Games #2: Rules and Regulations
by Merri-Todd Webster
(22 April 2000)


"Games have rules," Mulder said.  He sipped his India 
Pale Ale.  "Arbitrary rules and regulations agreed
upon 
beforehand by the players.  That's what makes them 
games.  Right?"

Scully sipped her Chardonnay.  Pendrell's fingers 
tightened around the chunky glass of black-and-tan in 
front of him.  "Right.  So you're going to tell me the
rules?"

The other two agents nodded, and Scully answered. 
"The 
rules make it possible for us to function
appropriately at work and still get what we need in
our private lives."  The huskiness of her voice
reminded Danny Pendrell of how she had sounded as she
came, the noises she had made while he was inside her,
fucking her.  He gulped at his black-and-tan and wiped
foam off his mouth, feeling like a total rube.  "Okay,
then.  Shoot."

Mulder gave him a sardonic half-grin.  "No, no
shooting.  But you can come armed, if you like."  He
put down his empty bottle and held up one finger. 
"First of all.  The game is never played in anyone's
home.  Only on neutral territory.  We've never met at
Scully's or my place, and we won't meet at yours. 
Always at a hotel."

"Isn't that expensive?"  Danny dug into the potato
skins the waiter had finally brought.

Mulder shrugged dismissively.  "Don't worry about it. 

I've got it covered."  Danny remembered that rumor 
painted Mulder as privately wealthy, someone who could
be freaky on the job because he did it for fun, not to
actually make a living.  "Besides, we don't do this
every night, or even every week.

"Second," he went on, grabbing a potato skin for
himself, "no hint of the game at the office.  No first
names, no flirting, no suspicious touching.  Scully
and I don't play when we're traveling on a case.  Work
comes first."

"Not a problem," Danny assured him.  Scully took the 
smallest potato skin from the plate and bit into it,
her eyes on Mulder.

"Third, it's always a game.  There's always a
scenario.  We don't just get together and have sex. 
Someone plans a scene to be acted out."  Mulder
glanced down at his partner.  "So far Scully has just
let me do the planning, but we're both agreeable to
acting out something that you plan."

Danny frowned, a little puzzled.  "So what exactly do 
you mean by a scenario?"

"Well, for example," Scully said, leaning forward onto

the scratched oak table, "Mulder came up with the idea

of introducing you into the game.  He got my consent, 
and then he set the whole thing up.  I didn't know
ahead of time who would be joining us, only that on
this occasion, someone else would be present, and I
would have sex with that person.  A scenario can be
any experience you want to have, any fantasy you want
to act out, as long as it includes all three of us in
some way."

Danny gulped some more of his drink and signaled the 
waiter for a refill.  It sounded like a pretty strange

set-up, but then, this was a pretty strange pair he 
was dealing with.  They were talking about complicated

sexual games with three players as calmly as they
talked about aliens or exsanguinations or mysterious
fungal apparitions in the lab.  It was a strange
set-up but, he thought, a good one.  Sex with two
extremely attractive, intelligent people, mutual
respect all round, and nothing to distract from the
job.  No entanglements.  That was what he'd been
wanting, ever since he broke up with Cynthia.  It was
just what he needed.

"Four," Mulder went on, going for another potato skin,

"now that there are three of us, the three of us will 
always get together.  If one of us wants to set up a 
scenario, the other two always have the right to
decline.  Either to say, 'I don't want to do that,' or
just, 'I can't make it that night'.  But nobody makes
a date with another person without informing the third
party.  I don't have sex with Scully without telling
you, or with you without telling her.  And so on."

Now that struck Danny as being really odd.  Why 
would they bring him into this little partnership, 
anyway--why would they always want a third person? 
Everybody knew Mulder and Scully were tight, closer
than most partners in a weird, chilly way that put
other people off of trying to get to know one of them
separately from the other.  Maybe it was just their
refusal to be separated in any way that led to this
stipulation.  "If one of us declines, just because
they have a cold or something, would the other two go
ahead and have sex?"

Mulder and Scully traded telepathic glances.  "Yes, 
that would be an option," Scully replied.  "As long 
as the third person had been invited from the 
beginning, and knew what was going on."

Mulder leaned forward and gave Danny a challenging 
glance.  "So, Danny... do you think you can play by 
those rules?"

Danny straightened up, pasting on his most confident
smile. "Yes.  Yes, I do."

Mulder smiled--an astonishingly broad smile that 
showed large, even teeth, completely transforming 
the cast of his face.  He stretched out his hand and 
Danny shook it, then Scully's  hand.  "Then it's a
deal.  Shall we go upstairs?"

They settled their bill and then left the dark
basement 
bar, climbing carpeted stairs with oak bannisters to 
a small room on the third floor.  They were in a small

hotel in Annapolis, in a very old building--a night in

this hotel, and dinner later, were bound to cost big. 

But Mulder was footing the bill, and Danny willed 
himself not to care.  Anything for the chance to have 
contact with people, to have sex with two of the most 
attractive people he had ever met.

The door to the room actually had a metal key, not a
card.  Danny's hands were shaking, which was why he
noticed how smoothly Mulder moved, putting the key in
the lock.  Mulder had planned a scenario for tonight,
just like before.  Mulder had decided ahead of time
how things would proceed if Pendrell agreed to the
arrangement, and, no doubt, how he and Scully would
proceed if Pendrell declined.  Of course, Mulder had
planned things before, the first time he'd joined 
them, but Danny hadn't realized it then.  He had seen
it as a chance to have some pleasantly kinky sex, to
enjoy the beauteous Dana Scully in the presence of her
partner.  He hadn't counted on enjoying the beauteous
Fox Mulder, too, nor on there being a script behind
the evening's pleasures.  So he was more nervous now
than he had been the first time--if that was possible.
 Sweat was trickling down his chest underneath his
shirt as he followed Mulder into the dimly lit room.

"So what's the plan for tonight?" he blurted out,
instantly regretting it.  Surely it blew the mood to
talk about the scenario ahead of time.  But then
wouldn't you have to talk it over beforehand, to get
everyone's consent?

Mulder and Scully did not appear upset, however.  They
exchanged veiled smiles and then both approached Danny
at once.  Scully came up and took hold of the collar
of his pink polo shirt with both hands.

"Our plan for tonight," she purred, "is to gang up on
*you*."

She pulled him down with surprising strength and
kissed
him hotly, tasting of Chardonnay and of a slick
astringency.  As her tongue plundered his mouth, her
arms twined around his neck, heavier arms wound around
his chest from behind, and a mouth even softer and
fuller than Scully's browsed on the back of his neck.

Oh, God....  They were really serious about this.  Did
"ganging up" mean what he hoped it meant...?  Best
just to let thoughts go, let them do whatever they
wanted.  It was bound to feel good.

Two pairs of hands were efficiently stripping off his
clothes, never overlapping, never interfering with one
another.  He moaned aloud as Dana lapped at his
nipples while Mulder tugged down his briefs.  The two
of them turned him round and round until Danny didn't
know up from down, before from behind; he simply fell
on the bed when Mulder pushed him and was grateful the
bed was there.

Abruptly he realized he was stark naked, with two
fully clothed people looking down at him, amused
little smiles on their faces.  For a sick moment he
was sure they had brought him to this point only to
make fun of him, to laugh at his half-erect dick and
then send him out pantsless into the night.  Then
Mulder turned away, touching Scully lightly on the
shoulder as he did so, and retrieved a black leather
case which he placed on the wide bed between
Pendrell's feet.  Scully, in the meantime, began to
take off her clothes in a matter-of-fact way, watching
Pendrell as she did so.

Danny jumped, or thrust, or both, when Mulder's hand
unexpectedly wrapped around his cock.  The other man
stroked him firmly, slowly, bringing him to full
erection, then squeezed the head and let go.  "Touch
yourself, Danny," Mulder commanded, and began opening
up the briefcase.

It was a command, no question.  Danny found himself
staring into Dana Scully's alert, inquisitive gaze as
he slowly jerked off, keeping himself erect, getting
more and more turned on as she watched him masturbate
while revealing more of her body.  Her eyes roamed
over him, intent, silently appreciative, occasionally
flickering to Mulder just for a second, perhaps to
check what he was doing.  When she was fully naked,
she came around to the side of the bed, propped one
foot up beside Danny's lax hand, and began to rub her
clit.  The scent of her arousal spread through the air
like the scent of hyacinths.

Danny could hear himself panting.  He'd never guessed
he could be so turned on from watching and being
watched, not even though he'd had sex with these two
before.  He wasn't touching Dana and she wasn't
touching him, but they were both getting turned on. 
He hoped like hell he could keep from coming too soon.

"Dana."

They both looked at Mulder.  He was holding out a
dildo already placed in a harness and covered with a
condom.

"I want you to fuck Danny in the ass.  Danny's cock is
all mine tonight."

Dana nodded, took the harness, and began to strap it
on.  Danny felt his face heating up, the flush
spreading down his chest, as Mulder stripped, grinning
down at him crookedly.

Mulder was beautiful, just the sort of male beauty
Danny liked--tall, lean, long-limbed.  He liked men
taller than he was, but not necessarily heavier,
stockier.  Mulder had a swimmer's body or a
runner's--Danny knew he did both--with a light dusting
of hair and a good-looking cock, long, not too thin or
too thick, pointed at the tip.  His skin had a faintly
olive tone even in the palest, most sheltered places.

As soon as Mulder was naked, they both pounced.  Danny
grunted as he was rolled briskly onto his side with
Mulder before him and Dana behind.  The tip of the
silicon dildo nudged his thigh, then Mulder's longer,
hotter erection brushed his groin.  He looked into
agate-green eyes that merged into one big green planet
as Mulder moved in and kissed him.

Danny moaned into the other man's mouth.  Mulder
kissed like a shark, aggressive, hungry, more than a
little toothy.  It was good.  Dana's fingers were
tracing swirly patterns up and down his back, from his
shoulders to his thighs, her nails grazing his
buttocks.  All the hair on his body stood up.  Danny's
moans got louder when Mulder's lips left his and
fastened on his neck.  Dana's fingers were wet now,
leaving his body and coming back to paint moist
streaks that smelled of her pussy.  He started to
writhe, and four hands grasped him authoritatively.

"Hold still."  That was all Mulder said before sliding
lower, his face to Danny's chest.  He proceeded to
work mercilessly on Danny's nipples, first with his
lips and tongue, then with his fingers, then with his
teeth.  Every so often he rubbed his cock against
Danny's legs, but he appeared to be in no hurry. 
Pendrell started to wonder if he might come just from
Mulder playing with his tits.

His mind was drifting, blissed out, quivering between
pain and pleasure, when Mulder and Scully did another
of those telepathic things.  A wet fingertip brushed
across his anus at the precise moment that a wet mouth
closed around the head of his cock.  Danny hung
suspended in joyous torture as the mouth worked its
way down, the finger worked its way in, at precisely
the same speed.  Scully's seeking finger grazed his
prostate as Mulder's lips brushed his pubic hair.

"Don't come," said a soft warning voice behind him. 
The finger withdrew and Mulder let him go, making him
stifle a whimper of loss--until Mulder snapped a
leather cockring carefully around his balls.

"Don't come," Mulder repeated.  He slipped off the bed
and stood up, his back to Danny.  Sweating, cold sweat
crossing his burning skin, Danny watched Mulder bend
forward and reach into the cleft of his buttocks.  He
was taking out a butt plug--a big butt plug.  And in
eerie synchrony, Dana Scully was pressing up against
him, sliding the lubed dildo into his ass.

He stared at Mulder, at the soft open pucker between
two hemispheres of muscle.  Mulder turned around, hand
on his cock, and offered it to Danny's mouth.  Danny
sucked on it willingly, needing something to hang on
to.  He felt he was going to fly away, drift upward on
the wind, like a tuft of dandelion silk.  The tang of
Mulder's skin grounded him, braced him against the
burning pressure inside him as the dildo slid deeper.

Then Mulder pulled away and moved to the briefcase
again.  Quickly, efficiently, he smoothed a condom
onto Danny's cock and smeared it with lube.  Dana's
arms wrapped tightly around Danny and a slick hand
held his cock as Mulder lay down again beside him and
backed onto him.

"Oh, Jesus.  Oh, Jesus."  It was a moment before Danny
realized that was his voice whimpering aloud, taking
the name of the Lord in vain.  The leather strap held
him so tightly, held off his orgasm, and the position
he was in forced him to hold still while Mulder slid
up and down on his cock, grunting with each stroke,
and Dana ground herself against his back, the head of
the dildo wedged against his prostate.  They were both
moving at their own pace, finding their own pleasure,
heedless of him, and the thought flashed through
Danny's mind that they were using him.  As surely as
Mulder was using his cock to fuck himself, as if it
were another dildo, these two were using his body, his
mind, to work out some weird thing going on between
them.

Mulder was speeding up, jerking himself off now, his
voice rising higher with the strain.  Please, Danny
thought, please, he imagined himself tied to the bed
with the dildo stuck in his ass, the leather strap
bound around his balls, unable to move, unable to
come, let me come, please let me come.  Then a fierce
ripple through Mulder's thighs and back, all the way
up to the man's shoulders, let Danny know the other
man was coming, and a small, deft hand slid between
their grinding, sweaty bodies and stripped away the
leather that kept Danny from coming.

It was the most intense orgasm of his life, literally
blinding him.  Everthing went white, sounds turned
into the dull roar that exists between stations on the
radio, nothing registered to his senses except the
searing tactile pleasure of his release.  Mulder's
inner muscles were still fluttering with his own
climax as Danny let go inside him, and Danny could
feel it, feel the other man go still as Danny lost
control.  There was a moment, afterwards, when he must
have been unconscious; then, the stupid thought, It's
better than sex.

They lay there for a long time, still connected.  At
last Dana sighed and eased herself away.  Mulder moved
away and got up surprisingly easily.  Danny reached
with strengthless hands for the condom and managed to
peel it off and tie it up.  He was still sitting on
the edge of the bed, naked and trembling, when Mulder
and Scully, washed and dressed, left the hotel room. 
Scully touched his hair lightly and said, "Good night,
Danny."  Mulder walked out without a word.

He sat there after the door closed.  I don't care, he
thought.  I don't care.

***

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