Title: Turnabout Is Fair Play 5

Lady Midath's Fan Fiction

Disclaimer: Nope I don't own any of 'em, I just like to borrowthem from time to time, but I do promise to take good care of them, hell, I'll even take them out for ice cream :-)

Fandom X Files

Pairing: Skinner/Krycek/Mulder

Rating: NC17 for con consensual sex, language, discipline, angst and cruelty to cute little rodents *grin*

Archive:Yup, just let me know where

Warnings: Please check the first part of this story

Please note that Alex Krycek still has both arms

Summary: Spender chooses a novel way to punish Alex

Turnabout Is Fair Play 5
by Lady Midath

Alex groaned slightly as he straightened up, he could feel the bones in his spine pop as he stretched.

God but he was exhausted, he had spent the entire morning cleaning the apartment. First of all there had been the laundry, then the kitchen and after that, the beds had to made. Then Alex had vacuumed and last of all the bathroom, his least favourite chore, had been scrubbed until it gleamed.

*//This is no life for an assassin.//* He thought sourly as he dragged himself into the living room once more.

Flopping down onto the couch, he grabbed the remote, *//may as well see what was on the idiot box,//* he thought with a sigh. *//It's not like there's anything else to do.//*

He surfed through the channels, but there was nothing at all, just inane talk shows and stupid soaps. *//No wonder housewives are driven into affairs.//*

Savagely, he switched the TV back off and tossed the remote down onto the coffee table with a clatter.

*//There has to be a way out of this.//* Abruptly, he pushed himself up off the couch and wandered over to the window, looking out at the bright clear sky.

"*//There has to be a way...there simply has too.//* Alex leaned his head against the window pane, feeling the cool hardness of the glass against his forehead.

It had been a week since he had moved in with Walter, a long week that had felt more like a year, Alex had been given the spare room to sleep in, although he found himself sharing Walter's bed more often then not.

A couple of times he had waited until he had heard Walter's breathing even out, waiting for the older man to fall into a deep sleep, then carefully had climbed out of bed to search for the palm pilot, the one thing that gave Walter such complete control over him. But so far he had not been able to find it.

Every night Walter locked it away somewhere while Alex was occupied elsewhere, usually cooking the evening meal, or ironing Walter's shirts or something.

A couple of times, Alex had tried to discover where Walter was hiding the dammed thing, but it was no good, it seemed that Walter was always one step ahead of him.

Suddenly the phone rang. Alex glanced at it with loathing, that would be Walter, checking to make sure that Alex had not sneaked out of the apartment. He had taken to calling at odd times of the day, just to make sure his little fuck boy was behaving himself and staying put.

A couple of times Alex had ignored the phone stubbornly refusing to play Walter's sick games, only to find himself writhing on the floor in agony. After that he had quickly learned to answer the phone before Walter could activate the nanocytes.

Quickly Alex strode over to the telephone and snatched it up. "Yes, Walter, I'm right...oh it's you, Fox."

"Yeah, it's me." Fox's voiced echoed down the line. "I just wanted to call, see how you were doing."

"I'm okay." Alex replied, he felt awkward, the silence between them stretching out uncomfortably.

Alex had not seen Fox since that horrible night when the FBI agent had tried to come to Alex's rescue like some sort of knight in a black Armani suit.

When it had all backfired horribly, Alex quickly pushed the memory away.

"I just wanted to know that you are all right, that's all." Fox said.

Alex smiled grimly, *// no, Fox, as a matter of fact I am not okay, but thanks for the concern.//*

Aloud he replied. "Thanks, Fox...I appreciate your concern." Oh god, why did he say that? He sounded so cold, so distant when in fact his heart was yearning to be with the sweet remarkable man on the other end of the phone.

"I want to help you, Alex." Fox said suddenly, pitching his voice lower, as if afraid of being overheard. "I think there's a way, but we have to be careful."

Alex felt his heart leap in his chest. "Really?" He replied gripping the phone hard. "But how?"

"Walter wants me to come over tonight." Fox said. "I'll see you then." With that, the phone went dead.

With shaking hand, Alex hung the phone back up, the beginnings of hope rising up inside him.

*//Could it be possible?//* He wondered. Then for the first time in days, he smiled.

(2)

Fox stepped into the elevator, pulling his coat on. He had made some excuse to Scully for leaving early, then had walked down the hallway to the elevators, his thoughts on a certain ex- Consortium operative.

"Hello, Agent Mulder."

Fox froze at the sound of that familiar voice, he turned and looked straight into Spender's pale eyes.

"What do you want?" Fox asked coldly, he watched as the Smoking Man leisurely lit a cigarette.

"I just thought that I would stop by and say hello." He replied, breathing smoke out into the confined space of the elevator.

"I like to keep track of the Bureau's most talented agents."

Fox did not reply, he waited while the older man inhaled the fragrant smoke, his eyes never leaving Fox's.

"How's Alex?"

He noted with satisfaction the way that Fox reacted to that question.

"Why do you ask?" He replied, striving to keep his voice even.

Spender shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. "His presence seems somewhat scarce these days."

Fox said nothing but simply waited, Spender would get to the point in his own sweet time.

"Stay out of what is happening, Agent Mulder." He said calmly. "It is no concern of yours."

"I have no idea of what you're talking about." Fox replied, his face carefully neutral.

Spender smiled at him, but his eyes remained cold and speculative. "Alex is getting what he deserves, Agent Mulder, do not interfere, that is all I have to say."

The elevator stopped and the doors slid back. Spender stepped out of the lift and without a backward glance headed off down the corridor.

Fox watched him go, his face grim and resolved.

(3)

Walter was already home by the time Fox arrived. He had been summoned to his boss's office earlier that day.

The older man had told him somewhat brusquely that he expected Fox at his apartment that evening for dinner.

Fox's first instinct had been to refuse, but thought better of it, the threats that Walter had made, still very clear in his mind, he was beginning to realize that he was as trapped as Alex now. There might not be any nanocytes to control him, but the threat of losing the X Files was enough. He had lost the X Files once before, he could not bear the thought of that happening again.

So Fox had readily agreed, then had left the office, his mind racing, maybe there was something he could do, something to pull both him and Alex out of this mess...something.

He had returned to his office and had waited until Scully had left to get coffee, then he had quickly used his cell phone to call Alex.

Hearing the younger man's voice had made him feel a little better, as much as he did not want to admit it, Fox's failure to stand up to Walter that night had haunted him, he had needed to hear Alex again, to reassure himself more than anything else, that he had not been completely defeated by Walter, not yet anyway. No there were still some cards left to play, and to hell with Spender's warning.

He knocked on the door and Walter opened it, ushering the younger man inside the apartment.

Fox glanced over at Alex, who was standing near the couch, their eyes met briefly, then Alex looked away.

Fox noted how pale and drawn Alex looked, his normally vivid green eyes were smudged with shadows obviously from lack of sleep.

"I'm glad you could make it, Fox." Walter said cheerfully, the perfect host as he laid his arm possessively around Fox's shoulders.

Fox looked up at the bigger man, his face expressionless. "Did I have a choice?" He asked.

"None whatsoever." Walter replied. He looked over at Alex, who was watching them both now.

"Come over here, Alex, and say hello to our guest."

Alex walked over to where both the other men were standing, he put his hand out towards Fox, only to have it caught in Walter's larger one.

"Uh huh, no touching, Alex." He chided the younger man. "Only I can do that."

With that, he turned and kissed Fox full on the mouth, feeling the younger man respond to the kiss ardently.

His dear sweet Fox, always the sensualist, no matter how disgusted he was by what Walter was doing, no matter how wrong he thought it all, he still had no control over his sexual needs, his desires. And right now, Walter had the feeling that Fox was finding the older man desirable indeed.

Walter broke the kiss, smiling down at the now flushed face of Fox Mulder, reaching up to tenderly stroke the thick dark hair.

Quickly, gathering his now flustered wits about him, Fox stepped away. Walter chuckled and turned to Alex, noting with satisfaction that the colour had risen in the other's man's face.

"What's wrong, Alex?" He asked gently. "Feeling left out?" He grabbed Alex by the back of the neck and dragged him into an embrace, plundering Alex's mouth, his mouth brutally bruising the younger man's lips.

Alex gasped as his mouth was taken with such force, this was not a kiss so much as it was a rape.

Finally Walter released him, his brown eyes dancing with laughter. Alex stumbled away, his hand to his bruised swollen lips, a soft sobbing noise breaking from him.

"Walter." Fox hurried over to place a steadying hand on Alex's arm, trying to give the younger some comfort. He glared across at Walter, who was watching the little scene before him with amusement.

"Don't you concern yourself about Alex." He said, taking Fox by the arm and gently pulling him away.

"Why, Walter?" Fox asked as he pulled himself out of the older man's grasp. "Why are you doing this?"

Walter regarded his agent for a moment, then replied. "Because I can, that's why."

"No." Fox took a step forward, his eyes flashing. "No, this is not you, Walter, this... keeping Alex a prisoner here, torturing him, this is not the Walter Skinner that I know, the kind decent honest man. The man that put his ass on the line for Scully and myself time and time again. This is not the man that I have come to know, that I have come to respect."

He took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the older man's steadily.

"I believe we have gone through all this before." Walter replied quietly.

"I just need to understand, Walter, that's all." Fox replied. "I just need to know why?"

"Very well." Walter replied. "I'll tell you, Fox, and tell you why."

He looked over at both the younger men standing before him close together, as if seeking comfort and strength from each other. A sweet sight indeed, and something he could use to his advantage.

"You are right about one thing, Fox, I have put my ass on the line for both you and Scully, time and time again, I have done it because I believed in what you were doing, I believed in your search for the truth. To the point where I have been shot, infected with nanocytes and blackmailed. I have been forced to cover up the crimes of other men and I have been made to lay all my principles aside...and for what?"

He sighed and shook his head. "All for nothing. These men continue to commit their crimes against humanity without fear of being caught and punished, nothing changes, Fox, nothing ever changes and the only people that suffer are the ones like you and I."

"That's not true, Walter." Fox said quietly. "You can't just give up..."

"Oh I haven't given up, Fox." Walter replied with a smile. "I haven't given up, I have merely taken stock of my life, and I decided to make some...changes, that's all."

"You have capitulated." Fox told him coldly.

"No Fox, not capitulated." Walter replied. "But I am seeing things more clearly now, in fact, more clearly than I have ever seen anything before in my life."

"What are you saying?" Fox asked, a sick feeling rising up inside him. "Are you saying that you have changed sides. Is that it. Are you working for Spender now?"

Walter glanced at the furious man in front of him. "No, Fox, I have not changed sides, and as for working for Spender...well we all work for him, the only difference being, that I have come to realize that now, and you haven't."

"You son of a bitch." Fox's face reddened. "So that's it, things got a little tough and..."

"What the hell do you know about tough, Fox?" Walter replied, his voice low with anger now.

Fox stopped dead, looking up at the other man, hazel eyes meeting hard brown ones.

"What the hell would you know. Your wife wasn't killed, you did not get infected with those dammed nanocytes, you have not been blackmailed and forced to do Spender's dirty work, when it comes to tough...you know nothing."

Fox lifted his head, his eyes cold and filled with anger. "Maybe not, Walter, but at least I have what I believe in...have you?"

"Maybe not." Walter replied with a grin. "But I have something even better now, something that I have been wanting for a long time now."

"What's that?" The question came from Alex, who had been standing by silently, listening to the heated exchange.

Walter's smile became almost predatory as he answered. "The both of you."

(4)

Fox lay awake, feeling the featherlight breath coming from the sable head resting on his chest. He glanced over to the other side of the bed, where Walter was sleeping, one arm thrown over Fox's waist.

He sighed and glanced down at Alex's face, sweet and so achingly vulnerable in repose.

He had promised to rescue Alex from Walter, he had told him that earlier that day on the phone, but in actual fact, there was nothing he could think of. No plan he could come up with.

He could not go to Internal Affairs, or to the Director, Walter was right, he was Spooky Mulder, the freak who chased UFO's and believed in vampires and flukemen and werewolves. He doubted that even Scully would believe him if he were to tell her what was going on.

The truth of it was, there was no where he could turn, so what was he going to do, allow Alex and himself to be used like this simply because Walter was having some kind of crisis of faith?

He closed his eyes, he was so tired, but sleep would not come. He had made Alex believe that he had some sort of plan to get them out of this shit, and in actual fact, he had nothing, somehow he had to get the palm pilot, but short of turning a gun on his superior, there was no way.

These thoughts chased each other around in his head. *//There has to be some way out of this. Think Mulder...use that brilliant mind of yours.//*

Suddenly Alex made a little moaning noise in his sleep. *//Probably a bad dream.//* Fox thought.

He tightened his arms around the younger man, and Alex soon settled down once more, snuggling his head against Fox chest, seeking comfort, even in his sleep.

How could he help Alex and not have his own career and life ruined in the meantime? Suddenly Fox's eyes widened.

A devil's pact, that what he had told Walter, when the older man had told him of his little arrangement with Spender.

Fox's lips suddenly curved in a smile.

*//Well, Walter, you are not the only one that can make deals with the devil.//* He thought, the possibilities racing through his head. *//You are not the only one that can make a bargain for someone's soul.//*

Gradually he felt sleep overtake him and he closed his eyes...finally there might be a way out of this nightmare. Maybe.

END OF PART FIVE