A Mulder/Krycek Fight Club Story The Pact part 4 Taking Control by Mulderslady DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to me, wish they did. They definitely would have done this by now if I did. RATING: NC-17 CLASSIFICATION: SLASH, Violence galore KEYWORDS: BD, Slash SPOILERS: none URL: www.geocities.com/~mulderslady/extreme1.html FEEDBACK: Please!!! at damacia@home.com ARCHIVE: The M/K fight club of course and then anywhere!! SUMMARY: A continuation of The Pact, the next match. 1 am Fairborn Ohio, Wright Patterson Air Force Base, F-14 hanger. Mulder sighed and looked at his watch again. He's late, he thought leaning against the airplane wheel, just as a sharp pain in his back startled him back to being alert. He turned in time to get a large fist in the face that sprawled him to the ground. "Miss me?" Krycek growled as he picked Mulder up by the collar of his jacket and shook him hard. "You cocky prick bastard, your time has come. You're going to get fucked over, but good." Krycek said kneeing Mulder in the groin and punching him in the side of his head. He grabbed Mulder by the hair and smashed his head along the side of the airplane tire, then quickly threw him up smashing his head on the underside of the plane. Mulder collapsed on the ground with a groan. "I'm not done with you, you fuck! Don't you dare faint on me either you sissy faggot! I want to enjoy hearing you scream." Mulder turned on his back and spat blood at Krycek. He rose shakily to face him "Never." Mulder growled as he charged Krycek. Krycek threw out his fist, connecting it with his chin squarely, sending Mulder reeling. Krycek kicked him squarely it the chest, then expertly body slammed him to the hard cement floor. A sickening crack followed by Mulder's piercing screams of pain making Krycek smile "Oops! Bet that hurt, didn't it Fox?" Krycek pulled Mulder's head off the ground, forcing him to look into his eyes. Then Krycek smashed Mulder's face on the ground till he heard a loud pop and another pain filled scream from Mulder. He threw him headlong into the wheel of the airplane, and kicked him continually in the back till a pool of bloody urine appeared under a defeated Mulder. "The cockier they are the harder they get FUCKED!" Krycek said as he unzipped his pants triumphant. He pulled down Mulder's blood and urine soaked jeans and boxers and leaned him against the wheel of the airplane. Krycek entered him quickly with a grunt and started to thrust into him slowly. Mulder began to counter his thrusts, whimpering softly with pleasure. "Do you like that my sweet Fox? You truly are a slut, Bitch. You want me to make love to you, don't you? Is that what you want, you faggot? Not going to happen, ever!" Krycek said as he started to thrust into him harder. Mulder's cock was painfully hard and he reached with his good arm to relieve it, when Krycek quickly grabbed it, bending back his fingers till they snapped. "Shit!" Mulder screamed in pain "Did I tell you to do that? Keep those hands where I put 'em or I'll break your other arm too! This is my show, and it's payback time baby!" Krycek's cock brushed Mulder's prostate roughly and Mulder groaned in a mix of pleasure and pain. "Shut up you Fuck!" Krycek said slamming Mulder's head against the tire and increasing the power of his thrusts till the pleasure quickly turned to extreme pain. "OW! Damn it Alex! I'm sorry! Fuck that hurts!" "Like it? Take it you little Bitch! That's what you told me. What's wrong you can dish it out, but can't take it?" Krycek slammed Mulder's head against the tire again and thrust into him a few more times and came in a rush. He pulled out of him and threw him on the floor hard, kicking him repeatedly in the ribs till blood pooled in Mulder's mouth. Krycek spit on him and said as he left "Your turn to choose Loser." 4 months later "Mulder take this." Scully said handing him a Tylenol with codeine. 4 months and his arm still hurt. The doctor said it was healing well, but would be another few weeks before the pain stopped fully. "Hand me the phone, would you Scully?" Scully handed him his cell phone and went back to the kitchen to make him some hot tea. Mulder quickly dialed his number. "2 weeks from Friday. 2 p.m. Juneau, Alaska. Corner of Darby and Grace." Krycek smiled as he wrote down the place. The anger in his voice was apparent, he would not be taken by surprise again.