12/24/1995
Laura Cooksey
lcooksey@clark.net

Big time NC-17 warning on this one! You've got your male/male
sex, your power trips -- YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! I'm not
responsible if this story freaks you out or pisses you off. So 
there!

All X-Files characters (c) Ten-Thirteen, Chris Carter, and 20th 
Century Fox, and used without permission. No copyright 
infringement is intended. 

This story may be distributed freely, so long as no fee is charged 
and this header is preserved.

The author welcomes comments at her e-mail address. Flames will
collected and used to start fires, appropriately enough.

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              by Laura Cooksey

Part 2 of 2

     Mulder woke up slowly, aware of someone's mouth wrapped
around his penis. He was hard -- not uncomfortably so, but
just beginning to feel _really_ good. Her tongue was
stroking him just right, and he sighed. The sigh turned into
a shudder as she pulled on him in a long, slow suck that
started right at the base and slid up to the head, then he
was drawn back in as the motion was reversed. When her hand
cupped his scrotum and rolled one testicle slowly between
two fingers, he shuddered in pleasure and reached down to
stroke her hair.
     What he found was Walter Skinner's bald head.
     "Gaah!" Mulder exclaimed with a start, sliding out from
under his boss and half-cowering against the headboard. The
touch of the cold brass rails was almost painful on his bare
back, but he was too shocked to notice. It took him a moment
to remember that he was at Skinner's house, in Skinner's
bed, and that he'd let Skinner fuck him up the ass only a
few hours before. Skinner had thoroughly dominated him, and
he'd enjoyed it. Reacting this way didn't exactly fit into
the game plan of a dominant/submissive relationship, and
that scared him much worse than his initial fright. *Oh,
shit. What the hell is he going to do to me? And why am I
doing this? Why have I given myself up so quickly to his
control? God, I'm more fucked up than he is.*
     Skinner gazed up at him calmly, leaning on his crossed
forearms. "Now is that any way to express your appreciation,
Agent Mulder?" He was careful not to let on how amused he
was at the fear in Mulder's eyes. He knew that he would
never actually hurt Mulder during sex. But Mulder didn't. He
hadn't figured out the limits of the game yet, and Skinner
wasn't sure if he ought to tell him, or just let him find
the boundaries by himself.
     "I'm sorry, sir. You startled me." There was real fear
in that voice, enough that it worried the Assistant
Director.
     Skinner moved to kneel next to Mulder, one hand wrapped
around the top tube of the headboard, deliberately looming
over the more slender Mulder, looking down at him. "Mulder,
are you afraid of me?"
     "I think that's only prudent, sir."
     Skinner smiled slightly and reached out to cup the back of 
Mulderís head, painfully tugging a few of the hairs taut. He saw 
Mulder wince and stroked his cheek lightly with his thumb. "While 
youíre here, you are _mine_. But Iím not a sadist, Mulder. If I 
hurt you, you have to tell me so I can decide if I need to stop. 
If youíre having a real problem, if I push some sort of emotional 
button for you, you have to tell me. Understood?"
     Mulder looked at him in awe. How could any man hold
such an emotional grip on him that he could listen to what
he just heard and want to burst into tears. Why didn't he
feel disgusted with himself (more disgusted, anyway)? What
was it about Skinner that made him want to give up control
and just do whatever Skinner asked, whatever Skinner told
him to do?
     "Agent Mulder? Do you understand?"
     "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. I've got a lot of emotional
buttons." *Damn it, why is my voice choking up?*
     Skinner nodded knowingly. "Mulder, were you abused as a
child?" The wide-eyed look Mulder gave him answered the
question effectively. "Sexual abuse?"
     The whispered voice cracked. "No, sir."
     Skinner nodded again. "I've met a lot of people who're
working out some deep issues through games. Sometimes it's a
mess, but often it's a very healthy outlet." He paused,
waiting until Mulder's curiosity brought the younger man's
eyes up to meet his. "It is for me. Is it for you?"
     "I'm not sure, yet."
     Skinner grabbed Mulder by both shoulders and pulled him
into a hug as if it were the most natural thing in the world
for them to be sitting naked, in bed, holding one-another.
Mulder tensed reflexively, then rested his head on Skinner's
broad shoulder, feeling the other man's hairy chest rubbing
against his own more lightly furred one. He laughed weakly,
saying, "My father always said I grow up to be cocksucking
faggot."
     "Are you gay?"
     "No, sir. At least, that's what I'd have said if you'd
asked me this morning."
     "I'm sure Agent Scully would be a good judge."
     Mulder sat up, but didn't let go of Skinner. "Sir,
Agent Scully and I have never been intimate."
     Skinner thought about it, realized that Mulder was
totally sincere, and replied, "Then you either have
tremendous self-control, no guts, you're blind, or Scully
really is the Ice Queen."
     Mulder ducked his head and shrugged, smiling. Skinner
was stuck by how charming and vulnerable Mulder could look,
especially since he usually seemed so aloof, so in control.
He lifted Mulder's chin and leaned in close to kiss him.
     As they parted, he said, "You're a handsome man,
Mulder." The head ducked again, and Mulder shrugged, as if
to deny Skinner's words. Skinner grinned. *Oh, no, you
don't.* Lifting Mulder's chin again, he emphasized, "I said
you're a handsome man."
     Mulder looked extremely uncomfortable, but managed to
say, "Thank you, sir. I'm not very good at taking
compliments."
     Skinner reached out and cupped Mulder's face in his
large hand. "That'll just have to be part of my job as your
top, Mulder -- getting you used to compliments."
     "Yes, sir," Mulder said, and this time he didn't look
away.
     Sliding down on the bed, Skinner put his hands behind
his head and stretched. "Massage my chest."
     "Yes, sir." Mulder sat beside the AD and did as he'd
been told, working on Skinner's shoulders and abdomen as
well, and massaging his arms and hands. He felt oddly safe,
here, and thought perhaps his boss had fallen asleep, until
he took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
     "Thank you, Mulder."
     "You're welcome, sir. Would you like me to do anything
else?"
     "Well, now that you mention it, yes." He sat up and
motioned for Mulder to first get up, then to kneel beside
the bed. Skinner slid far forward, putting his quiescent
genitals right in Mulder's face. Mulder swallowed and
reached out tentatively for him, but Skinner added, "No
hands."
     Mulder balked for a few seconds as a thrill ran through
him. *Oh, God, I'm going to do this, aren't I? I'm really
going to go down on him.* "I don't know if I can."
     "Of course you can," Skinner said, stroking Mulder's
soft brown hair with a gentle intensity that made Mulder
wonder how many men had thrown themselves in the line of
fire for this man in Vietnam. Skinner smiled at him and
leaned back on the bed, settling himself comfortably on the
mattress.
     Mulder placed his hands halfway up Skinner's thighs and
kept leaning forward until he couldn't even focus on the
soft pink flesh, then closed his eyes and opened his mouth a
little, feeling silky skin touch his lips. His own penis
began to twitch in response to his movements as he ran his
lips along Skinner's organ, exploring from the curls that
tickled his nose at one end to the drop of pre-ejaculate at
the other. With a shiver, he used his lips and tongue to
lift the glans into his mouth.
     Skinner let his breath out in a loud sigh and placed
his hands over Mulder's for a few seconds before taking his
face in both hands. Mulder's movements hesitated for a
couple of seconds, then his tongue resumed tracing the
contours of Skinner's engorging flesh as he sucked on it.
     Mulder was both fascinated and repulsed as he felt
Skinner growing longer and harder in his mouth. His own
penis responded eagerly in echo to the effect he was having
on the older man, aching to be stroked and caressed,
yearning to be somewhere tight and wet. Skinner's fingers
twined in his hair scared the shit out of him, despite the
fact that the grip was light, and Skinner had made no
movement to force himself deeper into Mulder's mouth.
Another drop of fluid coated his tongue and Mulder closed
his eyes tighter, feeling a tear trickle down his face as
his father's accusations whispered in the back of his mind.
     "Don't stop, Fox," Skinner sighed. "You're doing very
well." He let go of Mulder's head, not wanting to frighten
him too badly this first time, letting his hands rest on
Mulder's again. He felt Mulder repeat the move that he'd
used in waking the younger man earlier: pulling far back,
then sliding forward all the way to put his lips at the
base. Apparently that was a little too much, because he
gagged and released Skinner, coughing.
     "Sorry, sir." A few seconds hesitation. "Do you want me
to continue?"
     Skinner sat up and motioned for Mulder to climb back
into the bed, saying, "No, that was fine, Mulder, for your
first time. Especially for your first time. I'm sure you'll
get better with more practice."
     An eager grin. "Thank you, sir."
     Skinner climbed half-way on top of Mulder, stradling
one leg, letting their balls and erections touch, pulling
the taller man into a kiss. He reached down and cupped one
hand under Mulder's penis so he could guide his thrusts to
ensure that they stroked across each other. Mulder moaned
and bucked, startled by the sensation. "Easy."
     "Yes, sir. Sorry."
     "Roll over," Skinner ordered. Mulder nodded and turned
away, shuddering when he heard Skinner putting on one of the
latex gloves and opening the bottle of lubricant. He put a
slick fingertip onto the ring of muscle, rubbing in a gentle
circle. "Are you tender?"
     "No, sir." Shakily.
     "Come on, Mulder."
     "Just a little."
     Skinner applied a little more lubricant and pushed his
finger gently into Mulder. "Is it okay if I keep going? I
don't want to make you too sore." He slid the finger in and
out, rubbing the fingertip along Mulder's prostrate.
     "I'm okay, sir." A long low groan as he squirmed.
     "Tell me you want it."
     Swallow. "I want it."
     "Tell me what you want."
     A shaky breath. "I want..., I want you to...." He
closed his eyes for several seconds, gathering up his
courage. He'd faced down mutants, serial killers, alien
shapeshifters, and nothing -- nothing -- had ever frightened
him as much as this look into his own soul. "I want you to
fuck me."
     "No. Try again."
     Mulder looked back over his shoulder, confused. "I'm
sorry, sir. I don't understand."
     "Don't tell me what you think I want to hear. Tell me
what _you_ want."
     He bit his lip and looked away, but Skinner touched his
chin and forced him to look back. "I want you to make love
to me," Mulder whispered, feeling his cheeks burn, his
throat tighten. *What if he says no? I've bared my soul to
him. What if he laughs at me?* Mulder held his breath as
Skinner stared at him calmly, revealing nothing.
     Then Skinner smiled. When he saw the relief on Mulder's
face, he smiled even more broadly and pulled the slender man
into his arms, stroking the smooth back and ass, kissing him
long and hard and deep. "I want to make love to you, Mulder.
I want to take you and own you, for just a little while. I
want to feel your whole body tense right before you come,
and feel you let go."
     Mulder's eyes were huge, beautifully dark. Licking his
lips, he joked, "Can I use that speech?" After Skinner
laughed, he added, "I didn't know you felt that way, sir."
     "I didn't either. Not really. I've always thought very
highly of you, Mulder, even when your attention turned to
the X-Files. And when you started attracting the attention
of those hostile to your cause, I began to worry about you
and Scully. If you won't take care of yourself for yourself,
do it for Scully. Do it for me."
     "I'll try, sir. I'd like to promise more, but I really
can't. I'm sorry."
     "That's a good try, Mulder. We'll go with that, for
now." He kissed him again, rolling Mulder onto his back,
then lifting himself up onto his knees and rolling on a
condom. He handed the bottle of lube to Mulder and watched
patiently as Mulder applied the fluid to the rigid member
that would soon enter his body.
     When Mulder tried to turn over, Skinner stopped him and
grabbed Mulder's legs by the ankles, one on either side of
him. He lifted both legs, and pushed them back until the
small, tight ass was bared. "We're going to do it face-to-
face, this time." Placing the tip of his penis into the
center of Mulder's anus, he pushed, and was enveloped.
Mulder's long legs caressed his sides as he pumped his way
slowly home, burying his length in the younger man's body.
     Skinner pushed himself up on his powerful arms and
started thrusting, long, slow strokes again. Mulder cried
out his pleasure and threw his head back, feeling the motion
deep inside. Propping himself up on one arm, Skinner grabbed
Mulder's right hand and placed a condom that he had opened
into it, guided it between their bodies. Mulder slid the
condom on and squeezed some lube into his right palm as
Skinner smiled down at him.
     As Skinner closed his eyes and kept up the maddeningly
slow rhythm, Mulder tried to match it. If he speeded up,
Skinner slowed down. But if Skinner increased the pace, he
allowed Mulder to keep up. Mulder forced open his eyes just
before he came, seeing Skinner looking down at him, his face
tight with the tension of sex. He heard the wet sounds of
being penetrated, flesh slapping flesh, flesh stroking
flesh. He could smell Skinner's sweat, could feel how slick
their bodies had become.
     He touched himself just so, finally, and came in a
torrent, his ass constricting around Skinner with each pulse
of his orgasm. Skinner grunted, and moved faster, the
sensation making Mulder cry out sharply, beyond words.
Skinner pulled Mulder awkwardly up into a kiss, muffling his
own low groans as he came, too.  He kept moving for several
seconds, finally shuddering to a stop, gasping for air,
releasing Mulder, pulling out before collapsing on top of
him.
     They kissed a final time before Skinner cleaned them
both up and pulled Mulder into his embrace once more. "Get
some sleep, Mulder. We've both got to be at work tomorrow."
     "Yes, sir. Goodnight, sir." More quietly. "Thank you."
     A large hand ruffled his hair playfully. "My pleasure,
Agent Mulder."

                             **********

     "So, Mulder, how'd dinner with the boss go?"
     "It was interesting, Scully. We might even have dinner
again sometime. He's a fascinating man, when he's not
preoccupied with work. And I certainly feel like I
understand where he's coming from, now." Mulder gave her his
most innocent smile and concluded with, "You ought to try to
get yourself invited over some night. I'm sure you'd enjoy
it."

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