Title: Rico's Return
Series: Possibilities, Chapter 10
Author: Bertie
Email: bertie45@altavista.com
Pairing: M/Sk/K
Date: 4/18/01
Rating: R Can you believe it? It's that muse of mine who seems
anathema to sex or something
Category: There seems to be plot threating my PWP
Disclaimer: Don't belong to me...yadda yadda
Status: WIP
Warning: some bondage, spanking, well whatcha expect? Rico's back;)
Archive: please do
Note: Special Thanks go as always to that amazing beta the Goddess
Michele
Walter heard the door slam. He knew something was up. He grabbed his
pants and shoved them on, not bothering to zip or button them. He
pulled open the door just in time to see Alex, wearing nothing but an
overly large leather jacket while a big goon hovered over him, enter
a stretch limo.
"Shit!" he cursed, wondering suddenly if Alex had planned this all
along. 'But that did not make any sense at all!' he fumed to himself.
The limo screeched out of the parking lot and Walter saw the license
plate- Rico1.
"How original of the man," snorted Walter as he closed the door,
trying to figure out the best plan of action. He called the local
sheriff's office and told them to keep tabs on the limo, revealing
himself as an FBI AD and telling the sheriff that he was in the
middle of a high stakes case. At least with the local law enforcement
notified, maybe he could keep tabs on the vehicle at least. He sighed
to himself, trying to calm his jumbly nerves before picking up the
phone again to call his friend and tell him that he wouldn't be
coming after all. No point in getting Hank involved. He put his head
down, dreading making the next call. He shook himself then dialed
Fox's office number.
"Fox Mulder," came the familiar voice over the phone.
"Baby, I - I am sorry. Alex is gone..."
"I thought you were going to be with him before he took off."
"No, uh, it seems that Rico character is smarter than he seems. He
has taken Alex right out from under me."
"What!?"
"I know, baby, calm down. I blame myself. We should have been more
careful."
"How'd it happen?"
"I was asleep. Alex answered the door, thinking it was just the
cleaning lady. Obviously it was one of Rico's goons. I think Alex
must have went voluntarily, hoping not to involve me in a scuffle."
"Are you sure he went voluntarily?"
"Yes, I am sure I would have heard something and I watched as Alex
entered the limo with Rico's name emblazoned on the license plate."
"Damn! I have seen that limo before. Was it white?"
"No, this one was black. I don't even think it has traveled as far as
we have by what I could see of it."
"He probably has connections all over. I don't get it, unless your
place is bugged."
"Oh damn, I usually have it checked once a month. You don't think
Alex..."
"Oh no, not - I hope not! Not Alex!"
Walter sighed in relief. "I was so afraid that maybe he had set me up
but I couldn't figure out why."
*****
Alex was taken to a ranch just outside of town. There were horses and
cattle in the distance. He couldn't wrap his mind around Rico owning
a ranch, cattle and all. He always seemed to Alex to be a typical big
city goon. Suddenly a dark premonition loomed over his thoughts. 'No
please, not Walter's buddy!' he moaned to himself. The driver drove
right up to the large mansion-like house and Big Jim opened the door.
"C'mon, princess, Rico doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Alex dreaded walking into the house, afraid he might see something
that he really didn't want to see. Big Jim opened the door for him
and that sent a shiver of nervousness down his spine. There were
family pictures all over the walls. Not a single picture had Rico in
it or anyone resembling him. 'Oh no, please no,' he thought fearfully.
After a long walk down the entrance hall, there at the end was Rico
sitting at a lavish table spread with all sorts of food. It looked
like Rico was celebrating Thanksgiving or something.
Rico rose and shook his head at Alex who immediately dropped his head
in his usual sub position.
"I don't know what I shall do with you, Beauty." Alex flinched at the
moniker. Big Jim would have a field day when they were alone again.
"Big, you may leave us," Rico ordered. Alex wondered if it was for
his sake, but he doubted it.
"Assume the position!" Rico barked once Jim had left.
Alex flung the overly large jacket off that Jim had given him to wear
and kneeled down on all fours, jutting his ass out for Rico's
inspection.
Rico pried his ass cheeks apart and ran his tongue along Alex's hole
which spasmed in response.
"Keeping yourself for me, Beauty? You are as sweet as always. I can't
imagine Walter likes to bottom. Does your big strong AD man like
head? You are quite amazing at that."
Alex knew better than respond to Rico. He was also very grateful
that Walter had wanted him to top last night.
"This is far too white, my beauty. I will definitely have to fix
that," Rico sighed, running his hand down Alex's rear. Alex hated
that his body automatically responded to Rico's attentions.
"So responsive, this is why I would never wish you to leave me,
Beauty. And this time, you won't be able to. I promise you that."
Alex did not reveal any fear or anger, though both flooded him. He
wondered when Rico would talk about punishment.
"You will never be allowed to visit that Fox man again, unless
ordered to do so. I have informed CSM of your silly flight and he was
quite amused. Luckily he told me I could see to your punishment on my
own, for now."
That sent a shiver of fear down him more than anything said before.
He would much prefer Rico's punishments to CSM's any day.
"Looks like we are in for a treat tonight. Hank has graciously
offered his play room to us for the night."
Alex froze hearing Walter's friend's name so glibly spoken by Rico.
"Do not worry yourself, Beauty, Hank will never reveal what goes on
in his play room. He is quite agreeable. I don't really think that AD
man of yours really knows his old buddy as he used to."
Tears fell from his eyes onto the carpeted floor, the only thing that
revealed Alex's emotions over learning that the consortium had
corrupted another family so thoroughly.
*****
Walter hung up the phone and sighed, wondering if the best plan was
to wait to hear from the local law enforcement, or if it might be
better to try and find Alex right away, while the trail was still
fresh. He was debating calling on his buddy to spend the night at his
ranch and checking out of the motel room, or just leaving after the
officer called him back, when the phone interrupted his thoughts.
"Skinner," he barked into it, forgetting for a moment that he wasn't
in his office.
"Sir, are you Assistant Director Walter Skinner of the FBI?" asked a
thick southern voice on the other end of the line.
"Yes," Walter answered impatiently, gripping the receiver tightly and
fighting off the urge to find the owner of that slow drawl and beat
him until he spoke quicker.
"Sir, I was informed just recently of this kidnapping you are
investigating and-"
"Look, I don't know who you are, but I did not mention anything about
a kidnapping to Sheriff Dobbs. Who are you?" Walter's voice was
getting thick with anger and frustration as he interrupted the
person.
"Sorry sir, I should have introduced myself. I am Ranger Stevens.
Sheriff Dobbs contacted me about the vehicle you requested to have
tailed. I have been informed that a local rancher, a Mister Hank
Samuels, owns the vehicle in question. Very well known man, sir. I
cannot imagine he would do any harm to anyone. He is a well-respected
man, sir. Especially 'round these parts."
Walter was flabbergasted. This Ranger was talking about his friend
being a part of the group of people associated with that smoking man
who visited his office too often for comfort. He couldn't believe it-
he didn't want to believe it.
"Sir, are you sure you want this matter investigated further?" The
Ranger's voice broke into his reverie and he sighed and shook his
head.
"That's OK, Ranger. Thanks for informing me of the vehicle's
ownership. That will be all." With that he hung up and stared at the
phone, realizing he had finished the phone call sounding suspiciously
like he did the first time he'd told Mulder to get out of his office.
It had to be shock that had transformed him into that order-snapping
marine.
His old friend, Hank, a part of the Consortium? He didn't want to
believe it. Something wasn't making sense-actually a whole lot of
somethings, but he'd start with the phone call-there was something
not quite right about the whole conversation. He was certain he had
not mentioned kidnapping to the Sheriff. He dialed the local police
department and asked for Sheriff Dobbs. The dispatcher there informed
him that there was no Sheriff Dobbs working at this department. He
listened to the lady in amazement as she stated that their Sheriff's
name was Jones. She asked if he would like to speak to him, and
Walter was sure he could hear the eye rolling "why do I get all the
nuts" in her voice. Walter put his hand to his forehead in
frustration and replied, "No thank you, I must have the wrong number."
He hung up and couldn't believe it. 'Was the whole thing, the whole
day, a fantasy?' he wondered, massaging his aching temples. Was he
going out of his mind? He realized it was already late afternoon, and
he hadn't eaten a thing all day. As if in agreement with him, his
stomach let out a low rumble.
He suddenly spied Krycek's prosthetic arm in one corner of the room
along with a pile of clothes, and he felt like crying as he realized
he could still smell Alex in the room, dispelling the fantasy theory
completely, and making him worry even more. Sweet Alex was in the
clutches of Rico and that organization again and he seriously doubted
that, alone, he could do much about it. He had to call his buddy one
more time, though, and find out if it was true. He didn't want to
believe that someone he trusted, someone he called friend, would
become a part of anything like the Consortium.
A deep voice answered the phone, alarming him immediately. It wasn't
anyone he recognized.
"May I speak to Hank Samuels?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"Sorry, buddy, you must have the wrong number." Then abruptly he
heard a dial tone.
"Oh god!" he groaned aloud. He couldn't believe it. He had to go down
to the ranch himself to see. He wouldn't believe it unless he
actually saw it for himself. His stomach growled again and he
admonished it silently, thinking he would eat after he got to the
bottom of this-if he could stomach it.
He pulled on the shirt he had taken off last night and locked up the
motel room. Pulling the cell phone hidden in his vehicle, he started
up the car and dialed Mulder's office. No one answered so he called
his apartment, hoping that Mulder had come home earlier than usual.
He got the answering machine. He sighed and hung up the phone. He
would just have to call him later, hopefully when he had more answers
than questions. He drove away from the motel and followed the route
to his old buddy's ranch that was ingrained in his memory. A short
fifteen-minute drive brought him to the outskirts of town and the
familiar dirt road that lead to his friend's ranch. He slammed on the
brakes. There was a large gate blocking the road. He stared in
amazement at the roadblock, glaring wordlessly, as if his sheer gaze
could fathom the reason for it being there. He had a nasty suspicion
that he knew the answer and it wasn't pretty.
*****
Alex was tied down over a whipping horse, spread-eagle, and dimly
grateful for the leather padding, thinking how much more
uncomfortable he could be. Rico had stepped out earlier and left him
alone and wondering if he would ever see Fox or Walter again. He
doubted it. Rico would not allow him to be near Fox again, unless
otherwise instructed, and he certainly didn't think those
instructions would be forthcoming any time soon.
Alex shivered involuntarily when he heard the door open and he
recognized the smell of Rico's cologne, mingling with the man's very
unique scent.
"Jim informs me that you haven't eaten. You will be fed, but later,
after I am through with you. I want your strength up for what I have
planned for you, my Beauty." Alex didn't like the sound of that but
at the same time he was marginally curious. He recognized the
combination of fear and arousal he felt, knowing it from a hundred
different situations, and all of them similar enough that his body
and mind had become conditioned to it's responses. Only with Fox and
Walter had he felt like he owned his emotions, and they hadn't scared
him, or disgusted him. But now, with Rico, and even more so with
Walter's friend, he felt all the despised training coming back to
him.
When he had seen Hank Samuels earlier, showing Rico the playroom and
all the devices and toys, Alex had immediately noticed how large Hank
was. He was taller than Rico, and wider. He looked like he could
easily have been Full Back to Rico's Linebacker, and the man's sheer
bulk made Alex grateful that Rico didn't let anyone else play with
his subs. He began to wonder just what Rico was planning. He was
partially fearful and partially aroused by his thoughts. Rico had
rarely hurt him or left him to suffer for long in the past, but then,
Alex had never tried to leave him before. He had a sudden unexpected
memory of being locked up in complete darkness, and he shuddered. It
was his greatest vulnerability, and Rico knew it. Ever since that
silo...he paid attention to Rico's voice again, hoping to distract
his own thoughts.
"You must be thirsty. Drink, my Beauty." Rico set a bowl of water
down for Alex to reach with his mouth. This was nothing new to Alex.
Rico had even fed him out of bowls before when he was similarly bound
up. Alex quickly drank from the bowl.
"You are surprisingly cooperative, Beauty. I am curious. Did your AD
train you?"
"No, Master," came Alex's quick reply. He hated having to call
Rico "Master," but seemed unable to change that. He had almost
forgotten that there had been a time when they were lovers instead of
sub and Dom. That man Alex had met not so long ago seemed to have
been completely taken over by this Dom of a man who never allowed for
any slips of position or character. Alex always felt like a rabbit in
an open field whenever Rico entered the room, all senses twitching
and alert at the same time, which always exhausted him. Alex was sure
Rico was fully aware of this and played that knowledge to his
advantage.
"Hmm. Well, he must have done something to keep you so well behaved.
I wonder if I should thank him for that?"
Alex did not respond, recognizing one of Rico's rhetorical questions.
"This AD of yours is a very forthright man, Hank informs me. I am
almost jealous."
Alex tensed up, waiting for what he knew would be next. He had been
paddled earlier and spanked with a belt, but not penetrated. Alex was
a bit surprised that Rico hadn't fucked him, but he knew that Rico
was probably angry with him, not just for trying to leave, but also
for making him look bad. Despite his fear, Alex had responded the way
Rico liked, and he had not done anything further to his 'Beauty' at
that time, merely left him to his own thoughts. Alex knew that it was
a false hope to believe Rico was finished with him.
As if reading his mind, Rico reached over and pulled Alex's head up
by his hair.
"After I am through with you, my Beauty, you will never think of your
AD or your Fox ever again!"
With that Rico bent and kissed Alex roughly on the mouth.
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