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Title: Control Issues Part Three - Coming and Going
Mulder opened the door, pleasure at seeing Rob mixed with the knowledge that he wouldn�t be staying long. �Hi.� �Will.� The older man nodded curtly. He looked around the apartment, frowning. �Were you delayed at work?� �No sir.� �Then why isn�t everything ready?� �Rob, I�� �Will!� �Sir, I�um, I hurt from last time.� �Let me see.� Mulder pulled off his t-shirt and stood with it twisted in his hands while Rob walked behind him. Taking in the dressings Mulder could not possibly have applied himself, Rob said sharply: �As I recall, you were punished for your poor attitude. However, your punishment was not extensive. Strip.� Reluctantly, Mulder removed his jeans and boxers. Rob smiled. �I thought you were overstating things. As usual.� Mulder flinched as Rob�s hand impacted on his thigh. �Now, as well as your punishment for not having everything ready for me, there will be additional penalties for your attempt to deceive me. I will be in the kitchen. When you have everything ready, come and get me.� It�s gone.� �What is?� �The stuff. From the hall closet.� �Where is it?� Mulder began to shake. �I burned it.� Rob�s face darkened. �May I ask why?� �Because�� Mulder realised he couldn�t tell Rob the truth without implicating Skinner. Rob was furious, and headed for the front door. He turned, his hand on the door handle. �You will replace every item by next week Mulder. Or else.� ********** The following week� Mulder whimpered quietly. He hated the black silk bag. Rob knew how Mulder felt, and used it mostly as a punishment. �Quiet!� He snapped as he pulled the bag over Mulder�s head and pulled the two ends of the ribbon together, tying them tightly at Mulder�s neck. Plugged with the foam earplugs, the sharp anger in Rob�s voice still reached Mulder�s ears, and he shivered. Out of habit, he put his hands behind his back and held still while his wrists were enclosed in leather cuffs. He hated these sessions. Rob would circle round him, hitting him with whatever he held at random intervals, giving Mulder no indication where the implement would land. At the end of half an hour, or however long it took Rob to get bored, Mulder would be freed from the bag and the earplugs and be able to see the damage the beating had inflicted on his flesh. *********** The sound of the microwave, followed by the blender, made Mulder�s heart sink. Occasionally, if he was in a particularly good mood, Rob would allow Mulder to eat whatever he was having, kneeling at his Dom�s side, Rob would feed Mulder forkfuls of the food from his own plate. If his mood was darker, Mulder would get cold food, sometimes nothing at all. Mulder settled onto his knees, his stomach rumbling at the smell of the food on the plate only inches from him. Rob took his time alternating feeding Mulder forkfuls of the liquidised mush which had been chicken rice and peas with eating his own dinner. He had cooked a steak and smiled when Mulder realised he wouldn�t be sharing it. With less than half the plate emptied, Rob pushed Mulder�s plate aside. �You�re done. Shower and wait for me in the living room.� �Sit down.� Flinching as his newly-marked skin made contact with the rough fabric of the couch, Mulder complied. Rob fished in his briefcase, pulling out a cardboard box. �I have a new toy for us to play with. Because it�s new, I�ll decide how far you can go.� �What about my safe word?� �No.� Rob said firmly. Mulder moved away, backing behind the couch. �No way! If you won�t let me use my safe word, I�m not letting you touch me.� Rob�s face was a mixture of surprise and amusement. �Will, what�s brought this on?� He asked mildly. �You hurt me badly the last time you wouldn�t let me use my safe word.� Mulder protested. Rob stood, eyebrows raised, not moving. �Yes. Although I see someone helped you attend to your wounds.� Mulder�s face coloured and his gaze dropped. �Yes.� �And did that someone also encourage you to be disobedient?� �No.� Rob moved so quickly, Mulder didn�t have time to move. Grabbing Mulder�s arm, he pushed him towards the apartment door, opened it and pushed Mulder out. Mulder stumbled against the wall opposite the door and as he regained his balance, the door opened and Rob threw his jeans, t-shirt and sneakers into the hallway. As the door closed, Mulder heard the lock turn. Dazed and ignoring the renewed stinging pain as he pulled his jeans over his legs, Mulder dressed quickly and, with one last look at his apartment door, he walked slowly down the hallway. It was raining slightly when Mulder stepped outside, and he realised, too late, that his jacket was hanging on the back of the door upstairs. And his wallet was in his jacket. So a hotel was out. As was a cab. Forcing himself to concentrate, Mulder headed off down the street, ignoring the looks he was getting from people he passed, their coats and umbrellas protecting them from the wind and now heavy rain which was soaking him.
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