This story is a part of the Games Series

Seduction by Kassandra  (KassXF@aol.com)

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I saw him sitting across the hotel bar, young and expectant and innocent of
all the darkness around us.  He looked like he was waiting for someone,
glancing up each time the door opened.  He smiled a little, acknowledging
me, and I wanted him.

Just like that.

Desire made me dizzy for a moment, imagining him naked and gasping under
me.  I ordered a beer and composed myself, then went over to sit beside him.

"Hey, Pendrell, what brings you here?  Meeting someone?"

He blushed.  He blushes a lot.  Funny, in his office clothes, in his white
shirt and tie and lab coat, I never noticed how.....luscious he looks when
he blushes.   It was all I could do not to lean over and take a bite.
"Well, not really."  Self-deprecating.  "I just thought I'd stop in and
have a drink."

"Really?"  I wondered who he'd hoped to meet.  "They're fumigating my
apartment, I'm staying here this weekend.  Can I buy you a drink?"

He blushed again.  "You don't have to do that, Agent Mulder."

"Just Mulder, Pendrell.  We're not in the office now."  Thank God.  He was
wearing jeans and a loose chambray shirt tucked in, compact body and the
cutest ass....I swear, I took a drink of beer to keep from saying anything
stupid.

I had to move very carefully.  The sleeves were rolled up, I could see the
hair on his arms, silky hair, and my fingers itched to stroke it.

He smiled, embarrassed.  "Okay, Mulder.  But I'll get the next round."

"Okay."  I agreed, leaning against the bar.  Leaning close enough to be in
his space, staying far enough away not to freak him out.  There's a
delicate line there, you have to beware of crossing it or you'll blow the
whole thing.  

Straight guys aren't conscious of it unless you get too close, and then
it's major terror, you can see it in their eyes, even if you never lay a
hand on them.  Staying too far away wouldn't rev the pheromones, and I was
going to rev his pheromones or die trying.

There was popcorn on the bar.  We talked about football and our favorite
teams and I let our fingers brush now and then when we reached for it.  

The bar started to fill up, get noisy and smoky and I could see him
reacting to that, leaned close to his ear.  "Look, this is getting
obnoxious, let me get us a couple of beers, we can talk in my room, no
cigarette smoke."  

He nodded, a little fuzzed already from the beers, wrinkled his nose.
"Sure.  Sounds good.  I need to hit the road by about nine, don't wanna 
miss the game."

"My room has cable," I said easily and waved to the bartender.  Two beers
later, we were on the way upstairs.  Nice room, nicer than my usual, but I
figured if I was going to have to stay in a motel over the weekend, I'd
stay in close to the Hoover.

I'd never been happier that I had.

I turned on the tv, to ESPN, so we could maintain the nice het boy
atmosphere, and managed, without hardly trying, to spill an entire 
beer in Pendrell's lap.  "Oh, shit, I'm sorry."

He was on his feet, trying to brush away the worst of it.  "No, it's okay,
it's just beer."  Rueful look.  "Guess it's time to get home."

"Oh, hell, don't do that, hang on.  I've got another beer in the fridge,
here, they don't charge any more for it up here, and we can let your jeans
dry...."  Innocent face, chagrined voice, he fell for it.  

Skinned out of the jeans in the bathroom, but I didn't stand decorously 
back, I took the jeans and rinsed them, making sure they got good and wet,
found a pair of black silk boxers in my bag and insisted he get 
out of the wet briefs he was wearing.

"Oh, this is fine."  A little uncomfortable.  

I gave him the single whammy, the guilty puppy dog look.  "Jesus, I'm
sorry, Pendrell.  You're going to get chilled."  Letting my eyes widen sadly.

He blushed again, and I mean all over...that I could see.  He still had the
chambray shirt on, but his legs even turned pink.  "Okay, okay," good
naturedly, "But you're worrying about nothing, honestly."

He turned his back to change into the shorts I'd given him, and I made sure
those briefs were nice and wet, too, took briefs and jeans over to the
heater, draped them over the only two chairs there, and and cranked the
heat up.  

A lot.

Of course, with the chairs in use, we had to sit on the bed.  We went back
to idle talk, sipping cold beers and talking and keeping a half 
an eye on the tv.  "God, it's getting warm in here," I joked, and stripped
off my sweater.  No t-shirt underneath, just bare skin.  Pheromones.

He chuckled, a little buzzed by now, glanced at his bare legs.  "Feels good
to me."

I leaned back against the headboard, just a hand's breadth from him.  "It
does now."  My dick was starting to throb, it was going to be hard to hide
when it really woke up.  So it was time to talk about sex.  

I started out easy, slow and easy, talking about some of my wilder exotic
experiences with women.  He listened, wide-eyed, blushing and chortling.
Phoebe in the cemetary, and I described that in detail.  

Diana going down on me in a Bureau car on the way back from a case, her
consolation prize for getting chewed out by the local SAC.

"And Diana could really give good head," I sighed.  By now, I could see we
were both hard, I could see the stretched shape of him underneath the silk
and my mouth was watering.  "I mean, you know, the very best kind, where
you get licked around the crown, you know, really firm strokes right on the
rim, and her lips would repeat that motion as she worked her tongue around
it."

Very flushed now, and very hard.  His eyes were wide, almost mesmerized.
"Uh huh."  Faintly.

"And then she'd surprise me, she'd take it in deeply, she'd have her
fingers closed around the bottom and gripping me and then as she came back
up, stroke.  Man....." I took another swallow of beer, my mouth genuinely
dry.  "But as good as she was, I have to say, nobody gives 
head like a man."

His mouth dropped open slightly.  "A--a man?"  Even more faintly.

"Oh, sure."  I waved expansively.  "Let's face it, Pendrell, we know what
feels good.  You get a man to give you head......Jesus, the top of your
head comes off.  You've never had a guy give you head before?  Not even
when you were a kid?"

He really did seem mesmerized.  "N-n-no, I haven't."  Not quite a squeak,
but obviously startled at the notion.  "Have you?  I mean, of course you
have," stammering, "I mean..."

"Oxford, of course," I told him, matter of factly.  "Oh, Christ, Alan could
have given Diana lessons.  Yes, he could have.  I thought my heart was
going to stop."

His cock was peering through the fly of the silk boxers, that head all ripe
and swollen and I had to stand up and skin out of my own jeans.  Cotton
knit boxes that didn't hide a fucking thing and his eyes seemed locked
there for a moment before he blushed and looked back at my face.  

"Your h-heart?"

"Christ, yes."  I sat down on the bed.  Whether it was the right moment or
not, I had to try.  Hell, his cock was tormenting me like that, the ripe
head, the pearl of fluid gathering there.  "Want me to show you?"

His eyes got bigger.  "Sh-sh-show me?"

"Sure."  I reached out and thumbed the head of his cock.  Leaned down and
took it between my lips, rubbing my lips and tongue along the rim.

He made this strangled, whimpering sound, but he didn't push me away, cold
cock me with the beer bottle, or try to escape.  He didn't move at all.  I
used my fingers to free more of him from the boxers and took him in more
deeply, tasting the bitter salt of pre-cum and inhaling the scent of his
skin.  Sweat, a little beer, and him.  I dove down, opening my throat.  I
had to stun him with pleasure before his brain had time to kick in.  Or I'd
lose him for sure.

From the look on his face, I was doing it right.  Big eyes.  The nearly
empty beer bottle tipping sideways in slack fingers.  A little arch up of
his hips and I used that opportunity to reach beneath him, catch the
waistband of the boxers and tug them down, releasing him from my lips only
long enough to get rid of the silken obstacle.

I shifted then, to kneel between his legs, spreading them farther apart.
God, he was hung, I dipped my head for just a minute and licked his balls,
taking them into my mouth one at a time.  He made that sound again.  

I looked up and bent to take him back into my mouth. Got him good and slick
and then used saliva to moisten my fingers, stroking under his balls with
my fingertips, down the perineum to his anus.  Tight.  But the beer had
relaxed him a little, he didn't jump or flinch when I traced the shape of
the tight ring.  

"G-g-g-god."  Almost a  whisper and he pushed into my mouth and throat
again.  "Jesus."  

I kept stroking him, but gripped the base of his cock with my other hand, I
didn't want him coming too soon.  I wanted to drive him crazy.
We were doing fine until....until I slid the tip of my finger into him, and
he made a choked sound. 

"N-no, don't....I mean, wait a minute."  Very faint voice, embarrassed.  

I deepthroated him and then sat up.  "You want me to stop?"  Softly.
Seducing him was one thing.....coercing him wasn't what I wanted. 

"Nno, I mean, I have to...."  He gestured at the bathroom, bright red.

I felt heat wash over me, oh, Christ.  "Okay."  And kissed the tip of his
cock.  "Hurry back."

He slid off the bed, still bright red.  Disappeared into the bathroom and
closed the door.  

Christ, I was so hard I could feel my heartbeat in each throb of my cock.
Reached inside my own shorts and touched myself, bit back a whimper and
then got smart.  Lube and a condom, just in case, and I stuck the latter
under the pillow, kept the small bottle in a fold of the rumpled spread and
waited for him.  

After a few moments, I started to wonder if he'd panicked, but then the
toilet flushed.  It took a minute, but he came back, still scarlet, and
avoiding my gaze, but he lay back on the bed.  

God, he was luscious.  Still half-hard and I took care of that in a hurry,
swallowing him down.  Fingers busily unbuttoning that shirt.  He had a lot
more hair than I did, silky in places, coarse in others, and Christ, he
tasted good.  I let his cock slip from my mouth and licked and sucked at
his navel, his hands came up and threaded into my hair, I heard another
strangled sound.  "You've never done this?" I murmured and worked up to
tweaking a nipple gently.  He had nipples as generous as any woman's, and
nearly as responsive, he blinked at me in stunned amazement and I felt his
cock jump against my thigh.

"N-n-no."

As a reward for answering, I took the other nipple, worried it carefully
with teeth and lips and got another whimper, worked back down to his cock.
Retrieved the lube and slicked my fingers, went back to stroking him,
stroking the lube in, my finger going in deeper each time until I found it,
the little place that made him cry out and arch up.  

God, he was luscious.  Swollen and thick in my mouth and throat and I just
closed my eyes, taking him in as deeply as I could until I could feel him
getting close again.  Released him and leaned back, breathing hard.  "God,
you taste good.  You like that?"

He stared at me as if he thought I was out of my mind.  "Yeah."  Huskily.

I got out of my own shorts, there was a sodden spot where I'd leaked into
the cotton knit.  He stared at my cock, swallowed hard, nervous gaze
flicking back to my face.  I took his hand gently, brought it to my cock.
His fingers closed around it loosely.  I didn't say anything, but he
finally sat up, leaned over me.  The tip of his tongue flicked me and I
groaned, resisted the urge just to push into his mouth, to fuck his face.

When his lips closed over the head, I groaned again, positive feedback, and
he used his tongue, probing the slit, licking me clean.  Christ, I nearly
cried out, put my hand lightly on his hair.  Silky and clean, I'd expected
it to be coarser and I let my fingers weave into it.  He took me in a
little deeper and coughed, shifted back, licking the head again.  I
shifted, shifted him, until we were lying across the bed, until I could
take him in my mouth again.  Slid my finger into him, stretching him
carefully, finger fucking him.  Licked his balls, and worked another finger
into him.   That sweet ass tightened, moved on my fingers and he tried
taking me more deeply again.  

So good, so fucking good, I went back to his cock again.  But I didn't let
him come.  I let him get close, I let myself get close, before pulling back
and caressing the rest of him.  Dazed, and slightly crazed expression.
"Tell me what you liked best," I told him huskily.  "Tell me what it feels
like."

His eyes flickered, he turned red again.  "Everything."  Muttered.

"But what feels best?" I persisted, "You have to tell me."

He made an abortive gesture, still flame red.  "Um, when you, ah...."
Swallowed hard.  "With your fingers in me, and your mouth..."  Almost
stammering.  

"You know what it is," I told him and cupped his balls.  "Tell me."  

He turned even redder.  "When you were sucking me."  Muttered again. 

"And my fingers?"

"Inside me."

"Finger fucking you."  I used the words with relish, saw his cock jump.
"When I was sucking your cock and finger fucking you.  You like that best?"

He squirmed and apparently decided to fight fire with fire, he leaned over
and took my cock in his hand, rubbed the head with his fingers.  "Yeah."
Bent and licked it.

"You like sucking my cock, too?"  My fingers spreading him again, sliding
into his heat.  "Does it taste good?"

He squirmed again, pushed his ass into my fingers.  "Yes."  Groaned.

"What do you want me to do to you?  You want me to fuck you?  You ever had
a man fuck you?"  Deliberately crude and I was afraid I was almost too
close to do this.

He moaned, pressed his face into my thigh.  "Jesus."  But his ass
tightened.  "No, I never have."

I leaned down and sucked his balls.  Lifted my head again.  "Do you want me
to fuck you?"

He groaned this time, bit my thigh lightly.  "Christ, just do it."

"Tell me."

Another nip.  "Yes, I want you to fuck me.  I want your cock up my ass."
Desperately.  

I rewarded him with a long suck.  He thrust into my throat, groaning,
completely abandoned now.

But I wasn't going to be able to wait any longer. 

I opened the condom, made him roll it down over my cock, stroking his hair.
 Pushed him back and slicked myself, stroked more lube inside him, enough
for ten men better endowed than I was.

But he was a virgin.  

He didn't know what to do, watched wide eyed until I popped the ring of
muscle with the head of my cock, made a pained sound until I slid in and
let his body adjust.  My hand, still slick, closed around his cock, he
arched up into my fist and made this little noise of surprise, mouth open,
the pain had turned to something else.

Tight and luscious and I slid my hand under that tight ass to pull him onto
me, fucked him slowly at first, kept fisting his cock, ruthless in need.

He worked himself on me, making little crazed sounds, humping me, and
begging wordlessly.  

He was gorgeous, abandoned and wanton and he was mine, my little lab slut,
and I was never going to be able to look at him in the office again.  I was
going to fuck him long and hard and often, and Christ, he was sweet, so
fine...

And he cried out, hips arching up, when he came. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Probably the first time he'd ever used language like that during sex.
Certainly the first time he'd ever had that sweet peach of an ass cored.
And I came and came and came, still stroking his cock, even when he tried
to bat my hand away weakly.

Both of us sticky with semen and flushed, we lay like that for a long time.

I kissed him, sucking gently on his mouth, got kissed back in return,
hungrily, needfully.  Finally released his mouth and lay back.  "Christ,
that was the best yet."

He smiled at me.  "Best idea we've ever had."

I licked the tip of his nose.  "You've ever had.  Next time you want to
play virgin, I promise, I won't give you any trouble about it."

He fairly purred.  "I think next time, you should.  It should be fun
seducing you."

I laughed, startled, but my cock throbbed at the thought of being seduced.

There was certainly something to be said for role-playing games.