.squidge.org/~peja
Fandom: Xfiles
Pairing: Skinner/Krycek
Rating: FRT
Summary: This started out to be the answer to the Rentboy 5 minute dash off, then something went very very wrong and this is the result.
Note: Tell me if there are enough of these type things floating around the fandom and I’ll kill it here.
Prompt: This Chapter uses the prompt "Authors choice - how may I serve you" found on promptsrus
Disclaimer: Xfiles does not belong to me. No money made in this
Previous chapter can be found at http://peja.insanejournal.com/11344.html and http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/view
Note: The author allows forwarding of this story to other lists (please let me know where)
Note 2: Although I fully intend to finish this story, I do allow other interested authors to develop this into a fic tree and continue this story from this chapter forward provided they will post me their finished work for archiving on wwomb. Please email me to let me know you are doing this, though, and credit me with the previous chapters
"How may I serve you, Sir?"
Skinner stammered on his response, his eyes narrowing on the young man bowing at his feet. Sighing softly, he hunkered down to Krycek's level. "Alex."
Krycek cringed, his teeth ripping at the corner of his lip. Now. Now he's going to.. His eyes closed against the inevitability of what haunted his thoughts. Retreating deeper into that dark place he fled to when things got to emotional, too dangerous, he wondered idly if it was rape if you lie down and offer up your ass even when the very idea of it makes your skin crawl and your mind seek refuge in the darkness inside your skull. "Please..."
"Alex." Skinner tilted his head, watching the trembling man. "Look at me, boy."
Another shudder wracked Krycek's body, but this time he kneeled up, his gaze coming to rest on Skinner's. He swallowed hard, his eyes willing Skinner to, 'Say it. Just say it and get it over with.'
"You may serve me, Alex," Skinner watched the panic flooding Krycek's eyes, and offered an encouraging smile. "You can best serve me by talking to me."
A disbelieving scowl ghosted across Krycek's hollowed features, quickly masked with tightly monitored calm. "Talk...to you, Sir?"
Skinner chuckled, shaking his head. "You didn't think I'd let you go back to the silent treatment, now did you? Now that I know you can still speak."
Krycek's lips pursed and his brows drew lower over his eyes. It made no sense. He'd been beaten severely for speaking, now this man was asking him to....Unless...
Krycek turned his head in Walter's palm and pressed a kiss there. "You are so beautiful, Sir. So perfect," he murmured into a sigh, leaning closer to kiss Walter's neck. "Smell so good." He licked and sucked at the crook of Walter's neck, running his hands over the older man's impressive chest. "Gonna make me feel so good, I can tell."
Skinner finally brought his mind back online and grabbed Krycek's forearms, pushing him away. "What the hell are you doing?" he snarled.
The color fled Krycek's features, leaving him washed out and shaking. "I...I...thought..."
"What?" Skinner asked trapping Krycek's face between gentle hands. "What are you thinking?"
Krycek wanted to pinch his lips together with his hands but the look in Skinner's eyes, so warm and inviting, "I...
Skinner sighed, ruffling Krycek's limp hair. "Come on, boy. Talk to me. And I don't mean pillow talk. I want to know what's happening in here." He tapped a finger against Krycek's forehead. "Spill, boy. Whatever's on your mind." he gave a crooked smile. "Talk to me, Alex."
Krycek blinked, his lips moving for a long moment before the words actually came. "I... can't remember the last time someone asked me to.... talk to them." he whispered softly. "Not play lip service, but really talk." His gaze wavered, darting away, then stabbing back. "Why did you stop me?"
"From killing yourself?" Skinner held his curious gaze, saying, "Why do you think?"
A sigh whispered between them. "You have not finished with me. You want revenge on whatever I have done to you and your friends." He smiled tremulously. "I am ready."
"And just exactly what do you think I intend to do with you, boy?" Skinner asked gruffly.
Krycek ducked his head, but not before Walter saw the blush bloom over his pallid cheeks.
"Alex?" Skinner said softly. "What do you think I want to do with you?"
A sigh escaped him and he whispered. "Most want to fuck me, sir. Or...I have a high threshold for pain. The masters...trained me well."
"And that is what you think I want to do. Fuck you? Mistreat you?"
Krycek's skin went several shades lighter. "I do not ...know. I...have some small memory of your face. Of doing evil things to you." He bit his lower lip to still the quiver there. "Vengeance is...healing, the masters told me."
"Has anything I've done since bringing you here led you to believe I require revenge?"
Krycek met his eyes. "You have commanded me to live."
Skinner pursed his lips thoughtfully. "And you think I want you alive to punish you?"
Alex' gaze moved to the wall, keeping his silence.
"Is that what you think, Alex?"
He shrugged.
"Words, Boy. Talk to me."
"I...Sir, I have a vague memory of you. I...know I must have injured you... because that is what I did in the before life. I hurt people. But I was captured, was punished for my crimes against mankind by having my life...erased. By being given to those I harmed for...revenge. Surely you know that is how criminals are dealt with. You're an enforcer."
end part 2