Title: Turnabout Is Fair Play 4

Lady Midath's Fan Fiction

Disclaimer: I don't own any of them, wish I did though ;-)

Fandom: X Files

Pairing: Skinner/Krycek/Mulder

Rating: NC17 for non consensual sex, language, some violence and angst

Archive:Yes, just let me know where's it's going

Please note here that Alex Krycek still has both arms

For warnings please check the previous installments of the story

Turnabout Is Fair Play 4
by Lady Midath

"Would one of you like to tell me what the hell is going on in here?" Walter stepped into the living room, closing the front behind him, effectively cutting off any means of escape.

He faced the two younger men who had guiltily sprung apart, his face positively thunderous.

"Well, I'm waiting." He glared from one to the other, in full AD mode now, his eyes hard and glittering with anger.

Fox took a step forward, refusing to be intimidated by the bigger man. "I want to know what the hell you think you are doing, Walter." He countered. "Alex has told me everything." He turned towards the younger man, whose face had now drained of all colour.

"Has he now." Walter cast a speculative glance at Alex, who visibly cringed.

He turned back to his agent once more. "And did he tell you how he landed himself into his present predicament in the first place, by any chance?"

Alex opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by Walter's raised hand, the older man's eyes still fixed on Fox Mulder.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, he did." Fox replied. "He also told me that you beat him."

"Alex was..disciplined, yes." Walter conceded.

"Disciplined...." Fox replied coldly. "He wasn't...disciplined Walter, he was given a brutal beating, he showed me the marks for Christ's sake."

"I see." Walter's lips quirked up in a grim smile. "And tell me, Fox...what else did he show you?"

Walter was gratified to see the colour slam up into the younger man's face. Moving casually now, he took his overcoat off and draped it over the back of a nearby chair.

"Well, neither of you are willing to tell me what has been going on between you both, behind my back?" He spat the last couple of words out, causing Alex to wince. Fox glanced over at the younger man, seeing how frightened he was. He offered Alex what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

"Nothing has been going on here, Walter." Fox said, his voice calm and even. "Not between Alex or myself anyway. But you on the other hand..."

Walter's face had taken on a sardonic expression now as he listened as his subordinate spoke.

"Alex wants to leave here, Walter, and you are going to let him." Fox stated firmly.

"Is that so?" Walter replied, amused. "And how do you propose to make me release him, I mean, after all, he is my property. I own him, lock stock and barrel, body and soul if you will."

Fox stared back at his superior, not believing what he was hearing. "Walter, I have no idea how many laws that you have broken, but what you are doing is not only illegal, buts it's immoral and just plain wrong."

Walter's eyebrows lifted at that. "Oh, and what Alex has done to us over the years is not?"

"I know that Alex is a treacherous murdering bastard." Fox replied coldly. "But he is still a human being, he still has some rights, Walter...what you are doing to him, it's reprehensible."

"If I recall correctly, Fox, this is also the same man that killed your father, or has that slipped that photographic memory of yours?" Walter replied ironically.

"I am aware of that, Walter." Fox replied, fighting to keep his voice steady, how could he ever forget that horrible night when he had gone upstairs to the bathroom of his father's house, to find him dead on the floor, shot and left to die, while he had been waiting for him downstairs. He would carry that particular memory to the grave.

"Then why do you want to protect him?" Walter continued. "Alex is getting everything that he deserves."

"That's where you are wrong." Fox snapped, anger rising up inside him now. "No one deserves to be treated like this, Walter, no one deserves to be infected with those nanocytes, then controlled like a dammed puppet."

"Just like I was, if I recall correctly." Walter replied. "I must hand it to, Spender, he certainly chose an imaginative way to punish Alex, I never thought he could be so creative"

"I can't believe that you would buy into this, Walter." Fox replied, disgusted now. "Spender would have to be the most evil, most venal man on the face of this planet...and you have entered into some....some devil's pact with him."

*//Deals with the devil...//* Walter quickly pushed the thought away, aloud he said.

"There's no devil's pact, Fox." Walter replied smoothly. "In fact, this is a perfect arrangement, one vicious murderer and triple agent taken out of commission, and I get to have my well deserved fun with him. As far as I can see, it's a win win situation, don't you agree, Fox?"

"As a matter of fact, I don't." Fox replied, his finely tuned sense of fairness and justice was outraged by what Walter, the one man that he had always respected, had just said.

As much as he disliked Alex, he could not bear to think of anyone being made to suffer like this. It went against everything that Fox Mulder stood for, everything he believed in.

He now faced the older man, filled with resolve. "I am leaving here, Walter, and I am taking Alex with me, is that clear?"

Walter regarded him with open amusement. "And how do you propose to do that, Fox?"

"By walking out that goddamm door with him, that's how." Fox replied grimly. Walter smiled at him, then reaching into the pocket of his neat dark suit jacket, he produced the palm pilot.

"I can promise you, Fox, Alex will never make it." He held the palm pilot up, the metal casing glinting in the light.

"You have seen the effects that these little bastards have, Fox, remember when I was infected with them? Well these are the new and improved version, why, I don't even have to be anywhere near Alex in order to activate them, their range is remarkable....just ask him."

He jerked his head towards the white faced young man, whose eyes were now fixed on the palm pilot with dreadful fascination.

"I give you my word, if Alex tries to leave here, I will activate them, and he will probably die. Are you willing to test me on this?"

Fox stared at the older man. Walter's face had become hard and implacable now, Fox knew with a cold certainty that Walter Skinner was not bluffing, he would kill Alex, rather than allow him to leave.

Ignoring the cold leaden weight that had settled inside his stomach, Fox said quietly.

"Then you leave me no choice, Walter."

The AD cocked his head with polite curiosity.

"I am going to go to the authorities, and to the Director of the FBI." Fox told him. "I will tell everyone what the hell is going on here, Walter...and I mean everyone. Internal affairs, the local cops. By the time I am finished you will not just be facing dismissal, but jail time. Is Alex worth losing everything, Walter.. Your job, your pension, your reputation...your very freedom?"

There, the cards were on the table, now he waited for Walter to play his hand.

Walter nodded thoughtfully, lips pursed. "That's quite a threat, Fox." He replied. "Quite a threat indeed."

"It's no threat, Walter, it's a promise. You give Alex the palm pilot and let him go, and I keep quiet about what's been going on here. No one needs to ever know, Walter. As far as I can see, it's a win win situation." Fox said deliberately using Walter's exact words back at him.

"So that's what you want, Fox." Walter replied, his voice soft.

Fox nodded. "That's what I want."

"Well that's not what is going to happen." Walter said. Fox opened his mouth to speak, but Walter cut him off.

"Let me tell you a few facts of life, Fox." He said with a grim smile. "First of all, this was Spender's idea, and believe me, he is not going to allow any of this to come to light, and he has the power and the connections to bury it so deep that it would never see the light of day. Second of all, Fox, if you were to try and report me, no one would believe you, after all I am a respected Assistant Director, and you, my friend are a somewhat unstable agent whose office is hidden down in the basement like the embarrassment that it is.

Fox opened his mouth to protest, but Walter continued, speaking in cold brutal sentences.

"Thirdly, I doubt anyone would believe your story, Spooky Mulder, that's what all your colleagues call you behind your back. After all, you are the one that claims that you saw your sister be abducted by aliens and and babbles about fluke men, liver eating mutants and vampires, and now...a were wolf. Face it, Fox, you have zero creditability at the Bureau, while I have. Simple as that."

Fox's face had become pale, his mouth set in a thin line. Walter was gratified to see the effect his words were having on this young upstart now.

"And another thing, Fox, while threats are being bandied around, if you were to so much as think about telling anyone, Scully, those three geeks that you hang around with, anyone at all... I promise you that you will lose the X Files."

Walter took a step closer to the younger man, looming over him menacingly.

"I give you my word that all those 302's that I sign off on will disappear, I will see to it that Scully is transferred to an office across the country. I will close the X Files for good and you will spend the rest of your career checking out farmer's requests for restricted chemicals and petty crimes. In short Agent Mulder, I will ruin your career. Is that clear to you?"

Wordlessly Fox nodded. Satisfied, Walter took a step back. "Good, as long as we have come to an understanding here, I would not like to think that there has been any misunderstanding between us at all."

"No." Fox replied numbly. "No misunderstanding."

"Well then, everything is settled." Walter replied, then stopped. "No wait, actually everything is not quite settled. After all, there is still the matter of that kiss I just happened to stumble in on."

"Walter, please..." Alex began, his voice sounded sick. Walter silenced him with a glance.

"It would seem, Fox, that you and I have some things to discuss when it comes to my property."

Fox stared at the older man, helpless fury rising up inside him. "What the fuck do you want from me, you son of a bitch?" he hissed through clenched teeth.

Walter smiled at him, brown eyes glinting with amusement, things were certainly taking an interesting turn now.

"Nothing much, Fox, in fact it's what I can offer you."

Fox frowned, confused. "I don't know what you are talking about?"

"You want, Alex, now don't try to deny it." Walter said when he saw the look on Fox's face.

"That kiss I saw earlier spoke volumes, in fact, I suspect that you have wanted Alex for sometime now. And I know for a fact that he wants you."

He turned to look at him, thoroughly enjoying the look of miserable humiliation on the ex-assassin's face.

He turned back to Fox once more. "I am going to allow you to have Alex, why not, I am feeling generous at the moment, and who knows...this might wind up being quite a beneficial arrangement all around, don't you agree?"

Fox glared at him, fist clenched at his sides. "Sorry, Walter." He replied coldly. "But I am not interested."

"Oh but I think you will be." Walter said smoothly. "After all, you don't want to see poor Alex punished for his indiscretion now, do you?"

Fox opened his mouth, then closed it again. He turned his head to look at Alex, who was now trembling, his mouth drawn down in fear.

"No, I don't." He spat the words out, glaring at Walter.

The older man smiled. "Good, then neither do I, not when we can have fun with him."

Fox closed his eyes sickened. He did not want to go along with this sick game to humiliate Alex, but he had no choice, he had been given a devil's choice, do the right thing and risk losing everything that he had worked all his life for, sacrificed everything for... or keep quiet and watch as Walter slowly broke Alex.

A devil's choice indeed.

Could he stand back and watch while this happened? Or worse still, be forced to take an active role in destroying a human being?

But he could not bear to face losing the X Files...and Scully. He couldn't.

He looked at Walter, then asked dully "What did you have in mind?"

(2)

Walter sat in the chair, near the bedroom door, watching as Fox kissed Alex, twining his arms around the slightly smaller man, drawing him into the passionate embrace.

Alex lifted his head, allowing Fox to kiss his mouth, plundering it his lips and tongue.

"Now take his clothes off, Fox." Walter ordered.

Slowly, taking his time for Walter's benefit. Fox began to strip Alex, popping tiny kisses on the younger man's velvet skin.

Alex arched his head back gasping at he felt Fox's lips brush his skin, moaning slightly through swollen parted lips.

After Alex's clothes had been removed, Walter stood up and walked over to where they both were standing.

He grasped Fox by the shoulders and began to undress him, removing the dark suit and tie, then unbuttoning the white shirt.

Soon both the younger men were standing naked in the dimly lit bedroom of Walter's apartment. The older man's eyes raked over them approvingly. It seemed that he now had two for the price of one.

It was so fortunate that Fox had such a sense of justice, and an absolute obsession with his work, the two things that could be used against him so effectively, Walter mused as he ran his large hand down Alex's thigh.

The younger man shuddered at his touch. Walter leaned forward to kiss Fox's beautiful mouth, flicking his tongue over his the other man's lips.

"Let me tell you what we are going to do." He said, his voice a low seductive purr.

"You and I are going to make an Alex sandwich." With that, led both men over to the bed and laid Fox down onto the quilt

"Lay on top of Fox." He ordered Alex, who moved to comply. He draped his long body over Fox's, their rapidly stiffening cock rubbing against each other.

Alex heard Fox moan softly, and he quickly covered the other man's mouth with his own.

Walter quickly stripped his own clothes off and positioned himself behind Alex, running his hand over the younger man's still reddened butt.

Alex gasped at the touch, still kissing Fox, reveling in the sensation of having his beloved under him, feeling his hard cock rubbing against his own.

Suddenly he felt himself lifted up, away from his love...away from his Fox.

Fox groaned in protest, opening his eyes.

"He's mine, Fox." Walter told him firmly, looking down at his agent. "No matter what, Alex belongs to me, if you want to fuck him, you do it with my permission only, don't ever forget that."

Wide eyed, Fox nodded, he had no choice but to go along with this.

Slowly, Walter lowered Alex back down onto Fox once more.

Almost weeping with need, Alex pressed his hot hungry mouth to Fox's while Walter parted his ass cheeks and in one smooth motion, slid his cock into him.

Alex felt Fox writhing underneath him, his hands exploring the lean beautiful body, as Alex was fucked from behind.

Walter's thrusts became more urgent as his climax overtook him, Alex's head arched back and he came, crying out as the pressure against his prostate became almost unbearable.

Gasping from the strength of his own orgasm, Alex flopped down onto Fox, his sweat mingling with the other man's. He could felt Fox erection digging into his own flesh.

Alex suddenly felt himself lifted away and laid beside the FBI agent.

"Walter..." He began, struggling to sit up.

"You hush, boy, stay there and watch...and keep quiet." Walter ordered him tersely.

Sullenly, Alex laid back down, his eyes glued to the scene before him.

With slow tenderness, Walter took Fox's cock into his mouth, running his tongue up and down the throbbing shaft. He flicked his tongue over the engorged head paying special attention to the tiny opening at the top.

"Oh shit." Fox cried out in ecstasy, his hands clutching at the bedclothes. "Oh Jesus... oh... oh... oh FUCK!"

Fox came with a scream that bounced off the walls. His semen spurting in hot streams.

Walter lifted him up, trapping his mouth with his own, kissing him tenderly and with real passion.

Gently he laid Fox down onto the bed once more, gently stroking his sweat damped hair.

Alex watched all this with, a cold empty feeling inside him, making him feel numb and hollow.

In one fell swoop, Walter had managed to take away the one avenue of escape that Alex had, namely Fox Mulder, and then claim the very same man as his own.

He had fucked Alex...and had made love to Fox.

Walter looked over at Alex, his face shining with sweat and triumph. Once again he had won.

Biting his lip, Alex turned away, not wanting to give Walter the satisfaction of seeing the tears of hurt and loss in his eyes.

Still dazed from the unbelievable blow job, Fox lay, allowing Walter to gently stroke and tease his nipples, kissing his full lips with sweet gentleness.

*//That is the difference between being fucked, and being loved.//* The look in Walter's eyes told Alex with brutal cruelty.

*//That is the difference between being a person, and being a possession.//*

*//I am learning that.//* Alex thought despairingly. *//And I am learning how cruel you can truly be.//*

"Go to your room Alex." Walter said softly, dismissing the unhappy young man. "And I expect you to have breakfast ready for Fox and myself tomorrow morning...is that clear?"

Fighting the lump down in his throat, Alex gave the older man a curt nod, then silently left the room.

END OF PART FOUR