I still don't own Chuck. I'm not sure who does at this point.

As always a big thanks to Michaelfmx for his beta services. I really appreciate it.

Depending on what day you ask me, there are several episodes that I might tell you are my favorite. DeLorean, Santa, Honeymooners, Phase Three… all of them, for different reasons, bubble to the top at various times. But if you asked me what my favorite moment is, that has stayed pretty consistent. In Seduction when Roan asks Chuck if Sarah is worth dying for, thinking that will end the conversation… and he says yes… that never fails to give me goose bumps.

There are actually multiple seductions coming. For those who wanted to see Sarah in the mix sexually… be careful what you wish for.

Content Warning: There will be some sex in this chapter that may come close to my definition of smut. In fact this chapter is going to be filled with sexual activity. If that bothers you, it might be a good chapter to skip. Unfortunately, buried in all of this sex type stuff will be some very important story points. If you skip the chapter, PM me and I'll fill you in.

The Seduction

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Devon and Alex ducked out of the reception as quickly as they could. Both had mixed feelings. It wasn't every day that you got to shake hands with the President of the United States. Getting all dressed up was also a novelty after spending so much time on the island in swim suits… or less. Spending an afternoon being treated like heroes by the national press sure didn't hurt. But there was also a measure of sadness.

By unspoken agreement they made every attempt to keep things light. Devon grinned at her. "You were really flirting with those Special Forces guys," he said.

She made sure to keep the smile on her face as she looked at him carefully. He was teasing. He knew that she was a natural flirt. It wasn't a jealousy thing. Alex wasn't even sure herself how she felt about it. Sometimes she wondered if maybe it would feel nice if he was a little jealous. After all, she was originally sent over here to get his mind off his problems by fucking him senseless. And he clearly had problems. Seeing his fiancé looking every bit like a whore while she clung to Morgan as if she was spray painted onto him and overtly flirting with anything wearing pants had to be upsetting.

Honestly, her assignment wouldn't seem like that much of a chore to most women… Alex included. It had been over two weeks since she had sex… if you didn't count last week with her own hand out of pure frustration. Even in Venezuela, while all the other girls were 'boosting morale', she was limited to watching the sex scenes unfold on TV and the live yet frustrating sight of Chuck and Sarah obviously getting lucky covered only by that inadequate sheet. So maybe that drought clouded her judgment a little, but Devon Woodcomb was most definitely the best looking man she had ever met. If he had approached her in a bar and asked her to come home with him there wouldn't have been a decision to make. Her panties would be off in the car before they even got to his place. And maybe fucking him senseless would be a good thing… for both of them. It would also help her get her mind off her own problems. It seemed like the perfect symbiotic relationship. But a funny thing happened on the way to this fortnight of passion.

They became friends.

Even that wasn't the whole story. Devon was truly amazing. He was even nicer than he was gorgeous. Not only that, he was sweet and smart and could make her laugh. Alex had never had a best friend like that before, had never even imagined the possibility… especially not a man. Men always wanted her for one thing. If that sounded like a criticism, it wasn't. There were no hard feelings. Alex routinely used men for her own needs just as much. Devon was clearly different. He talked to her… honestly talked to her. He wanted to know about her dreams in life, was honestly interested in her opinions, actually saw through her shell. In another place and time, she could have easily seen herself falling in love with him. But that simply wasn't going to happen. Neither really wanted that. Even if she could get over Morgan, there was no way that Devon would get over Ellie… not anytime soon anyway. So the best thing to do would be to keep this light. "Hey," she said with a short laugh. "I wasn't the only one. Joey and her three quarters of a top caused most of them to have trouble standing. I think there was more than one of them ready to propose. They were all so great. Those men risked their lives for us. Sitting on a hero's lap for a minute, smiling at him, and telling him how grateful we are just seemed like the thing to do. Besides, they hardly noticed I was there. They were all too busy trying to look down Sarah's dress."

Devon shook his head. Alex was teasing. She certainly knew that she was beautiful. It was the one area in her life where she was confident. "Trust me," he said. "They noticed."

Even though he was smiling and teasing her, Alex knew him. She could see the sadness in his eyes. Waiting for Devon to make a move was getting ridiculous. They had been hanging out together and talking now for two whole days. She even spent last night here with him sleeping in his guest room… and nothing. It occurred to Alex that she had actually never seduced a man before. She never had too. Once they got the slightest hint she would be interested they always got around to thinking about it pretty quickly all on their own.

Suddenly out of nowhere he was kissing her. It was… surprising. Alex had started thinking that this would never happen. Frankly, at this point, that would have been okay. She found that she enjoyed having a best friend far more than she had ever enjoyed having a fuck buddy. And sex would change things… it just would… it always did. But to stop him now wouldn't be fair, would simply cause more problems. It was why she was here in the first place. Even more importantly, this amazing man didn't deserve to feel even more rejected than he clearly already had. Alex decided that she was over thinking this. Maybe fucking Devon Woodcomb wouldn't exactly be a horrible burden. He was the sexiest man she had ever met. So they were kissing. That was way too mild of a description. It was more like he was trying to devour her. So she kissed back. They stumbled together to the couch and fell on to it together, their tongues still playing an erotic version of thumb war. It was… odd… but not totally unpleasant.

Devon had taken off the dress shirt and tie he wore to the ceremony as soon as they were back at his place and was wearing his white t-shirt. Almost the first thing that Alex did was reach down and pull it out of his waistband, and then over his head. The kiss, by necessity, broke for an instant as Alex threw the shirt to the floor. Sex aside, she had been wanting to do that since the first time she met him. It bordered on criminal for a man with abs like this to wear a t-shirt anyway. Alex was so busy responding to the resumed kissing and fondling that amazing physique that she must have lost track of things. Clearly he was as eager to see her chest as she was his. Suddenly she looked down and realized that he had completely unbuttoned her dress and it was lying wide open.

Devon had broken the kiss and was staring at her. His eyes were asking that unspoken question. Alex knew that they had gone well beyond the point of no return. She also knew that she didn't have anything to hide, that Devon wasn't the only one on that couch with a fantastic chest. So she pulled her arms out of the dress and sat up a little to allow Devon to pull it the rest of the way off. As he was fumbling with the strap to her bra, Alex ran her hand down his stomach and to his rock hard erection still covered by pants… out of curiosity more than anything. She had to suppress the gasp. Whoever said that size didn't matter… well, they weren't totally right. Alex had been with enough men to know that size wasn't an absolute indicator of performance… but bigger was definitely better. And in this case, she might very well be in for a treat. She was currently rubbing the largest male member she had ever encountered, far bigger than Morgan.

Alex tried to reach for his belt to unfasten it. This was something she simply had to see for herself. See probably wasn't even the right word. This was one area where she was something of a connoisseur. She wanted to fully examine it, play with it a little, see how hard she could get it, taste it, and maybe even experiment with how much she could get into her mouth without gagging. But that would have to wait. She could no longer reach him. Devon had moved down and was kissing her left breast.

This was quickly starting to get serious. Alex had always had very sensitive breasts. This was her very favorite part of foreplay, her weakness in going farther than she originally intended that many men had exploited. Once they had their hand on her breast, they were going to have a good day. It never stopped short of smoking the proverbial cigarette. And Devon was very, very good at this. He quickly had her nipples standing at attention, alternating from one to the other. So when his hand slid down and into her panties, she was already on fire. She instinctively opened her legs a little to give him full access. His finger sliding back and forth was quickly getting her very, very close to the edge. She shut her eyes and rotated her hips in rhythm to his movements. "Harder," she moaned. "Fuck me harder."

That probably should have been Devon's first clue that she was somewhere else. But he let it slide, no pun intended. It wasn't until she was in the throes of her orgasm that he finally figured it out. He heard her moan.

"Oh God! Morgan, fuck me harder. I love you!"

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Morgan was actually grateful to hear the knock on the door. He had lingered at the reception for as long as possible, long after all the reporters had left and the staff was cleaning up the mess. Based upon recent history it wouldn't be long before his new sex toy was popping a Viagra into his mouth and tempting him with some kinky sex act. Truth be told, sex, even with Ellie Bartowski, was starting to feel more and more like an assignment and less and less like a good time. He certainly never anticipated that being true. Not only that, he wanted to see Alex. Their relationship was probably strained beyond the breaking point. He deserved as much. But even if they didn't have a future, he wanted to tell her how sorry he was and honestly wish her well.

"Sarah," he said in surprise as he opened the door. She had changed her clothes. The fancy dress and million dollar necklace were gone… but she was still every bit as stunning. Of course Sarah could be wearing a gunny sack and still be stunning.

The look Sarah was shooting him couldn't have been mistaken for loving… but she kept her voice calm. "Can I talk to Ellie for a minute?" she asked. "Alone?"

Morgan didn't have to be asked twice. "I'm going to see if Chef has any of those mushrooms left," he said… and he was gone like he had been shot out of a canon.

That left Sarah and Ellie staring at each other. Finally Ellie broke the silence. "Are you mad at me?" she asked.

In this ridiculous situation, that struck Sarah as funny. "I'm not mad at you," she said as she started laughing. "Why would you think that? You were trying to help me. I get that. But, Ellie, please don't drug me again. We'll get where you want to go. I want that too. When it happens I'd like to be sober to experience it fully. Besides, I talked to Chuck. As it turns out, you were right. He was fully supportive. Naturally given that we were talking about you, he was a little… reluctant to talk about details. But he said that it was important to him that you be happy. If fundamentally meaningless sex honestly makes you happy, it is ultimately a good thing. He committed to getting over his hang ups about me doing my part. So, Ellie, before he changes his mind, I want to get rid of any tension between us. I'm here to make you happy with me. What is that going to take?"

Ellie was beaming. Perhaps her assignment wasn't going to be such a long term chore after all. "You haven't told me if you like the new hair color," she said with a grin.

Sarah carefully considered how to answer. Truthfully, she hated it. Everybody did… at least everybody who mattered. Not only was it hideous, it screamed 'fuck me, I'm easy' to anybody who bothered to look. It took a very beautiful, sophisticated woman and reduced her into a cheap slut. But she couldn't say that. So she made sure to match Ellie's grin. "It's a new look for you," she said. "I saw that you were getting a lot of attention from the press. That must have felt nice." Sarah then changed the subject. "You still haven't told me what it's going to take to make you happy," she said. "Whatever it is, I'll do it."

Ellie looked at her for a long time. Sarah had just put her cards on the table. Maybe it was time for her to do the same. "Morgan wants us together," she said. "The reason he didn't go for it this morning is that he wants you to actively participate. He wants you to beg him to fuck you… join me as his submissive toys for the entire night."

Sarah fought off the nausea building in her stomach. The odds of her ever willingly begging Morgan Grimes to fuck her… there weren't enough decimal points in the entire world to calculate them. Thanks to the debacle this morning he had already seen her naked and in a compromised position once, which was one time too many. That was a little chat they most definitely would be having later. It was so ridiculous that it became funny. But laughing at this point wouldn't do. "So," she said, making sure to keep the grin on her face. "What are you going to be doing while Morgan is giving me the high hard one?"

Fortunately Ellie laughed. "That's mostly up to Morgan," she said. "He's in charge. But I wouldn't get your hopes up for the high hard one…. at least not at first. If you get on your knees and beg him, I imagine you're going to be down there for a while. To answer your question, it's called a threesome for a reason. If it's anything like what happened with Laura this morning, you and I will be together at some point. He'll probably want us to put on a little show to set the mood. Can I tell you something? That's the part I'm most looking forward too. You're the sexiest thing on two legs. So, are we good?"

Sarah paused a bit for dramatic effect. "And it has to be with Morgan?" she asked. "That is what it's going to take to make you happy?"

Ellie laughed even harder. "You're going to be surprised," she said. "If you don't believe me, ask Laura. She just told me this morning that he was the best fuck she had ever had. Maybe the next time you'll be on your knees begging him all on your own just like I do. Besides, I'm going to do my very best to make you happy too. It's a skill that I find myself getting quite good at."

Again Sarah paused a bit for dramatic effect. "Okay," she finally said. "I'll do this. I'll get on my knees and beg him. If he wants, I'll stay down there with a smile on my face and make him very happy. I'll do anything he tells me all night. I'll even make myself get into it… one time… for you… on one condition."

That caused Ellie's smile to fade. "Condition?" she asked cautiously.

Sarah put the sexy pout on her face… the one that always, always, always worked. Well, it always worked with men anyway. "I've never been in a threesome before," she said. "It didn't work out with Alex. My experience with women is also very limited. Could you and I maybe get together first? Just the two of us? Maybe help me practice some moves so when Morgan tells me to do something, I'll actually know what to do? Please don't let me embarrass myself with him."

Well, that sure got Ellie's grin back. "I think I may be able to accommodate you," she teased. "I've been imagining this for days now. Tell me the truth. You've been thinking about it too."

Being able to blush on demand was a very good skill to have. Sarah knew full well what Ellie was getting at. "Are you really going to make me say it?" she asked shyly.

"No," Ellie said as she stepped up to her. "I'm not going to make you say it. I'm going to make you prove it. Morgan is going to want us to perform for him. He's really into that. That starts with getting each other naked… and that has to start with us making out."

For the second time today, Ellie's tongue was probing her mouth seeking hers. But this time Sarah knew what to do. Kissing your mark and selling that you were into it was a mandatory skill for a CIA Agent. She had kissed lots of men that she really didn't want to. This wasn't much different. Even the hand sliding up her shirt and playing with her chest wasn't at all uncommon. Most of the marks eventually got around to it. So their tongues danced for a long time.

Finally Ellie broke the kiss. "That was nice," she said. "You're a very good kisser. Before we go any further, I want a line of coke. How about you?"

"I don't want any coke," Sarah said firmly. "But I brought something better." She pulled the two pair of glasses out of her bag. Maybe this would be easy.

Ellie looked at them critically. "Those are Intersect glasses," she said. "Why would you have them?"

Sarah knew that this was the critical point in this assignment. If Ellie didn't buy this, she was in big trouble. "They're the same model of glasses," she said. "But they don't have the Intersect loaded on them. The CIA did some work on encoding subliminal arousal some years ago to assist in seduction missions. It really never made it into the field, because for it to be effective you have to get your mark to put on these glasses. That wouldn't work in an actual seduction assignment. But, Ellie, they are really amazing. Chuck and I use them when we want to play. The other night I think my orgasm lasted for an hour. It was so powerful that I couldn't walk right for the whole next day. Maybe we can wear them this first time… just to get over being nervous. We'll see how it goes after that. You're going to want your own pair to use with Morgan."

Ellie looked at them again. "You can go ahead," she said. "I'm not nervous."

Sarah shook her head. "It only works if both people wear them," she said. "Ellie, ask Chuck. You know how funny he is about playing with sex. But I think now he's an addict. He brings them to bed almost every night. Please just try them… for me."

Ellie's grin turned sly. "I'll tell you what," she said. "I'll give you a chance to talk me into it. Strip for me. Surely you're not nervous about that. Make it sexy."

Sarah was getting more concerned. She was now trapped. Hopefully Ellie could be talked into putting on the fucking glasses before she broke her promise to Chuck. But there was really nothing to do. Ellie was basically right. She couldn't claim to be nervous about stripping… not after the session with Quinn in Venezuela. So she put the grin back on her face. "Yes, ma'am," she said as she pulled her shirt over her head and held it shyly over her chest before letting it slide slowly to the floor. "You asked for sexy." Sarah turned slowly and wiggled her ass suggestively as she pealed off her pants. She bent at the waist to pick them up and toss them to the side. Then she smiled as she slid her panties down her long legs, kicked them to the side, and assumed the model's pose. "Was that good enough?"

Ellie very overtly checked out her naked form. It didn't take long for her to join Sarah in getting naked. Then they were quickly necking again… but this time Ellie was intentionally rubbing their bare chests together in a slow circular motion. Her hand had drifted between Sarah's legs and was rather skillfully stroking her.

"You really are the most beautiful woman in the world," Ellie said between kisses. "I watched your tape with Carina. You put on quite a show for her and the camera. Why don't you sit on the couch and put on that same show for me? That might set the mood quite nicely."

Sarah bristled. She made a mental note to quickly find out from Carina how anybody, but especially Ellie saw that fucking tape. Carina was unlikely to come out of that discussion with all of her teeth still intact. But that was tomorrow's problem. Right now, Sarah knew that she was still trapped. This had already gone much further than she planned. Maybe it was time to abort while she could still tell Chuck that she hadn't crossed the line they had drawn. "Okay," she finally said as she sat on the couch. "This is something I'm very good at."

It was true. Sarah was very, very good at this. She had a ton of practice. It had been a multiple time a night occurrence for that entire first year. Of course it wouldn't do this time to pretend it was Chuck's finger. So she just did what Ellie demanded. She slid her hand between her legs and began stroking herself. It only took a few minutes before she was moaning her orgasm.

Ellie took the seat next to her. "That was maybe the sexiest thing I've ever seen," she said with a grin. "You're right. You are very good at that. I just have one more task for you. Get on you knees and give me the same treatment you gave Carina. I'm really dying to compare your tongue to Laura's."

Suddenly it hit her. Ellie knew exactly what she was doing. She had watched the tape with Carina… and was following the same script. Ellie had used her lips, her body… and now even her own finger to reduce her resistance. If she climbed on her knees and did what Ellie was asking, her promise to Chuck, which was already hanging by a thread, was totally out the window. She wasn't breaking her promise to Chuck… even for Ellie. She was going to have to abort. They'd have to find another way to get Ellie to put on the glasses. But it was worth one last bluff. "Okay, sweetie," she said as she slid into position. "I told you I'd do whatever it took to make you happy. But if I'm going to do this we need to put on the glasses to maximize your enjoyment. Please don't let me lose a contest to Laura. I'll never hear the end of it."

Sarah put on a pair of glasses. She held the other pair out to Ellie. If this didn't work… Fortunately Ellie grinned. "You win," she said. "I won't let you lose to Laura. Your precious CIA went to all of this trouble to enhance my sex life. Let's see what they came up with."

As soon as Ellie put on the glasses, Sarah could hear the click. She had to react quickly to keep her from sliding helplessly to the floor. She sat on the couch next to her, blinked back the tears, and held her naked sister lovingly for a long, long, long time. "I'm sorry about faking the orgasm," she said softly, knowing that Ellie couldn't hear her. "I made a promise to Chuck that only he would ever witness my orgasms. Lucky for me convincingly faking an orgasm is a mandatory skill for a CIA Agent. You wouldn't believe how much they make you practice." Sarah felt the relief wash over her. They still had problems… huge fucking problems. But now at least they could scratch one off the list.

Ellie Bartowski was no longer an Intersect.

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