X-Files fic - The Game part one

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Title: The Game
Fandom: The X-Files
Author: Soleil Compeau
Summary: Mulder, Scully, and Krycek are forced to acknowledge their desire for one another.
Pairing: Mulder/Scully/Krycek
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: See, the thing is, Nick Lea held me at gunpoint and forced me to type this. Blame him...
WARNING: Slash, het, tickling, oral, anal, shades of non-con, shades of sub-dom. If any of this offends you, take a hike now.

 

Chapter One - Triangle

The woman regarded her prey thoughtfully. She tapped her gun against her palm and watched them test the strength of their bonds. They felt stupid for having been taken so easily. Two FBI agents and a paranoid operative: with all her planning it had not been hard to drug them and bring them to this place.

There were no windows in the basement of a warehouse. The woman risked a quick glance around even though she knew how the room was set up. There were strategically placed rings on two of the walls, a comfortable couch, a chair that reclined and had wooden armrests, and a queen size, four post bed. The small bathroom was stocked with plenty of towels and washcloths and a first aid kit. The closet had lingerie in various styles and sizes, silk rope, feathers, tubes of lube, even condoms. Everything she needed for her Game was ready.

The taller of the two dark haired men spoke. "We're federal agents. It's a crime to harm us." His eyes were on her gun as she approached.

"I'm not going to harm any of you, Mulder," she replied. With a grin, she continued. "At least *I* don't define it as harm. Hopefully none of you will feel harmed by this Game either."

"What is it you want?" the small redhead asked. "What's your Game?"

The woman sat down on the recliner and looked at them trussed up against the wall. "I've been watching you three for a long time. There's a great deal of sexual tension between you. You two," she indicated Mulder and Scully, "love each other but you're too caught up in your," she sneered, "quest and your fear to admit it. You," she pointed at the second man, "want him," pointing at Mulder, "but you know she's part of the package."

She shrugged and spoke directly to Scully. "You're intrigued by Krycek, especially the way he relates to Mulder. It fascinates you, turns you on. The only answer is for all three of you to get involved. My Game? It's simple. I'll bring you here, anytime I choose, and you'll do whatever I say. No drugs from here on out. When I want you, I'll just come to your home, blindfold you, and bring you here. Then we'll play."

"And if we refuse?" Scully's gaze was steady and calm.

"I'll kill you." The woman raised her gun and leveled it at the agent's eyes. "It won't bother me at all to leave your bodies here to rot."

The seconds ticked by. Alex Krycek stirred and spoke for the first time. "Then it seems we have no choice."

Mulder and Scully nodded hesitantly in assent. The woman lowered her gun and lifted a key for them to see. "This is the door key. It's going in my pocket and my gun won't leave my side. If any of you try to escape or attack me, I'll shoot without hesitation. I'm going to untie you now."

Once they were free, she retreated to a small folding chair in the corner. "Krycek, sit in the chair. Mulder and Scully, on the couch. I want you to kiss."

They complied. Mulder was clearly less composed than his partner. His hands were shaking badly, his pupils were dilated. His breath gusted in and out of his lungs. She had to calm him down somehow. Scully ran her hands up and down his thighs, murmuring nonsense words of comfort and reassurance. Shortly, he nodded, and looked her in the eye. He cupped her face in his hands in preparation for something he wanted desperately. He just wished it was under better circumstances.

"It's me, Scully. Just you and me, on my couch. We're done with our paperwork and we just want to cuddle," he whispered to her.

She relaxed further as his words took effect in her mind. Just block everything else out, and give in to what you want desperately, her inner voice instructed. Their mouths inched closer. His eyes closed in anticipation. He looked so sexy that her heart pounded as their mouths touched and stroked lovingly. Soon, they didn't have to tell themselves to ignore their surroundings. They were unaware of everything around them. Mulder's arms went around her to hug her to his warm body. Scully gripped fistfuls of his hair. They devoured each other, lost in the moment, little moans escaping their fused lips.

Krycek looked at them in awe. He knew there was a connection between them, but he never dreamed they would be able to give in to their desires so quickly. He only hoped it would be as explosive when his turn came. He watched as Mulder broke away to look adoringly at Scully and stroke her cheek before taking her mouth once again. He sighed as Scully shifted her hips closer and closer to Mulder's.

Time passed. The woman in the corner seemed quite content to let them go on kissing each other for a long time. Finally, though, she called a halt. The two agents sat facing her on the couch. She took in their flushed faces, rumpled hair, and Mulder's obvious erection. She made her decision.

"Scully, come sit in the recliner. Krycek, you and Mulder kiss like that now."

Mulder looked stunned. He began to protest as Krycek gingerly sat down next to him. "No. I'm not into men."

"You may not be into men, but you're into Krycek. Deny it if you will." The woman was smug in her justification.

Krycek was willing, but Mulder looked quite nervous. Alex noted with a small thrill of satisfaction that his erection hadn't wilted at all. He tried to make it easier on the man by being the aggressor. Cupping the back of his head, Krycek finally, finally! brought those soft, pouty lips to his. My God, she's right, he thought in delight. Mulder wants this, he wants me!

Scully honestly thought she would be disgusted by the sight of the two men kissing. But seeing Mulder with his eyes closed in abandon, letting Krycek plunder his mouth, was more arousing than she thought possible. When Alex slid his hand up Mulder's thigh to gently brush the bulge at his crotch, her partner's small cry made her inner walls ache with sympathetic heat.

"That's enough," the woman stopped them. "I want to go slowly this first time, let you get used to this." Off Krycek's look of dismay, she added, "There will be time for more next time, I promise. Scully, it's your turn to kiss Krycek now."

Kiss Krycek? It had been easy to kiss Mulder, but Krycek was dangerous. Heart pounding in a combination of fear and lust, Scully decided that being the aggressor would be best. Quick and hard, just grab his face and get it over with. But she found herself sucked in to his hot mouth almost as quickly as she had into Mulder's. Almost as quickly as Mulder had into Krycek's.

All three of them were thoroughly aroused by the time the woman ordered them to face the wall and put their hands behind them. They tried to compose themselves as she bound their hands and blindfolded them for the trip home. It would take all night for them to process this new shift in the dynamic, all night alone in their respective foxholes with their thoughts and lusts raging. Though none of them would have ever admitted to it, they each looked forward desperately to the next time the Game would be played.

Chapter Two - Tickle

Krycek paced back and forth in the nearly featureless apartment. He was reasonably confident that the mysterious woman, the player of the Game, could not find him here. He was nervous, however. She had said she'd been watching them for a long time. Her choices in how they interacted in that room seemed to bear this out.

Krycek's groin tightened at the memory of how quickly Mulder had surrendered once he put his tongue into the taller man's mouth. It tightened further when he recalled how soft and pliant Scully had become at his touch. His arousing reverie was broken by a sharp rap at the door. He looked through the peephole and recognized the olive skin of his mysterious tormentor/benefactor.

He shut his eyes tight and dropped his head in defeat. He should have known better than to try and stop this. He wanted it, after all. The circumstances might not be ideal, but there was too much distance between himself and his beloved couple otherwise. Perhaps being forced was the only way they could be together.

Later, when his blindfold was removed and he could see the objects of his affection, he found himself wondering if they had furthered the relationship without him. By the lust in their eyes and the tautness of their faces, he guessed not. All three of them had been waiting for this.

The woman spoke briskly. "OK, the Game this time will be a way for you to learn each other's sensitivities. It will also be a good test of how well you know each other's limitations."

She untied them and gave her instructions. "Strip down to your underwear. You're going to tickle each other. Scully, Krycek, tie Mulder to the bed."

"Why do I have to go first!" Mulder squawked.

"Because I said so," she answered coolly. She went into the closet so she missed them all ogling each other as they stripped. Emerging with the rope and feathers, she was amused to see them carefully not looking at each other. She was further amused by Scully's matching bra and panties, and Mulder and Krycek both in boxers. This time it was Alex who had a hard-on.

"Okay." She placed the items on the bed. "Lie down Mulder. Put your arms over your head."

He hesitated a moment, then he obeyed. Scully tied his hands in place while Krycek bound his ankles. She couldn't help but think he looked very sensuous sprawled on a bed in only his underwear. Krycek seemed fascinated by his bare feet. He kept caressing his ankles and insteps, tugging lightly on his toes.

Mulder squirmed helplessly. Little puffs of laughter escaped him as Scully stroked his ribs. Neither of them used the feathers, preferring the contact of bare skin. Suddenly Mulder jerked, and laughed harder. Krycek was dragging his fingers up and down the soles of his feet. Emboldened, Scully stroked the sensitive skin under his arms.

Mulder was rolling around and laughing hard. When he began to lose his breath, Scully pulled back. Just before she tapped Krycek on the shoulder, he stopped too.

"Very good," the woman murmured approvingly. "You could tell when he couldn't tolerate any more and you stopped. Now do the same for Krycek."

Alex lied down with that hated smirk on his face. "This should be easy. I'm not ticklish."

Mulder and Scully caught each other's eyes and grinned. One of the things they had in common was that they couldn't resist a challenge. And that was definitely a challenge.

"No?" Scully inquired sweetly. "Maybe you haven't been touched in the right places. Don't worry, we'll figure it out." Ignoring his feet for the moment, she traced her hands lightly up his legs. When she reached his knees, he clenched his teeth. Encouraged, she let her fingers flutter over them. He giggled. It was working.

Mulder, she noticed, was laying soft brushes against the underside of Krycek's biceps. When he began to pant, Mulder chose two feathers and set them to dancing over Krycek's armpits. He struggled harder, and began making choking sounds. Scully and Mulder stopped at the same instant.

"It worked." the Russian said shakily to Scully.

They untied him and the men eyed Scully. She began to panic and backed away slowly. "I don't want to do this."

"That's not fair," Krycek growled. "Lie down."

Scully sat on the bed but couldn't bring herself to lay back. The men had to force her. Mulder held her arms still while Alex tied them. She cursed viciously and kicked at him. He kept his eyes averted, ashamed at the raging hard-on he had from dominating her this way. He snatched up the feathers and attacked her armpits before Krycek could finish securing her feet.

Scully screamed and arched hard off the bed. "Mulder stop, please stop! Oh God, I'm so ticklish! Please stop, it's torture!"

She shouted again, and lost the power of speech when she felt more feathers on the bottoms of her feet. Her vision went dark. She fought desperately, but of course she knew she couldn't get away. The soft strokes against her ticklish underarms and feet went on and on. Soon she was just screaming hysterically.

Finally they stopped. Scully slowly calmed down. Her stomach hurt from laughing and her skin tingled everywhere. Her clit was swollen and throbbing with need.

The sound of the woman's laughter surprised them. They had temporarily forgotten she was there."Marvelous! She was BEGGING for it and you kept giving it to her until she couldn't stand it anymore!"

"I'm going to let you recover for a bit before we move on to stage two. We'll be experimenting with oral sex next."

Chapter Three - Feast part 1

Krycek, Scully and Mulder huddled on the couch to confer.

"What if we all rush her together? We could take her." Scully suggested.

"She's got a gun, Scully. She said she would shoot if we tried that." Mulder pointed out.

"We've got to do something!" Scully was shrill. She couldn't handle exposing herself to these men in the way that woman suggested. It was bad enough her own traitorous mind couldn't stop producing images of their mouths on her.

Mulder rubbed his jaw and ducked his head. Krycek just kept staring at the wall. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that this woman with a gun could tell him to put his mouth on...them...like that. He couldn't decide if he was apppalled or ecstatic.

"Ready?" the woman asked them.

"NO!" wailed Scully.

Her face hardened. "Well get ready, because we're starting now. Take off your underwear and look at each other naked."

They did so. The two men were already half erect, and Scully's condition was obvious. When Mulder saw her clit poking like a little red cherry through her pubic hair, he gasped and hardened fully in an instant. Pleased, the woman pushed him down into the armchair and lifted the footrest. Now Mulder lay prone with his groin pushed into the air, exposing him even more. She tied his hands quickly to the wooden armrest, but left his legs free. Tossing a pillow onto the floor, she instructed Scully to kneel and give her partner a blowjob.

Scully slowly knelt down with murder in her eyes. She refused to look at Mulder. The woman chuckled. "Alex, Scully needs a little help. You're going to put your mouth on her and get her off while she's doing this nice thing for Mulder."

Mulder gasped in shock when the woman pulled out a large mirror and angled it so he could see between Scully's legs. He couldn't take his eyes off her folds glistening with moisture. "Don't do this to her, don't. This has gone on far enough."

"You don't want to leave her hanging do you? Or yourself for that matter?" She pushed Scully's head closer until her mouth was only a few inches from his cock.

"See how ready he is? How much he wants it?" she crooned.

"I'm sorry Scully," Mulder said painfully. His eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of her breath on him.

"It's okay. I'd be a lot more offended if you weren't..." she trailed off.

The woman realized suddenly that Krycek hadn't moved from the couch. "Alex," she said angrily. "Get over here now and start on Scully!"

Krycek's hands were knotted into fists. His eyes were dark. He looked furious. When she pointed her gun at him, he got up and laid down behind Scully. Even though he was staring at her vulva above his face, he stubbornly refused to open his mouth.

The woman leaned down and whispered in Scully's ear. "Lick it. Lick his penis all over. Then put it in your mouth and suck it up and down. Give him an orgasm." She stepped back and placed the barrel of her gun at Mulder's temple. The message was clear.

Scully took a deep breath and moistened her lips. Then she let her tongue dart out and circle the tip of his engorged flesh. Mulder hissed, and all the muscles of his lower body clenched. She took him as far between her lips as she could, figuring she might as well get right down to it.

Mulder uttered a strangled yell and thrashed his head back and forth. Scully could hear him muttering the multiplication table. Relax Mulder. Please relax, she willed him silently. If you don't this is going to be a lot more difficult. The taste of him was intoxicating and Scully felt her throat muscles relax. Her movements became less stiff and more sensuous. Her hand came up without her mind's instruction and squeezed him in tandem with her mouth's movements.

The woman finally convinced Krycek to use his tongue on Scully. She groaned when she felt his intimate touch right where she wanted it, needed it. Mulder lifted his head at the sound of her pleasure, and his eyes fell on the angled mirror. Transfixed, he watched as Krycek licked her hard and fast. He seemed to know that she needed no preliminaries. When his partner cried out, sounding like a porn whore, he immediately echoed her.

The woman retreated to her corner and watched them give in to the demands of their bodies. Watched Krycek's toes curl. Watched Scully throw her head back and wail. Watched Mulder spill himself all over the petite woman's breasts. The sound of their ragged breathing was its own reward.

Scully collapsed, exhausted. Since Mulder was tied up, it was Krycek who helped her up and over to the bed. He could barely walk for the screaming lust below his waist. The GameMaster untied Mulder and spoke. Though her words were for Krycek, it was the other man she looked at. "My, Alex, you've certainly got a problem there. We'll let Scully rest while Mulder here takes care of you."

The agent cursed in frustration and rage. Alex was too far gone to care. He has reached the point of simply needing, badly, to come. He collapsed in the armchair, knowing his release was inevitable. The lanky man crossed his arms over his chest and glared.

"I hate to sound like a broken record, but..." she pointed her gun calmly at Scully's head. Mulder immediately dropped to his knees in front of the chair, a look of terror on his face. She lowered the weapon and smiled encouragingly.

"I've never done this before," Mulder confessed. He couldn't take his eyes off the Russian's cock.

"That's okay Mulder. I'm not gonna mind your technique." Krycek smiled humorlessly. "Just do what would feel good to you."

When he felt that expressive mouth enclose around his randy flesh, Alex wanted to weep for the pure joy of it. Mulder certainly had a good idea of what to do, lack of experience notwithstanding. Krycek quickly discovered that he could NOT watch the man's head bobbing leisurely between his thighs. It was just too much. Mulder began gently stroking his balls in time with his rhythm, and Krycek was lost. He managed to warn Mulder by grabbing a fistful of his hair. Mulder was not quite brave enough to let Krycek come in his mouth. He did keep his fist on the man though, through his climax.

Scully salivated at the sight of Mulder's renewed erection. Apparently, getting Krycek off had aroused him. For a man on the thin edge of forty he's got great stamina, she thought. Mulder seemed terribly embarrassed by his reaction. He tried to hide himself, but it was impossible.

The GameMaster, for her part, was very pleased. She regarded all three of them. They could see the wheels turning as she planned her next move. Krycek gave Mulder a cocky grin when he saw the man's excitement. Mulder blushed.

The woman gave her instructions. "Scully, give these boys room on the bed. I'd like you to lay down, Mulder, and spread your legs very wide. Krycek can take it from there."

"Nice of you to ask," growled Mulder. "You've got the gun."

He was terrified, they saw it. Of his own body's reactions, of how exposed he was to people whose respect he needed. Krycek tried to put him at ease as he prepared to reciprocate. Since he was practically salivating with lust, he was unsuccessful. He grabbed Mulder's thick flesh and the man shouted. Alex felt his balls beginning to tingle. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Krycek began by licking every sexy inch of Mulder's genitals thoroughly. He was making some beautiful sounds of enjoyment, throaty sobs with an "uh, uh" noise mixed in. He was confident in his ability to take Mulder into his mouth up to the balls. When he did so, Mulder held his breath and thrust his hips up hard. "God, that's good!" he screamed.

Chapter Four - Feast part two

Scully watched closely as Krycek sucked him slowly and deeply. Even more than doing that to Mulder, watching it being done to him was really turning her on. She got to see his toes curl and his feet flex frantically. She watched his face screw up and his eyes squeeze shut. Best of all, she heard him moan and plead for more.

The woman leaned closer and whispered something to Krycek, slipped him a small jar. The man raised his head and let his hand take over for a moment. "Hey Mulder. Look at me." he called softly. Mulder opened his eyes dazedly and looked to Alex. Grinning, he traced a now oil-slicked finger down Mulder's balls to his ass, and pushed it in.

"OOOOOHHHHH!" Mulder shouted. His eyes slammed shut again.

"How does that feel?" Krycek wanted to know. "Do you like it?"

"YES!" Mulder cried. "It feels good...it feels good! Please don't stop!"

Krycek took him in his mouth again and wiggled his finger against Mulder's prostate. Mulder was thrashing uncontrollably. "Scully!....Alex, Alex!"

Scully sobbed and moaned in unbelievable arousal at the sight and sound of the man in orgasm. It affected her deeply. She met Krycek's green eyes and saw love and lust reflected there.

Krycek rested his head on Mulder's stomach as they both caught their breath. The smaller man caressed his hips and thighs repeatedly, whispering nonsense words of sweetness that Scully couldn't hear. The blood was roaring in her ears. She fidgeted on the couch, her hands stroking over her thighs and running up and down her arms.

It was Mulder who noticed her frenzied state as he rose off the bed with a grimace. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off her erect nipples. He reached for her, then apparently thought better of it. Krycek noticed her next, and then, the GameMaster.

"So which did you like better?" she asked Scully. "Watching Mulder go down on Krycek, or watching Mulder get off?"

Off Scully's look of shock and anger she continued, "It's obvious what you feel for Mulder. But for Krycek?" She shook her head in thoughtful contemplation. "You hate him. You fear him. But every time you see him, you find yourself wanting him. You're attracted to dangerous, powerful men, qualities that Krycek has in spades."

Both men were sitting on the edge of the bed, side by side, entranced. This woman knew them far too well. She leaned over Scully, her face only inches away. The redhead's eyes were dilated, her breath coming in fast little pants. "Lie down on the bed. I think we'll use ropes for this part."

"No...no!" Scully whimpered, cowering beneath the woman's implications.

"You sick bitch!" Mulder shouted. Just in time, Krycek's hand on his shoulder restrained him from charging her. His fists clenched and unclenched as he imagined throttling her. "It's enough that you can make us...touch each other like this. Do you have to get inside our heads too? LEAVE HER ALONE!"

Scully approached the bed, hands held out in supplication. She had seen Mulder's forward start and her mind had supplied the horror of his continuing forward, the woman casually raising her gun, the bullet hole and blossom of red appearing on his chest. "It's okay. I'll do it, I'll do it."

The GameMaster regarded him in seeming compassion. "I'm sorry Mulder. It has to be this way."

They moved aside to make room for Scully. The woman tied her up herself. Hands above her head; that was easy. Then ropes around her knees and the other ends tied to the headboard, pulling her knees up to her chest. More ropes were tied around her ankles and fastened somehow to the sides of the bed. The end result was the agent prone and spread-eagled.

The GameMaster spoke now to the men. "It should be obvious what I want but," she sneered, "I'll spell it out anyway. Use your mouths and fingers on her until she comes."

She sat down in the recliner expectantly. The two males approached the bed warily. Tears of humiliation ran down Scully's face. Mulder's face showed his torment.

Alex knelt between her legs. "If it helps any, I haven't lost any of my respect for you," he offered.

"Shut the fuck up," she hissed. Closing her eyes, she added, "Just do it and get it over with."

He whispered to Mulder, "I've already tasted her. You start."

Mulder's stomach roiled and twisted when he smelled his partner's arousal and saw her damp center up close. He began lapping at her and her loud moan took him by surprise. When Krycek joined him, it became even more erotic. He and Krycek were basically tongue fucking over Scully's pussy. She cried out and squirmed as much as her bonds would allow. He was elated. So many times had he fantasized about doing this to her. Imagined hearing and seeing her lose control.

Alex suddenly moved lower down to Scully's perineum. Mulder moved to the side of the bed, attacking Scully's clit from a different angle. She bucked violently, and Mulder saw out the corner of his eye that Alex was rimming her. Mulder sucked her clit into his mouth. Together, they each slipped a finger into her.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she shouted in pleasure. "God!" She couldn't handle these sensations. Suddenly Mulder's finger found *that spot* inside of her that seemed so elusive sometimes. She wailed as intense rivers of pleasure washed over her. Mulder and Krycek both moved their fingers faster, tongues flashing against her sex.

Her orgasm hit her hard. They kept pushing her, prolonging the contractions until she couldn't breath. She made a low sobbing sound over and over. Finally they slowed down and she relaxed in increments. It was Krycek who released her from her bound position.

Spent, the three players of the Game lay on the bed and watched the woman warily. She was regarding them with what appeared to be tenderness. "There. You all feel a bit better now, don't you?" She clearly didn't expect an answer. After a moment, she continued. "Get cleaned up in the shower."

They discovered that the bathtub was huge. There was plenty of room for all three of them to fit. Wordlessly, Mulder turned on the hot water and they piled inside. Scully leaned against Krycek's chest, sobbing. He put his arms comfortingly around her and beckoned to Mulder. He leaned into his new lovers and they cradled together, crying, until the water ran cold.

Toweling off, they needed no words. They didn't know what would happen to them. They didn't know if they would survive the woman's Game or where it would lead. But they did know that even if they never saw each other again, they would never be able to erase this day from their hearts and souls.

Coming out of the bathroom, they found food waiting for them. She must have gotten it while they were showering. A folding table bore the weight of several steaming cartons of Chinese food, a plate of sandwiches, a tub of potato salad, a pot of coffee with cream and sugar and three mugs. Underneath was a cooler half full of ice with cans of beer and soda sticking out.

They ate, still silent, sneaking cautious glances at their captor and smiles for each other. When the food was gone, they waited to learn their fate.

She studied them impassively for a long time. "We're done for today. You've all traveled a long road in the way you think of each other and I want you to process all that's happened here. When I let you go, it's important they you obey these next instructions. As tempting as it's going to be to get together without me, I want you to wait until the next Game. You're all untried at this sort of...relationship with each other. I want to be there to guide you. Okay, up against the wall."

She blindfolded them and piled them into her car to take them home. At each door, she whispered into the ears of her captive, "Until next time.
 

 

The Game part 2