Fresh Start Series by DiAnn Fresh Start - Part 4 Rating: NC17 - SLASH/ language/ BDSM/ Violence Category: Pure Trash / Discipline / m/m Slash Warning: Scully/ Mulder/ Skinner Slash/Threesome Very explicit sex and severe discipline. If you don't like this kind of thing, or you are underage, go somewhere else . . . Please! I don't want to hear from you and I don't want to hear from your Mama. Spoiler: Very little. Summary: Mulder works on a case for VCS, and learns just how seriously Skinner takes his job as Master. Part 4 of a series. Denial Warning: In this story Krycek has two arms. I am in as much denial about the loss of that arm as I am that Scully would leave her partner to die in a Florida hallway while she delivered some miracle baby who only gave its mother two minutes worth of labor. Some possibilities are just too extreme and don't deserve recognition. Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will, own Mulder, Scully, Skinner or anyone else from the X-Files. I am borrowing them without permission and am obviously not receiving money for this stuff. We all know who they really belong to, CC, Fox and lots of other people but again, not me. Fresh Start - Part 4 By: DiAnn Their House Suburbs of D.C. "I am quite certain," Scully 's little pink tongue left a warm moist trail on his fevered skin, "it's an for ." Her small soft hand pressed just a little harder on his upper thigh, pushing it another millimeter down against the mattress. She licked the raised scar on the crease between his left thigh and groin once more and then moved a little farther to her left to lap at his overly sensitized testicles. Mulder gasped for air as Skinner released him mouth from a long passionate kiss. "How many times do we have to go over this, Dana. It's an for ." He moved down to take one of his sub's nipples into his mouth and was gratified to hear Mulder moan low in his throat as the little nub hardened instantly. "We go over this, Walter, until you admit that it stands for ." She ran her tongue up the vein behind his engorged shaft and felt Mulder tremble from her efforts. "I put that brand on him, so I should know what it means, Dana. That very clearly stands for Property of Walter S. Skinner." He licked his way across the broad muscular chest under him and bite the other throbbing nipple. "Don't forget Fox, you don't have permission to come. You have to wait." Mulder shuddered hard as Scully took him completely into her hot wet mouth. Skinner again claimed his slave's luscious lips swallowing the whimper that escaped on the heated breath. Without warning, Mulder found himself flipped over so that his body was covering Scully's firm little frame. He hadn't even realized they had changed positions. Talk about missing time. He immediately lifted himself up on his trembling arms. He did not want to crush his beautiful Scully. He felt Skinner behind him, the big rough hands running from his shoulders to his buttocks, leaving a trail of gooseflesh, pure lust and fear. Mulder felt the familiar wave of panic, waiting for Skinner to make his next move. "Pl...please...don't...don't..." Skinner's slick fingers slipped easily inside him while Scully pulled his head down to devour his trembling mouth, nipping lustfully at his kiss swollen bottom lip. He was almost certain that he would die from an overload of sensation at any moment. Almost wished he would. The probing finger left him and moved around to grasp his swollen cock, placing it against the hot tight portal waiting beneath him. He cried out with overwhelming pleasure as his throbbing member slipped into what he considered to be his personal heaven on earth. Scully. As he pulled back to thrust in again, he felt himself impaled on Skinner's waiting cock and gasped in momentary dismay. One firm smooth glide and Mulder was filled to the hilt. He momentarily struggled against the sensation, then succumbed to lust and passion as Skinner's groin was seated flush against his own firm butt. He thrust back down into Scully, - hot, wet, wonderful - pulled back only to be met with the hard flesh of Skinner - hot, thick, demanding - in and out- up and down- swallowed whole on one side and then penetrated completely on the other. Mulder's breath was coming in short little pants now. His endurance at it's limit. Could not come! Not allowed to come! Have to wait! Wait for permission! In and out. Up and down. Up - into the man who would possess him totally and then back down - into the woman who already owned him. "Pl...please." A plea, a prayer, an appeal for mercy. He stuttered out another mournful whimper and this time was rewarded with a whisper in his right ear. "Now, Fox. Come for us now, our Beautiful Fox." And he did. Intense, amazing, almost painful. He heard Skinner and Scully both yelling his name as they too took a small piece of paradise from his body. And then he was falling. Falling fast and hard. His last thought was of Scully. He could not crush Scully. Mulder had finally opened his eyes only to groan and shut them again. Scully leaned up on her elbow and looked down at her two sated, sweaty, breathless men, lying lethargically on the rumpled sheets. Both so beautiful. "Bathtub!" "Jeep Scully," Mulder mumbled, "I swear you love that tub more than you love me." "Ah-ha!" Skinner growled close to his sensitive ear, "So you finally believe that we love you? It's about time!" "I Want to Believe." Mulder rolled out of bed quickly to avoid the two smacking hands that were aimed at him by both of his groaning lovers. He had to admit the tub did feel wonderful. Mulder slid down in the fragrant hot water and felt every muscle in his body instantly turn to mush. He sniffed the bubbles, "What is this stuff?" "Sandlewood." Scully purred from her little corner of heaven. "I appreciate that, Dana," Skinner said, "That lavender stuff you used last time had the Director looking at me in a whole new way." "That's not new, Walter," Mulder grinned, "He has always looked at you like that. You might want to consider it. Lay your way to the top with half the hours and twice the fringe benefits." "Very funny, Mulder. By the way, I've been meaning to ask you, are you concerned about the VCS case you've been assigned to next week? I know how you hate profiling." Skinner voice drifted to him as if from a heavy fog. "Hum-m-m? Oh yeah, I'm not looking forward to working with those guys again. Give me a good old alien invasion any time. A lot less scary, if you ask me." Then his mood turned serious, "I just wish they had called me in before so many people had died. Seventeen men and women, Walter, all from the Maryland, Virginia and D.C. area, no recognizable cause of death and a lot more missing. Nothing to link them together except they were all highly trained professionals in one field or another." Well, I'm sure you will figure it out. You always do. Just don't pull any of your old tricks this time. Things have changed, you belong to me now. Don't forget that. Spanking isn't my favorite way to spend quality time with you but I won't hesitate if you give me reason." "Yes, Sir. I understand." Mulder sighed, "Uh...can we change the subject now? I have something I'd like to talk about." "Sure, what's on your mind?" Skinner looked at the handsome young man expectantly. Mulder's selection of subject matter was usually entertaining if not downright startling. "Well, I've been thinking about you saying we would have to wait until next summer to put in a pool." "Yes, I cashed in several securities to buy this house. I didn't want to leave a paper trail with a mortgage. I would like to build up my assets a little before we think about making that kind of investment." "Yeah, well I was wondering. I mean, I know this is your house and all but . . . " "It's house, Mulder. I thought I made that clear. Our House. Yours, mine and Dana's. We're together now. I'll never let you go, Mulder." "Well since you feel that way . . . you see . . . I just received an interest check from some of my investments and I was wondering if you would let me give it to you for the pool?" Skinner was deeply touched, "That's a great idea, Mulder. We could start a special fund. Whenever one of us gets a few extra dollars, we put it in there and have our pool in no time." Mulder smiled from ear to ear, "That's great! You just don't know what this means to me. I'll go get the check right now!" "Wait! You don't have to . . . " But Mulder was already out of the tub, leaving a path of fragrant bubbles trailing out of the bathroom. Skinner looked over at Scully, a big stupid grin all over his face. "Isn't he cute?" "Yeah, adorable." She rolled her eyes at the big bad - hopelessly smitten - Dom, "So you think Mulder's little contribution will start our fund, huh?" "Be nice, Scully! I'm just glad that Mulder is starting to feel like this is a real home to him and that he wants to contribute in this way." "Walter, have you ever really thought about Mulder and money? I mean the growing up on Martha's Vineyard, summer houses, designer suits, and all those courtly manners of his. Doesn't that just shout Saturday afternoon Cotillions at to you?" "What are you saying, Scully?" "What I'm saying is . . . " Mulder came running back into the bathroom holding an envelope above his head. "I brought last months check instead, it was a little bigger." He stopped abruptly, "Hey, maybe it will take more than one. I'll go get another." "Mulder, get back in the tub." Skinner smiled as he dried his hands on a nearby towel. "You don't need to give all of your money to us. This will be a fine start, I'm sure." Mulder looked like a kid who had just gotten exactly what he wanted for Christmas. He slid back down in the tub and proudly handed Skinner his contribution to the pool fund. Skinner opened the envelope and immediately began to choke, "What the hell! . . . Lord have mercy! . . . Mulder! . . . What the . . . .Holy Shit!" Scully smirked at him, "Problem, Walter?" "He . . . this . . . shit! . . . This check is for $186, 489.74 and it's dated two months ago. Damn it, Fox, how many of these do you have laying around this house?" Mulder looked at him in wide-eyed confusion, "Well, I don't know . . . one or two . . . I . . . didn't need the money so I kept them here . . . I was hoping you would decide to let me help with the expense of the house, but you never asked and I didn't want to intrude . . . you know, in case you wanted to dump me . . . I didn't want you to feel you were obligated to me or anything . . . so I . . . I just never bothered to . . . " Skinner took a deep calming breath, "Mulder, you know that our Dom/sub relationship does not apply to your finances. I bought this house because I wanted it for us. I wanted us to be a family. What I'm saying is, this is not about our relationship. But, I would like it very much if you would trust me enough to tell me how much money you have." "I don't know. A few million, I guess. But if you want it, you can have it. My Mom has plenty of her own and I really don't need it for anything." "Mulder! I don't want your money. How could you think such a thing! And what do you mean you don't know how much you have? Who takes care of it? Who sends you these checks?" "A friend of Dad's. He always took care of the money for the family." "And do you ever talk to him? Check up on him?" "No, I never liked him much." Scully smirked at her speechless boss. "I can't image why you are so surprised, Walter. He doesn't care a thing about money. Only people with money have that luxury." "But he lives in that dumpy little apartment. I always assumed he did that to save on rent so he could have the expensive suits. I never . . . " Skinner still couldn't quite wrap his mind around this new development. Just when he thought he knew all there was to know about Mulder, something would happen to prove to him that he didn't know this complex man at all. "I don't pay rent on the apartment, Sir." "What? Are you telling me you bought that rathole of an apartment?" Scully giggled, "No, Walter. He bought the whole rathole of a building." "What! Why?" Mulder flushed scarlet, "After Mr. X was killed in my hallway, he smeared blood all over the place and well, the owner got a little irate and I didn't want to have to move, so . . . " "Think about it, Walter," Scully was enjoying herself immensely, "leaking waterbeds, shotgun blast to the guy upstairs, not to mention what was it, Mulder, eleven new doors last year? Anyone else would have been living in a box on the street by now." Skinner took a another deep breath, "So this guy, that you never see and don't really like, takes care of your money and you get an interest check once a month. What do you do with them?" "Uh . . . more than once a month, Sir." He watched his boss' face pale to an astonishing shade of white, "I usually put them in the bank or something. I have a few in my desk drawer, here at home, right now." Scully actually giggled, "He keeps his payroll checks in his desk drawer at work." Skinner looked a little green now. "Sir, are you all right?" Mulder was beginning to get concerned. "Yeah . . . Yeah, I'm fine. Mulder, you do dangerous work. What happens to your money if you should . . . should . . . well, you know, if something should happen to you. Please tell me you have taken steps to insure that your money doesn't just disappear with this accountant or whatever he is." "Oh sure, I took care of that." Mulder beamed proudly, "Scully gets it." Skinner looked over at a smug, smiling Dana Scully. "You knew about this?" "Not really," Scully could not get the smirk to leave her face. "I mean, I don't know exact figures or anything. I was always so busy keeping him alive, I didn't have time to think about his money. I suppose I always suspected that I would inherit more than a tank full of dead fish but . . ." "Well hell, Mulder, no wonder she shot you!" Scully raised an eyebrow at him, "Are you insinuating, Sir, that I should spend more time on the practice range. I assure you my aim is excellent. I'm just not tired of him yet." "Very funny, Scully." Mulder glared at his partner, who was not helping him in the least at the moment. He just did not see what the fascination was with money. It certainly couldn't buy happiness. His family was testimony to that. "Yes, I thought it was rather clever myself." She actually giggled again, earning her another startled look from both her companions. Skinner held up a trembling hand, "Please, can you just quiet down for a minute? Mulder, I do know something about money management and investments. How would you feel if I just took a look at things for you. Made sure you weren't being cheated. If you don't feel comfortable with that, just say the word, and we won't ever discuss it again." "That's fine, Walter. Whatever you want. But . . . uh . . . there is one thing." "What's that, Mulder?" Skinner's voice still sounded shaky to his own ears. "Can we still get the pool?" * * * Hoover Building Assistant Director Skinner's Office As Mulder and Scully entered his office, Walter felt a smile coming to his lips. He had missed them. Missed them badly. Their house seemed too big and quiet without the two of them underfoot. Only a week and it had seemed like a month. And, not that Mulder would care, but the AD had made some very sound investments for him and he was going to show a very substantial return on his money this month. Skinner couldn't remember the last time he had this much fun. He had always been good with the stock market but had never gotten a chance to play with such large quantities of money before. His beautiful little sub was loaded. The smile soon faded from his face, something was wrong. Scully would not meet his eyes and Mulder was still standing facing the door where he had turned to close it. "Is there a problem, Agents?" He had not taken his eyes off Mulder's Armani covered back. He saw the wide shoulders heave with a sigh and then his agent turned to look at him - out of one hazel eye. The other was almost completely swollen shut and surrounded by a rainbow of black, blue and yellow. "What the hell happened to your face?" The agent put up one hand in a halting motion, "I refuse to discuss this." He walked over and sat down in the chair next to his partner. "This is my business and I will handle it. Could we just get on with our case report now?" Complete silence. When he chanced to glance up at his supervisor with his good eye, the sight made him swallow hard. The big man was staring at him like he had lost what little was left of his mind and the AD had very little sympathy for such a small loss. "Agent Scully would you like to enlighten me," Skinner snarled, never taking his eyes off his errant male subordinate. "Since Agent Mulder seems to have forgotten all his hard learned lessons of late." "ASAC Richards hit him." "Scul-l-l-l-l-y!" "Mulder, you may have promised him that you would not file a report. I did not. He should not have struck you." Skinner finally released Mulder's eyes from his scathing stare and turned to his other agent. "Why did Richards feel the need to attack Agent Mulder?" "He did not agree with his profile, Sir." Mulder jumped to his feet. "We are getting completely off the subject here! We need to discuss the progress on this case and get back out there before another person turns up missing! This little incident between Richards and myself is over and done with. End of discussion!" "Agent Mulder, sit down! I would advise you to reconsider your approach to this . As you know, I have a very low tolerance for this type of behavior, especially from you." Mulder dropped back in his chair, bottom lip in a full pout and glaring at his boss. "It's my decision whether to pursue a complaint against Richards, not yours." In a heartbeat, Mulder's expressive face went from sulk to wide-eyed fear as the AD sprang from his desk and stalked around to face him. "Position 1, Fox." Mulder felt white hot rage rise up inside him, "What? No!" "Excuse me. I'm sure I didn't hear you correctly." "We . . . we're discussing a case. Just because you have something up your ass today doesn't mean you can take it out on me, sub or no sub. I'm an equal here at work." "Is that right? Something up my ass, huh? Let me tell you, Young Man, you are what you are, here, home or in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue. A brilliant agent, a beautiful man and most importantly - all MINE. Now, do you do as I say or does this just get uglier?" Mulder spared one more glare for his tormentor and then dropped to his knees and knelt back on his heels, back straight, knees widely spread, head bowed. Skinner stared at him for a moment. How could anyone exhibit that much rebellion in such an open and subservient position. The body, that should have been displaying compliance, was as rigid and tense as a tightly coiled spring, the hands with the palms facing Skinner were just itching to ball into fists at any moment and the jaw of the bowed head was locked and twitching with an angry tick. Not anyone's idea of a perfect little slave by any stretch of the imagination. "Agent Scully, please tell me exactly what happened?" She was lovingly running her fingers through the thick dark hair of the man kneeling so close to her feet. He just kept getting into trouble today. "ASAC Richards wanted Agent Mulder to change his profile. When Mulder refused and continued to argue his theory, Richards became enraged and lashed out, striking Agent Mulder in the face." "Did he apologize later?" "He did not. He is at this moment having someone retype Agent Mulder's profile to fit his own hypotheses." "Scul-l-l-l-l-y!" The moment it left his mouth, Mulder knew it was a mistake. He heard a drawer open and then slam shut, heavy footsteps coming toward him. Shit! Scully's hand had stopped its gentle motion in his hair and he himself had, for all intents and purposes, stopped breathing. Almost immediately, he felt himself dragged up and pulled over the knees of his Dom, who was now seated on the corner of his own desk. He flipped the tail of the suit jacket high up on Mulder's back and then carefully began to smooth out the expensive fabric of the agent dress slacks. He pulled the lightweight fabric tightly across each rounded cheek and tucked it carefully into the valley between. Mulder had expected to be bared immediately. This was worse in some ways. He felt violated and exposed with his ass so blatantly displayed within the usually protective confines of his standard business suit. Scully was mesmerized by the sight of her partner's gorgeous backside. How many times had she tried to catch just one tantalizing glimpse of that ass in those very pants? He had no idea where her eyes had invariably strayed as he ran, or bent or a sudden breeze caught the end of the jacket just so. And now here it was, so . . . so . . . Agent Scully! Are you still with me?" "Oh sorry, Sir. I didn't hear the question." "Obviously. I said did Agent Mulder do anything to provoke the attack?" "No Sir, he did not. He seems highly motivated to go by the book this time, Sir." She fought to keep the smile off her face. Skinner had one big hand on the small of Mulder's back and the other lying possessively on the back of the agent's right thigh. The sensation of intense heat from that hand was going straight to Mulder's groin. It was distracting, making him lose the gist of the conversation taking place behind him. "And why was it decided that this would be omitted from your report, Agent Scully?" With a sinking heart, Mulder felt Skinner reach under him and fumble with his belt buckle, then his pants and boxers were being pushed below his ass, cool air washed over this newly exposed skin and he shivered. A throat cleared, "Do you need that question repeated also, Agent Scully?" "Huh? Oh! Oh yes, I'm sorry, Sir, I do. What was the question?" Skinner sighed heavily, "Try to stay with me here, Agent. You were not going to tell me about this attack on one of my best agents. Why is that?" "It wasn't her fault!" Mulder yelled, "Richards was frustrated and lost it for a minute, that's all there was to it. My eye is fine. Scully wanted to tell you but I just didn't think it was that big of a deal." A big hand flashed down and slapped bare skin with an ringing crack. Mulder yelped in surprise and then bit down on his lower lip to stop any further outbursts. "That's for the attitude. Let me ask you this, Fox, what frustrated a Special Agent in Charge to the point that he took a swing at the bureau's top profiler. A profiler that I was good enough to loan him and that he, himself, requested?" "I did, Sir. I frustrated him. I should have seen that he was on the edge and approached my arguments in a more tactful manner." "Is that true, Scully?" "No, Sir. Mulder was adamant about his work but he did not present his ideas in any way that could have been construed as rude or unprofessional." "Scul-l-l-l-l-y!" The big hand came down again leaving a bright patch of burning pain on the naked bottom. "That one was for thinking everything that happens is your fault." The hand flashed down with two more scalding smacks. "And those are for lying to me." "Ouch! I did !" "Were you going to file a report about SAC Richards conduct?" "No. You didn't need to know." "That is a lie by omission, Fox." A sharp smack, "Don't try that again. If it concerns you, it most certainly my business. I am going to bring Richards up on charges of misconduct on your behalf." Mulder just dropped his head down to his folded arms and moaned. "Now I think you need a little reminder of who is in charge here, Fox. Since you are so interested in what is up my ass today, I am going to put something up yours." Mulder twisted his head around to see his boss holding a very small butt plug. He was sure that in just a few minutes it would no longer seem so small to him. "Please Sir, that isn't necessary." "Be quiet, Fox! If you continue to misbehave, I will use a bigger plug. I'm sure you don't want that. You will not speak again unless I ask you a direct question. Is that understood?" "Yes, Sir." Mulder laid his head back down, with an air or total resignation. "Position 6, Fox." Mulder groaned once more but immediately reached around and placing both of his hands on his own backside he pulled his cheeks widely apart to fully reveal the tight opening hidden there. He hated being forced to expose himself in this manner and Skinner knew it. A cold slick finger invaded him and he gasped and wiggled. The finger was soon replaced with the hard tip of the plug. "Hold still, Fox." The plug was pushed in very, very slowly. Although it was little consolation, he had been correct, what has seemed insignificant in size only moments ago now felt huge. Mulder felt Skinner's finger running around the little ring of stretched muscle leaving another coat of lube. "Quite a bit more to go, Fox." And the plug continued its journey up inside him. He felt perspiration break out on his face and breathed in short fast pants as the tightly stretched muscle accommodated the little intruder. Again the play of slick fingers on the burning opening. "Not much more to go now. Keep yourself exposed for me." Mulder renewed the efforts of his hands pulling himself open and held his breath as the plug was pushed the rest of the way in. He felt full and stretched. Skinner batted his hands away and the plug nestled itself snugly between his slap pinkened cheeks. "How . . . how long do I have to wear this thing?" "Damn it Mulder, you did not have permission to speak! " A hard slap landed right on the spot where the end of the plug was visible, making Mulder jump and yelp. "You are by far, the worst behaved slave any man could ask for. You wear it until I think you've learned your lesson." Another sharp smack to pink tinged skin, "Now get up and go sit by your partner. I have a phone call to make." Mulder adjusted his clothing and then red faced, gingerly sat down in his chair. It took considerable squirming before he found a positon that was even remotely comfortable. Mulder winced as Assistant Director Skinner chewed out SAC Michael Richards, as only Skinner could. By the time the irate AD had finished with the man, Richards had been given a three week unpaid suspension and told to report directly to the AD's office upon his return to work. "Mulder, you are now acting ASAC on this case." He ignored his agent's groan. "Call a meeting with your new team, use your profile and get this case solved. And, Mulder, put an ice pack on that eye.' He looked over at Scully, "See that he does." "Yes, Sir." "I will be home at seven sharp tonight, I expect you two to be there, case or no case. You both look like you need at least one night of rest." He saw Mulder start to protest and held up his hand to stop him. "If you behave for the rest of the day, I may forget about the paddling I plan to give you tonight before bed. Understood?" Mulder nodded miserably. "Good. Dismissed, Agents." He stopped his defiant sub before he opened the door, "Mulder," the agent turned back with that kicked puppy look firmly in place. "Yes, Sir." A tone to the voice. "Two hours. You can take my little party favor out at 4:00. It was going to be 3:00 but I don't like that attitude, Boy." "Yes, Sir." Mulder turned and hurried out of his office, a new stiffness to his usual graceful stride. * * * Hoover Building X-Files Office Mulder threw himself down in the chair behind his desk and immediately regretted the impulsive move. He managed to ignore Scully's smile as he wiggled around until he was relatively comfortable. "You shouldn't have told him, Scully. You know Skinner always overreacts and this is really going to piss Richards off. We always end up working with these guys again." "Oh come on, Mulder. Skinner goes ballistic if you don't eat all your broccoli, you really thought he was not going to notice that you only had one eye left?" "I think I could have kept the conversation on something else." "Yeah right, Delusional Boy." She bent down to kiss the top of his dark head, "Let's go meet with your team and then I have a dental appointment this afternoon. And, please don't be late getting home. I have some other very specific ideas," she took a moment to leer at him suggestively, "of how to spend our free evening together, that do not include watching you having a close encounter with Skinner's paddle." She turned to leave, then stopped to look over her shoulder at him, "I'll go get that ice pack and meet you in the conference room. Do you want me to see if I can find a pillow, too?" Mulder ignored her, then rose to gather what he would need to meet with the VCS team. They were not going to be happy about the change in leadership. He used this last solitary opportunity to wiggle and squirm trying desperately to adjust the irritating little plug in his body before a long afternoon of sitting in meetings. It was useless. Butt plugs were, in general, just damned uncomfortable office wear. Despite the annoying little accessory that had been inserted between the cheeks of his backside, Mulder soon became absorbed in the team meeting. Calling a break at precisely 4:00, much to Scully's amusement and the other agents amazement, he made his way to the bathroom to remove Skinner's insidious little toy. After that, the meeting went much better for the newly appointed ASAC and considerable progress was made in solving the case. Using his profile, he made suggestions and assignments for tomorrow's work and at 6:15, walked back down to his basement sanctuary. He took a few minutes to check the answering machine messages at his old apartment. There were several brusk comments, from irate tenants at his building, complaining because they actually had to pay rent now. And there was one from SAC Richards telling him, in no uncertain terms, what he thought about fellow agents who went back on their word and ratted out other officers. Mulder sighed, what was he supposed to say to Richards? Yeah, that should take care of the problem. Mulder put the Richards situation aside for the moment and again read through his case file. He needed to figure out who was abducting those people and why. When he finally looked at his watch, he was surprised to find that he would now have to hurry to be home on time to meet Skinner's deadline. Just as he was ready to leave, the phone rang. He thought about not answering it but decided it might be Skinner. No need to provoke the man any further today. "Mulder." "Mulder, if you want to find out what happened to those missing people, meet me in the alley at 43nd and Grant in fifteen minutes ." "Krycek!" The line was dead. Mulder stared a the phone in his hand for a few moments. He had to go, people were vanishing and there were no leads. Skinner would understand. He dialed upstairs to his boss' office but got his voice mail. The man would pick today to leave at a decent hour. He dialed his Master's cell and got an out of service message. Damn! He called home. No one answered. Scully must not have gotten home yet. Shit! Here he was trying his best not to ditch anybody and they were not cooperating at all. He would just have to try later. * * * 43rd & Grant Street One Hour Later Mulder looked at his watch one more time. He had tried to call Skinner but found he had forgotten to charge his own cell phone again. And so far Krycek was a no show. Mulder was waiting around now just on the off chance the double crossing double agent would show up so he could kill him. He looked down the dirty smelly alley for the hundredth time. Why couldn't Krycek want to meet in a nice coffee shop or even a respectable yuppie bar? Why did it always have to be the dirtiest, most garbage ridden alleys in the city? Because rats like filthy alleys, Mulder. It was now 8:06 and Mulder had no doubt that he was a dead man. Skinner was probably home right now thinking up all kinds of new and unusual punishments for quote - the worst behaved slave any man could ask for - unquote. That had really hurt. It wasn't easy being a sub, Skinner had no idea. Mulder did try, he really did. He wanted to make Skinner happy and proud of him, it was just that real life always seemed to get in the way. He gasped as he suddenly found himself slammed against the grimy brick wall behind him and held there, a strong hard body pressed against the front of him; the muscular thigh planted firmly between his legs practically lifting him off the ground. He struggled fruitlessly for a few minutes and then just relaxed. He glared into the bright green eyes of him enemy now so close to his own. "You know, Mulder, I still can't figure out how you stay alive. I call you, tell you where to be and when and - there you are - right on time, right where you're supposed to be," the double agent raised one finger and placed it in the middle of Mulder's forehead, "Nice little target painted right here. Naive is most certainly charming but hardly safe." Mulder fought again, hissing and spitting like an angry alley cat, "Let me go, you Son-of-Bitch. You're late!" "What's the matter Mulder, afraid your Big Daddy might spank you? I thought you liked that kind of thing." Krycek leaned forward and covered Mulder's lips with his own, his tongue delving inside before the agent knew what was happening. Mulder tried to bite him but found his jaw held in a grip of steel. Not hurting him but allowing no escape from the ravishment of his mouth. When Krycek finally pulled back both men were gasping for air and Mulder's eyes were shooting green sparks that Krycek found very attractive. "So Straight Boy, how do you like being the pretty little sex toy of the big tough Assistant Director?" Mulder blushed furiously, "Did you call me out here to talk about my sex life, Krycek? What the hell do you want anyway? You said you knew about my case. Do you know anything or not?" Krycek looked into the furious hazel eyes and sighed, "Yeah, I know what's happening to those people. I'm going to let you loose now but if you take a swing at me, I swear I'll make those little spankings Skinner gives you look like nursery school." "Will you stop talking about Skinner!" "Oh-h-h, touchy aren't you?" Krycek reached down and squeezed Mulder's ass, then quickly moved away from the raging agent. "Come on, let's go." "Go! Go where? I'm not going anywhere with you. You really do think I'm naive don't you." "Yes, I do. But that is another story for another day. Right now we need to get to Kentucky. They have a research facility there that needed a few extra bodies." He started to walk away, soon realizing that Mulder was not following. "Look Mulder, you are already in trouble. You might as well solve this case and then face the music with your Big Sugar Daddy." "I told you not to talk about him!" "Yeah, yeah. Just come on!" Mulder, against his better judgement, followed his sworn enemy, now co-conspirator, out of the alley. * * * Truck Stop Outside Milan Kentucky "Say that one more time, Fox. I am positive I didn't hear you correctly the first time." Mulder's mouth suddenly went so dry he couldn't answer his coldly angry supervisor. He had really thought Skinner would be more understanding about his agent's need to solve this case. This conversation was not going well at all. "I . . . I said I'm in Kentucky with Krycek. He has the location of the research facility where They are holding the missing persons from that VCS case I've been working." "Since you didn't notify me of your intentions to pursue this case in Kentucky, can I assume you notified the ASAC? Oh wait, I forgot are the ASAC on this case. Am I not correct?" "Uh-h-h-h . . . " "So if you are the ASAC, that must mean that you took either part or all of your team with you to Kentucky as back up? Right again, Fox?" "Uh-h-h-h . . . " "That's what I thought. I want your exact location, I am coming down there. You are not to break into any facility until I get there. Do you understand me, ASAC Mulder?" "Uh-h-h-h . . . " "I'm glad we could have this little talk, Fox. Now put Krycek on the line." A wide eyed Mulder handed the phone to Krycek without a word. The laughing double agent put the instrument to his ear. "Yeah Skinner, what can I do for you?" He listened for a couple of seconds before the smile faded from his face. "I didn't . . . Of course I won't get him hurt . . . You know how I feel about . . . You can't . . . I'm not . . . Yes, I did but I didn't mean . . . Well yes, I can tell some difference, he hasn't hit me yet . . . I don't think I need . . . But . . . Yes . . . Yes . . . Okay, fine. You can find us at a truck stop off of . . . " A wide eyed Krycek handed the phone back to Mulder. "I think we had better wait here for Skinner." Mulder could only nod his head in total agreement. * * * Michaelson's Motel Milan, Kentucky 9:08 p.m. Mulder sat naked in the middle of the hotel room floor in Position 1. His legs were starting to ache from sitting on them for so long and his jaw hurt from holding the little paddle firmly between his teeth. He was biting down so hard, just to hang on to it, that he was positive he was leaving bite marks in the hard wood. And he hated the taste, a cross between toothpicks and lemon oil. He was supposed to have his head bowed but since his Master was sitting at the small desk engrossed in a file, he glanced to his right. Krycek occupied the space beside him. Naked, sitting back on his heels, knees spread wide, hands at his side, palms facing forward, head lowered staring at his own exposed cock. He held a well oiled leather strap in his teeth. Mulder got a certain fierce satisfaction that his Master had cowed the dangerous double agent so completely. "Fox, do you need to go over my knee right now or are you going keep your head down?" Mulder nodded once and quickly lowered his eyes back to his own nakedness. After what seemed like hours, Skinner finally got up from the desk and walked around the two gorgeous men. "Raise your heads and look at me." Two sets of wide apprehensive green eyes rose to meet one set of intimidating brown ones. "Alex, I know you never bargained for this when you asked to join forces with us. It is, however, going to be a fact of life for you if you were serious about wanting to be part of our team. I will not have a loose cannon endangering the lives of the people I care about. Do you agree to follow my rules, Alex?" Krycek hesitated. Skinner was right, he had not bargained to become another slave to this man but he was tired of trying to do this on his own. Mostly he wanted to be with Mulder. He wanted to have those same feelings he had experienced when the man had been his partner for such a short time, so long ago. "Yes, I agree." "Good. You will live under much the same rules as that ill-trained brat beside you. You will obey my every command. And I do mean every command, Alex. You will go where I tell you to go, you will wear what I tell you to wear and you will not, under any circumstances, betray Scully, Mulder or myself in any way." He looked down into intense green eyes, "I'm very serious about this arrangement, Alex. I don't trust you yet and neither do my people. You have to prove yourself. If you double cross us in any way, I will kill you. Do you understand?" "Yeah, I understand . . . Sir." "Very good Alex, that's a good start. Now about arrangements. You will maintain your apartment but will make yourself available to me at a moments notice. If at some future date, you have proven yourself to our satisfaction, you may be allowed to live with us. That is not a promise, Alex. It will happen only if Fox and Dana want it to be that way." "That will never happen, Krycek." Mulder snarled. "Fox!" Skinner barked, earning a wide eyed stare from his slave. "I am speaking with Alex right now. Your backside is going to be sore enough without getting a few extra for talking out of turn. Today, if nothing else, has proven that I still have a long way to go with your obedience training. Now keep quiet.?" "Yes, Sir." "Wise choice." The AD walked back over to the desk and moved the chair around so it faced the two men. "Fox, come here." Skinner watched as Mulder threw an embarrassed glance in Krycek's direction, then rose and slowly made his way across the room, trying desperately to work the numbness out of his legs before he fell on his cute little ass right in front of Krycek. Alex for his part, was watching Mulder with obvious appreciation, his cock growing harder by the second. When Mulder was by his side his Dom took the paddle from his mouth, then grabbed one wrist and pulled the reluctant man over his knees. He was quickly positioned so his hair was just brushing the floor and his gorgeous ass was high in the air over his Master's lap. "Please, Sir. Don't do this to me while he's watching. Please." "Humiliated, Fox? Good. Now be quiet until I ask you a question. You know how to behave better than this." Skinner looked up and straight into Krycek's eyes. "Beautiful isn't he?" Krycek nodded, his face a mask of anger, lust and deep concern. "Yes, he is." The double agent glared at the AD, "I don't like to see him hurt, Skinner." "You should have thought of that before your drug him off to Kentucky without talking to me first. I don't want that to happen again, Alex. You're supposed to be helping protect him not helping to get him killed." "I didn't . . . " "If you want to work with us, Alex, you have to be part of the team. No grabbing Mulder and ditching the rest of us. I almost had him to the point of not pulling this shit and look at him now." He rubbed his hand over Mulder's naked backside, "Ass up good and high over my lap, just ready and waiting for me to blister this beautiful soft skin. Your fault, Alex. When he cries and begs me to stop, I want you to remember that you caused this to happen." "Then don't do it. I'll . . . I'll take his punishment instead." "Oh, don't worry, you're going to get a lot more than he gets. You want to join us, then you play by my rules. When we break into that facility later tonight, I want both of you to have a nice hot seat as a constant reminder not to take any unnecessary risks. A freshly strapped ass is a great deterrent to impulsive behavior, Alex. You're about to find that out." "Do I get to fuck him?" Skinner felt Mulder's body tense under his hand, so he began rubbing slow gentle circles on the smooth naked back. "Maybe, someday. But not until I say you can and not unless Mulder wants you to. He's mine, Alex, and he'll do what I say but this is all new to him. He may never want another man, besides me, to touch him. I won't force him when it comes to sex." "How convenient for you." Alex sneered as he watched Mulder relax under Skinner's gentle ministrations. He felt an unfamiliar wave of jealousy wash over him, he wanted to be the one to sooth Mulder's fears. "Yes, very convenient for me. Cheer up, Alex, Fox and Dana won't be easy sexual conquests for you but then, they haven't seen you like this yet." Skinner leered at the wanton display Alex was being forced to make of himself and was gratified to see Krycek actually blush. The AD turned his attention back to his first and most important concern, Mulder. "Okay Fox. I am going to blister your ass for you. What is this paddling for?" "Meeting with Krycek and then going to Kentucky without telling you first." "And?" "Not taking backup." "And?" "Uh-h-h . . . " Mulder's searched his memory frantically for another offense that he might have forgotten. "Uh-h-h, I don't know, Sir. I think that's all I did wrong today." "I don't see any bruises on Krycek." Mulder twisted around so he could look at his Master. "What? You wanted me to hit him?" He asked incredulously, "I thought you said I had to work with him." "You have to work with him, you have to let him kiss you." Mulder mouth gapped open, "How did you know about that?" "I know Krycek." The object of this in-depth knowledge spoke up from across the room, "That wasn't his fault, Skinner, I was holding him down. He didn't have a choice." "He always has a choice, Alex. Except when it comes to me. If he lets you kiss him again, I'll take a horse whip to him like They did in New York. Do you want to watch that happen again, Krycek?" Alex paled and shook his head. "And Alex, I would suggest you get in the habit of calling me . You have already increased your punishment for tonight. It's time you learned some manners." Skinner ran his hand over the cool raised flesh waiting so patiently for his unwanted attention, "This is going to hurt, Fox. You can cry, of course. Just remember that how ever many tears I cause you to shed, I'm going to make Alex cry twice as much. That thought should help you get through this punishment just fine." Skinner raised the paddle over his right shoulder and brought it down on Mulder's bare butt. Hard enough to sting mightily but not hard enough to bruise. The agent gasped and a bright pink patch of pure fire formed on his left buttock. The paddle rose again and Skinner caught the winch on Krycek's face. He might actually suffer more from Mulder's spanking that he would from his own. Interesting. The paddle rose and fell in a constant rhythm, up one side and down the other until the entire target area over his knees was a bright flaming red. Mulder did his part by crying and squirming and wiggling. He legs kicked frantically as he finally broke down sobbing and begging his Master to stop using the paddle on his bare blistered flesh. When Skinner was sure that Mulder would feel the effects of the spanking throughout the night, he laid the paddle down on the floor beside him and resumed the slow gentle circles he had been rubbing on Mulder's sleek back. He whispered to him gently, telling him that it was all over, that he had done well and that he was very proud of him. After Mulder had pulled himself together, Skinner helped him to rise and then pulled him into a fierce hug, still murmuring in his ear. After several moments, he took his disobedient sub back over to where Krycek nervously waited for his own chastisement. Watching Mulder's distress had tied the young man's stomach into hard knots of fear for his own naked backside. After all, Skinner loved Mulder and had reduced the brave, stubborn agent to tears and begging. What would he do to a man who had double crossed them both on numerous occasions. Alex wasn't sure he wanted to know. "Position 7, Fox." Mulder got down on his hands and knees, his eyes staring straight ahead at the new empty desk chair. Krycek could not help looking at the beautiful man beside him in a classic pose, his pretty cock hanging heavily beneath his exquisitely formed body. "Forget it, Alex. That's not for you. Get over here, it's your turn to let Fox watch you kick and cry. It's obvious," he glanced down at the young man's strong erection, "that you enjoyed his little demonstration enormously." "You know that's not true, Skinner, I may get turned on by how he looks but never by watching you beat him. And as for crying, trust me, it will never happen. I've faced a lot worse than you and never shed a tear." "Ah, a challenge, Alex. Fox tried that once or twice. It didn't work for him either. Of course, I doubt I'll be in the mood after this is all over, to hold you on my lap until the tears stop like I did with him." "Frankly Skinner, I don't want anything to do with your lap." "Good. I feel the same way." Skinner turned the hardback chair around, "Lean over the back, Alex, ass high. I don't want to have to search for my target." Krycek shot one more defiant look at the big AD and lowered himself over the back of the waiting chair, his hands holding tightly to the seat. "Wrap you legs around the chair legs, Alex, I want you well spread and wide open for me." Krycek tried desperately to hide the blush that burned on his cheeks. Skinner certainly knew a thing or two about humiliation. He had never felt so vulnerable and open and Fox was seeing the whole thing. He had many fantasies about Fox Mulder and of them involved Alex on top. Skinner surveyed the taut expanse of backside presented so enticingly up to him. He always felt an odd mix of excitement and regret when he had to punish Mulder. With Alex, the regret was missing. He was looking forward to this. "What's this strapping for, Alex?" "Taking you pretty little fuck-toy to Kentucky without your permission." "Not wise, Alex." The AD raised his arm high over his right shoulder and grunted as he delivered a sizzling blow of the strap to the bare bottom in the path of its trajectory. A bright red welt appeared high on the smooth skin and Alex flinched but managed to keep quiet. The strap was raised again and came down precisely under the first stripe, overlapping only on the very edge, leaving a straight thin line of bruise between the two flaming welts. The body jerked this time and what could have been a small gasp escaped. On the other hand, Skinner, wasn't so sure the gasp hadn't come from Mulder. He raised his arm again and proceeded to paint the burning stripes and thin lines of bruise down the muscled cheeks. Mulder was, as usual, a cacophony of mixed emotions. The sexual voyeur in him was fascinated at this first opportunity to watch someone else being punished, the empathically companionate man felt a deep pity for the hapless Krycek but the cherished spoiled slave felt nothing but spiteful jealousy. Mulder's head began to spin with the release of so many intense emotions in such a short period of time. Alex couldn't remember anything hurting quite this much. Usually a gunshot wound or the slash of a sharp knife was severely painful but then the hurt subsided a little. When this pain, in his widely spread ass, started to ease the belt was right back to throw new fuel on the flames. This pain was agonizing, beyond his control and worse of all, intentional. Given by a man he secretly admired and respected. And witnessed by a man he had, not so secretly, loved and desired for years. When Skinner started at the top of the abused cheeks for the third pass, Krycek bit down on his bottom lip to keep from crying out his misery. Skinner was so caught up in finally exacting some revenge from this traitorous double agent, he actually flinched when long elegant fingers wrapped around his right wrist, halting the downward movement of the strap. He looked up in surprise to be met by the sad hazel eyes of his irritating but much adored slave. "Please Sir, no more. I can't bear to watch this any longer." Skinner looked down at the shaking body of the man who was struggling mightily to keep his position on the wobbling, rocking chair. Skinner gave one more look to Mulder, threw down the strap and stalked out of the room. Mulder sighed and moved to help Krycek up from the chair and to walk shakily over to the bed. The double agent lay down gingerly on his stomach, his breath catching as he buried his face in the pillow. "Are you going to be all right, Krycek?" Mulder ran a soothing hand over the man's trembling back. Krycek, in spite of the pain in his red raw butt, thought that Mulder's gentle hand might be the most enjoyable sensation he had ever experienced. When Skinner returned from his cool-down walk, he didn't actually ever apologize to Krycek but he ordered Mulder to apply a soothing salve to Alex's abused flesh. For his part, Krycek thought having Mulder's gentle hands on him was worth more than any spoken words. Apology accepted. * * * Michaelson's Motel Milan, Kentucky 1:00 a.m. Skinner checked over his two partners in crime for the evening. Dressed in black from head to toe, adventure clothes, always a great look on Mulder. Krycek didn't look all that bad either. The AD rubbed his fingers over the sticky contents of the jar of dark camouflage paint in his hand and touched up a spot on Mulder's face. He wasn't sure it really needed it but he loved the way Mulder rolled his eyes at him and tried to bat the offending hand away from his face. He saw Krycek smirking from across the room. That man didn't miss a thing. He stepped away from his agent and cleared his throat. "Okay, we go in through the emergency exit on the north side. Frohike says that we will have exactly twenty-two minutes before they realize the facility has been breeched. Mulder, I hope those weird friends of yours know what they're doing." "They do, Sir. They're overridden security systems for me on a number of occasions and . . . " He trailed off at the dangerous glare that was being directed his way. "The old days Mulder. You try any of that Lone Ranger shit tonight and I'll string you up by your toes when I get you home . . . and that will be the good part of your punishment." Mulder blushed while Krycek openly laughed at him. Skinner glared at both of them, "Listen up, this is serious. Krycek you keep me in your sight at all times. Mulder, you make sure you have visual contact with Alex and I'll have my eye on you, . . . every minute. We hit level three, west wing. That is supposedly where the uh . . . abductees are being held for experimentation, although I still find that hard to believe. We need hard evidence, Gentlemen. Mulder, no heroics or you will live to regret it. I'll make certain of that. Now let's go." * * * JVC Pharmaceuticals Milan, Kentucky 2:00 a.m. The operation had gone smoothly. So smoothly in fact, that the AD was worried. They had located the place where the people were being held, exactly where those three bizarre friends of Mulder's had said they would be. The had also obtained hard evidence, in the form of three disks, in a less than tightly secured office. He would not want to be that hapless employee come Monday morning. Skinner called the seventeen minute mark into the earphones of his accomplices and headed for the security door. They had exactly five minutes to get out. Tomorrow a full swat team would be sent in here on a rescue and recovery mission. Skinner cleared the door and heard the comforting footsteps behind him. He was close to the place where they had used wire-cutters on the fence when he glaceed back and saw only one shadow following him. Shit! He grabbed Krycek by the front of his turtleneck sweater and pulled him down behind a large bush, "Where the hell is Mulder?" Krycek tried to look behind him, an expression of sheer disbelief on his handsome face. "He was right behind me, I swear he was." "You were supposed to watch him!" "No! You were supposed to watch your Brat, I was ordered to watch you." "Stay here, I'm going back after him." "I'm going with you!" "Krycek, I'm ordering you to stay here, unless of course, you'd like to share in what I have planned for that obstinate, disobedient little . . . " Just as Skinner rose to head back for the laboratory, a tall dark figure, carrying a large box, lunged through the security door, running full tilt toward the fence. He got even with his cohorts and waved them on impatiently, "Go! Go! What are you two sitting around here for? Let's get out of here." Walter Skinner could only gape for a moment and then hurried behind his aggravating agent and his federal felon, wondering how he got in this unbelievable situation to start with and happily planning the murder of Fox Mulder, at the first possible moment. * * * Michaelson's Motel Milan, Kentucky One Hour Later Krycek sat on the bed and watched a frantically wiggling Special Agent Fox Mulder getting a sound spanking from his Assistant Director. They had barely gotten in the door, with their ill gotten gains, when Skinner had grabbed his errant sub, stripped him naked and thrown him over his knees. He had been wailing away at the younger man for some time now but most of the blows of Skinner's strong right hand had fallen on the backs of Mulder's thighs. Krycek had no doubt that had he been the one to incur the big AD's wrath tonight, that the man would not have considered that Alex's butt was already sore and concentrated the punishment elsewhere. Mulder however, did not seem to be very appreciative of the favor. "You know, I have almost decided," Slap! "To just put you in a room and chain you to my bed." Slap! "That seems to be the only way," Slap! "I will ever be able to keep you safe." Slap! Skinner moved up to reheat the already glowing buttocks. "Ouch! Don't you even . . . even want to see what's in . . . Oh-h-h! . . . the box?" "Of course I do." Slap! Slap! Slap! "Once I'm sure you can't sit down for a week." "Ouch! I . . . I think we're there, Sir." Slap! Slap! Slap! "Not quite yet, Brat. You are my slave," Slap! "and trust me, I use that term loosely in connection with you." Slap! "Your job is to do as I say," Slap! "Not run off," Slap! "every time some half assed mystery," Slap! "catches your prying eye." Slap! "Got it?" "Yes . . . yes, Sir! I have it. I promise!" "I'm sure you do," Slap! "At least for the next ten minutes." Slap! "Now get up and show me what was so important that you almost blew the whole mission and got yourself killed." Mulder scrambled to his feet, "I didn't . . . " "Don't even go down that road, Fox. I am not in the mood. Now what is in the damned box?" Mulder glanced over at Krycek, then back to his Master, "Can't I get dressed first?" "No, you can't and if you don't shape up, I can't even predict when you will get to wear cloths again. A long drive back to D.C., naked in the rear of a car, could be an very memorable experience for you. Do you really want to test me, Fox?" "No, Sir!" "Good! Now open that damned all important box." Skinner sighed as Mulder walked away from him rubbing his sore backside. The man was incorrigible, completely untrainable and absolutely downright gorgeous. "Did I give you permission to rub that pretty red ass?" "No, Sir." The hand fell away from the burning cheeks but Skinner could clearly hear the pout in the voice. And that had sounded just a shade away from disrespectful, too. Defiant brat. He glanced over to see Krycek smirking at him again. Mulder walked over to his dearly paid for box and carefully opened the lid. He pulled out a large, tightly secured canister and set it proudly on the scarred motel room table. Skinner just looked at him, "What the hell is that?" "An alien, Sir." "You abducted an alien from a government laboratory? That was really low profile of you, Agent Mulder. Don't you think they are going to miss that little treasure before our team can go in there?" The pouty bottom lip was out now, "This is more important to us than anything that team could have come up with tomorrow." "He's right," Alex voiced from his spot on the bed. "That is invaluable to us. It would probably have been gone by tomorrow if they even had an inkling that the facility had been breeched." "Okay fine. Good job, Mulder." He pointed a wagging finger at the younger man, "But I swear if you don't stop taking risks like that I am going to . . . going to . . . hell, I don't even know what to do with you." He turned to the man still sitting on the bed, "And that goes for you, too." The big man then turned abruptly and stalked from the room. "I'm going to get food . . . healthy food . . . and I don't want to hear one word of complaint from either one of you about it." Both men starred at the closed door for a few minutes. Then Alex sighed, for some reason, Skinner's threat had made him feel like a real part of the team. Another feeling he hadn't experienced in a very long time. * * * Michaelson's Motel 30 Minutes Later Krycek sat looking at the naked man sitting on the other bed facing him. Mulder had pulled the blanket up a little to hide behind. It was positioned in such a way that when Skinner came in the door, it could be hastily pushed aside. "Will you stop staring at me like that?" Mulder glared at his admirer. "Sure, although I have to tell you, from here, there's a great view." "Cut it out, Krycek." "Okay, you don't want me looking, divert my attention. Tell me what happened when you got back from Camp Fresh Start. Did you just settle into your new slave life without a backward glance?" Mulder could tell from the expression on Krycek's face that he didn't believe that for a minute. He studied the man who was so obviously leering at him. "Okay, you stop looking at me and I'll tell you." "Mom, he's looking at me too hard." Krycek said in a high pitched sing song voice. He chuckled at the glare he received but lay down on the bed, hands behind his head and eyes on the ceiling. "Okay, I'm not looking. Tell me what happened. I've been wondering for months." Mulder took a deep breath. "Well, when they finally let us go, I really thought it was all over, you know. I figured Skinner had just gone along with them until we could get away. I couldn't imagine that he wanted to continue the farce we had been forced into while at that camp." Krycek snorted, "Yeah, who in their right mind would want to keep fucking anybody who looked like Spooky Mulder?" "That's exactly what I thought." Mulder said solemnly. He looked over when Krycek snorted again but the other man waved a hand at him to continue. "So I left the airport while Skinner was calling into the office. He had told me to wait for him but I just wanted to get home. Sort things out in my own mind, you know? I mean the physical punishment had been bad enough but the sex. I had never made it with a man before and suddenly there I was with my boss, of all people, going at it morning, noon and night. And well, it wasn't that bad, not like I thought it would be." Krycek snorted again. "Do you want to hear this, or not?" "Sorry, please continue. You left the airport when you were specifically told to wait. No big surprise there. And then what happened?" "I went home and laid down on my couch, just kind of letting everything that had happened wash over me. It wasn't thirty minutes later that someone started banging on my door." * * * Mulder's Apartment 6 Months Earlier "Mulder, open this damned door and I mean now!" Mulder rushed to the door and threw it open for Walter Skinner. He stared at his obviously enraged boss with wide innocent eyes. Skinner slammed the door behind him so hard Mulder was sure the windows would break. "Get those damned clothes off and into Position 1. And I mean now, Fox. I will not take a whole lot more from you today." "Huh?" Skinner placed his hands on his hips, his mouth thinning in exasperation. "I have just spent three weeks of my life teaching you to obey me and it lasted all of what . . . five minutes? Did you even wait until I finished dialing the phone before you took off? Now, I said get in position, slave, and I mean now." "But . . . but . . . it was just . . . " Skinner grabbed his shocked agent and pulled the clothing from his body with very little regard for buttons or seams. When the dazed man was naked, he pushed him to his knees. "Did you think it wasn't real, Fox? Did you think we would come back here and everything would be the way it was before? That you would continue on your quest until you got yourself killed and no one would really care? Think again, Kid. You belong to me now and I care. I care a whole damned lot." Skinner stalked across the room and picked up the phone. "Agent Scully. I would like you to come over to Mulder's apartment as soon as possible. No, he's fine. Yes, I have been with him for the past three weeks. Please, I would rather not talk about that on the phone. Fine, I'll expect you in fifteen minutes." "What are you doing?" The panic was thick in Mulder's voice. Skinner slapped him. Not hard. Only enough to leave a pink spot on his cheek and to get his undecided attention. "We are going to form a alliance, Agent Mulder. You, me and Scully. A very beneficial alliance. Now, I want those knees a little farther apart, back straighter. That's right. You always look so good like that with your balls brushing the floor and your eyes staring at your own pretty cock. I want you to be the first thing Scully sees when she walks in that door." "Please Sir. No!" Skinner walked over and lifted Mulder's chin, then slapped him again. It still wasn't a hard slap but this time tears formed in the beautiful hazel eyes. "I keep telling you - You Belong To Me, Fox. You are mine to show to whomever I choose, whenever I choose. If I want to bend you over the conference table during the weekly department head meeting and make use of that sweet ass of yours, I will. If I decide to take you into the Director's office and spank your bare butt in front of him, I'll do it. And I dare say, he would enjoy that immensely." He pushed the dark head back down. "Whatever I want, Fox, whenever I want it. Don't forget again." Ten minutes later Dana Scully knocked on the door and was surprised to hear Skinner yell for her to come in. She opened the door cautiously and then stopped dead in her tracks. She couldn't remember ever seeing anything so beautiful in her entire life. She had seen Mulder naked before but only when he was sick or had allowed some quack to drill holes in his head. This was . . . he was . . . too gorgeous for words. She finally tore her eyes away from the breath taking sight in front of her and approached her sublimated partner. "Mulder, what . . . " "He isn't allowed to talk right now, Agent Scully." "What . . . I mean how . . . I mean . . . " "Sit down, Scully. I want to tell you about a camp the Consortium runs for the purpose of assignment and retraining of pretty young men who get to be too much of a pain in the ass. Sound like anyone you know?" Twenty minutes later Scully was still looking at her boss as if he had grown two heads. "Are you saying, Sir, that Mulder is now your sexual slave?" "Yes, among other things. I have always cared for Mulder, as I have for you, surely you knew that, Agent Scully?" "I did suspect you took a special interest in us, Sir, but I . . . just didn't expect to lose my partner to you." "You haven't lost anything, Dana." Skinner took her trembling hand in his, "I know you love Fox and I know he loves you. Iwant you to join us. I plan to make Mulder happy, I plan to give him a safe haven where he can feel loved, I plan to save his life and I plan to help him bring down the Consortium. We need you with us for all of that." Scully looked around her wildly. "It's all right, Dana. I took care of all the bugs before you got here. We're safe for the moment. Which brings up something else I want to talk to you about but first, as I said, I want you to join me in taking care of Mulder. A full partner. What do you say?" "What about Mulder? Will he be a full partner, too?" She looked worriedly at the beautiful man on the floor. "Yes, most of the time. But when I say he must obey me, then I mean it. It's called level 5 of submission. Full compliance. I will accept nothing else from him. You have a choice, Dana. You can either choose to be neutral or you can dominate him as you see fit. But, I must warn you, I will not allow him to be injured in any way. Punished yes but never really hurt." "I would never hurt Mulder!" Skinner smiled at her, "I thought that might be the case. But haven't you ever just had the urge to put him over your knee and pound some sense into him?" "Sir, you have no idea." "Scul-l-l-l-l-y!" "Fox, would you like to show Dana just how pretty you do look when you're draped over my knee?" "No, Sir." "I thought not. You see, Dana, I know exactly how it feels to want to spank the living daylights out of Fox Mulder. So what will it be? Care to join me in the life long commitment of loving Mulder? Because that's what it is. I have him now and I don't plan to ever let go. And well . . . I feel the same way about you." Scully wiped a tear from her eye, "Yes Sir, I do want to join you. I do love Mulder and I care about you, too. I think those feelings could grow into something more in time. Thank you for sharing this with me, Sir." "It is all my pleasure, Dana. I was hoping you would see it that way. Now, help me get him dressed. About that other thing I've been thinking about, I have something I want to show the both of you." "I can dress myself!" Skinner rolled his eyes at Scully, "We have our work cut out for us. He isn't really top drawer slave material." "No, I imagine not but he is pretty, isn't he? Let's dress him in tight jeans and that soft clingy black shirt of his." "Scully! I'm not some damned Ken Doll." She walked over and examined him until he blushed, "You're right, Mulder, you have a much better nose . . . among other things." "Scul-l-l-l-l-y!" * * * Suburbs of D.C. One Hour Later "I love this house!" Scully was walking from room to room while Skinner filled her in on what changes he had considered. It was an elegant and lovely old home, large and roomy with lots and lots of windows. Set far back on a wooded lot with wonderful landscaping. It was peaceful and charming. "And I love you ideas, Walter, especially that sunken hot tub in the bathroom." Mulder had to admit it was a nice house but he didn't see why Skinner needed his or for that matter, Scully's, approval. "What do you think, Mulder?" Skinner was looking at him expectantly. "Yeah, I like it. That room at the top of the stairs would make a great office, lots if light. I didn't know you were buying a house, Sir." "Oh, I haven't bought this yet. I had been looking around and I saw this right before we . . . uh, left for Fresh Start. I called from the airport and it was still on the market. I wanted the two of you to see it first. Now that I have you, I want us to have a house. Someplace special, just for the three of us." "Us! A house! What do you mean? I have an apartment. I should stay there. I . . . I . . . " Mulder was almost choking on his words. Scully laid a calming hand on Mulder's warm, lightly furred arm. "It's okay, Mulder, you can still keep your apartment. Isn't that right, Walter?" "Walter! Why are you calling him that?' Mulder gasped, "We can't do this! Have you both lost your minds?" Skinner walked over and laid a big muscled arm around Mulder's shoulders. "Dana is right, Mulder. You can keep your apartment, in fact, all three of us need to do just that. Three publicly known addresses and one very well kept secret. There is plenty of room here. You won't feel like we are right on top of you every minute but . . . well, I want you to have a nice home Mulder, and a family who loves you. What are you so afraid of?" "If you live with me, you'll get tired of me sooner!" Mulder looked into amused brown eyes and then down into loving blue ones. Shit! "All right, we can try this but I don't want anybody complaining when you have to throw me out for being too messy or staying up all night or sunflower seed shells or having unscheduled alien visitations. It's not like I'm not warning you." Skinner hugged him tighter, "Well, first of all, I will never throw you out . . . ever! As for messy, we'll deal with that as we go. Up all night, I don't think so. We talked about you taking better care of your health. I think Dana and I can keep you so worn out that you will sleep like a baby. And no more living on coffee and seeds, from now on you eat healthy nutritious meals, end of discussion. And those aliens had just better bring their own beer, that's all I can say." Mulder looked over at his partner, "You're all right with this Scully? You want to live here with me and have . . . have sex with me . . . and with our boss?" "Oh Mulder. I've loved you for years and to be honest, I always feel safer when you're in the next room. I think the same bed will be even better. As for sex, I have wanted you for - let's see it's 3:00 on Saturday now - that would make it since the first time I saw you. As for Walter, I find him very attractive and I'm sure that given just a little time, we will have a wonderful and very fulfilling relationship. Honestly, I can't wait to see him make love to you." "Scul-l-l-l-l-y!" "Oh Mulder, video collection aside, you are such a prude!" "And you're not?" "Well, I'm very selective but I don't pass up a good thing when I see it." Her eyes slowly moved up and down his body then slid over to evaluate Skinner, "And I'd have to classify this as a very thing." * * * Michaelson's Motel Milan, Kentucky "So Walter bought the house and started remodeling right away. Scully has this bathtub that is the love of her life. I have an office with my fish tank in it, with real live fish instead of little floating carcasses. Skinner has just agreed to let me buy half the house for Scully and I, so it will really be house and," he smiled at his enemy/partner/confidant, "we are putting in a pool as soon as we get back to D.C. A heated pool with a diving board." "You actually sound happy, Mulder." He hesitated for only a moment, "Yeah, I am happy, for the first time in years. There is still a lot of shit to get through, both from the Consortium and from trying to adjust to being part of a real family. But, for the first time in absolutely forever, I think I may be alive to enjoy my victory. And it will be a victory, Krycek, I will bring Them down. I'm going to make them pay for my sister, and for Scully and for every other innocent person they have ever harmed." "You know what, I think you will because I'm going to help," Krycek used his famous smirk on him, "and I'm the best." "Well if you don't change your attitude around Skinner, you won't live long enough to help anyone do anything." "I don't believe it! The big bad Rebel Without a Clue, Fox Mulder, giving advice on how to please a Master." "It isn't like that. Well, I mean it is . . . but Skinner is really a very kind and gentle man. He's sensitive and . . . " Just then the door slammed open so hard it hit the wall behind it. "Salad, salmon, rice, broccoli, and whole wheat rolls. Eat it and I don't want to hear any shit about it!" He looked pointedly at the wide eyed naked man sitting on one of the beds, "And that means the broccoli too, Fox, every bite. Now move!" "Yeah, a kinder, gentler Skinner. I see what you mean, ." "You got something to say, Krycek, you say it loud enough for me to hear, too. Now get your asses over here and eat. I made a call while I was out, our guys are going to be here to pick up that . . . alien, or whatever it is . . .in about two hours." Mulder was now drilling the AD with wide panic filled eyes. "You eat all your damned broccoli without me having to work your backside over again and you can get dressed before they get here, Fox." "Spoiled rotten." "Shut up, Krycek, or you'll meet them at the door wearing nothing but that smirk of yours." Skinner growled in his best Dom voice. The room was suddenly very quiet. The End