Title: Turn About Is Fair Play 3

Lady Midath's Fan Fiction

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the X Files, that privilege is CC's and Ten Thirteen productions

Fandom: X Files

Pairing:Skinner/Krycek/Mulder

Rating: NC17 for non consensual sex, discipline, language, angst and all around cruelty to our favourite rat :-)

Archive: Yes certainly, just let me know where

Part 3 of Turnabout Is Fair Play

Summary: Spender chooses a novel way to punish Alex

Please note that Alex Krycek still has both arms

In this story Walter Skinner is not portrayed as a sympathetic character,but rather as someone bent on revenge, if you do not like to see our favourite AD portrayed like this, then maybe this story is not for you. Please don't flame me, as you have been warned :-)

TURNABOUT IS FAIR PLAY 3
Written by Lady Midath

Walter was gratified to see that Alex was waiting outside his door , as per his instructions. Not that he had any choice of course, Walter thought with grim satisfaction.

He sat with his back against the wall opposite, a couple of bags beside him, baseball cap pulled low over his eyes.

He looked up as he heard the older man approach, his face looked pale and drawn, his eyes were red rimmed. He looked as though he was in the grip of one mother of a hangover.

Walter stopped in front of him, his face coldly neutral as he stared down at the ex-assassin.

"You look like hell, boy." He commented. Alex grinned up at him lazily.

"Feel like it as well, Walter." He replied.

The Assistant Director nodded, if he didn't feel like hell now, he was going too, very shortly.

"Get on your feet boy and get your ass inside...now."

"Sure thing." Alex climbed to his feet and picked the bags up. Walter unlocked the front door to his apartment, and ushered Alex inside.

Alex set the bags down onto the floor, waiting for Walter as the older man locked the door, and turned to face him.

"Take your gear into the spare room then get back out here...oh and Alex." He added as the younger bent to pick his bags back up again.

Alex glanced up at him. "What?"

"We have a couple of things that we need to discuss." Walter told him.

Alex stared at him for a moment, butterflies already starting to twist around inside him.

"Okay." He carried the bags into the spare room, dumping them down onto the neat single bed.

He walked back out to the living room where Walter was still waiting for him, hands on hips, standing there, his casual stance showing his large muscular body to it's best advantage. His whole alpha male presence filling the room.

Alex stopped nervously running his tongue over his lips. The AD had never looked so...dammed sexy before, or so dangerous.

"Get your ass over here."

The deep growl effected Alex a hell of a lot more effectively then a billion nanocytes ever could. Jumping slightly, Alex hurried over to where the bigger man was waiting for him.

Walter glared down at the younger man, his brown eyes raking over him with cold detached appraisal.

"How's Mulder, boy?" He asked.

Alex felt a thrill of real fear shoot through him. *//Oh shit.//*

Aloud he replied. "Mulder....what are you talking about, Walter?"

A sudden flash of pain flared across Alex's cheek, the blow from Walter's open palm sent him staggering backwards.

"What have I told you about lying to me, boy?" Walter reached out and grabbed Alex by the front of his shirt, dragging him almost off his feet, he pulled him up so close that their faces were almost touching.

"W...W...Walter...what..."Alex stammered, real fear rising in his belly now.

The older man smiled at him ferally. A lion spotting it's prey. "You were seen last night, Alex, leaving a bar with Fox Mulder. Don't try to deny it, you little piece of shit." Walter grated the words out, giving the younger man a shake as he did so.

"I......it was a...an accident." Alex cried out as he dangled from Walter's iron grip. "I was sitting at the bar, h...having a drink...he walked in. Walter please...it was just coincidence, that's all!" Alex's voice rose, frantic.

You left the bar with him." Walter said coldly. "Where did you both go from there?"

"To grab a hamburger, we were hungry. We went to a MacD's that was up the road. That's all I swear!"

Walter glared at Alex for several long minutes, the younger man twisting and sweating in the AD's grip. Then Walter opened his hand and Alex dropped onto the floor with a thud.

"You have a real problem with obedience, don't you, boy?" He said menacingly as he watched a now terrified Alex clamber back up to his feet.

"Walter, please..."Alex began desperately now, he could feel the cold sheen of sweat as terrified he attempted to explain himself to the furious Assistant Director.

Suddenly the palm pilot appeared in Walter's hand, making Alex's words dry up. The younger man took a step back, his hands held out in front of him as if to ward off his impending doom.

"Yes, real problem all right." Walter continued as he keyed the nanocytes into life.

He watched as Alex staggered, clutching at his stomach, moaning as the first agonizing surge of nanocytes activated in his bloodstream.

The younger man dropped to his knees doubling over, then collapsed onto his side, writhing on the floor, teeth gritted, the veins already popping out against his skin, a roadmap of pain as the agonizing sensations ripped through him.

It was as though his whole body was on fire, his nerves screeched in protest as the metallic demons danced through his system.

Alex shrieked as another surge tore through him, this time it felt as though the top of his head was going to blow off.

It felt like there were a herd of wild horses galloping around inside his head, leaving bloody hoofprints in the flesh of his brain.

Suddenly the pain was gone. Walter had keyed the nanocytes back down once more and the nanocytes had gone back to their previous inert state.

Trembling, Alex lay on the carpet, helpless tears ran down his face as he allowed the effects of the nanocytes drain away.

He was dimly aware of Walter crouching down next to him, his hand coming down to grab a handful of sweat damped hair in order to lift his head up.

"That's just the beginning of what I have in store for you, boy." Walter told him, bending down to speak into Alex's ear, his voice soft...and terrifying.

"Spender told me all about your little chance meeting with Mulder, he's not at all happy with you at the moment, boy, and neither am I."

Alex said nothing, he stared up at the older man, his eyes dark and sullen with helpless rage and fear.

"He wants to see you properly punished, boy, so we had better disappoint him, had we."

"Haven't I already been punished enough?" Alex rasped out, glaring up at the imposing man, crouching over him. Like a lion crouching over it's prey.

"What, this?" Walter held the cursed palm pilot up in his hand. "On no, boy, this was just to get your attention. Your punishment hasn't even begun yet."

With that, he helped Alex to his feet. He swayed slightly, still suffering the after effects of the nanocytes. Walter put his hand out to steady him.

"Strip your clothes off, boy, while I get everything ready."

Slowly Alex complied, his shaking hand unbuttoning his shirt.

He watched as Walter set up a video camera in the corner of the living room *//Christ, what the hell is he planning now?//* Alex wondered numbly as he stripped the rest of his clothes off.

Naked and shivering, he stood waiting for whatever new horrors Walter had in store for him.

Satisfied that everything was ready, Walter turned to Alex, noticing that the younger man was trembling all over, like a frightened rabbit.

"What's wrong, boy...cold?" Walter asked sardonically raising an eyebrow.

Alex nodded. "Yeah, although I have no idea why I would be, after all I am only standing here butt naked in your fucking freezing cold living room."

Walter's well shaped mouth quirked up in a grin. "Don't worry, boy, I promise you'll be warmed up quite nicely in a short while."

Alex glared at him for a moment, then lowered his eyes, staring down sullenly at the floor.

"Get over to the couch, boy, and bend over it."

Alex's head jerked up. Walter had now taken off his belt and it dangled in a loop from his fist.

Alex's mouth suddenly went dry. He shook his head desperately. "You...you can't, Walter...you can't...please!"

Walter's nodded towards the couch, his eyes cold and implacable. He watched as Alex dragged himself over to the couch and awkwardly draped himself over it.

Walter walked over to where Alex was ass up over the couch, his long legs dangling, his head not quite touching the cushion seats.

Walter reached to run his hand over one well rounded ass cheek, admiring the smooth texture of the skin. He had to admit, he had bagged himself one sexy as hell little rodent.

Pity he had to strap this gorgeous ass, he thought, there were other much more fun things he could be doing with it right now. But this lesson was necessary. Not only to satisfy Spender and to prove that he was upholding his side of the bargain, but to teach Alex a valuable lesson in obedience.

"Get ready, boy." He said, taking his hand away and lifting the belt up to strike. "This is going to hurt."

The belt came down in a sizzling stripe across Alex's backside. He jerked as the hot pain sizzled across his skin, the belting leaving a bright red line across both bottom cheeks.

Alex kicked and struggled, hanging onto the couch as the belt came down onto his vulnerable backside. Tears trickled down his face, puddling under his chin as he tried to bite back the cries of pain, but it was no good.

Walter wielded the belt expertly, strapping every inch of skin, working his way from the top of Alex's ass down to mid thigh.

Walter watched as Alex's slender body jerked with the impact of the blows, hearing the pitiful sobs and muffled cries of pain.

Satisfied that Alex's lesson had been effectively driven home. Walter helped the weeping man to his feet.

"There, it's all over now." Walter said, holding Alex to him for a moment. Alex allowed himself to be held in those strong arms, somehow craving the contact.

Walter could feel the smaller man trembling in his arms. He reached up to stroke the smooth sable hair, feeling Alex's tears dampening his shirt.

They stood like that for a few minutes, then Walter became aware of the video camera still filming everything. Gently, he pushed Alex away from him, breaking the contact.

He walked over to the camera and switched it off. Then returned to Alex.

"Come on, boy." Walter said, his voice gruff, then he gathered the still distraught man into his arms, lifting him as easily as he would a small child.

He carried Alex into the master bedroom carefully laying him down onto the bed, making sure that he was lying on his stomach, Walter pulled the covers up over him, then switching off the light, leaving the well spanked young man to cry himself to sleep.

(2)

"It's all on here?" Spender asked, turning the video tape over in his hand.

Walter nodded curtly. "Yes, this will prove that Alex was dealt with, and quite severely, I am sure that once you watch the tape, you will be more than satisfied."

Spender smiled thinly, tucking the video into his overcoat pocket, he would view it in the privacy of his home later.

"Very good, Mr Skinner." He said as he lit yet another cigarette. "I have to admit, I had my doubts about you at first. I did not think that you were a suitable choice, especially when it came to Alex Krycek. An extremely difficult young man." Spender shook his head sorrowfully.

"Extremely difficult. But it seems that you have everything under control.

He lifted his pale eyes to pin Walter with a sharp glance. "I do assume that you have everything under control?"

"Of course." Walter replied, his voice hard and cold. "I can assure you..."

"When it comes to Alex Krycek, Mr Skinner, you can assure me of nothing." Spender broke in smoothly.

Walter glared at the other man, his mouth tightening perceptively.

"Men like Krycek need to be dealt with harshly, Mr Skinner." Spender continued. "But then I am sure that you are aware of that fact, aren't you."

"Of course." Walter replied, he was rapidly growing tired of this conversation now.

As if sensing the AD's mood, Spender offered him a thin smile. "Well, I shall take my leave of you, Mr Skinner, after all, I have some interesting viewing tonight...don't I"

Walter watched as the Smoking Man left the office, disgust and anger rolling around in his stomach.

With a sigh, he turned back to the files he had been going through, but he could not concentrate on them, his mind kept going back to the original conversation that he'd had with Spender.

He smiled sourly as recalled how Spender had sat himself down in the very same chair that he had just vacated.

"I have a proposition for you, Mr Skinner." He had said in that calm oily voice that Skinner had come to detest so well.

"You have suffered terribly at the hands of one, Alex Krycek." He had continued. "Now how would you like the chance to even the score?"

Intrigued by the idea, Walter had listened to what the Smoking Man had to say.

It was simple, Alex had pissed off Spender just once too many times and now Spender had decided to take the assassin out of circulation for good. He could have had him killed, but Spender had wanted Alex punished properly, he wanted to see the treacherous ex-operative suffer.

And what better way to do it, then to infect Alex with the new improved version of nanocytes and hand the palm pilot over to the one man who had more reason then anyone to want revenge.

Walter had been struck by the sweet simplicity of the plan, it had seemed so perfect. In one fell swoop, it took a dangerous assassin out of action and it would give him the payback that he had been looking forward to for so long.

Walter had received the phone call the very next day and he had been given instructions to drive out to one of the Consortium labs.

Following the directions, he had found the building where Spender had been waiting for him ubiquitous cigarette in hand.

Spender had shown Walter up to one of labs where several men in white lab coats were waiting for him.

A couple of dark suited men, obviously agents for the Consortium, had dragged a wildly struggling Alex into the room.

The young operative had been handcuffed and stripped of his clothes, left only wearing his plain black boxers.

He fought and yelled as he had been dragged over to the bed and pinned down while one of the doctors prepared the serum containing the nanocytes.

Walter had watched dispassionately as the young man begged and cursed, then finally wept for mercy, but all to no avail.

The nanocytes smoothly entered his system, causing the young man's body to arch in a spasm of agony while the nanocytes acquainted themselves with their new environment.

Spender had turned to the stony faced AD, the palm pilot in his hand.

"Here you are, Mr Spender." He had said cheerfully. "Now it's your turn to have some... creative fun."

Walter had accepted the palm pilot, and to tell the truth and shame the devil, he had to admit, that he was looking forward to revenging himself on the hapless young man lying limply on the bed.

"Turnabout is fair play." Walter had heard the Smoking Man say as the doctor helped Alex up to his feet, his legs had been shaking underneath him, barely about to support him.

"There you are you are, Mr Skinner." Spender had said. "He's all yours..."

Walter sighed and pushed the memories away. The agreement had been fine...at first, until Spender had started interfering. Then it had all started going downhill.

Well Walter was going to find a way get control back once and for all, even if it meant having to face the Smoking Man down. But he would do it.

(3)

Mulder was walking down the hall on his way to AD Skinner's apartment.

He had been trying to catch up with Walter all day but it had been impossible. The AD"s secretary, Kim had not allowed Fox anywhere near his office, saying that he was in an urgent meeting.

Disgusted, Fox had finally given up, resolving to catch his boss at home.

He had wanted Scully to come with him, but she had point blank refused.

"If you want to go chasing Walter Skinner at home, Mulder, over this stupid werewolf thing, then fine, but you do it on your own." She had told him as she grabbed her bag and her coat. "As for me, I still think it's a serial killer, and now I am off home to get something to eat and have a nice hot bath, then get some sleep."

*//Fine.//* Fox had thought sourly. *//I'll just do it myself.//*

He knocked on the front door to Walter's condo and waited. There was no answer, so he knocked again.

"AD Skinner!" He called out after a few minutes. "Are you there?"

Slowly the door opened and Alex Krycek peered around the door. "Fox?"

The FBI agent stared at him. "Alex?"

"Hurry, Fox." Alex hissed at him. "Get in here before he gets home."

Thoroughly confused now, Fox entered the condo. Alex was standing in front of him, wearing a faded pair of sweats and an old pullover, his face was pale and drawn, his longish hair flopped untidily over his forehead.

"Alex, what the hell are you doing here?" Fox asked. "Does Walter know you're in his apartment?"

"Of course he does." Alex snapped, his green eyes flashing. "He's the one that's been keeping me here."

"What?" Fox stared at him, not quite believing what he was hearing. "What the hell are you talking about?"

With a sigh, Alex quickly plunged into an explanation, telling Fox Mulder absolutely everything.

Fox listened, amazement and sheer disbelief playing over his handsome features as Alex filled him in on the nanocytes and everything else that had happened.

After he had finished, Fox numbly sat down onto one of the large comfortable chairs.

"You're lying." He stated.

Alex shook his head. "No, Fox, think about it, why would I lie about something like this? I am telling you the truth, I swear."

Fox stared up at Alex for a moment, looking deeply into the younger man's eyes. Alex steadily returned the gaze, his eyes clear and wide open.

Suddenly Fox had the sickening feeling that for once, Alex might be telling the truth. But if that was the case, then Walter Skinner was breaking god knows how many laws.

And this could account for why Walter had been acting so odd lately as well.

"How do I know that you aren't lying to me?" He asked suddenly.

Alex bit his lip, then face reddening, he replied. "I can show you proof, Fox. You see when Walter found out about us having a drink together at the bar, he was furious...he whipped me with his belt."

"Wha...?" Fox's mouth dropped open.

Alex turned around, pulling the back of his sweats down to show the other man his scarlet butt, darker crimson lines crisscrossed the still bright red skin.

"See, do you still think I'm lying to you?" Alex asked, pulling his pants back up again.

Fox shook his head, shocked and confused as hell. The very idea that Walter Skinner... his Walter Skinner was capable of this. It was beyond comprehension.

Could it be possible? Then a memory came back to him, the memory a certain large and very angry AD punching a handcuffed Alex in the gut, then cold bloodedly leaving him handcuffed to the railing of his balcony, out there all night in the freezing weather.

Oh yeah, it was possible all right.

"Please Fox, you have to help me." Alex stared at him, his eyes pleading. "Please."

With a sigh, he ran his hand distracted through his dark hair. "I don't know, Alex." He said slowly. "Maybe after all the shit that you've pulled over the years, maybe this is what you deserve."

Alex closed his eyes, tears of despair welling up inside him. Maybe he did deserve this, but to have his plea for help rejected by the one person that he loved more than anything...that was too much.

Fox saw the pain and helplessness on Alex's rather sweet face, and groaned, oh shit, why did he have to have such a soft heart?

"Okay, Alex." He said after a moment. "I'll help you."

Alex felt a relief and a sudden joy flood through him. "Thanks, Fox." He said sincerely. "I owe you one." On sudden impulse, he leaned forward and kissed Fox full on the mouth.

Startled, Fox went to pull away, but there was something irresistible about that hot sweet mouth on his and he soon found himself kissing Alex back, melting into the embrace.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Startled, both men broke the kiss and turned towards the now open front door, staring into the grimly set features of one very pissed off Walter S Skinner.

END OF PART THREE