X-Files fic - The Game part two

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Title: The Game 
Author: Soleil Compeau
Fandom: The X-Files
Summary: Mulder, Scully, and Krycek are forced to acknowledge their desire for one another.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Mulder/Scully/Krycek
Disclaimer: See, the thing is, Nick Lea held me at gunpoint and forced meto type this. Blame him...

WARNING: Slash, het, tickling, oral, anal, shades of non-con, shades of sub/dom. If this offends you, take a hike now.

 

Chapter Five - Consumation part one

He raised his hand and knocked sharply, just beneath the "42". Scully answered the door. "I see you got my note," she greeted him.

Krycek eased inside, his eyes immediately finding Mulder. It was dark in the apartment and the tall agent hovered near the window, making it impossible to read his expression. Scully shut the door and put her back to it. The fishtank gurgled in the silence.

"So," he began, still trying to find Mulder's eyes. "What do you want?"

Scully stepped forward. "The question is, do we let this *Game* continue?"

Alex faced her, deliberately turning his back on Mulder in a show of trust. She continued. "She's obviously working us towards full-on intercourse. We're being held against our will and *I* say we should *stop* it."

He mulled this over, then decided to tackle the lesser issue first. "How do you plan to do that? Tell her no? Give her name to the police? Just what do you know about this woman other than what she looks like?"

She looked uncertain. "A description and an APB..." she began, but Krycek cut her off.

"She's had no problem so far getting to us. What makes you think anybody can get to *her* if she doesn't want to be found?"

Scully's response was to look pissed. Mulder closed in behind him. Quietly he said. "Scully told me that she wouldn't mind continuing on with me, but..." he shrugged apologetically.

"Not you! Never you!" she spat.

That stung. Krycek tried not to show his hurt, but tears pricked his eyes. "I freely admit that I've served the Smoking Man's agenda in the past. But lately we've been working at cross purposes. I'm not necessarily in league with YOU, but...but." He stopped and hung his head in shame. "I've been serving my own agenda. Maybe this is a way to begin making up to you the evil I've done. I can try, at least."

Scully rubbed her eyes in defeat and leaned into Krycek. Surprised, he hugged her back. Mulder put his hands on his shoulders from behind. She mumbled into his chest. "I don't like not being in control."

Mulder chuffed laughter. "Who, you?" After a moment he continued. "Supposing that we actually can stop this. Ignoring for now the real question, which is: do we want to stop this. There is a moment every time the Game begins that she is vulnerable to us. Next time she knocks on one of our doors, be ready. Make no noise, get your gun on her, don't let her take control."

As they considered his words, a sudden pounding surprised them. Without thinking, Mulder flung open the door. The choice had been taken from them yet again. While they were distracted by their rising desire for each other, the woman had approached and taken them all together.

She entered with a sardonic grin. "Nice to find you all waiting together. Plotting against me, are you?" She pointed to a wall. "Line up. Now."

The room was by now so familiar to them. At the memory of what had happened here, heat flushed through their bodies. The GameMaster didn't even look at them as she shut and locked the door. "Krycek's been going last a lot lately. This time let's let him start. Alex and Scully, on the bed. Use condoms, lube, rope, whatever. I don't care." She flopped down in the corner and laid her gun casually on her knee.

Scully gasped, Mulder growled, Krycek moaned. Scully looked at the Russian with glittering heat. He nearly swooned. Ice Queen, no way, he thought appreciatively. Underneath that tight control she's made of lava. She crawled onto the bed and crooked her finger invitingly. When Krycek moved towards her, she made a show of unbuttoning her blouse.

"Trying to get back that control, are you?" he purred seductively. "OK, I'll let you. For now." He closed in and kissed her. Moist slow strokes of their lips melted them even more. It was much like their recent make-out session, but deeper, wetter, filled with more promise.

Scully broke the kiss and looked questioningly at Krycek. "She said something about condoms?" she began uncertainly. "Alex, I'm barren."

He started to answer her, but the woman interupted. "He's completely clean. You don't need to worry about that." When they glanced over at her, she explained, "I know everythng about you, remember?"

"I'll wear a condom if you want me to Scully. It doesn't really matter to me. I just want to be with you." Alex assured her sweetly. Scully shook her head and returned to his embrace. They had no way to tell if the woman was lying, but it seemed logical to assume that she wasn't. She was the one who mentioned the condoms in the first place, after all.

Mulder sat back in the armchair and watched. It was like his very own porn video starring his two favorite people. He opened his pants and leisurely stroked his penis. The feelings intensified when the redhead and dark man hurriedly undressed themselves.

Krycek pressed her back into the pillows. Almost reverently he passed his palms over her skin from her collarbone to her thighs. Scully relaxed, her minute trembling ceased. He reached between her legs and teasingly fingered the folds of her labia. Her wetness increased as he ran his fingers gently back and forth.

When she began to squirm, Krycek leaned down to lick and suck her nipples. Slowly he eased a finger into her, moving it in and out, going deeper every time. Scully was moaning very softly. Her hands roved over him, touching him. When she wrapped her hand around his cock, he began to talk to her. "Dana, you're so lovely. Every time I've ever seen you, you've been so powerful." He smiled. "And dangerous. I never realized what a sexy woman you are."

"I did." Mulder couldn't restrain himself from speaking to them. They looked over at him and saw that he had removed all his clothes and was still slowly stroking his rigid length. "Scully. I've always respected you and knew you to be my equal. But sometimes I would notice what nice breasts you have. Or you would wear a particular skirt, with those high heels, and I could see more of your legs." Mulder gasped and pumped his hand a little faster. "Oh God...I would go home and touch myself thinking of you. I dream of pleasuring you by licking between your legs until you cry out and squirm and come all over my mouth."

His words were imflaming Krycek as much as they were inflaming Scully. He reared up and grasped his cock, pushing the blunt head into Scully's silky body. She was almost unbearably tight.

"Oh!" Scully shouted. She tried to relax further so he could try again. Alex lowered himself back down over her body, resting on his elbows. Instead of driving deeper in her, he rolled his hips against hers until the friction began driving her crazy. Her muscles relaxed and she opened further, so that he slid in deeper without any real effort from either of them.

They had to stop a moment to adjust to each other. Krycek's eyes were closed tightly, he breathed hard in concentration. Mulder sat up and looked closely at them. Alex began to move but Scully was already pushing up against him. He couldn't control himself, he moved faster and faster until he was just pounding into her at a frenzied pace.

Mulder watched in helpless fascination as a red flush spread over Scully's white breasts, shoulders, and neck. She grunted repeatedly as Krycek hammered her. They were like wild, untamed animals finding satisfaction in a wild coupling. Scully pressed her feet against the mattress and bucked like a mare in heat.

She couldn't believe the depths to which the man inside her was plunging. She had imagined her break from celibacy as more tender and caring. There would be hours of foreplay, followed by gentle lovemaking and contented pillow-talk. But as soon as the Russian touched her, such romantic notions fled. The need had been building in her for too long. She craved release. Now. Fast, hard, and furious.

The woman in the corner watched too, with her face in shadow and her eyes lit up. None of them had displayed any reticence this time. Just a mere suggestion and they were eager. Her breathing quickened when Krycek opened his mouth and groaned deeply.

It was the most noise he had made so far, other than harsh panting and soft grunts. His vocal expression of enjoyment pushed Scully into climax. She tightened her arms around his neck and screamed and writhed. Krycek held on to his control just long enough to let her finish, then took two long thrusts and gushed into her with a sharp cry.

Mulder came at the same time Scully did. The mere sight of their incredible fucking had been unbearable for him. He sprawled back in the chair with his seed splattered all over his belly. Scully and Krycek lay still for a few minutes, then Scully pushed Krycek off of her and sat up. Her eyes fell on Mulder and she smiled slowly.

Mulder gulped. Where had this wicked siren that looked so much like his partner come from? She sinuously moved to the edge of the bed closest to him. "Your turn Mulder."

Chapter Six - Consumation part two

Mulder looked chagrined. "Don't you need to rest or something?"

She chuckled evilly. "You've never heard the saying about women, then."

His eyebrow mimicked hers and attempted to raise above his hairline. "Which saying is that, Scully?" he asked in his driest tone.

Krycek levered himself up on one elbow. "A woman is never so ready to...as when she just has," he offered.

Scully nodded happily. Mulder eased his lanky body out of the recliner and went into the bathroom to clean himself. He emerged to see that Scully had kicked Krycek out of the bed and was eagerly, if nervously, awaiting him.

"Scully," he began awkwardly. "This is our first time and I...I want it to be...perfect."

She indicated the woman with the gun in the corner. "You call this ideal circumstances?" She looked back at him and saw that he only had eyes for her. Naked and utterly unselfconscious, his eyes were very soft. The woman retreated even further into the shadows. She hadn't spoken since her comments upon entering the room, and she didn't speak now.

"Mulder, if we keep waiting for the timing to be perfect, we'll die from sexual frustration." Scully held her arms out to him. The words tumbled easily from her lips. "I know that you love me, and you know that I love you."

It was what he'd been waiting for since his life began, it seemed. Mulder knelt on the bed and moved to kiss her, but she pulled away. "Kneel down, like this," she requested. "Yes." He squatted on his heels facing her. "You admitted earlier to having fantasies. I've had my share of them too." She put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him.

He had never known how much could be conveyed by a simple touch until he met Scully. Then he learned how meaningful the press of a hand against back or shoulder was, the intimacy of fingers entwined; or best of all, the rare, precious times they wrapped their arms around each other. Now Scully taught him that his skin was one big erogenous zone. Simple touch was the greatest aphrodisiac.

Her lips moved from his lips across his cheek to the mole there, down his chin and to his neck. Her hands lightly caressed his shoulders and collarbones. Mulder threw his head back to expose his throat even more. "Oh Scully...my neck is so sensitive!" he gasped.

"I know. Every time I touched you over the years, every time I brushed my fingers against your neck, I knew I was driving you crazy."

"Oh!" he gasped again. His nipples tightened as her fingers found his chest. Immediately she pinched and fondled them, and he shivered. Scully rubbed all over his shoulders, upper arms, and chest while kissing and biting every inch of his neck. Mulder was amazed. She had yet to touch him in an overtly sexual way, yet he was very, very hard.

Belatedly he realized that he should touch her too, and began stroking her smooth lovely back. It seemed to the signal she was waiting for. She moved her hands to his knees and began nibbling his ears. She ran her palms agonizingly slowly up his thighs. She tugged lightly on the hair there. Mulder reached around and fondled her breasts. Her beautiful, beautiful breasts that he thought about so often. When she cupped his balls in her palm, he nearly jumped out of his skin. "Please, please!" he cried out.

Scully collapsed flat onto the bed, pulling on his shoulders so that he tumbled with her. "I want you on top Mulder."

"Really? Are you sure?" He seemed almost amused. "You don't want to ride me?"

"Maybe next time." The GameMaster's ears perked, and she listened closely. "Right now I want your weight on me, pressing me into the bed. I want to feel you and smell you all arou-" He cut off her words with a savage kiss and a finger slipped into her wetness. Mulder slid down the bed and sampled that wetness. He could taste her essence mingled with Krycek's. It was intoxicating.

Mulder rose above her, poised to plunge inside. He had dared to imagine this scenario a few times since knowing her. Imagined being inside her, loving her with his whole body. Scully gazed up at him. He trembled in anticipation, fear, love, desire, a kind of panic. Then he sheathed himself with one long slow push.

Once inside her, he found a measure of control over his raging body. With a hand on either side of her head, effectively trapping her beneath him, Mulder found footholds in the blankets to thrust with deep, hard strokes. He moved slowly so they could savor each rush of sensation.

Scully already knew that he was much more vocal than Krycek. She loved his noises. He expressed himself with soft sobs, a repeated "oh" and "Scully, Scully." Mulder watched as her orgasm built. Watched her eyes squeeze shut, watched her mouth turn down in a grimace. He felt her body tighten around him and felt a sweet warm gush. It nearly drove him over the edge. He held on to his control with the thought that he wanted to see that look on her face, hear those noises, again and again and again.

She opened her eyes at last. The blue seemed to go on forever. He staightened his arms, rising up until the only place they were touching was where they were joined. He moved faster, talking to her in a roughened, sex-laden voice. "Come for me again Scully. Oh, you're so beautiful."

She wound her hands through his hair. "Mulder...oh...you're so sexy!"

"Oh God...you think I'm sexy?" He pushed faster and faster. It felt so good to slam his hips against hers. Once, he might have been concerned about hurting her, but that was before he witnessed her savage coupling with Krycek.

"Yes..so sexy...God yes!" Scully shamelessly urged him on. Her gaze was pulling him out of his body and into hers. He panted and moaned and couldn't, couldn't hold back. He came with incredible violence, still looking into her eyes. "Scully! I love you! I love you!"

Mulder passed out momentarily. Fortunately Scully was a strong woman and she welcomed his dead weight. He came to quickly out of fear he was crushing her.  That was when Alex approached the bed, fully aroused, trusting that they would take care of him. Mulder and Scully made room for him on the bed and opened their arms to him.

Chapter Seven - Aftermath

His lovers greeted him with kisses and soft touches all over his body that only served to excite him further. Mulder lay back against the pillows and cradled Alex to his chest. He kissed his neck and whispered to him how much he wanted to fuck him. Scully licked her way down his chest and stomach to take him into her mouth.

So engrossed were they in each other that none of them noticed the woman cross the room, open the door, and hang the key on a tiny hook. They didn't notice her turn for one last look at them, then walk out the door, leaving it open. And none of them noticed her disappear into the gathering dusk outside the warehouse.

Krycek stroked his partners' heads lovingly. He lay now with his legs spread wide, both of them cradled between. Mulder lapped and sucked at his sensitive head while Scully pumped his shaft. "Aaahh, aaahh," he cried softly, throwing his head back and arching up into them.

Mulder gently brushed Scully's hand aside and slid his mouth down his cock, his tongue massaging firmly. This action was enough to send Alex flying. He cried out the man's name in release and wonder, and Mulder took it all.

The bed was an island in a sea of contentment. Soft sighs and moans were heard as the threesome adjusted from sexual positions to resting and cuddling positions. It was Scully who finally noticed. "Hey! The woman's gone!"

"We should go after her. Find her!" Mulder tried to get up but his body would not obey him. He was too sated to be an FBI trained fighter just then.

"We don't even know when she left," Scully pointed out. "We *could* trail her..." None of them were really up for a long chase after an uncertain objective. So they let their minds wander to other subjects.

"Wonder what's in that closet?" Krycek stood on unsteady legs to investigate. Mulder and Scully moved to kiss but an excited squeal interrupted them.

"Mulder, this looks like it would fit you!" Alex ran out waving a large purple thong.

"I am NOT wearing that." Mulder's forehead wrinkled in consternation.

The Russian disappeared back into the closet. Meanwhile, Scully was eyeing the rings in the wall and fingering a leftover piece of rope on the headboard. His disembodied voice drifted out to them. "A lot of this looks like it would fit Scully."

"Hey Alex," she called. "Let's tie Mulder up." The subject's eyebrows rose alarmingly, and Alex emerged again to eye his lean body appreciatively.

"What could we do with him then?" he asked with interest.

Scully grinned. "We can tickle him some more." Mulder jumped. "Then you can do that rimjob thing." She blushed and dropped her eyes while her tall partner squirmed. "Mulder, you've *got* to feel that. And then...I'd like to see you two have sex."

Hours later, the exhausted triangle fell asleep in the bed in a huddle like baby cats. They had canvassed the area earlier. The building they were in was in a seedy warehouse district; the neighborhood bordered on the sleazy, but after careful consideration they had decided they were safe enough for the time being.

"We should come back with a fingerprinting kit." Mulder yawned. Scully was already fast asleep and snoring lightly. He ruffled her messy hair tenderly.

The back of her head was surely bruised from being slammed against the wall. They *had* tied Mulder up, facing the wall. True to their  word, they tickled him mercilessly until he begged them to stop. Then Alex *had* rimmed him, leaving Mulder shocked and trembling at the unique sensations. Scully helped Krycek spread the lube over his asshole and then slid between Mulder and the wall when Alex entered him. She kneeled down with difficulty and sucked on Mulder's erect penis while Krycek pumped into him, both of them coming with screams of pleasure.

Despite the trauma to her head, Scully had begged them to do her too. Alex took her from behind, on her hands and knees, while Mulder penetrated a man for the first time. He seemed to enjoy dominating the fuck, his every thrust reverberating through Alex and Scully's body.

"Our fingerprints will be all over the place too," Krycek pointed out. He couldn't force his sleepy eyes open.

"Exactly why we keep it off the record," Mulder murmured drowsily. His hand found Alex' in the darkness and clasped it.

"Hey, something I'm good at." They slept at last.

Across town, the woman strode briskly into an office building. She was immediatley waved through the security doors, and bounded upstairs to a particular office.

A grey haired man with a cigarette greeted her. "Samantha. How's your little project going?"

"Better than I expected. It's finished actually. But Father..." She stopped and chewed her lip.

"What is it?" The man solemnly raised the Morley to his lips and took a drag. His gaze was piercing.

"I think the distraction factor won't be as great as we originally planned. Putting such paranoid minds together could backfire on us."

"Perhaps." The Smoking Man took yet another puff and comtemplated a moment. "We shall see."

The End