Title: The Game  
Author: Soleil Compeau
Summary: Mulder, Scully, and Krycek are forced to acknowledge their
desire for one another.
Rating: NC17
Keywords: Slash. Nonconsensual sex (NOT a rape fic)
Disclaimer: See, the thing is, Nick Lea held me at gunpoint and forced me
to type this. Blame him...

WARNING: This contains scenes of m/m sex as well as m/m/f sex and
nonconsensual sexual situations. If 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. 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 his finger down Mulder's balls to his ass, and thrust
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.

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