Title: Turn About Is Fair Play 2

Lady Midath's Fan Fiction

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X Files or the characters. No profits are being made.

Fandom:X Files

M/M Slash fiction

Pairing:Skinner/Krycek/later Mulder

Rating: NC17 For non consensual sex, language, some violence, angst.

Status: Part 2 of Turnabout Is Fair Play

Please note here that Alex Krycek still has both his arms

Warning: This story does not portray Walter Skinner as a sympathetic, character, but rather someone who is out for revenge. If this is not how you like to see our favourite AD presented, then maybe this fic is not for you please don't flame me as you have been warned :-)

Turnabout Is Fair Play 2
by Lady Midath

It was late and Alex was tired, his shoulders slumped he stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall to the door of Walter Skinner's condo. The Assistant Director had called him with a terse command to come directly over to the condo, a tweak in Alex's muscles and veins had hurried him along.

Alex knocked on the door and it swung open, suddenly he felt his arm taken in a vice like grip and he was hauled through the door and into the dimly lit apartment.

Without a word, Alex felt himself dragged over to where the couch sat and before he knew what was happening, he was thrown over the back of it.

He gasped as his middle connected with the back of the sofa, he felt a hand push down onto the center of his spine while another hand reached around to undo the button and zip of his jeans.

His jeans were roughly pulled down to his knees and he felt his ass cheeks pulled apart, an exploratory finger sliding into his anus.

Alex grit his teeth against the intrusion, his head dangling down, not quite touching the cushion seats of the sofa. His dark hair flopping over his eyes.

The finger was withdrawn and he shivered as he felt the thick head of Walter's cock press against his asshole.

A burning sensation ripped through him as Walter's cock slid full length, pressing against Alex's prostate.

His hands grabbed at the sofa as he desperately fought to keep his balance as the relentless pounding forced his body forward slightly.

Alex moaned as he fought back the sting of helpless angry tears. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the ass reaming to be over with.

With a grunt, Walter came, his semen spurting inside Alex in a hot squirt.

"There, all done, you can get up now, boy."

Alex felt a sharp slap to his backside as he was allowed up once more.

Face burning with humiliation, Alex pulled his boxers and jeans back up again, trying to ignore the wet burning sensation in his ass.

"Thirsty boy?" Walter asked as he walked into the kitchen, Alex said nothing, but accepted the beer that Walter handed him. It was cold and tasted damn good.

"Is that all you wanted me for?" Alex asked as he watched the older man carry his beer over to the sofa and settle himself down.

Walter chuckled. "For now."

Alex drew a deep breath, his hands already clenching with rage.

"You summoned me all the way over here so you could...throw me over the back of your goddamed sofa and fuck me up the ass? That's it?"

Walter returned Alex's gaze steadily. "That's it."

"Fuck you." Alex breathed, barely controlling his fury now.

"No, actually I believe I just fucked you." Walter's smile was cool and amused.

Alex glared at the older man for a moment, then, without a word, abruptly headed for the door. "I am out of here." He snarled, reaching out to open the front door, when a searing twinge stopped him.

He gasped with the sudden pain, then whirled around to where Walter was still calmly sitting, the palm pilot had appeared like magic in his hand.

"Did I say you could go anywhere, boy?"

Alex opened his mouth to snap an answer, then thought better of it, the sight of the deadly silver object, changing his mind.

"Well, did I?" Walter asked, sitting back against the sofa, holding the palm pilot up for Alex to see.

Alex watched it move back and forth in Walter's hand, fascinated by it, like a mouse watching a deadly snake.

"I think you are forgetting your new place in the greater scheme of things, boy." Walter said easily as he sat back, watching Alex's face with amusement.

Alex's ran his tongue nervously over his lips, never once taking his eyes off the cursed palm pilot.

"Do you need to be reminded...again?"

"No, no Walter, I don't." Alex said speaking softly. "Please..." He watched, hypnotized as Walter turned the palm pilot over in his hand.

Seeing the fear that had crept into the younger man's eyes, Walter nodded, satisfied. He put the palm pilot back into the pocket of the casual jacket he was wearing.

"I've been thinking." He said suddenly. Alex looked at him, his face still and watchful, he waited as Walter took another mouthful of beer, deliberately drawing the moment out.

Alex waited, hand still resting on the door knob.

"I am getting tired of having to call you every time I want you, Alex." Walter said thoughtfully. "I mean after all, you are supposed to be at my beck and call so to speak and usually you are god knows where and I have to wait for you. Now that's not very convenient, is it?"

Alex said nothing, a cold feeling had begun to creep over him, he did not like the direction this particular conversation was taking.

"So I have decided, you are going to move in here with me." Walter finished. Alex gaped at him, disbelief and fury all vying for place inside him.

"You want me to move in here...with you?" Alex exclaimed. "You have to be kidding. This is a joke...isn't it?"

"Oh no, Alex." Walter replied calmly. "I am deadly serious."

Alex could tell by the expression on the older man's face that he was.

"Walter, look..." Alex began, a light sheen of sweat had begun to pop out on his upper lip and forehead. "This, this is not a good idea, I mean you can't honestly expect me to just give up my apartment and just move in here to be your fuck boy... you can't" Alex's voice rose slightly on the last couple of words.

Surely Walter couldn't be serious...could he?

Walter chuckled as he set the now empty bottle of beer down onto the coffee table in front of him.

"Oh, you are going to be far more than just a fuck boy, Alex." He replied. The bigger man got to his feet and walked over to where Alex was still standing. He moved closer to him, dwarfing the smaller man with his sheer size.

"I've been thinking about this for a little while now." He continued, his brown eyes pinning Alex, making the younger man almost squirm. "You know, I could use someone to clean up around here, take care of the cooking and cleaning, take my shirts and suits to the laundry, that kind of thing. I guess I have been so busy with work lately that I haven't really had time to do all that, but now it can be all taken care of." Walter was grinning now, thoroughly enjoying the reaction he was getting.

He watched as the colour slammed into Alex's face, then drain away again. Alex simply could not believe what he was hearing, Jesus Christ, the bald headed bastard was really going to make Alex some kind of fucking half assed servant.

"I won't do it." Alex told him, outraged. "I fucking well won't. You can't expect me to be some kind of goddammed slave."

Walter regarded the furious ex-Consortium operative coolly. "I don't see what choice you have, Alex." He replied. "You are to pack up whatever shit you own and you move in here with me. Or else."

Alex felt his stomach do a slow roll, he knew perfectly well what the 'or else' meant.

I'll give you until I get home tomorrow, Alex." Walter told him. "I expect to see you with all your gear packed, ready and waiting for me." He took the palm pilot out of his pocket and held it up in front of the younger man.

"Don't make me have to give you a little reminder, is that clear, Alex?"

The ex-assassin nodded, it was perfectly clear.

(2)

Alex sat in the bar nursing a vodka, the one drink he indulged in when he was feeling particularly shitty.

He had left Walter's condo and had come straight here where he had been drinking steadily ever since.

He finished the drink and beckoned the barman over.

"Another one." He said pointing to the now empty glass.

"Sure thing, buddy." The barman poured another vodka then went to serve another customer.

Alex glared moodily down at his drink, bitter thoughts of vengeance running through his mind.

First of all he was going to pay a certain black lunged son of a bitch a visit and put a well deserved bullet right between those cold snake like eyes, then he was going to beat a certain Assistant Director to death with his own palm pilot...

"Well fancy seeing you here."

Alex looked, straight into Fox Mulder's eye's.

"What are you doing here?" Alex asked, his voice unsteady. Fox stared at him in surprise, Alex Krycek was drunk.

"I thought I'd come in for a quick drink, you know, relax, unwind." Fox slipped onto the barstool next to him.

Alex shrugged and looked down at his drink once more. Great, first of all he gets fucked up the ass by Walter fucking Skinner and now the man who he was hopelessly in love with had just sat himself down on the stool next to him, so close they were almost touching.

*//Could things get any better boy and girls?//* He thought as he lifted the glass to his lips.

"And what are you doing here, Alex?" Fox asked with a smile. "Drowning your sorrows?"

"Nah, just taking them out for a swim." Alex replied.

The barman sauntered over to where Fox and Alex were sitting.

"What will you have, Sir?" He asked.

"Scotch, neat." Fox replied.

Alex glanced at him blearily, the vodka was really starting to take effect now.

"I didn't take you for a scotch drinker." He said with a crooked grin.

Fox shrugged. "And I didn't take you for a vodka drinker."

Alex taped a finger against his chest. "Russian, remember?"

Fox took a sip of his drink, grimacing slightly, he was not much of a drinker but today had been a somewhat crappy kind of day. First of all he'd had an argument with Scully over a case, she was insisting that it was a serial killer when he knew dammed well it was a werewolf, but she refused to budge an inch over it.

Then there was Kersh, well the less said about him the better...and Skinner had been acting rather strange of late.

Hell it was enough to drive any poor hard working FBI agent to the dubious comfort of alcohol. He had decided to stop at this bar for a quick drink before going home to his somewhat lonely apartment and a bowl of tinned chili or maybe some beef stew.

The last person he had expected to see was Alex Krycek, triple agent and all around son of a bitch.

Fox had somehow managed to restrain to the urge to walk up and hit him, he had looked so... unhappy, just sitting there all alone on the barstool, nursing his drink.

Fox regarded the ex-assassin now as he sipped the burning liquid, feeling it slide down his throat, creating a comfortable glow inside.

He had to admit, an unhappy, half drunk Alex was an interesting Alex.

"So what brings you here?" Fox asked, he was genuinely intrigued, he had never seen Alex Krycek so much as take a look at a bottle of booze, let alone sit in a bar getting steadily plastered.

Alex looked up at him, then turned away. "Nothing." He replied shortly.

Fox pursed his lips and nodded...okay.

They sat together for a few minutes, not speaking, just listening to the background noise of the bar. The muted conversation, the rattle of glasses and soft music coming from the radio behind the bar.

Fox glanced at his watch, it was getting late, but he felt no particular desire to go home right now.

Suddenly his stomach rumbled, he realized that he had not eaten since breakfast that morning.

He looked over at Alex, who had returned to staring down at his drink.

"I'm going to go and grab something to eat." Fox said suddenly. "You want to come with me or what?"

Alex glanced at him, his eyes puzzled and clearly unsure. "I thought you hated me." He replied.

"Well I have you admit, you aren't exactly my favourite person, but what the fuck." Fox replied with a shrug, and a smile.

Fox would have died before he admitted it, but the real reason behind the invitation was simply this, Fox was tired of being alone. He was sick of his own company, his own miserable thoughts.

He simply did not want to face another solitary evening on his own, even if it meant having to spend it with a man that he did not trust.

Well spending the evening with Alex Krycek had to be better than spending it staring at some mindless crap on TV. Or worse still, his own miserable thoughts.

Alex nodded, the shrugged, what the fuck. He knew that if Walter was to find out about this, well the consequences were not worth thinking about.

But this was a chance to spend some time with Fox, even though he knew in his heart that they could never be together, but he could grab this one moment...couldn't he?

"Okay." Alex said with a grin. "You're on."

"How do hamburgers sound?" Fox asked as they paid their tab and headed to the door.

Alex shrugged, then staggered slightly. Fox caught his arm, steadying the younger man.

"Sound good to me." Alex replied, and together they stepped out into the cool night air, both of them blissfully unaware that they were being watched.

The tall well dressed figure watched them as they headed up the street in search of food, Alex gait somewhat unsteady. He smiled thinly as he took out a pack of Morleys, bending his head down slightly to light one.

The brief flare of the match, illuminating his lined features for a second, then he slipped back into the shadows once more.

(3)

The door to Walter's office opened and Spender sauntered into the room.

Walter looked up from the files he was reading, his face hardening as Spender settled himself into one of the chairs in front of Walter's desk.

"What do you want, Spender?" Walter asked coldly. Spender smiled at him for a moment, then leaned forward in his chair.

"I have some information for you, Mr Skinner." He replied, his voice smooth and mild, as always. "Some information that you will no doubt find, interesting."

Walter sighed and set the files down. "And that information being?"

Spender smiled thinly and sat back in the chair once more.

"It concerns a certain ex-assistant of mine, Mr Skinner. The very same young man that you have, well shall we say, a special connection with."

Walter frowned. "Alex, what about him?"

Spender shook his head in mock sorrow. "Really Mr Skinner, I would have thought that you of all people would have been aware of what has been going on."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Walter asked, puzzled now.

"When we gave Alex Krycek to you Mr Skinner, you assured us that you would be able to keep him under control. That was the agreement that we made, was it not?" Spender replied.

Walter stared at the other man for a minute, totally confused now.

"I have no idea of what you are talking about." Walter replied, his voice coldly. "I have kept to my side of the bargain, Spender, I have been keeping Alex under control, as a matter of fact, he's moving into my apartment so I can keep an even closer eye on him."

"Then where was he last night?" Spender asked, that reptilian smile still in place.

"He was with me for a couple of hours, then he left. I told him he was to pack his things and meet me at my place this evening. Why do you ask?" Walter's voice had become sharp now.

"I see, so for much of the evening, his whereabouts were unaccounted for." Spender nodded slowly.

Walter's eyes narrowed. "He had his instructions." He replied tersely.

"Then it is my sad duty to inform you that Alex did not go straight home." Spender went on to describe the little scene that he had witnessed in front of the bar.

Walter listened, his face grim. After Spender had finished, he said coldly. "I assume you have proof of this?"

Spender shrugged. "I did not pictures if that's what you mean, Mr Skinner, but by all means ask your agent. I am sure that Mulder would be more than happy to tell you everything."

Walter nodded. "I will, of that I can promise you." He said, his voice grim.

"Good, see that you do, oh and I expect to see Alex Krycek suitably punished for his disobedience of course."

Walter lifted his head, his mouth had settled into a tight line, god how he loathed this man.

"Whether I choose to punish Alex is my decision, not yours."

Spender got to his feet, all trace of that cold smile gone. "May I remind you of our arrangement, Mr Skinner?"

The Smoking Man watched with satisfaction as the colour rose in the AD's face.

"There's no need, Spender." Walter all but spat the words out.

"Good, because I certainly would not want to have to make any changes to it at all." Spender replied. "And you know what will happen if I am forced to...don't you, Mr Skinner."

Walter glared at Spender, then slowly nodded, yes, he did, and as much as he hated this arrangement, he knew full well what would happen, and not just to Alex, but to all of them.

He watched with flat hatred in his eyes as the Smoking Man left his office, a trail of smoke lingering, the only evidence of his ever being there.

*//Deals with the devil.//* Walter thought bitterly. *//When you make deals with the devil, notes come due..and they come due in brimstone.//*

END OF PART TWO