WICKED GAME
By Mare
Chapter 9
Disclaimers in Chapter 1, rated NC-17
 
Krycek watched Scully turn slowly and shoot a loaded look at him. "Alex, I was under the 
impression that we had plans?"
"Honey, if it’s a bad time, we can always reschedule," Maggie said.
"It’s not a bad time at all," Krycek assured her, smiling to himself at Scully’s almost sub-audible 
growl. "Our plans weren’t set in stone, were they, Dana? Surely we can put them off and spare a 
few hours for your mother."
"Alex..." If he wasn’t mistaken, her tone sounded suspiciously like a whine. "Are you sure those 
plans can wait that long?"
They’ll wait as long as it takes to drive you to the point where you need to get fucked or you’ll die, 
Little Red... "Oh, sure, they can wait," he said lightly. "I can wait, Dana. Can you?"
"Really, I can come back another time," Maggie put in.
"No need," Krycek said, taking Maggie’s arm. "In fact, coming tonight was a wonderful idea. 
Wasn’t it, Dana?"
"It would be a wonderful thing..." he heard her mutter.
"What’s that? Can’t quite hear you, kitten."
She raised her eyes to his. Was that a challenge he saw there? Or a warning of his impending 
death? "I said, I can wait if you can, Alex," she said through clenched teeth. "Mom, why don’t 
you come and sit down?"
Scully escorted her mother to the table while Krycek busied himself with the food. "Do I have a 
minute to change?" he heard from behind him.
He looked up to find her edging toward the hall, but he caught up to her and kissed her cheek. 
"Of course, kitten, but only a minute." Then, lower, so Maggie couldn’t hear, "No fair soloing in 
there."
Her blue eyes blazed at him. "Make this quick or you will die," she growled. "And don’t call me 
kitten."
"I'll call you whatever I want and you’ll like it, unless you want me to propose to you on bended 
knee in front of your mother..."
"Bastard!" she snarled before stalking off down the hall.
"I love you too, hon," he called after her, feeling deep satisfaction at the loud slam of the 
bedroom door.
"Can I help with anything?" Maggie asked, coming up behind him.
"What? Uh, no, just sit down." Krycek led her back to the table. "Everything’s covered. Want 
anything? Something else to drink? Another beer?" He could play the perfect host if he had to, 
but he was suddenly very nervous being alone with Maggie. The poor woman had no idea she 
was about to become the pawn in a twisted little game...
"Just mineral water if you have it," Maggie said with a smile.
As he handed it to her, she leaned forward and said, "Alex, you’ve spent a lot of time with Dana 
recently, haven’t you?"
"Yeah..." What was she getting at?
"I was just wondering... how is she? Is she all right?"
It took a moment for him to realize what she was asking. "Yeah, she’s fine. Doesn’t she look 
fine?"
Maggie fixed a direct gaze on him. "You do know what I mean, don’t you?"
"Of course." Great, just what he needed; discussion of the one issue that would put a damper on 
the game. He had to get off this topic fast. "She, um... she doesn’t like to talk about it."
"She doesn’t talk to you about it either?" Maggie shook her head sadly. "I’m so afraid she’s still 
in denial."
The last thing he wanted was for the evening to turn into some sort of intervention. If Maggie 
was looking for an ally, she wasn’t going to get one. Not now. "She’s not in denial, she’s fine, 
and I don’t think she wants to talk about it tonight."
"Alex, I’m just concerned for my daughter --"
"I know you are. She appreciates it, I appreciate it, but everything’s fine. Okay?"
She looked at him for another long moment, then gave in. "All right. Consider the subject 
closed."
Krycek felt Maggie’s eyes on him as he moved around the kitchen, and waited for the expected 
question. If she couldn’t talk about the cancer, what other subject was there? When the question 
came, it wasn’t what he thought it would be.
"Do you often cook for Dana?"
Years of working with the smoking man and his group had taught Krycek that there’s no such 
thing as an innocent question, no matter who’s asking it. Maggie might still be heading where he 
thought she’d go, but she was taking a roundabout route to get there. "Just about every night."
"Sometimes he’s lazy and all we have to eat is leftovers."
Krycek looked up to see Scully emerging from the hall. Had she...? No, probably not. She didn’t 
look relaxed, but she did look... determined. There was a definite challenge in her eyes now... 
and he could easily see why.
It wasn’t that the shirt was that low-cut, really. It was one of his favorites; a black v-neck that 
was softly clingy in all the right places. But it was clinging in a way he’d never seen before. Her 
breasts now seemed bigger, fuller. The shirt’s neckline was just low enough to reveal the barest 
hint of the swell of her breasts, tantalizing him and making him ache to touch her.
Dana Scully in a Wonderbra? He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, willing away his body’s 
reaction to the sight. They’re just breasts, he told himself. Not like you haven’t seen them a 
thousand times before. Control. You’re in control. You’re not going to cave first. She is...
He looked a smiling Scully right in the eyes. "We wouldn’t have to have the leftovers for dinner 
if you’d let me make lunch for you in the morning."
"Not that you’re ever awake when I leave --" Scully immediately realized her mistake and sat 
down without a word, unable to meet her mother’s questioning gaze.
To Maggie’s credit, she waited until the food was on the table and everyone was digging in 
before asking. "So, are you two living together?"
Krycek pounced on that one while Scully was sipping her drink. "Yes, we are." He tried hard not 
to smirk when Scully choked on her water.
She recovered quickly. "Temporarily, Mom. Alex’s apartment was damaged in a fire and it just 
didn’t make sense for him to spend money on a hotel while it’s being fixed."
"Fire?" Maggie laid a hand on his arm. "You weren’t hurt, were you?"
A tiny pang of guilt stabbed at him. Was it really fair to mess with Maggie’s mind like this? She 
seemed to be such a nice person, and the primary object of the mindfuck was the daughter, not 
the mother. Oh, well, every operation had its innocent victims, and what Maggie didn’t know 
wouldn’t hurt her. Right? "No, I wasn’t hurt. It was my neighbor’s fault, smoking in bed, 
y’know? Nothing major, just the usual water damage and there’s that awful charred smell 
everywhere." He leaned closer to Scully’s mother and lowered his voice, but not so low that 
Scully couldn’t hear him. "To tell you the truth, I’m enjoying it here so much I might not go back 
when it’s ready."
The look on the Ice Queen’s face was worth the numbness in his leg where she kicked him. 
"Alex, didn’t we talk about that?"
"Actually, Dana..." Maggie began.
Scully turned toward her mother. "Mom, I know how you feel about that. You know I wouldn’t 
--"
"Normally, it would make me very uncomfortable," Maggie broke in. "And I still don’t feel right 
about it, but this time... maybe it’s for the best."
Scully choked on her food. "But, Mom --"
"I mean it, Dana," Maggie said. "In this case I’d just feel better knowing that you’re not alone. 
You might need someone with you in case anything happens."
If Maggie only knew who it was that she’d just deemed suitable to protect her daughter...
Quickly bending his head over his plate, Krycek surreptitiously watched Scully. If he’d been the 
one to make a comment like that, she would’ve bitten his head off. The cancer was the one topic 
even he wouldn’t pick at; if they ever talked about it, Scully had to bring it up. And she had 
done so only twice. The subject both saddened and angered her, and he was sure that her 
mother’s implication that she was anything but a tower of strength would anger her even more. 
No matter what she felt, she couldn’t let herself be seen as vulnerable. He almost expected an 
explosion of some type from her, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. She put her 
fork down and folded her hands in her lap. "Mother, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of 
myself," she said calmly.
"I know you are, sweetheart," Maggie said. "But it never hurts to be prepared, does it?"
"Not now, Mom." Scully spoke in that same calm tone, but Krycek knew she had to be inwardly 
seething. She glared at him for no apparent reason, but he just shrugged a little. After all, he 
wasn’t the one who brought the subject up.
The atmosphere was getting a little too tense, and somebody had to do something about it. 
"Anybody want any more food?" he asked brightly. "There’s plenty." He hadn’t had much time 
to cook, thanks to Maggie’s visit, but his spaghetti and meatballs usually went over well.
Both ladies declined, but the tension was broken as Maggie posed another question. "Tell me, 
how did you meet?"
"Worked together," Krycek said quickly, before Scully could invent something. Better to act as 
natural as possible here; the closer he stuck to the truth, the fewer details he’d have to remember 
later.
"Briefly," Scully added. "One case, a few years ago."
Maggie turned to Krycek. "So you were in the FBI?"
He acknowledged Scully’s warning glare with a wink. "For a while, until I realized that the pay’s 
better in the private sector."
"Which private sector?" Scully murmured.
Maggie didn’t appear to have heard her. "Then you must know Dana’s partner, Fox Mulder."
"Oh, yes," Scully said quietly. "Alex and Mulder know each other very well."
Krycek managed to shoot a glare in Scully’s direction before Maggie turned a questioning glance 
toward him. If the cancer was Scully’s taboo topic, the Mulder situation was his. The object of 
this game was to get Scully to get rid of her mother so they could have sex. Why the hell was she 
bringing this up? "Mulder and I, um... don’t really get along," he mumbled.
"Oh? Why’s that?"
When he hesitated, Scully prompted him. "Go ahead, Alex. Tell her exactly why you and Mulder 
don’t get along."
He tried to kick her, but she deftly moved her leg out of the way. Why was she pushing this? He 
thought she wouldn’t want to talk about Mulder at all. This had to be her revenge for him asking 
her mom to stay. Was making him squirm really more important to her than getting rid of Maggie 
and her questions?
He cleared his throat and took a swig of his beer under the watchful eyes of the Scully women. 
How close to the truth could he get? "Let’s just say that I burned some bridges when I left the 
FBI. Ticked a few people off, Mulder probably most of all. It’s just better if we stay out of each 
other’s way."
"He was upset that you left?"
"It was more the way Alex left," Scully supplied. "Mulder thinks he left some issues unresolved."
"What do you think, Dana?"
"Well, I --"
"I felt I could better resolve those issues from outside the Bureau," Krycek said quickly. "And so 
far I think it’s working pretty well. Wouldn’t you say so, D?"
Scully smiled sweetly. "How would I know?" She moved slightly, highlighting her cleavage, then 
delicately sucked in a strand of spaghetti. Krycek had to look away.
"In any case," he murmured, "the effort has been... quite fulfilling. I’m satisfied so far. And I 
think you’re pretty satisfied too..."
A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and this time she was the one who had to look away.
Maggie, obviously a little uncomfortable, broke the tension again. "You lost touch after Alex left 
the FBI, right? What was it that brought you together after so long?"
Krycek looked her right in the eye and said, "Sex."
Maggie laughed heartily while Krycek watched her daughter out of the corner of his eye. He 
knew he’d pushed Scully too far and expected some sort of outburst from her, but she didn’t 
move. Obviously too nervous to see the humor in that statement, she sat still, her head bowed 
over her plate. She was chewing her lip, an action he found curiously sexy.
Funny how the oddest things could sometimes be so arousing...
Aware of her mother’s curious gaze on her, Scully managed a small smile. "Cute, Alex," she said 
quietly. "Real cute."
He gave her a tight smile. "Just another one of my hidden talents."
Maggie cleared her throat. "Really, what did bring you together?"
"What brings any two people together?" Scully said, a bit uncomfortable with the question. "Our 
paths crossed and I guess we just sort of... clicked."
"I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse," Krycek added, with a wink at Scully.
"I see." Maggie took note of the looks passing between them and gulped her drink.
The rest of the meal was accompanied by more mundane conversation, with both Scully and 
Krycek deftly avoiding any further questions Maggie had about the nature of their relationship. 
It wasn’t until the table was cleared and they had moved into the living room for coffee that the 
real reason for Maggie’s visit came up.
"Dana, I just wanted to drop off Kathleen’s wedding registry list. I thought that we might go 
shopping tonight, but of course, you have plans."
"Registry list?" Scully asked. "The wedding’s in August! Why on earth would we shop now?"
"Because the girls are planning the shower for next month."
"Next month," Scully said. Maggie nodded. "Four months before the wedding?"
"Element of surprise," Krycek supplied, thoroughly amused by the conversation. "She’ll never see 
it coming."
"Exactly," Maggie said. "And you know how curious Kathleen can be."
Krycek elbowed Scully. "Who’s Kathleen?"
Scully sighed, and in that moment he knew she’d wanted to keep this wedding a secret from 
him. "My cousin," she said quietly.
How intriguing. "A family wedding? Great. I’d love to meet more of your relatives."
The look Scully gave him was the very picture of the Evil Eye.
"Anyway," Maggie was saying, "if you wanted to, we could still go shopping tonight. The store’s 
still open and I’m so sorry, but I feel like I’ve wrecked your plans for this evening..."
"Maggie, you didn’t wreck anything," Krycek said quickly. "We wanted you to stay."
"I don’t think I’m up to those plans anyway," Scully sighed. "I’m a little tired tonight. I’d really 
rather just stretch out right here on the sofa and watch a video..."
An image of Scully lying there moaning and stroking herself sprang into Krycek’s brain, and it 
felt like every drop of blood in his body headed straight to his groin. Calm down, he told 
himself. Control. You’re stronger than she is... He took a deep breath and said, "Aw, c’mon. 
There’s still plenty of time."
"Oh, you go ahead, Alex," came the reply. "You know I like to watch videos alone."
Oh, but the look on her face when she’d finally begged him to fuck her... "And you know you 
like it when I join you."
There it was. That look. She remembered too...
Scully sprang up from her seat on the sofa and paced around the coffee table. "On second 
thought, we were both looking forward to those plans, weren’t we?"
"Mm-hmm. Can only be put off for so long..." he murmured.
"I should go," Maggie said, standing up. "I’m so sorry, I should’ve called first."
"Mom, don’t worry about it." Scully handed her mother her coat. "It’s fine. You didn’t ruin 
anything."
"Alex, it was lovely meeting you." Maggie planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Uncomfortable with 
that gesture, he ducked his head and mumbled similar words.
"Mom, we’ll go shopping this weekend, I promise," Scully said, ushering her mother to the door. 
"I’ll call you."
Farewells were said, and finally Scully closed the door and they were alone. She remained 
against the door, her feral glare practically searing a hole right through him. "Now, how about 
those plans?" she breathed, her voice low and sultry.
Now he had her where he wanted her. "Plans?" he said, getting up. "I do believe we have a 
date..." He moved toward the kitchen, and Scully followed.
"Date?"
"Yeah." Krycek stepped back and showed her the dirty dishes and pots clustered on the counter. 
"With some dishes."
"Dishes?" Scully suddenly snatched up a dishtowel and swatted him with it. "I didn’t just throw 
my mother out the door to do dishes! And how could you say those things in front of my 
mother?"
Krycek grabbed a towel of his own and snapped it at her. "Whaddya mean, how could I say 
those things? I didn’t say anything to embarrass you!"
"She’s not stupid. She knew something was going on! And how come you didn’t introduce 
yourself as Alan?"
Oops. "She caught me off guard. I forgot, okay?" Seeing her all worked up drove his simmering 
arousal up another notch. If she didn’t stop swatting him and get down to business, he’d have to 
do something himself, very soon...
"You’ve never been caught off guard in your life! What if she mentions this to Mulder?"
Scully’s towel-snapping had chased him into a corner, but he battled back out of it. "What, does 
she have brunch with Mulder every Sunday or something? Why the hell would she even see him 
unless you were there too?"
"Mulder has ways of finding things out, Alex! He’s not above pumping my mother for 
information."
"He is if you don’t let him." Krycek grabbed the end of Scully’s towel and pulled her close to 
him, trapping her against the table. "You really wanna have a towel fight?"
Her eyes, hungry once again, locked onto his as he pressed himself against her. A small sigh 
escaped her lips when she felt his erection, a reminder of the promise she’d made before dinner. 
"No, I don’t want to have a towel fight," she breathed, tugging his zipper down. "We had plans, 
remember?"
It wasn’t until clothes were all over the kitchen that Scully seemed to realize where they were. 
She froze for a second, distracting his attention from the breast he was sucking. "Bed?" she 
asked.
The tease had gone on long enough, and Krycek wasn’t moving another inch until she fulfilled 
her promise. "Right here." He turned her around so that she was facing the table, the very same 
table they’d just had dinner on. "Bend over," he breathed.
She resisted a little, but he bent with her until her torso was on the table and he was on top of 
her. "Alex?" she asked.
"Don’t move," he told her, then straightened up and pushed deep inside her.
She gasped at his sudden entry, her hands scrabbling on the table surface for something to grab 
onto. She knocked something to the floor, but he didn’t really hear it. He slammed into her fast 
and hard; couldn’t stop no matter what. He barely heard her cry out, but he felt the rhythmic 
spasms of her orgasm. He slipped his hand down between the edge of the table and her body, 
found her clit and rubbed at it; maybe too hard, but she soon came again anyway.
Nothing registered anymore, no outside stimuli at all. All he knew was the warm wetness of her 
body, the intensely pleasurable sensations centered in a few inches of his own body. Was there 
anything else that felt that good? No, couldn’t be. Nothing else could ever feel like that...
It was over too fast, much too soon. He came hard, and afterwards leaned, panting, on top of 
Scully. Two hours of teasing and anticipation spent in just a few minutes. It would be such a 
waste if it didn’t feel so damn good.
He slipped out of her, but she didn’t move. She lay there across the table, breathing hard herself, 
and that was when he saw it.
Why hadn’t he seen it before? He searched his memory, realizing that he’d never seen her back 
before. Another secret held by the enigmatic little redhead. "Dana?"
"Mmm?"
He lightly traced the colored circle on her lower back. "Tell me about this."
Scully gasped and whirled around to face him. "What?"
So she didn’t want to talk about it. Even more intriguing. "Your tattoo. Tell me about it."
Something that looked almost like panic crossed her eyes, but only for a second, followed by an 
odd gleam. "Do you want to hear about the tattoo?" she asked. "Or would you rather have a 
blow job?"
She wasn’t offering... was she? "Excuse me?"
"I could tell you about the tattoo if you want, but I think I’d rather give you oral sex. Your 
choice."
Krycek couldn’t believe his ears. "You want to what?"
"You heard me." She grasped his hand and tugged him toward the bedroom. "Come get it if you 
want it."
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"Let me get this straight," he said for about the tenth time. "You want to do this?"
Scully sighed in exasperation. "Say that one more time and I won’t."
"Okay, okay." He folded his arms across his chest and leaned a shoulder against the closed door. 
"So... any time you want to start, feel free."
She sank to her knees, took a deep breath, and fixed her eyes on his still-soft penis. In this state it 
seemed so... non-threatening. Why, then, did she have more butterflies in her stomach than she 
could ever remember having? Sure, she could hunt serial killers and murderous mutants, but 
when faced with giving a guy a blow job, she turned into a spineless, quivering lump of Jello. 
Why the hell had she said she wanted to do this?
It wasn’t just the blow job that threw her, she had to admit. It was Krycek. She could probably 
do this for any other guy and not feel so nervous... probably because most guys wouldn’t grade 
her performance like Krycek did. The fact that this was an incredibly intimate gesture, in many 
ways even more intimate than having sex, didn’t help, either.
Krycek’s voice broke through her thoughts. "Y’know, Dana, if you really don’t want to do it, I 
won’t hold it against you. There’s lots of other things we can do if you still want to."
Was he telling her he didn’t think she could go through with it? Well, she’d just have to show 
him he was wrong. Steeling her nerves, she took another deep breath and glanced up at him. "No, 
I’m fine. I just... need a minute."
"Sure, take your time." He turned slightly and leaned fully back against the door.
Scully fixed her eyes again on his penis. All men liked blow jobs, right? Shouldn’t the thought of 
this be arousing him, at least a little? Maybe it was too soon after his orgasm. Great, she’d have 
to do all the work.
She leaned back slightly, trying to map a strategy, when he spoke again. "Just so you know," he 
said casually, "swallowing’s optional. It’d be nice, but there’ll be no lost points if you don’t."
"My, how generous of you." It took all the self-control she possessed not to shudder in front of 
him. Wouldn’t do to let him think she was less than eager to do this, would it?
She suddenly wished she weren’t naked. Any clothing, even underwear, would make her feel 
less vulnerable. But all the clothes she had been wearing were strewn all over the kitchen, and she 
knew that if she moved to get something else from her dresser, Krycek would never let her hear 
the end of it. She’d just have to make do au natural.
She was just leaning forward slightly, almost ready to begin, when she heard a soft laugh from 
her partner. "Dana Scully on her knees in front of me," he said. "Never thought I’d live to see the 
day."
If he was trying to throw her off, he was doing a damn good job. "I may be on my knees," she 
returned, "but who’s the vulnerable one here?"
"Oh, a power trip too. That’s so... so..."
Arousing? She mentally filled in the end of the sentence. Hot? Sexy?
"... so damn cute!"
"Cute?" she spat. "I don’t have to do this, y’know --"
"Hey, this was your idea. Did I ask you to suck me? No..."
"You did ask. In the bar..."
Her voice trailed off as he thought about that for a second, until the memory came back to him. 
"Oh, that? Dana, that was a general statement. Didn’t really mean anything. Certainly didn’t 
mean I was asking you to do it. I figured you never would."
"‘She’d probably suck me if I wanted’ was a general statement?" Scully sat back on her heels and 
glared at him.
Krycek sighed. "First thing you have to remember about men," he explained patiently, "is that 
we’re pigs. We --"
"Oh, believe me, I know that," she broke in. "I’ve seen ample evidence of that lately."
"We generally think about three things," he went on, as if she hadn’t interrupted. "Food, booze, 
and sex. Blow jobs, as a sub-category of sex, get a lot of thought. For some guys, it’s a toss-up 
whether their first thought about a woman will be ‘maybe she’ll fuck me’ or ‘maybe she’ll suck 
me.’ What I said in the bar really was a general, guy-type statement." He favored her with a 
warm smile. "We’re really very simple creatures when you get right down to it. Not hard to figure 
out at all."
Food... booze... sex... money... power... mind games... world domination... no, not hard to figure 
out at all. She took a deep breath. "Men may be simple, but you, Alex Krycek, are the most 
complex creature I’ve ever met. How you have any idea what the average man thinks about is 
beyond me."
He laughed softly. "Thank you. Nice to know that I’m unique."
"Oh, you’re a unique one, all right." Slight movement in her peripheral vision drew her eyes down 
again. So the mind game aroused him, while the prospect of receiving oral sex didn’t. This was 
one of those times when Scully would’ve given practically anything to know what was going on 
behind those pretty green eyes of his. It wasn’t just the mind game, was it? He’d said a couple of 
times already that one of the things driving the deal was the fact that he wanted her. As 
uncomfortable as that statement had made her in the past, she clung to it now. At least that was a 
normal, natural human urge. She couldn’t let herself believe that he was so twisted as to need the 
mind game.
Just another mind game, she told herself. He doesn’t believe I’d really give him a blow job, and 
he’s going to make it damn hard for me to do it. I’ll show him... "You’re not helping me here, 
either," she said after a moment. "If you want me to do this, shut up and let me do it my own 
way, okay?"
"Yes, ma’am." He snapped off a smart salute before relaxing against the door again. "Y’know, I 
never saw it going down quite like this..."
"You’re lucky it’s happening at all." She leaned forward again, stopping just close enough for 
him to feel her breath on him. Seeing him rise to the occasion just from that made her feel a lot 
better. It had just been too soon before. He was as susceptible to basic biology as any normal 
man. Alex Krycek was far from normal, but at least he wasn’t so twisted that he needed the 
mind game to get aroused.
She leaned in a little closer again, and it suddenly occurred to her that she had no idea what to 
do next. She’d attempted oral sex only once before in her life; an experience that had been a 
complete disaster. As bad as that was, the pressure of the deal and Krycek’s little scoring system 
could only make this time even worse. On top of that, Krycek wasn’t circumcised. That fact, 
only a curiosity up to that point, suddenly became very important. Intellectually, she knew it 
shouldn’t make a difference, but in practice it made a huge one. She’d never even had sex with a 
whole man before Krycek, let alone blown one. What the hell was she supposed to do?
"Any day now, Dana," Krycek prompted.
"Shut up or I’ll bite it off!" Scully growled, uncertainty making her words harsher than she’d 
intended. No matter how vulnerable a position she thought him to be in, she still had to be 
careful about pissing him off.
He just laughed. "You know you don’t want to do that."
I don’t want to do this either. What the hell am I doing? She watched, fascinated, as he grew a 
little larger, a little harder, right before her eyes. Okay, let him play his little head games if he 
wanted. The more work he did for her himself, the better. Her hands braced on her knees, she 
leaned further forward and tentatively touched the tip of his penis with her tongue.
The small sigh that escaped him was an encouraging sign. Okay, so far, so good. Now what? 
Lick some more, right? She let her tongue glide over the head, around to the underside, up the 
shaft, feeling him growing with every stroke. So maybe this wasn’t so difficult after all. Krycek 
seemed to be enjoying it, and it wasn’t too horrible for her yet. The foreskin wasn’t even that 
much of a problem; it was just something else to play with or move out of the way. Yes, she 
could deal with this.
She took the first inch or so of his organ into her mouth, ran her tongue over the tip again, and 
sucked, delighted to hear him gasp and see his knees buckle. His breathing was faster now, more 
ragged, and one of his hands rested on top of her head. He didn’t push her, but she thought he 
might -- the last man she did this for had. That had been part of the problem that time. But so far 
he was only stroking her hair as she worked, not pushing on her head.
She sucked again, a little harder, drawing a long moan from her partner. Sounded almost like he 
was ready to come...
Suddenly she stopped as a thought struck. I’m supposed to let him come in my mouth. I’m 
actually going to let him do that? What the hell did I get myself into here? She immediately 
removed her mouth from him and took a deep breath before continuing, just licking the shaft this 
time. Her change in tactics brought a whimper of protest, but that faded into a low moan of 
pleasure when her tongue found an especially sensitive spot.
She lapped at the tip one more time, taking a few drops of fluid onto her tongue, then returned to 
the spot he seemed to like, on the underside of the head. She’d been wrong before. He hadn’t 
been close to orgasm then; he was still growing harder now.
As she worked, she looked up at him. His head was thrown back against the door, eyes half-
closed, his breath coming in short little pants. Was he holding back, making her work harder than 
she had to? Probably not; he looked to be enjoying this far too much. That realization almost 
made her stop -- why should she do something just to please him? -- but another thought struck 
at the same time. During the course of the deal, she had never seen him without iron control over 
any given situation. Here he was completely vulnerable; totally at her mercy. Was this just part of 
his mind game? Or did he really trust her that much? Maybe both. Maybe neither. There was a 
faint possibility that not everything he did was part of the mind game. Maybe he just wanted a 
blow job.
That had to be it. He hadn’t goaded her into doing this; it was her own stupid idea and he 
jumped on it. Maybe she would’ve been better off trying to explain the tattoo and all her issues 
with authority that went with it. Too late now, though. She’d started, she thought she might be 
close to finishing...
"Dana?"
His voice snapped her out of her reverie, and she realized that he wasn’t panting anymore. He 
was still hard, but... didn’t seem as hard. She licked harder at that one spot. Shouldn’t he be 
enjoying this?
"Dana?"
Sure, she needed some time to decide the orgasm issue (and there was a lot more to that decision 
than his simple issue of "spit or swallow"), but suddenly this didn’t seem to be going in the right 
direction...
He tapped her head twice. "Yo, Dana! That feels really good and all, but would you mind licking 
somewhere else for a while? You’re starting to scrape skin off there."
Now she stopped licking altogether. "Of all the ungrateful --"
She was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone.
They both looked over at the phone on the table by the bed, then back at each other. Scully’s 
eyes dropped to his still-erect penis. Take a break? Continue and let the answering machine pick 
up?
"Might as well get it," Krycek told her. "You’re not doing me a whole lot of good at the 
moment."
"Son of a bitch!" she hissed, then dove across the bed and scooped up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey, Scully, it’s me."
Mulder. With glorious timing, as usual. "What’s up?"
"Just got this report of a huge, wild creature in a forest in Pennsylvania. I don’t want to make any 
judgments yet, but the park ranger who contacted me did mention Bigfoot."
Scully sighed. "You’ve got to be kidding, Mulder. You’re running off to chase after Bigfoot? 
There’s never even been a report in Pennsylvania!"
Suddenly she heard chuckling behind her, then felt the mattress dip as Krycek collapsed next to 
her, laughing hysterically.
"Am I interrupting something, Scully? We can finish this later if you want."
"No, no, you’re not interrupting anything." She glanced at the clock. "You don’t really expect me 
to come with you, do you?"
"Not if you don’t want to. I just wanted to let you know where I’m going to be for the next day 
or so. I’m heading up there tonight, but I don’t know when I’ll be back."
"You’re going now? Mulder, it’s late."
"Gotta check it out when it’s still dark. They don’t come out much in the daytime."
"Fine, Mulder. I’ll be waiting when you come back and tell me it was just a big bear. Enjoy."
"You enjoy too, Scully. Good night."
She hung up the phone, rolled over and smacked Krycek’s arm. "You can’t just shut up, can 
you?"
"Can’t help it," he said when he could breathe. "Spooky running after Bigfoot? That’s just too..."
She sighed. "Mulder believes in his work."
"He’s the only one who does. Sure, E.T. and government conspiracies, okay, but Bigfoot?"
"You’d be surprised at some of the things we’ve run into over the years."
"Bet I wouldn’t. Oh, well. Better to have him sniffing around a forest somewhere than poking 
around here anyway. Now, where were we? We have some options here."
She sat up. "Options?"
"Mm-hmm. You can pick up where you left off..." His hand drifted down and he started gently 
stroking himself. "You could finish it with your hands. We could do something else. Or you 
could tell me about that tattoo..."
She slapped his hand away. "You may want to watch me, but I have no desire to watch you 
doing that."
"Fine," he huffed. "If you talk about the tattoo, I’ll finish in the bathroom."
Tattoo? Authority figures and innermost feelings? She wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. Hand 
job? She didn’t want a repeat of what happened the last time she did that. Sex? He was the only 
one even mildly aroused. That left...
She rolled him over onto his back and pinned him to the bed with her body. "Never let it be said 
that Dana Scully is a quitter," she said, then moved lower and took his penis in her mouth again.
If variety was what he wanted, variety was what he’d get. She kissed, licked, sucked, alternating 
between the very sensitive head and the shaft, and soon had him panting and moaning with 
pleasure again. He grew larger and very hard very quickly, and this time she was pretty sure he’d 
come fast. She’d started it, so she might as well go all the way.
She took more of his organ into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, then drew back again. 
Down again, then back up. That seemed to be what he wanted; his hands tangled in her hair and 
now he did push her head down, gently. She resisted the pressure and kept up her own rhythm. 
She wasn’t used to having anything quite that big in her mouth, and it took a bit of adjustment, 
but she managed, as long as she didn’t give in to his direction.
Then it happened. She was on a downstroke, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could, 
when without warning his hips thrust upward. Suddenly his penis hit the back of her throat. She 
gagged, choked... and bit down.
His yelp of surprise and pain registered only peripherally. She was too busy choking, coughing, 
and trying to quell the instant nausea. At least there was nothing in her mouth anymore -- he 
jerked away from her when she bit him.
She was still coughing when he lit into her. "Jesus, Dana, you bit me! What the hell was that?"
She tried to say something, but could still only cough.
"If you didn’t want to finish it, you could’ve just said so!" he went on. "Jesus Christ, if you don’t 
know what the hell you’re doing, why’d you even start?"
"I was... doing... okay..." she choked.
"Have you ever done this before? Ever tried? Ever even thought about it? Well, here’s a news 
flash for you -- you’re allowed, no, encouraged to use your hands too!"
"It would’ve been fine if you didn’t ram it down my throat and choke me!" she shot back.
"That’s why you use your hands. So that doesn’t happen! And by the way, have you ever eaten a 
popsicle? The skills transfer, y’know!"
"Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad!"
"The hell it wasn’t! For God’s sake, you bit me! Do you have any idea how much that hurts?"
"I’m sure there wasn’t any permanent damage. You’ll recover."
"Do me a favor, huh? If I ever agree to let your mouth anywhere near my dick ever again, just 
have me committed, okay?"
He was overreacting, as usual. Wasn’t she the one who almost choked? But she managed to bite 
back most of her anger. "Trust me, you don’t have to worry about it happening again. That was a 
one-time event." If she ever thought about trying something like that again, she’d have herself 
committed first.
"Good, ‘cause you really suck at sucking." He flopped into bed and turned over on his side, away 
from her.
Scully watched him settle down, anger bubbling up again. "How dare you?" she cried. "I try to 
do something for you and all you can say is --"
"You only did it because something about that tattoo repulses you even more than blowing me 
does," he interrupted, his voice somewhat calmer now. "Face it, Dana, cocksucking just isn’t one 
of your natural talents."
"I’m starting to wonder if getting it up is one of yours!" The words were out before her better 
judgment could stop them.
He turned slightly. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," Scully fumed. It was out now; might as well run with it. "You can’t get it up 
unless you’re playing one of your little head games!"
"What the hell...?"
"You have me on my knees in front of you, and nothing happens until you start messing with my 
mind," she continued, quickly analyzing now. "And it’s not only tonight, either! It’s happened 
every single time we’ve had sex. You’ve twisted and manipulated every single encounter so far. 
No wonder you’ve never had a real relationship -- normal male-female interaction wouldn’t 
arouse you, would it? I may not be good at blow jobs, but at least I don’t need psychological 
help to correct that!"
She stopped, suddenly realizing what she’d said. If he was angry before, how much worse would 
it be now?
Krycek only sighed heavily. "I seem to remember a completely unsolicited hand job. And I’m 
pretty sure you jumped me when you came back from your trip. Then there was your birthday..."
"Oh, come on, this entire deal is one gigantic mind game! Do you honestly think I would’ve done 
any of that if you hadn’t manipulated me into it?"
"I never said a word on any of those occasions."
"You didn’t have to. You laid the groundwork very well, right at the beginning."
He turned over to face her now. "You’ve had choices. You didn’t have to agree to the deal. 
Once you did, you picked the times, not me --"
"The bar?" she shot back. "I certainly didn’t pick that time!"
"Is it my fault you got addicted to the sex? You’re doing a pretty good job mindfucking 
yourself, plamennaya malyishka."
"So what if I did get addicted to the sex?" Scully asked, only vaguely aware of the admission 
she’d just made. "That doesn’t matter. You’re still playing your little games, every time. Why? 
I’m not fighting you. Why play the games unless you can’t perform without them?"
His eyes locked on hers for what felt like a long time. Finally he said, "I don’t need any mind 
games to perform. You have no idea what you’re talking about." His tone had an air of finality to 
it.
"Denial is an ugly thing, Alex."
He sighed and turned over again. "End of discussion, Dana."
"What, just because you say so?"
Krycek burrowed deeper under the covers and declined to answer.
When it became apparent that the discussion really was over, Scully put on some pajamas and 
slipped into bed herself, as far away from him as she could get. He turned away from her, and 
again she wondered what was going on inside his head. Had she struck a nerve with that 
accusation?
He’d never let on if she had. And nothing would change.
********************
You can’t get it up unless you’re playing one of your little head games!
Scully’s allegation hung there in the still air of the bedroom as if the words had just been spoken. 
Krycek shook his head. He’d tried his best to ignore her utterly baseless accusation, but it wove a 
very bizarre undercurrent through his dreams. And now that morning had come and he was 
awake, it refused to go away.
He rolled onto his back in bed and stared up at the ceiling. His head felt oddly fuzzy, there was a 
terribly annoying tickle in his throat, and he just didn’t feel like concentrating on anything, but 
the only way to make the accusation go away was to give it some thought. Where had she gotten 
that idea, anyway? Did she really mean it, or was it just something she came up with to turn his 
attention away from her own inadequate performance?
His hand slipped down his body and gently stroked the site of the bite. She was right about one 
thing; there didn’t seem to be any permanent damage. It wasn’t even especially sore. Sensation 
seemed to be intact...
Lazily stroking himself, he let his mind drift back over the seven weeks since the start of the 
deal. Just how often had he mindfucked Scully, anyway? Definitely on that first night -- he’d 
had to to get things moving. The first encounter once the deal was agreed to? Sure, he’d left the 
video out on purpose, just to push things along, but he’d had no idea how she would react to it. 
She could’ve read him the riot act and thrown him out the door -- in fact, he sort of expected 
that. Instead he hit the jackpot. Was that his doing? Couldn’t be. She mindfucked herself into 
that one. And that hand job was all her idea.
Still, Krycek did have to admit that he’d done a lot of mindfucking. A lot. Maybe even created 
an atmosphere of it, as she’d said. Sure, it enhanced the sex. Very much. But he was certainly 
capable of getting aroused without it. He held concrete proof of that in his hand at that very 
moment. No mindfucks to be found; Scully wasn’t even home. She’d gone to work. He was just 
lying there, thinking and stroking, and wouldn’t you know it, there was a perfectly serviceable 
erection. He didn’t need to mess with anyone’s head to get off. She was completely wrong.
Why play the games unless you can’t perform without them?
Obviously he could perform without the games. So why was he still playing them? He’d 
achieved his objectives. Scully had more than surrendered to her baser instincts; she all but 
embraced them now. And he was having lots and lots of regular sex with the woman who was 
the star of countless jack-off fantasies since the first time she blew him off. Why still play 
games?
Mind games were second nature to him; had been since he was a child. Mind games allowed him 
to keep a distance, assured that he was always in control. And wasn’t this whole exercise really 
about control?
Maybe that was what she was picking up on. Even when she initiated, she was acutely aware that 
she was never really in control. That had to bother her; maybe it was why she lashed out. But 
most times she didn’t seem to mind being manipulated. She was enjoying the deal now.
Did she truly enjoy it? Or had he really mindfucked her that thoroughly? If so, then he was 
indeed playing head games every minute of every day. That couldn’t possibly be the case, but 
even if it was, there was nothing really wrong with that. Yeah, he got off on the head games. But 
it wasn’t like he couldn’t get off without them. It wasn’t even important enough to call a fetish. 
How the hell could she say he needed it to perform? Just because he did it all the time? So he 
enjoyed it. So what?
If he really needed to mindfuck somebody to get aroused, he wouldn’t be so close to coming 
now, would he? And he was; it would happen any minute now, any second, he was so close...
But it didn’t happen. That feeling of impending orgasm quickly faded, and the erection right 
along with it. Krycek closed his eyes and groaned. This can’t be happening. She’s not right, she 
can’t be right...
What was happening? This was by no means the first time he’d masturbated since the start of the 
deal, and he’d never had any trouble getting off before. It was always so easy. He’d just conjure 
up fantasies of Scully, or watch one of the videos he’d made, or mentally relive one of the great 
mindfucks --
No! They were just memories and fantasies. Every guy in the world used something like that for 
jerk-off purposes. He wasn’t mindfucking himself. He was just as normal as the next guy. Right?
The fuzzy feeling in his head had turned into a dull, throbbing headache right above his eyes, and 
the tickle in his throat was now a pronounced soreness. A cold coming on, he thought. Just what I 
need. But the reason he couldn’t finish what he’d started had nothing to do with mindfucks or 
an impending cold. He wasn’t paying attention. His mind was occupied elsewhere, and his train 
of thought wasn’t especially conducive to jerking off.
With a sigh of relief, he started gently stroking again, this time letting his thoughts turn in a more 
pleasant direction. Those were his Little Red’s hands on his cock, not his own, and she knew 
exactly where to touch, how to touch, how to tease and please...
Release came a scant few minutes later. Krycek moaned softly and relaxed, satisfied, for a good 
fifteen minutes before getting up to face his day. First order of business: a shower.
The second? It might be a nice idea to change the sheets.
********************
Scully sighed and pressed the play button on the remote, setting in motion another one of the 
videos Mulder had once said weren’t his. It was either a new acquisition or not a particular 
favorite -- the cardboard of the box was crisp and sharp, as was the picture on the screen.
She wasn’t sure exactly how, when, or why she’d decided to investigate Mulder’s tapes, but in 
the wake of the oral sex disaster, it seemed like a good idea. Yesterday, the day after the fiasco, 
she’d spent the morning cleaning up paperwork that Mulder had left for her while he went 
chasing after Bigfoot, and then she’d found herself with nothing to do. No more paperwork. No 
reports. Nothing she could add to any pending cases. Not that there actually were any; the 
manhunt for Krycek was their primary assignment, and that was undergoing a reorganization. 
There wasn’t even a disk to go over -- apparently biting cancelled out rear-entry sex on the 
kitchen table. That left her with no work, an empty office... and a lot of videotapes.
When she opened the drawer with the tapes, the first thing on her mind had been Krycek’s 
challenge regarding universal male fantasies. It didn’t take her long to figure out what the answer 
was, and she now also had an idea which tape had been his favorite. But as her viewing went on, 
she found herself paying particular attention to the oral sex. She noted how each actress did it, 
wondered if it was real. She was surprised to find one gay porn in the drawer, but just chalked 
that up to Mulder’s open-mindedness. That one was rather informative, too -- judging from that 
tape, men seemed to blow other men somewhat differently than women did. Scully filed mental 
notes for later use.
On her way home that night, she wondered why she was even researching oral sex. It wasn’t like 
she was planning to ever do that for Krycek again. He probably wouldn’t let her. She almost 
wondered if he’d even talk to her again. That was a pretty heavy accusation she’d thrown at him; 
true or not, he surely wasn’t happy about it.
He was pretty quiet that night, only speaking when spoken to, generally answering in 
monosyllables, and going to bed early. At first she thought he was still angry with her, but then 
she found over the counter cold medicine and throat lozenges in the bathroom medicine cabinet. 
Maybe it was better that he was feeling under the weather. She could spend the night in peace 
without him bringing up discussion topics she’d rather avoid.
So there she was, the next day, going through videos again. She didn’t expect Mulder back until 
tomorrow, which gave her free rein to continue her research. As she watched, she realized that 
she was doing the research for herself, not for Krycek’s pleasure. He’d also said some things that 
hurt, things that her mind translated to "you’re not good enough." Her competitive spirit had 
been aroused; somewhere deep down she needed to prove that she was good enough.
Scully settled back in her chair, absently toying with the remote. The tapes were mind-numbingly 
similar: lame attempts at some sort of plot that was really just an excuse to set up the many sex 
scenes, lots of scenes of rear-entry sex and women in submissive positions. And oral sex. Turning 
the sound way down helped, but she still felt very odd watching these. She squirmed a bit, 
getting a little uncomfortable. These tapes were made by men, for men, and were terribly 
degrading to women. Why, then, did she find herself getting strangely aroused?
She leaned a little closer to the TV. More oral sex coming up, time to pay attention.
She paid such close attention that noises in the office went unnoticed... until Mulder’s voice 
registered. "Hey, Scully, what’s up?"
Scully jumped a little, the remote slipping from her hand and clattering to the floor under the 
desk. Damn, damn, damn! she mentally berated herself. She couldn’t reach the TV or the VCR 
to shut them off; she needed that remote. At least the sound was down; maybe Mulder didn’t 
hear it...
"Mulder! I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow," she stammered, desperately searching under 
the desk with her foot. If she could just find that remote and pick it up...
Mulder dropped his overnight bag next to his own desk. "You were right, Scully," he said. "It 
was just a grizzly bear. No reason to stay." He was to the side of the TV now, leaning against his 
desk. He still couldn’t see the screen, but he didn’t have to move far to see it... "So, did I miss 
anything interesting?"
There it was! If she could just guide it back towards herself with her foot... "No, Mulder, not a 
thing. It’s been very quiet."
She felt him watching her, knowing her actions must look pretty strange. She immediately 
stopped... and that was when her foot connected with the remote, sending it further under the 
desk.
It was at that moment that Mulder chose to come around to her desk. "You looked pretty 
interested there," he said. "What are you watching?" He turned toward the screen.
End Chapter 9
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